[ The need Nitori's felt up until this point, the despair at having been denied, that all-consuming hunger, all of it shatters and falls away the moment he sees Momotarou Mikoshiba's bare ass in all its glory. He has maybe enough time to feel a sense of revulsion at the idea of kissing Momo's feet (why that should appeal to him, he's not quite sure) before he mutters a quick 'thank you!', rushes forward, practically dives at the prize in front of him.
Of course, he's not quite sure what to do when he gets there; he's never kissed an ass before, and the best way to go about it, the best way to pay homage to his kouhai's backside, is something of a mystery to him, until he decides a simple kiss is probably a good place to start. So - chastely - he plants his lips to the left cheek, before sticking out his tongue and licking Momo's ass like he's lapping at ice cream, shuddering as he tries to handle something that does, after all, taste like his favourite food multiplied by a million. He goes wild after that, kissing all over, grabbing onto Momo's hips for support while he comes undone, licking and kissing and sucking and utterly worshiping his kouhai's backside with abandon.
By the time he finishes, panting lightly, there are probably more hickeys on those cheeks than Momo could ever ask for. ]
Does it really count if he doesn't have a choice in the matter.
Of course, he's not quite sure what to do when he gets there; he's never kissed an ass before, and the best way to go about it, the best way to pay homage to his kouhai's backside, is something of a mystery to him, until he decides a simple kiss is probably a good place to start. So - chastely - he plants his lips to the left cheek, before sticking out his tongue and licking Momo's ass like he's lapping at ice cream, shuddering as he tries to handle something that does, after all, taste like his favourite food multiplied by a million. He goes wild after that, kissing all over, grabbing onto Momo's hips for support while he comes undone, licking and kissing and sucking and utterly worshiping his kouhai's backside with abandon.
By the time he finishes, panting lightly, there are probably more hickeys on those cheeks than Momo could ever ask for. ]