There is something different about cumming inside of someone. He couldn't quite describe it. It was sort of like making a claim. Like on an instinctual level. Primal. And the fact there's more squeezing down on his dick than just a hand or mouth.

It's so much tighter than either. Holy fuck.

He slumps forward, face pressed against the skin of Hayato's neck, and takes in a deep breath. "Fuck, you smell good," he murmurs. Like the beach and sun and sweat and sex.

"I'm going to pull out now. Stay like that. Please?"