[Groans, a hitch at the back of his throat as his hips jerk up into his hand around him, Kamui's own hands at the back of Fuuma's neck holding on so tightly at each movement, however uncontrolled. If the way he was touching him before this drew out pleased shivers and clearly affected reactions out of Kamui, what Fuuma does now only causes the same doubly. Small growls get away from him, mingled with an almost frantic whisper of Fuuma's name, then again louder, his head still tipped back.]