[Said swimmers shouldn't be surprised at random pieces of clothing popping up everywhere, it's Hotel. And if they don't know they'll learn.
Yusuke's too preoccupied with Akechi to think about it; any sound he makes during the kiss and after, when lips travel over his neck and jaw, is both muffled, but also odd. His hips grind down as the hand pulls him forward, and his fingers dig into Akechi's back.
And his body is as eager as Akechi's, whether it's from friction or the entirely new experience, it's hard to tell, but does it matter at this point? He's more than happy to keep up the movement of his hips, wanting those hands to get more daring with him.]
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Yusuke's too preoccupied with Akechi to think about it; any sound he makes during the kiss and after, when lips travel over his neck and jaw, is both muffled, but also odd. His hips grind down as the hand pulls him forward, and his fingers dig into Akechi's back.
And his body is as eager as Akechi's, whether it's from friction or the entirely new experience, it's hard to tell, but does it matter at this point? He's more than happy to keep up the movement of his hips, wanting those hands to get more daring with him.]