[ It is easier for Katsura to become colder to people than Sakamoto; and maybe he shouldn't associate so much aggression in his behavior right now, but.. The head of his cock ruts against something that does feel good, and it causes his toes to curl and his fingers to flex. ]
A—ah! [ A bit if a surprised sound, but his body jolts and straightens. Beads of sweat are trickling down his chest, taut muscles rippling through each movement he makes. His pace slows, face twisting into something that looks uncomfortable, and he eases to a stop. Ah, something needs to be fixed here so he'll take a moment to do that. Hair is sticking across his jaw, right along his lips and he swallows. Hard. His palms open, fumble around until he links hands with Sakamoto's, pushing his fingers through and intertwining them. ]
—It felt good. [ Yeah, it felt good. If he were one to be so openly shameless, he's go into description of how good it actually feels; to have something to hard and pulsating inside of him, hugged by his ring of muscles, brushing against the nerves of his body. His voice is dry; almost like he can hardly talk so it's probably for the better anyway. He has to re-position himself, hopefully for the better; and hopefully to encourage Sakamoto to buck against him again.
He does take a moment, however, and brings a hand to his lips, curling his knuckles and speaking against Sakamoto's fingers, eyes closing. ]
Please do that again. [ There's a kiss across Sakamoto's fingers as he tries to catch his breath. ]
Move with me. [ He resumes the pace, steady this time. ]
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The head of his cock ruts against something that does feel good, and it causes his toes to curl and his fingers to flex. ]
A—ah!
[ A bit if a surprised sound, but his body jolts and straightens. Beads of sweat are trickling down his chest, taut muscles rippling through each movement he makes. His pace slows, face twisting into something that looks uncomfortable, and he eases to a stop. Ah, something needs to be fixed here so he'll take a moment to do that.
Hair is sticking across his jaw, right along his lips and he swallows. Hard. His palms open, fumble around until he links hands with Sakamoto's, pushing his fingers through and intertwining them. ]
—It felt good.
[ Yeah, it felt good. If he were one to be so openly shameless, he's go into description of how good it actually feels; to have something to hard and pulsating inside of him, hugged by his ring of muscles, brushing against the nerves of his body. His voice is dry; almost like he can hardly talk so it's probably for the better anyway. He has to re-position himself, hopefully for the better; and hopefully to encourage Sakamoto to buck against him again.
He does take a moment, however, and brings a hand to his lips, curling his knuckles and speaking against Sakamoto's fingers, eyes closing. ]
Please do that again.
[ There's a kiss across Sakamoto's fingers as he tries to catch his breath. ]
Move with me.
[ He resumes the pace, steady this time. ]