[He ignores that little gasp of pain, because he's got Ranpo exactly where he wants him. Face down, ass up, gasping and squirming and desperate. Lightning adjusts Ranpo's position, pulling up on his hips to adjust the angle exactly right before his fingers slide out. One more squirt of lube, and he slides his cock in, slow and deliberate for a second before pulling back and slamming in, starting up a forceful, rapid rhythm.]
[A groan falls from Ranpo's lips when Lewin pulls his fingers out, only to be replaced by another as he slowly starts to push in. But he's lulled into a false sense of security by that, and when Lewin suddenly pulls back and begins to slam into him, he's caught off guard in the best of ways.]
[He cries out, nails digging into the sheets below as he arches his back and leans back into those thrusts. It feels so good it's borderline overwhelming, his cries becoming a continuous stream that's punctuated every time their hips meet.]
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[He cries out, nails digging into the sheets below as he arches his back and leans back into those thrusts. It feels so good it's borderline overwhelming, his cries becoming a continuous stream that's punctuated every time their hips meet.]