Sousuke dropped his eyes to his hips, lips parting as low breaths slipped from his mouth. Watching Ryouta’s body stretch as he lifted himself off his cock was hypnotic, just like seeing him dent inward when he lowered himself back down. That breathy sigh and those words earned a soft huff of amusement from the swimmer. “Now you’re sounding like a porno,” he murmured, deliberately holding his hips down to keep from bucking yet.

He wanted to watch the blonde work for a while. Each bounce of his cock between his thighs added to the sucking sensation and Sousuke tightened his stomach as precum slapped against his skin. He grunted sharply as hands worked over his chest, fingers pinched at his nipples, and his entire body alternated between flexing hard and relaxing from the sensations. “Depends on how stubborn I feel,” he teased thickly.