I'm holding on for now. It's a mighty far drop to the bottom of this gorge. My muscles can't stand the tension any longer. The tips of my fingers to my shoulder have gone completely numb. A light breeze could send me down. And I will welcome it with(more) a bitter smile.(less)
The noise that escaped Masayoshi was so high-pitched Gotou assumed that only dogs would be able to hear it. He shoved his hand over Masayoshi's mouth just in case, slipping two fingers inside which Masayoshi's tongue wrapped around greedily.
(more) "What have I told you," Gotou growled into Masayoshi's ear. "About being noisy, here?"
Masayoshi's moan was strangled, stifled by Gotou's hand and fingers - his own hands were curled into fists against the wall, his forehead tilted forward and almost brushing up against the tile.
Maybe it had been a stupid idea to follow Gotou into the bathroom after all - they both needed to rinse off, but ... this wasn't exactly what he had planned on. Gotou's hand over his mouth, his other hand wrapped around his cock, squeezing just enough that Masayoshi knew he wouldn't let him come for a while yet. Gotou's teeth nipped at his shoulder, pressure enough for Masayoshi to feel it, but not enough to leave a mark.
He shifted his stance and lowered his hips - that changed the angle of Gotou's movement significantly, and Masayoshi cried out, still mostly stifled. Gotou's hand tightened across his mouth; the bathroom echoed, and if he thought the walls were thin in the main room, that was without the amplification of the tile.
"C'mon," Gotou encouraged into his ear, fingers sliding across the skin of his cock. "Come for me, 'yoshi." He squeezed Masayoshi's cock. "Quietly."
Masayoshi gasped; Gotou released his mouth so that he could grip Masayoshi's hips with both hands. Masayoshi folded his arm in front of his face and bit the soft skin of his inner arm, trying to hold in the sobs as he squeezed his cock.
He wasn't going to forgive Gotou for teasing him like this for a long time.(less)