[ He can't deny... the subconscious way he rocks his hips, revelling in the friction of their clothed cocks rubbing together. His brow tenses in concentration, though his attention is completely overtaken by the familiar pull and ache in his groin. He shifts to the side, trying to pull his hips away to make it less obvious that he's already quickly getting hard, and he pulls Akira along with him.
Their mouths stay connected, but Ryuji is absent from the way their lips softly move against one another. He's more concerned by the interested twitch of his arousal and the hand kneading at his scalp. He tugs at Akira's clothes, pulling at his shirt like he's tugging at a pair of reins, exhaling loudly through his nose. His teeth sink into his lower lip meanwhile, lightly biting at his mouth as he gives into his own stupid libido and tries to push his hips forward, urging him to do the same. ]
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Their mouths stay connected, but Ryuji is absent from the way their lips softly move against one another. He's more concerned by the interested twitch of his arousal and the hand kneading at his scalp. He tugs at Akira's clothes, pulling at his shirt like he's tugging at a pair of reins, exhaling loudly through his nose. His teeth sink into his lower lip meanwhile, lightly biting at his mouth as he gives into his own stupid libido and tries to push his hips forward, urging him to do the same. ]