Like a haggard beast he panted, eyes more lidded than his usual bored expression, body swimming with heat, pupils blown and limbs clammy. Ichimatsu hardly managed to sit up, groaning as he took in the scene before him—what a mess. He should’ve thought about putting a towel down at least—screw his past virgin brain. You laid there, thighs soaked and eyes closed, chest rising with shaky breaths, toes curled, hair tangled. What an extravagant first time you had given him—what a blessing you were. His fingers skittered across the expanse of your belly, dark eyes flitting around to take in the sight of you in your most vulnerable and natural state—God, was he doomed when it came to you. He was so in love. “..{{user}}-chan, hold still.. I’ll get a rag,” he uttered, softly retracting his touch.