Leveraged forward from the pressure behind his thigh, Hakkyuu manages to cushion his forehead against his forearm while the other reaches up to press his palm against the wall overhead, fingers curling occasionally, clawing into the wood.
Hakkyuu's mind is definitely split and spoilt for sensations in all the most sensitive areas, eyes going wide and setting an unfocused stare upward somewhere as his leg muscles tense in direct response to what Logan's excellent and purpose-driven tongue is doing. Each inward push sends a shudder through his legs and hot, fraying sounds choking up through his throat. And that only intensifies as Hakkyuu feels those grasping fingers between his leg, a sharp breath catching somewhere in his chest, long before it can get anywhere further up.
The noises from behind the wall also makes it seem a bit like the initial abruptness of his hips getting shoved flush to wall may have caught them by surprise, though they manage to recover pretty quickly and effectively find themselves pulled into the rhythm set by the targeted efforts of the Dominant at Hakkyuu's rear. And, hell, even as experienced as he is, how much self-control he has, how much endurance he can tap into, even Hakkyuu knows the impending and inescapable rush toward climax and how hard it is to avoid with two very intently focused mouths on him.
It doesn't take much longer either, his vocalisations becoming more frequent in their wordless form, more colourful when they do find shape in language. His hips find pace between the two of them, instinctively seeking out where the most pleasure can be found, how much he can let all his rational thinking utterly shatter beneath pure feeling.
And when he does come it's with crashing intensity. His entire form going entirely still quite abruptly, the arm that's reached up snapping back reflexively to grab onto the man behind him, not caring where the hand actually lands though best guess is probably shoulder or the back of his neck and grasping firmly as everything rolls through him in an incredible, mind-numbing wave that sends cracks through the loud cry that manages to claw up past his lips, forces his eyes closed, his head back, back arched, and makes the muscles of his hole twitch and his sack in the other man's hand throb.
It's hard to say which side of the wall is the winner, in truth, though whenever he's put the pieces of his mind back together, Hakkyuu would probably argue that it's actually his win.
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Hakkyuu's mind is definitely split and spoilt for sensations in all the most sensitive areas, eyes going wide and setting an unfocused stare upward somewhere as his leg muscles tense in direct response to what Logan's excellent and purpose-driven tongue is doing. Each inward push sends a shudder through his legs and hot, fraying sounds choking up through his throat. And that only intensifies as Hakkyuu feels those grasping fingers between his leg, a sharp breath catching somewhere in his chest, long before it can get anywhere further up.
The noises from behind the wall also makes it seem a bit like the initial abruptness of his hips getting shoved flush to wall may have caught them by surprise, though they manage to recover pretty quickly and effectively find themselves pulled into the rhythm set by the targeted efforts of the Dominant at Hakkyuu's rear. And, hell, even as experienced as he is, how much self-control he has, how much endurance he can tap into, even Hakkyuu knows the impending and inescapable rush toward climax and how hard it is to avoid with two very intently focused mouths on him.
It doesn't take much longer either, his vocalisations becoming more frequent in their wordless form, more colourful when they do find shape in language. His hips find pace between the two of them, instinctively seeking out where the most pleasure can be found, how much he can let all his rational thinking utterly shatter beneath pure feeling.
And when he does come it's with crashing intensity. His entire form going entirely still quite abruptly, the arm that's reached up snapping back reflexively to grab onto the man behind him, not caring where the hand actually lands though best guess is probably shoulder or the back of his neck and grasping firmly as everything rolls through him in an incredible, mind-numbing wave that sends cracks through the loud cry that manages to claw up past his lips, forces his eyes closed, his head back, back arched, and makes the muscles of his hole twitch and his sack in the other man's hand throb.
It's hard to say which side of the wall is the winner, in truth, though whenever he's put the pieces of his mind back together, Hakkyuu would probably argue that it's actually his win.