[Akira really wonders about himself sometimes, because the commanding tone and the way Goro mercilessly keeps eye contact while riding him like a fucking wild mustang almost makes him lose it right there. He reaches down under Goro the second time he raises up, the gesture abrupt and uncoordinated, and grasps the base of his own dick pretty hard, his expression twisted and blissed out, but desperate to obey Goro's command.]
[How's that to look at, Goro? The esteemed leader of the Phantom Thieves, absolutely coming undone and at your mercy as he's ridden like a pony. His toes curl into the sheets and he pulls on them with his free hand, his body practically vibrating with how hard he's breathing.] Goro-- fuck--
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[How's that to look at, Goro? The esteemed leader of the Phantom Thieves, absolutely coming undone and at your mercy as he's ridden like a pony. His toes curl into the sheets and he pulls on them with his free hand, his body practically vibrating with how hard he's breathing.] Goro-- fuck--