After this long, Chikusa is no longer as sensitive as he might otherwise be, but with Ken’s enthusiasm, that means very little. His body curls over his partner with each sharp, almost violent, suck. The normally stoic expression on his face is all but vanished now, contorted into pleasure with each loud and debauched ride of Ken’s lip up along him. Maybe it shouldn’t feel this good, so rough and demanding and eager, but he comes undone easily from it all.

“Ken-” His fingers yank in his air, them and his breathless gasp of his partner’s name the only warnings before he tumbles over the edge with a jerk.