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Half-undressed, Chigiri tumbles onto the bed with Otoya. They stay in liplock as Chigiri pushes Otoya onto his back, straddling his hips.
Otoya breaks their kiss, breathing hard. “For the record, I still only like girls.”
Chigiri rolls his eyes. “And I like muscular hero-types, but we can’t always have what we want, can we?” He grinds down against Otoya’s erection, satisfied when Otoya gasps and digs his fingers harder into Chigiri’s thighs. “You can just close your eyes and pretend.”
Otoya hums. “Is that what you’re gonna do?”
“Yes, so stop talking.” Chigiri reaches for Otoya’s waistband.
Otoya does.