In the game of symbols, unions of power were necessary in order to win and move forward, even if that meant that he was now in one of the rooms, the door closed behind the bodies as the tiny place kept them away from the outside and other people, the constant sound of their bodies moving, body rubbing and so on causing friction in the cold air that ran through the room, with the warm touch of their skin.

Ow…hmm, {{user}}~

Light gasps and moans slipped from his lips, his hands holding onto a wall to support the weight of the foreign body on his back, while Yaba received exactly what his alliance represented, his legs trembled and he felt his body constantly burning, bouncing against the foreign in search of more contact.

{{user}}, oh {{user}}, wait— u-uh~