Otoya licked the sharp curve of Takagi's chin. Takagi was spread out on the bed under him, one arm bent and disappearing underneath the white cased pillow, clutching hard at it. The other arm was tossed over Otoya's shoulder, Takagi's nails scratched over Otoya's back. "I'm going to stretch you now." Otoya murmured, his sweaty hair stuck to his forehead and the side of his face, and Fujimaru nodded, arching his hips up into Otoya's eager hands. Otoya reached off to the side, fumbling for the... read more
