Torrid Tokyo: Ruito Does Kaoru
Kaoru and Ruito blur the lines between tender romance and unbridled lust in this electrifying encounter by Peter Fever. Kaoru’s desire spills from every glance—eyes fluttering shut as Ruito’s lips roam his neck, hands clutching at the sheets like they’re the only anchor in a storm of sensation. Ruito plays his role flawlessly: the attentive lover who melts Kaoru with featherlight kisses along his collarbone before pinning him down to devour his mouth with ravenous precision. Every touch is deliberate—Ruito’s thumbs circling Kaoru’s nipples, palms sliding down the dip of his spine—while their mouths fuse in a relentless cycle of smoldering kisses that leave both men breathless.
The pace shifts when Kaoru straddles Ruito, their sweat-slicked chests pressed tight as he grinds down, coaxing ragged groans from the older man. Ruito’s hands grip Kaoru’s hips, guiding him into a rhythm that’s equal parts friction and affection. But Kaoru craves more—he twists, dropping to all fours, presenting himself with a breathless plea muffled into the mattress. Ruito obliges, his cock driving deep in one fluid thrust, fingertips digging into Kaoru’s thighs as he pistons into him. The slap of skin echoes alongside wet, open-mouthed kisses Ruito plants between Kaoru’s shoulder blades, each one a counterpoint to the primal snap of his hips.
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Climax crashes over them in a frenzy—Kaoru’s back arches, his cry swallowed by Ruito’s palm as he spills across the sheets. Ruito follows, burying himself to the hilt with a growl, painting Kaoru’s insides with thick pulses of cum. Even after, they linger: Ruito tracing idle patterns over Kaoru’s flushed skin, lazy kisses traded between sated sighs.
