[He squirms a bit, and arches up against Kouta, not really sure how much longer he can take this. He uses his hand in Kouta's hair to tug his hair again, pressing his other hand flat against Kouta's back to make him lower his body. He moans Kouta's name into the kiss, trying to remember how to breathe. He's not thinking. He can't think. If he does he'll stop, and he desperately doesn't want to stop.]
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