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_{[ Aikuro is pretty happy that Gintoki has decided to remove his hand from his dark blue, soppy hair. His grip holds tighter around Gintoki as he feels his muscles around his pelvis and thighs clench. His pace quickens within his final moments, and in a haze, he feels himself release, putting some of his weight on Gintoki as he does so.

As he comes to a stop, he pulls himself out of Gintoki, feeling the warm drizzle of cum slush out of his partner's entrance. His entire body is still quivering, but he doesn't let go of Gintoki even for a moment, a pleased expression easing on his face. ]}

Aaaah, wow. _{[ a gasp. ]} Wow.
Let's sit down.
_{[ He says, carefully unfolding his arms from Gintoki's waist so he can crumble down to the shower floor carefully. Phew. ]}