[ his body jerks as he gasps into Gaku's mouth, fingers twisting harder into his hair. It feels good -- better than he has any right to feel, probably. He almost -- can't think about that, right now. Can't think about anything, really. The guilt and the twisting need for perfection were nothing in the moment as he drowns against Gaku's body.
His breathing is already shaky and short and he can't do anything but gasp and cling with Gaku's tongue in his mouth. ]
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His breathing is already shaky and short and he can't do anything but gasp and cling with Gaku's tongue in his mouth. ]