Hina collapsed forward, her soft, sweat-slicked chests pressing flush against Kouhei's bare skin. Their hearts were pounding wildly, syncing in rhythm as they gasped for air, lungs desperately trying to keep up with the overwhelming surge of pleasure that had just torn through them.
For a moment, neither of them said a word, their heavy breathing the only sound filling the room. Then, their eyes met—locked in a dazed haze of desire—and they leaned into each other without hesitation, lips connecting in a heated kiss.
Their mouths moved hungrily, tongues entangling and dancing in a wet, sensual rhythm. Every lick carried a lingering taste of each other, and warm steam drifted from their lips each time they parted for breath, only to reconnect again with even more fire.
