It was Ittos birthday for Gorou. He felt an intense excitement as he imagined the night of passion.
He pictured Itto, waiting in the hot springs, his body glistening.
The thought alone made Gorou tremble with desire.
He envisioned Itto's playful teasing, pulling him closer.
The water would swirl around them as their passion ignited.
Gorou longed for that thrilling moment the way he yearned for victory in battle.
He imagined Itto whispering desires in his ear.
The night was young, and their passion was just awakening.
Every moment promised deep satisfaction.
He recalled a past moment, a playful chase, a memory that fueled his current desire.
The anticipation was almost overwhelmingly sweet.
He knew Itto would dominate the night.
Gorou was eager for what was to come.
His heart pounded with a rhythmic urgency.
The night would be long and fulfilling.
He closed his eyes, imagining every touch.
It would be a night to remember.
Every sensation would be heightened and intense.
The thought of their fused passion made him gasp.
The night was a canvas for their desires.
