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[ his teeth sink into his lip again, fastening tight, as though that'd stop the sounds that catch his his throat when jonouchi begins to move more predictably. there's a building pressure in that place beneath his palm, a tautness throughout his body, and although he doesn't know whether or not it's encouragement, he begins to move with him anyway. pushing his cock up into the heat of his mouth, sliding against his tongue, looking for more friction as his eyes slip shut. there's nothing to see in this dark, so it doesn't make any difference if he keeps them open.

and it helps him to focus on what the rest of his body is doing, shoulders pushed into the mattress, hips pushed up.

haltingly, he reaches out a hand to rest in jonouchi's hair. if he's going to finish, he should pull him off. or maybe he just wants to feel the way he's moving, doing this to him. ]