Asahi reached out to grip Nishinoya’s waist, his nerves dispersing out of his fingertips as he sat back and relaxed, rolling his palms against firm muscle. Things always went much more smoothly once he had his hands on his small lover.
Breathing Asahi’s name, Noya gripped his lover’s shaft, giving him a few quick, rough strokes before sinking himself down, a sinfully loud moan of “Fuuuuuck~” disturbing the silence of the apartment. He sunk down slowly, lips crashing together desperately as they both trembled from the sensation.