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Both men startled when the hotel phone rang. Ichirou's grip loosened on Kevin's neck in surprise. Kevin, however, finally had time to breathe life back into his lungs after having his face shoved into a pillow for so long. Sure, he felt amazing, but spots danced at the corner of his vision, and Ichirou had ignored his cries to slow down.
The phone kept ringing. Kevin groaned as Ichirou leaned towards the night stand, dick still inside him. Kevin whined. Ichirou stroked at Kevin's neck to shush him.
"Who is this?" Then he scoffed. "Fucking read better." And hung up.