Sousuke hummed softly and twisted his hand a little, twining his finger inside the other athlete’s ass. He nudged his free hand forward and dragged his middle finger up Ryouta’s length, tracing the size and shape of his erection. “You’re no slouch in the size department either,” he murmured as the kiss broke again and he slowly curled his finger in a “come here” motion.

He could feel Ryouta stretching around him and continued the two motions, curling his finger and twisting his wrist to spread him, waiting until the pain died away. Always happened. Once he did, then he let himself draw his hand back, sliding his finger out of the other boy, and added a second before he pushed the pair back in. “Do this often, Ryouta?”