[Kazuya's going to push Natsume over the edge before even he was prepared for it. The sweet kisses with the unrelenting way Kazuya was fucking him was making Natsume's body feel as if it could give out at any moment, taking his heart along with it. This was a feral mating if there ever was one, but there was still a kindness behind the focused attention. The only thing holding him in place was Kazuya's grip on his hips, keeping him from writhing right off the bed.
One knee does slip, changing the angle just enough that it makes Natsume see stars behind his eyes. Every thrust grinds his own cock against the soggy mess of the bed beneath him, and it's all he can do to reach back and grab whatever part of Kazuya he can to hold his mate there. Seconds later he's coming again, his voice starting to sound hoarse from the sounds Kazuya was pulling from him.]
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One knee does slip, changing the angle just enough that it makes Natsume see stars behind his eyes. Every thrust grinds his own cock against the soggy mess of the bed beneath him, and it's all he can do to reach back and grab whatever part of Kazuya he can to hold his mate there. Seconds later he's coming again, his voice starting to sound hoarse from the sounds Kazuya was pulling from him.]