[ Fuck, if he knew he was going to be this good once he let his hands go he would have done that sooner. There's another groan escaping past his lips at that, and his hand moves again to the top of Mori's head - this time, gripping his hair a little roughly, but not enough to retrain his movements. Even in a dream, he's not going to last much longer at this pace, but he doesn't care at all ]

Look at you, so fucking eager to please me. Fuck ... you're so good, Mori.