[Considering everything else they're doing, holding hands really shouldn't mean much - and yet it brings home the connection between them more than all the rest of it. Not for the first time since this has started, Atsushi is overcome with emotion even more than sensation, a slight sense of shock going through him. He wonders if he'll ever lose that - the instinctive fear of having something so good, he couldn't bear to lose it.
But, while he's always had that gut reaction, he's also always cherished what he has the more for it, rather than letting fear defeat him. There's only one logical reaction, so that's what he does: he starts thrusting into her faster, determined to enjoy this connection to the fullest while he has it. He's not nearly as loud as Diva, but with her sounds drowning him out, he doesn't hold back as much anymore either, soon moaning and grunting with every thrust.]
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But, while he's always had that gut reaction, he's also always cherished what he has the more for it, rather than letting fear defeat him. There's only one logical reaction, so that's what he does: he starts thrusting into her faster, determined to enjoy this connection to the fullest while he has it. He's not nearly as loud as Diva, but with her sounds drowning him out, he doesn't hold back as much anymore either, soon moaning and grunting with every thrust.]