Docking (Kyouya/Tamaki)
Tamaki could not help but gasp as Kyouya's (skillful, darting, playful) tongue swirled around the head of his cock, and he could not help but gasp further as that same tongue flickered beneath the foreskin. So simple, so pleasurable; why hadn't they thought of this before? Long, languid strokes around his shaft matched the flash of tongue and lips in perfect time.
Momentarily (but far, far too long) they all left his skin, but a stray hand returned as Kyouya stood up. Heavy, lust-filled eyes gazed upon him, raking once over his body before settling on his cock; curious, Tamaki followed his line of sight.
There, he caught it just then: the brilliant sight of Kyouya's own cock moving inside Tamaki's own, the bulge of two-as-one growing as the foreskin stretched and rolled. Tamaki felt sure he would collapse from this fantastic new feeling, but Kyouya held fast as he pushed further within. Tamaki moaned; he did not know if or how this sensation could compare to the excitement of Kyouya's own cock deep within his ass, but, as he came with a low, rumbling cry, his hazy mind came up with one, conclusive answer: good.