[God damn it that's such an unsexy way to put it, but so very Yukimura that Masamune's loins are indeed burning like a backyard barbeque. Or maybe it's just each thrust of that premium meat sending waves of pleasure and pain through his entire being, and he absolutely relishes it. Each loud slam of pelvis against pelvis rocks his body to and fro over the table, forcing out gasps and moans with every movement, makes his toes curl tightly in his socks and his fingers grasp helplessly at the table's edges.
How rough it really is in the grand scheme of things, he has no fucking idea. Just that his soft, fresh buns have never felt anything like it. He's getting porked real good.]
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How rough it really is in the grand scheme of things, he has no fucking idea. Just that his soft, fresh buns have never felt anything like it. He's getting porked real good.]