That was not really what he expected either reaction to be, Togami's or his own—why's it so funny? Is it because this is like, the ultimate in tension? Holding your friend(?) down on your bed in the dark and whispering to him about coming all over his body, hanging by a thread to your control? And then it just fuckin' snaps like a girl's hairtie because suddenly he's making comments about your laundry?
And yet it's somehow still really, really good?
He presses his face against Togami's throat, his whole body shaking with barely-restrained giggles—and then, because he feels like it, because it is still good and he's happy about it—
he rewards him, thrusting down hard and fast a few times against his hips, rubbing up deliberately and especially against the length of Togami's erection.]
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That was not really what he expected either reaction to be, Togami's or his own—why's it so funny? Is it because this is like, the ultimate in tension? Holding your friend(?) down on your bed in the dark and whispering to him about coming all over his body, hanging by a thread to your control? And then it just fuckin' snaps like a girl's hairtie because suddenly he's making comments about your laundry?
And yet it's somehow still really, really good?
He presses his face against Togami's throat, his whole body shaking with barely-restrained giggles—and then, because he feels like it, because it is still good and he's happy about it—
he rewards him, thrusting down hard and fast a few times against his hips, rubbing up deliberately and especially against the length of Togami's erection.]