“Who said I’m complaining?” Sousuke hummed with an arched brow and a hint of a smirk. It wasn’t like Sousuke was some celibate teenager.

He twisted his fingers around each other, working the lube between his digits. Teal eyes lowered, watching the bead of clear liquid well at the tip of Ryouta’s erection and wander down his length. Hot… “You’re eager,” he murmured, voice almost a purr as he nudged his hips forward a bit and slowly thrust the leaking tip of his own cock against his friend’s balls. It was teasing, but felt amazing as the liquid began collecting and dripping towards the blonde’s entrance as Ryouta lifted his hips.

“Comparing on sight?” Sousuke leaned forward and captured Ryouta’s mouth with his own, eyes closing as he kissed him and pressed his head flush against the towel again. He rolled onto his knees and slipped his hand down, fingers tracing up the lower cleft of Ryouta’s ass and slipping between his cheeks. Until he found the clenching ring between them and firmly, but slowly, pressed the tip of bother fingers against him. Not planning on stopping until he was knuckles deep inside.