Touya has been whimpering for so long he's lost track of time. Keigo is on top of him, stunning in the halo casted by Night City's neons shimmering through the windows, lightened up by the ruby shadows of his AR wings. Small drops of sweat slowly roll on his heated skin, a soft, scarlet hue spread on his body, his EMP threading tracing a path down his chest and arms, his cock throbbing and bouncing in sync with his hips' movements, enhanced by his Sandevistan.