[ He gulps when the fingers slip out, leaving him feeling empty. Though not for long. His eyes are glued to how Omi fastens on the condom and his lips press into a thin line as he prepares himself for what's coming next. As the tip pushes in, then more, he lets out an airy moan only to grumble towards the end. It's thicker and bigger than those fingers, but that itch is still there. More... He wants more. ]
How can I be good when it's not all in?
[ Sometimes you just have to do it yourself. Gojou presses his hips down onto Omi, taking all of him down to the base. A content hum sounds from his throat as the sensation shoots up his back. Still, he's not satisfied. Slowly, he moves his hips, greedily riding him. ]
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How can I be good when it's not all in?
[ Sometimes you just have to do it yourself. Gojou presses his hips down onto Omi, taking all of him down to the base. A content hum sounds from his throat as the sensation shoots up his back. Still, he's not satisfied. Slowly, he moves his hips, greedily riding him. ]