[ It's not like his own ability to communicate is going that much better. Nowhere else is it more obvious than in this moment that perhaps he was more "normal" than Yamato or Masaomi in that he can't form a sentence now either. Or maybe t was the fact that were related. Reduced now to some affectionate but heavy moan, he nuzzles against her hand, brushing he cheeks and his beard again her, moaning as he presses on.
How did they never...
This was Right. This was what was meant to be, and they delayed? This? It's so perfect. There is no one - it's only for her, only for Nariko that he has lived all this time. Only for the hope of this moment, he realized. All else was really a distraction. And in his mind, he dedicated every thrust to how much he loved her. ]
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How did they never...
This was Right. This was what was meant to be, and they delayed? This? It's so perfect. There is no one - it's only for her, only for Nariko that he has lived all this time. Only for the hope of this moment, he realized. All else was really a distraction. And in his mind, he dedicated every thrust to how much he loved her. ]