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“You’re—” I swallow. “You’re shaking.”
“Yeah.” A wrecked little laugh. “You feel too good, and I’m struggling not to fuck your brains out.”
“O… oh.” I blush.
He kisses my cheek. “You’re squeezing me so tight. Can you relax a bit… yeah. Just like that.”
He sinks another inch. I gasp, then he bottoms out.
He’s all the way in, hips flush to mine, and there’s no more room to pretend this is theoretical. I’m full. Stretched. I have no idea how he fits, but somehow he does. There is a man’s dick in my ass. Kento’s dick. Kento’s. Fuck. My brain is never recovering from this.
He stays still, letting me adjust, but I can sense he wants to snap his hips forward. “So good. So tight. My prince. You did so well.”
My toes curl in the sheets. “I’ll move now.” His forehead drops to mine.
I nod. When he draws back and pushes in again, the drag makes my mouth fall open. He does it again, and again, a careful rhythm that still shakes through him like slowness is the hardest thing he’s ever done.
“Kento—”
He fucks me deep, kissing the gasp off my lips. “Take it for me.”
He does it again. He keeps fucking me slowly, but then he loses a little of it.
“Fuck.”
The word punches out of him as his hips snap harder, and pleasure finally finds me for real.
“There,” I hear myself say. “Fuck… do it again.”
He adjusts and hits it again. “This? This what you needed, baby?”
“Don’t—nnh—call me—”
He kisses me, then whispers against my lips. “You feel like you were made for this. Made for me.”
I have no answer that saves me. I hook my legs higher, and he takes the invitation, driving in deeper, one hand sliding under my ass to keep me where he wants.
His mouth finds my ear. “You’re taking me so well. First time on a cock, and you’re already greedy for it.”
“Kento—”
“Say my name like that again.”
“Kento.” It breaks. “Harder.”
He gives it to me. A little faster. A little meaner. Pleasure stacks in my stomach until I’m shaking under him, petty comebacks turning into wrecked little please-sounds I try to swallow.
“This feels…”
“Good?” He thrusts deep and stays there a second, grinding. “Say it.”
“It feels good.”
He smashes his lips to mine again. I moan into his mouth, and he drinks it, fucking me through the crack in my attitude until I’m just a body under him saying his name.
“Tell me who you belong to.”
“You—”
