05-09-2017, 04:50 AM
Gil almost chuckled at how Mitsuo looked at him in that evasive way, his eyes almost speaking his desire but his lips were too stubborn to voice them out loud, much like his cat when he wanted a good pat. He knew however, that he could never resist any real requests from Mitsuo and sat down before inviting Mitsuo down on his lap, patting his widespread thighs. He was quite grateful that they managed to vent out the accumulated sexual frustration, or the doctor would have noted his erection. He helped Mitsuo sit down on him gingerly, noting his raw opening and his further screwed up sense of balance with one baby out.
Mitsuo leaning back against him was a comfortable weight. Gil wrapped his arms around Mitsuo and half reluctantly accepted the towel Dr benson handed over. He wanted to admire Mitsuo's body for the whole time, but understood the need for it. Mituso was still shivering from fatigue and probably, from getting cold for he was still wet.
Mitsuo leaning back against him was a comfortable weight. Gil wrapped his arms around Mitsuo and half reluctantly accepted the towel Dr benson handed over. He wanted to admire Mitsuo's body for the whole time, but understood the need for it. Mituso was still shivering from fatigue and probably, from getting cold for he was still wet.