@cornstarrr sent
[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more .
(Chiaki > Robby)
It’s all ragged breathing, panting against the flesh of Chiaki’s neck as the man grinds against him over and over, making him hard and aching in the confines of his pants. Making him needy, desperate for more, making up rock upwards to return the grinds with movement of his own.
Robby is so hard that it hurts, he’s not sure how much of this he can take, and it sounds like Chiaki feels the same way as he does. Robby presses an open-mouthed kiss to Chaiki’s pulse point, followed by teeth gently biting down on the spot he’d just kissed.
“Fuck.” Robby breathes against his neck, fingers curling around Chaiki’s hips. Not a hard grip but firm enough to feel his fingertips. The clothes need to come off, there is not enough skin against skin, far too much clothes and space between them.
“Fuck. I need more. I want to feel your skin against mine.” The clothes are too much and so Robby pulls back from him, pulling off his hoodie to toss it aside, before throwing his shirt to the side too and then his eyes catch Chaiki’s and he waits, waits for permission to do more or for Chaiki to do something – anything. He’ll settle for anything at this point.