Ayato pulls on Tartaglia's hair again, whispering, "focus." He shifts his hips up to hit the most sensitive spot inside of him, and Tartaglia shudders, turning his eyes back in front of him. Faintly, he can hear the sound of leather. Fingertips dig into his hip, five indentations pressing and inevitably bruising. Ayato's other hand moves from his hair to loosely wrap around the back of his neck, pushing his face closer to the mattress. He takes on an almost-punishing pace, one that has Tartaglia's chest heaving for breath and his knees slipping on the sheets, and Ayato's moans ring off the wall obscenely. If they're not careful, he'll wake the whole hotel up (he's always been loud, too loud for his own good) and how the fuck would they explain that?
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