He likes this best: bent over and knees spread uncompromisingly wide, Hiroshi's teeth sharp on his shoulder and Hiroshi's cock thick inside him, fucking him slow and hard, the stretch of it just hard enough to really feel. Masaharu closes his eyes and groans as Hiroshi's hand travels down his chest and closes on his cock, jerking him off, slow and rough, until the raw heat of it dissolves him completely, just the way he likes it.

Hiroshi's good at giving Masaharu what he wants. Better still, Masaharu's good at giving Hiroshi what he wants.

And because it's them, somehow it always syncs up.

They wouldn't have it any other way.

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No, I'm not supposed to be writing a syllabus right now or anything.