[Akira forgets himself for a moment, just rubbing that magical little spot and watching intently as Goro writhes, and when he speaks his name he breathes out a ragged, shaking exhale.] God. [He doesn't elaborate.]
[He is, however, painfully hard in his own pants, a damp spot growing at the front of them where he strains against the fabric. He'll have to buy another pair of lounge pants while he washes these, yikes.]
[It's funny-- while Goro gets more verbose when he loses himself, Akira clams up and doesn't talk nearly as much. So the abrupt realization they're about to really, truly have sex makes his throat close up and his lips stay sealed as he works Goro into a froth.]
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[He is, however, painfully hard in his own pants, a damp spot growing at the front of them where he strains against the fabric. He'll have to buy another pair of lounge pants while he washes these, yikes.]
[It's funny-- while Goro gets more verbose when he loses himself, Akira clams up and doesn't talk nearly as much. So the abrupt realization they're about to really, truly have sex makes his throat close up and his lips stay sealed as he works Goro into a froth.]