[He should’ve gone slower, he knows, and yet instinct drives him forward, and Chuuya slides his hands under Shell’s knees and pushes his legs up before pulling out to the tip and slamming back in with a grunt. That tight, velvety heat feels like it’s pulling him in, and Chuuya leans over Shell as he falls into a rough, insistent rhythm.
Instead of words Shell will hear an endless string of moans and curses as Chuuya pounds into him, and that wild red hair falls to frame his face as he slowly loses himself to pleasure. This is damn good, and though he might still prefer taking it, he can definitely get used to topping if it feels this incredible.]
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Instead of words Shell will hear an endless string of moans and curses as Chuuya pounds into him, and that wild red hair falls to frame his face as he slowly loses himself to pleasure. This is damn good, and though he might still prefer taking it, he can definitely get used to topping if it feels this incredible.]