[This lounge is way too comfortable, Atsushi thinks. Maybe it's just the smoke, but the whole atmosphere is as soft and welcoming as the pillows, making it easy to relax. It's a weird antithesis to sex while also promoting it, every little touch stirring Atsushi up. His dick twitches as Chuuya bites his hip, and Atsushi moans softly. At some point he'll realize how he was brought back here fully naked, but now is not that time.
Atsushi's heart pounds at the silent suggestion of Chuuya's finger on his ass, and maybe it's just his fear boner talking, but he's interested enough in trying.]
Would you... fuck me?
[Oh, God... He really, really hopes that he can deliver. What if he somehow fails to do this right, or he can't handle it, or..?]
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Atsushi's heart pounds at the silent suggestion of Chuuya's finger on his ass, and maybe it's just his fear boner talking, but he's interested enough in trying.]
Would you... fuck me?
[Oh, God... He really, really hopes that he can deliver. What if he somehow fails to do this right, or he can't handle it, or..?]