Kita feels like he’s falling apart between them. It didn’t matter how much or little Osamu is moving because he’s still inside him, still pressed against him, Atsumu’s thrusts are enough to make sure he can’t forget it. Just like he can’t forget how good it feels to have him filling up his ass.

He’s speechless, pants and gasps drawn out of him with each of Atsumu’s thrusts as he clings onto Osamu as for dear life.