[ shudders, fists curling in the fabric of toji’s t-shirt, threatening to push and force distance between them. ]
y-you always do this. think you can just fuck me to shut me up?
[ hips pull upwards, not giving what the man wanted. ]
hmm .. [ he acknowledge — yearning to hear more from his brims .
yet , his hands trailed . underneath those clothings ,, making its way his rear — tip of his finger met the clenched hole . ]