[ Oh, he can tell. But there's something to be said for making certain that Jyuto isn't hurting or anything. He wants to ravish him, not hurt him. In fact, Jyuto will barely even get past Riou's name before he's moving his hips with a low grunt in his throat. There's no slow gathering of pace, no build up. He just takes him, hard and fast. The thin sheen of sweat forming on his chest shines in the natural lighting from the windows. Riou puts one of his hands on the back of the couch to steady both of them while the other remains on Jyuto's hips to make sure that he doesn't try to pull away-- Riou wants him to feel his full length each and every time he slams it inside of Jyuto. He wants Jyuto not just to remember him, but his body to remember his shape. He wants to give him an experience he's never going to be able to overwrite with someone else, out of pure animal instinct. ]
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