Yuta’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 sound better than he imagined, you looked better than he imagined, you taste better than he imagined.

"Please, let me..." he mumbles, his hands find purchase on your waist in a greedy attempt to pull your hips closer to his.