They haven't really got any help with this, just good old cum and spit, and Gintoki can tell. The friction burns, but he finds he doesn't mind it. It's a good burn, and he rocks his hips against it, breath coming in short hisses through his teeth. Maybe that makes it sound a bit like he's suffering, but then Aikuro's hand tightens in his hair and he moans, a quiet thing but a moan nonetheless.
He'd been rooting for nails and scalp massaging, but tugging is just fine too. Amazing, actually. With the double stimulation, he's left gasping, a fist pressed almost painfully against the wall. Until Aikuro's cock rubs against just the right spot, and he reaches back to grip onto Aikuro somewhere, anywhere, which ends up being his hair. ]
Nnngh--!
[ So, about there would be where to aim.
He tries to gather himself together some, to take a few deep breaths so he doesn't just ... come right away. That would be a bummer, actually. He'd like to be fucked for a while before that happens. ]
O-oi ...
[ He twists the hand in Aikuro's hair a little, gritting his teeth. ]
If you're gonna screw me, stop ... callin' me that. That's what my dad was called, y-- know. That's creepy.
[ What dad?
He doesn't even really care. Well, it's nicer to be called Gintoki, he thinks, but he doesn't really care. He just has to spout nonsense too, of course. ]
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They haven't really got any help with this, just good old cum and spit, and Gintoki can tell. The friction burns, but he finds he doesn't mind it. It's a good burn, and he rocks his hips against it, breath coming in short hisses through his teeth. Maybe that makes it sound a bit like he's suffering, but then Aikuro's hand tightens in his hair and he moans, a quiet thing but a moan nonetheless.
He'd been rooting for nails and scalp massaging, but tugging is just fine too. Amazing, actually. With the double stimulation, he's left gasping, a fist pressed almost painfully against the wall. Until Aikuro's cock rubs against just the right spot, and he reaches back to grip onto Aikuro somewhere, anywhere, which ends up being his hair. ]
Nnngh--!
[ So, about there would be where to aim.
He tries to gather himself together some, to take a few deep breaths so he doesn't just ... come right away. That would be a bummer, actually. He'd like to be fucked for a while before that happens. ]
O-oi ...
[ He twists the hand in Aikuro's hair a little, gritting his teeth. ]
If you're gonna screw me, stop ... callin' me that. That's what my dad was called, y-- know. That's creepy.
[ What dad?
He doesn't even really care. Well, it's nicer to be called Gintoki, he thinks, but he doesn't really care. He just has to spout nonsense too, of course. ]