Despite being able to keep himself more grounded, Hayato could feel himself just getting lost in the sensations as well. He had this beautiful body clinging to him, wrapping around him, and he had this body all to himself. Nobody else could touch Ryuutaro, they were meant for each other just like this.

Hayato had to slow down for a moment, he had to pace himself. He didn’t want to get burnt out early. So his slamming turned into a sensual grind, pressing his body against Ryuutaro’s to give him the chance to just feel the form beneath him. He let out a drawn-out, pleased groan, reveling in the friction between their bodies. It was just so satisfying to be able to be able to sate his lust for Ryutaro, especially after their situation had kept them from being this intimate.

Hayato moved his hand from Ryuutaro’s rear, so that he could run it up and down his thigh, caressing and gripping it. With his other hand, he brought it up to enmesh with his boyfriend’s hair, his grip tight to keep his head still for a moment, while he ran his tongue over his neck. Every curve of Ryuutaro’s body committed to memory through every touch.