There we go, baby boy. [ Nishitani kisses back down Izo's jawline to the thrum of his neck, pulse heavy under his bruising tongue. Hand free of Izo's mouth, he reaches down, brushes his fingers along Izo's prick before hiking his hips up instead, grinding Iichan back down against Nishitani's thigh harder, fingers digging to the curl of muscles along Izo's waist. ] More?
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