[ suga can't help but gasp at that first slow roll of miyuki's hips, feeling his nerve endings sing at that slow slide and pull of friction. there's a part of him that still can't believe how lucky he is -- it wasn't so long ago that he was preparing never to even see kazuya again, and now? he has kazuya making love to him, sweet and slow, murmuring all the sweet little sentiments that come with being in love.
and when miyuki shifts up onto his knees and presses in deeper, suga arches up off the mattress with a little cry, muscles tensed and trembling for a moment as the other boy finds that perfect spot. ] Kazuya...!
[ he keeps one hand curled at the nape of miyuki's neck, using the other to grip at one of the other boy's broad shoulders. it feels like he needs to anchor himself somehow before he drifts away, before he gets swept under by this tide of pleasure. ] Y-You feel so...
[ a shuddering little breath. ] ... perfect. Don't stop...
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and when miyuki shifts up onto his knees and presses in deeper, suga arches up off the mattress with a little cry, muscles tensed and trembling for a moment as the other boy finds that perfect spot. ] Kazuya...!
[ he keeps one hand curled at the nape of miyuki's neck, using the other to grip at one of the other boy's broad shoulders. it feels like he needs to anchor himself somehow before he drifts away, before he gets swept under by this tide of pleasure. ] Y-You feel so...
[ a shuddering little breath. ] ... perfect. Don't stop...