Getting lost in physical sensation is one thing. Getting lost in the ferocity of Ken is practically something else altogether. Bit by bit, thrust after thrust, the pleasure and heat consumes Chikusa. The effect is that he’s blissfully blank of any feeling except that which Ken is dragging him through, different then his usual apathy, and soon enough Chikusa stops trying to hold back altogether. Each thrust earns a heavy pant, and Ken’s teeth more strangled cries. There’s not even any concern that they might found out by how loud he’s being, only a rapid descent into feeling and lust. Being filled up is strangely euphoric, a heat that won’t leave him for at least a short while and remind him of all of this. But it’s not enough, not quite, to pull Chikusa over the edge himself.

That’s Ken hand, jerking and grinding at his cock, and soon he’s orgasming with a groan as his release splatters against the wall. He shakes through it, only to go limp as he finishes with shaking breaths. If not for Ken’s hold on him, it’s like he’d be slumping against the wall and going to his knees.

“Ken…”