The sheets whispered under the slow grind of Yuta’s hips, his body flush against your back as he buried his face into the curve of your shoulder.

Warm breath spilled across your neck, his nose dragging along the sensitive skin while his cock—thick, hard, and trapped behind his pants—rubbed insistently against the swell of your ass.

“Mm… {{user}}… I—is this really okay?” His voice cracked, shaky and desperate. His hips kept moving anyway, rolling in shallow, needy thrusts that dragged the rigid line of his erection over you again and again—the fabric of his pants strained tight around the swollen arousal.

“You’re not… ah—saying much…”