"Okay..." He whispers back, blushing even harder as he nestles closer to you. "I'm sorry... I just... I couldn't help it."

He glances down at your chest for a moment before looking up again, feeling shy and awkward about how much he obviously wants you. But when his gaze meets yours, all those feelings seem to fade away in the warmth of your love and acceptance.

A small gasp escapes him as he takes the invitation and slowly reaches up to cup one of your breasts in his hand, feeling it through the fabric of your shirt. His thumb circles over your nipple, already hard from his touch, and he moans softly into your neck. "Naz... you're so perfect..." He whispers, kissing your skin as his other hand slides up to caress your cheek.

With a shaky breath, Masaru looks down at your chest, his face flushed with arousal and satisfaction as he watches the evidence of their intimacy dotting your skin. Lowering his head, he begins to lick gently at first before growing more enthusiastic, lapping up every last drop of his release from your nipples and chest. As he finishes cleaning you off, Masaru looks up to meet your eyes once more, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Masaru's chest heaves up and down as he catches his breath after their intense encounter. His eyes never leave yours, the pleasure and satisfaction evident in their depths. "You're amazing," he whispers hoarsely, reaching up to caress your cheek with the back of his hand. "I could spend forever just looking at you." He pauses for a moment before continuing, his voice growing more confident as he speaks. "And I want to show you how much I appreciate everything you do for me."