[God the clutch of him might just be what ends Akira's life. He would die the happiest man alive, but-- no deaths today. Just slow dips and swells of pleasure, searing heat in his gut that he knows is going to wreck them both when it crescendos. He exhales a shaking breath, gripping Goro's hips tighter and rocking his hips again, finding rhythm and slowly adding speed.] Fuck, Goro.
[He's surprised, somewhere in the back of his mind, that Goro hasn't swatted his hands away and taken over control of the movements, but it at least gives him the chance to keep the pace at a level he can handle without losing his feeble grip on his remaining composure.]
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[He's surprised, somewhere in the back of his mind, that Goro hasn't swatted his hands away and taken over control of the movements, but it at least gives him the chance to keep the pace at a level he can handle without losing his feeble grip on his remaining composure.]