[ Or maybe he trapped himself. There's no fight against those legs wrapping around him, only accommodation in a closer press of his hips to try and keep Ayato from needing to strain himself. He keeps himself supported, never quite fully pressed down against Ayato's torso, but losing himself in those moans that pass between their lips and the grinds up against those sensitive spots inside him. ]
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[ Or maybe he trapped himself. There's no fight against those legs wrapping around him, only accommodation in a closer press of his hips to try and keep Ayato from needing to strain himself. He keeps himself supported, never quite fully pressed down against Ayato's torso, but losing himself in those moans that pass between their lips and the grinds up against those sensitive spots inside him. ]