[surprisingly, he's doing a pretty great job at focusing on the game for the most part, but the more getou moves and touches, the harder it becomes, and especially with the bike surging beneath them. while it's tempting to abandon it altogether, sizhui feels like he ought to at least try and last longer than a couple of minutes with getou pressed up against him so firmly. he does, however, offer slight pushback, planting his feet a little better, and arching his back to grind more intently against getou's hard-on.
it's extra difficult when getou's hands begin massaging across his torso, coaxing him without words, causing him to falter slightly with the game; where there's a shortcut to take, he bypasses it instead, too distracted by roaming fingers. an actual groan escapes sizhui after getou finds his hips, grips and pulls, drawing him right back up against him again, breath warm against the back of his neck. he shivers, he can't help it, the sensations are all too much at once and it makes him tilt his chin toward his chest to offer getou more skin.
the insinuation isn't necessary since he understands where this is going by now, but it helps the anticipation linger and sizhui likes that the most. those dragging hands are certainly helping, coupled alongside the motorcycle, they're heightening already skyrocketed feelings of pleasure and encouraging the idea of forgoing their game. out of sheer reflex, he tenses his thighs, his knees attempt to push together, though to no avail, given what they're doing and how getou plies him further.
an actual whimper comes this time, his body squirms and he yanks his right hand off the handlebar, lowering it to grasp getou's wrist, not stopping what he's doing but holding on tight because it feels like he's about to crash— and not entirely in the sense of what might happen on-screen.] Yes, [he finally manages, even if all he can follow it up with afterward is,] I do.
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it's extra difficult when getou's hands begin massaging across his torso, coaxing him without words, causing him to falter slightly with the game; where there's a shortcut to take, he bypasses it instead, too distracted by roaming fingers. an actual groan escapes sizhui after getou finds his hips, grips and pulls, drawing him right back up against him again, breath warm against the back of his neck. he shivers, he can't help it, the sensations are all too much at once and it makes him tilt his chin toward his chest to offer getou more skin.
the insinuation isn't necessary since he understands where this is going by now, but it helps the anticipation linger and sizhui likes that the most. those dragging hands are certainly helping, coupled alongside the motorcycle, they're heightening already skyrocketed feelings of pleasure and encouraging the idea of forgoing their game. out of sheer reflex, he tenses his thighs, his knees attempt to push together, though to no avail, given what they're doing and how getou plies him further.
an actual whimper comes this time, his body squirms and he yanks his right hand off the handlebar, lowering it to grasp getou's wrist, not stopping what he's doing but holding on tight because it feels like he's about to crash— and not entirely in the sense of what might happen on-screen.] Yes, [he finally manages, even if all he can follow it up with afterward is,] I do.