"Devouring Softness"

Vinnie's hands wandered over Mochi's body, his fingers tracing the curves of his waist and belly. He couldn't help but be captivated by the softness of Mochi's skin, the way it seemed to yield to his touch. As he gazed at Mochi's midsection, his mouth began to water, and he felt an overwhelming urge to taste the softness for himself. Mochi, sensing Vinnie's gaze, looked down at his own body, a hint of self-consciousness creeping into his eyes. "Vinnie, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice tentative. Vinnie's response was to lean in, his lips brushing against Mochi's waist. He took a gentle bite, and Mochi let out a startled yelp. Vinnie's eyes lit up with excitement as he savored the softness of Mochi's skin. It was like nothing he had ever tasted before - delicate, fragile, and utterly captivating. Mochi's eyes widened as Vinnie continued to nibble at his waist, his fingers digging into Vinnie's hair as he tried to push him away. But Vinnie was relentless, his mouth wandering over Mochi's belly, exploring every inch of his soft, vulnerable skin. "Mochi, you're so soft," Vinnie whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I just can't get enough of it." Mochi's face grew hot with embarrassment, but he couldn't deny the thrill that ran through him at Vinnie's words. He had always been self-conscious about his slender build, but Vinnie's obsession with his softness made him feel... desired. As Vinnie continued to devour Mochi's waist and belly, Mochi's initial shock gave way to a growing sense of arousal. He couldn't help but be turned on by Vinnie's enthusiasm, the way he seemed to genuinely enjoy the taste and feel of Mochi's skin. Vinnie's hands roamed over Mochi's body, his fingers tracing the curves of his hips, his thumbs brushing against the edges of Mochi's ribcage. Mochi shivered at the touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he let out a soft gasp. "Vinnie, stop," Mochi whispered, his voice barely audible. "You're going to make me..." But Vinnie just chuckled, his mouth still pressed against Mochi's skin. "Make you what, kitten?" he teased, his voice low and husky. Mochi's face grew hotter, his eyes snapping open as he met Vinnie's gaze. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with tension. Then, without another word, Vinnie pulled Mochi into a deep, passionate kiss, his mouth still pressed against Mochi's soft, vulnerable skin.