He’s glistening with sweat, yet he’s not even close to being done with Akira
Strands of stray hair that fell from his small bun are sticking to his forehead and temples and he’s biting his bottom lip so hard as he thrusts himself against an incredibly blissed out Akira, wrists—

—bound and eyes rolling back with every roll and jerk of His hips so flush between his legs
They were too desperate and in need of the other that they couldn’t even properly take off Akira’s trousers, one leg still hanging on to his foot as his feet flex and toes curl, back—

—arching and rolling to hit that spot the other keeps hitting, over and over until he can only mutter the weakest “f uck” before the only word left on his brain can be whimpered, moaned, yelped, and then *screamed* out — Goro’s name, sweet on the tongue and sex itself on the ears

WHOA WHAT I CAN ADD A second TWEET TO AN ORIGINAL TWEET IN ONE GO??? ,??C cv????