[ finally. the deep, hard thrusts he'd been yearning for nearly scared keigo from the level of gratification he derived alone. it was like a pleasure center overload, having that thick flesh piston into his body, parting him widely around the thickness of it. he could practically feel every fibre stretch and pull, taut and firm, as renji rammed into him with such tantalizing force. keigo had to grip at the countertop firmly to keep himself from being shoved over too much, doubling as a source of leverage to push himself back against him. the combined force of renji's brutal thrusting and keigo's pliant and needy grinding was hitting all the right buttons.

his voice was a wavering cry as he started to sink further into an almost mindless rutting, barely registering what renji had been saying to him until he realized he was staring at the image of himself getting fucked out. keigo's throat tightened, a gasp sharply cutting through the groans and pants, and his fingers dug down against the smooth counter.

he really looked like a slut, didn't he... getting bent over a public restroom countertop, letting his boyfriend work him over like he paid him for the privilege. his tail was curled up and back, quivering from the force and the almost electric shocks of pleasure that ran up and down his spine. he could barely recognize himself, even despite the animalistic features... ]

[ the idea of being watched was pretty humiliating, but even as keigo's ears flattened against his skull, his muscles clenched tightly around renji's dick, milking him in time with the urgent rolling of his hips. he looked askance, the embarrassment flooding over him even as he still actively encouraged renji's raw pounding. ]