[Chuuya’s grip on Atsushi’s shoulders tightens as Atsushi keeps stroking his cock, his nails digging in by complete accident, but surely it’s nothing the guy can’t handle. It’s just Chuuya’s way of encouraging him, and he thrusts into Atsushi’s hand with an urgency that speaks of pent-up need. It doesn’t matter what it is, Chuuya always performs with a fiery sort of energy, and this is no different.
Atsushi’s tongue on his neck feels incredible, but it’s the sharp bite of teeth that pushes Chuuya right over the edge.]
Fuck...!
[With a few more erratic jerks of his hips Chuuya comes hard, pain mixing with pleasure to create an absolutely intoxicating cocktail of sensation that leaves him breathless and panting as he spills over Atsushi’s hand and the tile floor.
A few seconds later he’s resting his forehead on Atsushi’s shoulder as he comes down from his high.]
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Atsushi’s tongue on his neck feels incredible, but it’s the sharp bite of teeth that pushes Chuuya right over the edge.]
Fuck...!
[With a few more erratic jerks of his hips Chuuya comes hard, pain mixing with pleasure to create an absolutely intoxicating cocktail of sensation that leaves him breathless and panting as he spills over Atsushi’s hand and the tile floor.
A few seconds later he’s resting his forehead on Atsushi’s shoulder as he comes down from his high.]
Guess we should wash up.
[He’s says, unmoving.]