[Naoki groans roughly at the feeling of his nails, arching into them as his hands slide to the small of Richard's back. He drags his fingers up and down slowly, dragging them down when he thrusts in, as though to pull him down to meet him and get deeper in the process.
There's a soft noise that leaves him when he sees that hand out of his periphery, lifting off of him just enough so he can fix his eyes on that hand. He purrs shakily in approval, his next thrust rougher than intended.]
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There's a soft noise that leaves him when he sees that hand out of his periphery, lifting off of him just enough so he can fix his eyes on that hand. He purrs shakily in approval, his next thrust rougher than intended.]