[It's almost good enough as it is, when Chuuya pulls his fingers out. Of course neither of them finished yet, but it's been an Experience for Atsushi regardless, and he's learned the hard way to never expect more than he's given.
But this time, he does get more. He nods, even if he barely knows what he's consenting to; he just wants to keep this going. Now, it really does hurt, Chuuya's dick stretching him more than Atsushi had ever imagined his body capable of. For a moment, he can barely breathe, but then the invasion evens out, and he gasps for air.
It's not enough to recover, and as he looks up at Chuuya, a little crosseyed, Atsushi can only think of one solution: he reaches up, in spite of how any movement makes him feel everything that much more, and tries to pulls Chuuya down. Even if they're connected, Atsushi needs to be close.]
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But this time, he does get more. He nods, even if he barely knows what he's consenting to; he just wants to keep this going. Now, it really does hurt, Chuuya's dick stretching him more than Atsushi had ever imagined his body capable of. For a moment, he can barely breathe, but then the invasion evens out, and he gasps for air.
It's not enough to recover, and as he looks up at Chuuya, a little crosseyed, Atsushi can only think of one solution: he reaches up, in spite of how any movement makes him feel everything that much more, and tries to pulls Chuuya down. Even if they're connected, Atsushi needs to be close.]