Kise Ryouta

That breathless whine was answered with another solid thrust, enough to send the blonde’s legs bounding backwards on either side of Sousuke’s body. A low groan of pleasure rushed out as his entirety was wrapped in firm, clenching heat, and he shifted his legs to meet Ryouta’s backward thrust, cradling his hips against his thighs and waist. “Ryouta,” he breathed before leaning down and obeying the demand. Shoulders brushed hands and the insides of the basketball players arms as the swimmer drew close for another, deep kiss.