Sousuke let himself settle, forehead nuzzling against Ryouta’s as he looked into his eyes. A small smirk played at his lips when the other boy taunted him again, though it turned into a look of pleasure—eyes closed, brows furrowing, lips parting—as Ryouta squeezed down on him. “Not fair, Ryouta,” he groaned softly, giving a small nudge of his hips again, but not actively bucking. “You might end up moving me…”
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Date: 2016-10-13 03:52 am (UTC)