[ wandering hands illicit a pleasant sigh out of him — but he positively moans and blushes when Gojou's fingers spread him open for a better view of how he's fucking himself on his cock, hips stuttering in their rhythm as he bottoms out and grinds heavenly across him, massaging and pressing him against every inner wall. his thighs are trembling, fuck, he feels so fucking good... ]
[ it inspires a shift. his back arches, chasing the delicious spots of white-hot pleasure that are sparkling behind his eyes, the sheen of sweat in the small of his back slipping down a spine. one hand balances his shoulders over Gojou's stomach; the other, devious as he is, wraps around his cock and pumps. ]
[ he creates his own rhythm between pushing himself down onto Gojou's spearing cock and thrusting up into his fist, a feedback loop of pleasure and self-satisfaction. and he's true to his word: he really doesn't want to stop, continuing to bottom out rough and fast even when his thrusts start getting erratic, when his hand isn't keeping up with his rhythm anymore but rather outpacing it. it makes him messy and frantic but still chasing the absolute ecstasy buried somewhere right behind his balls. ]
Fuck... fuckfuck, Satoru, I'm so close...
[ all of his muscles wind up so tight, he's clenching down on Gojou's cock with every desperate thrust, and pumping his dick with a quick, squeezing grip, and it's just there— it's right there, just out of his reach— ]
Satoru, please... I wanna come, I wanna come all over your cock, please...
[ just do that one thing, something, anything to push him over the edge. ]
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[ it inspires a shift. his back arches, chasing the delicious spots of white-hot pleasure that are sparkling behind his eyes, the sheen of sweat in the small of his back slipping down a spine. one hand balances his shoulders over Gojou's stomach; the other, devious as he is, wraps around his cock and pumps. ]
[ he creates his own rhythm between pushing himself down onto Gojou's spearing cock and thrusting up into his fist, a feedback loop of pleasure and self-satisfaction. and he's true to his word: he really doesn't want to stop, continuing to bottom out rough and fast even when his thrusts start getting erratic, when his hand isn't keeping up with his rhythm anymore but rather outpacing it. it makes him messy and frantic but still chasing the absolute ecstasy buried somewhere right behind his balls. ]
Fuck... fuckfuck, Satoru, I'm so close...
[ all of his muscles wind up so tight, he's clenching down on Gojou's cock with every desperate thrust, and pumping his dick with a quick, squeezing grip, and it's just there— it's right there, just out of his reach— ]
Satoru, please... I wanna come, I wanna come all over your cock, please...
[ just do that one thing, something, anything to push him over the edge. ]