[The cuffs rattle as Mori tries to lift his hands, automatically wanting to wrap his arms around him, it's so frustrating not being able to. Can't believe you're doing all this and calling him his name and playing with him without letting him do a damn thing back. Mori groans, arching up into Hardcore's hands, silently pleading for more.]
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F-Feels good. Fuck, I want you so bad, Hardcore.