"Don't want you to." He's slipping ino the rhythm, moving with Nanami and returning the kisses as best he can.

"Kento, you feel-" He's panting, his fingers digging into Nanami's shoulders, holding onto him like there's nothing else in the world capable of keeping him secure. It's good, the sensations building inside him, his lips parting on moans and gasps of Nanami's name.