[Atsushi may not be loud, but it doesn't take much to make him vocal. Chuuya's mouth is a gift from the heavens wherever it lands, and the fact that his own grinding is tolerated? That's just the icing on the cake. His breath hitches as Chuuya sucks at his skin again, and he's not even embarrassed about the both of them being hard. If anything, it feels like it makes complete sense, for the both of them to have the same physical reaction at the same time.
He still blushes absurdly at Chuuya's dick poking at his ass, though, because he can't deny being curious - and he owes Chuuya, anyway - but he's also kind of nervous for something of that magnitude, even with the fyrra.]
M-hm... very good, thank you. [Talking too much - but that's probably the nerves, too.] Should we...?
[He looks around, less to check who may be watching; more to check for places to go. Not that he minds staying here at all, but if they want to do more than this...]
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He still blushes absurdly at Chuuya's dick poking at his ass, though, because he can't deny being curious - and he owes Chuuya, anyway - but he's also kind of nervous for something of that magnitude, even with the fyrra.]
M-hm... very good, thank you. [Talking too much - but that's probably the nerves, too.] Should we...?
[He looks around, less to check who may be watching; more to check for places to go. Not that he minds staying here at all, but if they want to do more than this...]