Ryo’s eyes couldn’t stay on one spot, flickering all over the place to take in as much of your form as possible. He wasn’t sure how the two of you had ended up like this but he isn’t complaining. It’s better than anything his twisted little mind could’ve thought up—you sounded better than he imagined, you looked better than he imagined, you tasted better than he imagined.

"Here, take it," he commands, his hands find purchase on your waist in a greedy attempt to slowly pull your hips closer to his.