You are the only one I want (NSFW)

In a luxurious penthouse bedroom, shrouded in darkness, two men engaged in a passionate and private encounter. They explored each other's bodies, fueled by a deep longing to be close and connected to one another.

Their soft sighs of pleasure blended in the air as their movements creaked the king-sized bed. Natsuo arched his back and clung onto the satin sheets as the other man thrust himself onto him, trying to meet his lover's movements.

"Hold on to me," Jiro said quietly.

The teal-haired one slid his hands up his partner's back, feeling how warm it was. The white-haired man's lips found their way to his companion's neck, kissing his skin as they crept up to his jawline and then to his lips.

Natsuo was content and consumed. He felt loved and cherished, like his lover's touch erased any doubts or insecurities that had ever existed in him. He enjoyed that satisfying feeling inside him more than he ever imagined possible - every touch, every kiss, every whisper.