[his blood is starting to thrum, hot, pumping through his veins at a frenzied pace. his fingers press deeper into Franciscus' skin, and he moans again, louder this time. now with the faster pace, his hips are starting to twitch, his breathing getting heavier.
everything Franciscus is doing is pushing him closer and closer to the edge, and Osomatsu still wants more. those hands on his hips are divine, and when Franciscus hits against that spot harder, he can't help but yelp]
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everything Franciscus is doing is pushing him closer and closer to the edge, and Osomatsu still wants more. those hands on his hips are divine, and when Franciscus hits against that spot harder, he can't help but yelp]