[Whatever works. And boy does it. Exactly the way it should—all the thoughts in Leon's head about stopping, or any other plans, are being driven out by just how fucking good this feels and how good it is that Togami thinks so, too. Maybe that's most of it, even. He can't give himself any credit for suave or skilled technique right now, but who cares? What does it matter if it's just two people clinging on and moving just right and loving it?
He tips his face up for something, he's not sure what, but then his lips brush Togami's collarbone and he latches on there, mouthing and then sucking and biting down because it's what feels right. That's definitely going to leave a mark. His whole body shudders as he grinds down, shifting just this way, and that, until his cock is tucked up snugly between Togami's thighs and rubbing hard and damp against the soft, hot skin there—]
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He tips his face up for something, he's not sure what, but then his lips brush Togami's collarbone and he latches on there, mouthing and then sucking and biting down because it's what feels right. That's definitely going to leave a mark. His whole body shudders as he grinds down, shifting just this way, and that, until his cock is tucked up snugly between Togami's thighs and rubbing hard and damp against the soft, hot skin there—]