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ramuda rode gentaro at a steady pace, moaning and making sweet little noises as he moved. gentaro felt a moan of his own working its way out of him, and brought his hand to his own mouth to muffle the sound of it.
"ah, dont do that gentaro!" ramuda paused to grab gentaros hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss it and murmur against his knuckles, "i want to hear your voice, too." with that he resumed his movements, this time with his fingers laced with gentaros.
gentaro held tight, his other hand coming up to trace over ramudas hip, stomach, and chest as he allowed himself to let loose his own sighs and moans.
he couldnt decide what to focus on---
the way ramuda felt moving against him, the way ramudas own dick bounced with his movements, the way ramudas skin flushed pink down to his chest, the way ramuda was slack jawed and blissed out, eyes blown wide in pleasure, the way ramuda moaned and gasped, ramudas hand in his own, ramuda, ramuda, ramuda...
"...ramuda, ramuda, ramuda--- ah!" his voice drew out into a long moan as he reached his end, grasping at ramuda as he came. ramuda continued his movements as gentaro climaxed, so it wasnt until he slowed to a stop that gentaro realized he had been chanting ramudas name out loud.
his face burned red as he looked up at ramudas astonished expression, and he looked away as ramudas face split into a bright smile.
"haha! have i put you at a loss for words, gentaro?" he leaned in and kissed him sweetly on the cheek. "i hope they come back! what would fling posse be without our beloved author?"
gentaro huffed. "im afraid that due to your charming seduction, i may have lost my ability to speak forever..." he rose a hand to affectionately ruffle ramudas hair. "of course, that was obviously a lie."
the two shared a laugh as ramuda fell down to the mattress next to gentaro and cuddled in. secretly, gentaro thought about how we wouldnt mind being put at a loss for words again soon.