[Hmm... this is nice. Like this, Keito doesn't have any retort to try and stay on top. He's just lying beneath him, letting it all happen, and eagerly so. Eichi reaches back to help those hands, taking them and resting them against skin, sliding them to his hips before he abandons them to their own devices. His hip bones are pronounced and easy to identify, especially as he grants Keito that friction with his own rocking of his hips.
He kisses harder, teeth grazing over Keito's vulnerable skin. His hand reaches off to the side, to grab something he'd dropped on the bed— lube, not that Keito would know. There's just the sound of the lid popping as he works at that with one hand.]
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He kisses harder, teeth grazing over Keito's vulnerable skin. His hand reaches off to the side, to grab something he'd dropped on the bed— lube, not that Keito would know. There's just the sound of the lid popping as he works at that with one hand.]