[ Tatsuya takes a quick moment to thank whatever deities that exist— not looking at you, Philemon or Nyarlathotep— that Sudoh's pants were at least easier than his sarashi had been. And the confirmation of Sudoh's lack of underwear leaves Tatsuya momentarily breathless with appreciation. Then he's slipping his own pants off, freeing an aching erection. He fumbles briefly with the condom, slipping it on before he returns to Sudoh.
He hovers over Sudoh for a moment, pressing kisses against his jaw before he enters Sudoh as smoothly as he's able to. The rush of pleasure is so intense that he can't even move at first, just stares at Sudoh in awe and wonder. ]
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He hovers over Sudoh for a moment, pressing kisses against his jaw before he enters Sudoh as smoothly as he's able to. The rush of pleasure is so intense that he can't even move at first, just stares at Sudoh in awe and wonder. ]