Misaki actually had terrible aim. Not that Saruhiko was complaining.

He landed kisses wherever was closest at hand, along the edge of Saruhiko’s jaw if he was turning his head, beside his mouth, down his neck and shoulders when they were trying to get their clothes off, everywhere but his cock when they were shedding underwear and pants.

Misaki made up for it with his enthusiasm. The few times he did hit Saruhiko’s mouth, it was wet and deep and took his breath away. But somehow knowing Misaki wanted every single part of him with equal desire set Saruhiko aflame.