Kise Ryouta

Sousuke huffed softly at that. “You’re insatiable,” he murmured, tilting his head to the side as lips wandered over his jaw. A low groan bled from his mouth as that warm tunnel squeezed around his length again, prompting a slight twitch of his softened member, still covered in his own release. For a few moments, he gave thought, but then leaned back some, hands sliding to Ryouta’s shoulders. “Ride me. But don’t pull off when we move.”