[time seems to slow down, and Gaku knows he must've stopped breathing at some point, the sensation of his lungs burning only fully hitting him once his hips are flush with the curve of Tenn's ass. it's nearly impossible to think around the feeling of Tenn so tight around him, every movement he makes under Gaku doing nothing but encouraging him to just pull out and slam back into him—
it's tempting. it really is, and it's probably not going to take long for him to get there when he does move again, but not yet. he bends down over Tenn, pressing his face into his hair and finally breathing in.]
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it's tempting. it really is, and it's probably not going to take long for him to get there when he does move again, but not yet. he bends down over Tenn, pressing his face into his hair and finally breathing in.]