Swish, swish, swish they moved to the beat.
Occasionally there would be a thrust forward or his hair would sway and flip, which only made Ryo bite down on the straw he was drinking his whiskey from. He was like a godsend, that boy, and it really made Ryo question why he had never really been an option.
Sure, Ryo knew his lover was one hell of a
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