[Atsushi is a total mess even before Chuuya gets in his lap, and by then, he doesn't know what to do with himself anymore. He just needs more stimulation, and he grinds up against Chuuya as hard as he can: his erection, by now, welcomes any kind of pressure, even if it's a little rough.
Moaning with every breath, he grabs hold of Chuuya's waist, and tries pulling him down against himself harder - which isn't very useful at all, but it's the thought that counts... or something. His ears are flattened by now, moans turning a little growly as Chuuya works his neck.]
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Moaning with every breath, he grabs hold of Chuuya's waist, and tries pulling him down against himself harder - which isn't very useful at all, but it's the thought that counts... or something. His ears are flattened by now, moans turning a little growly as Chuuya works his neck.]