Mayo ficlets   von Toshi
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                           Crybaby (tw: missbrauch)
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Well, this position was awkward, to say the least. With a cushion stuck under
his chest and his face pressed into the sheets, Masaru kind of wished he hadn't
agreed to this.
He heard Kenta coming back into the room, felt the matress denting as he climbed
onto it and behind him. A warm hand caressed his lower back, ass, and thigh, and
Masaru shuddered. Kenta made a pleased hum.
"Watch out, it's cold." he said, and god damn, was it cold. Masaru twitched at
the sensation of the cool, slicky liquid that was poured onto his rear and
slowly trickling down between the cheeks. Kenta must have had a fucking blast
watching because it felt like forever until his next move. He rubbed one slicky
finger on his entrance and Masaru got hard from this alone. God.
"Enjoying yourself?"
"Shut it."
Kenta let out another pleased giggle and continued, pressing ever so slightly.
When he finally slid a first digit in, Masaru's face heated up in an instant and
he pressed his lips together. He didn't really know how to feel about this. It
wasn't exactly bad, but... very weird. He stopped breathing for a moment, and a
second finger joined, slowly thrusting in and out. Masa whimpered.
"You're so brave, Masa-chan."
He wanted to retort something as a third finger got inserted and his breath was
cut short. It was actually beginning to feel kinda good, and he hated himself
for that. Kenta was running his other hand down Masaru's spine, moved down his
sides, over his belly, making an effort to not touch his raging boner at all.
This was agonizing.
Kenta rubbed at his insides, getting everything soaking wet and it felt gross
between his legs. Before he knew it, Masaru was breathing heavier through his
mouth, and felt the arousal bundle up in his stomach, almost ready to finish.
Kenta seemed to sense this, too, so he stopped at once, sliding out.
"Not yet" he said, leaning over to reach under the bed. "The real fun has about
to start yet" he announced, ripping some plastic foil off... something.
Next thing Masaru knew was a very slick object trying to make its way down his
ass, and it was so much more to handle than those scrawny fingers. Masa gasped.
The cold silicone felt much more unpleasant as it slid down, but it finally came
to a stop. He felt very stretched out and very strangely not bad at all. Kenta
slid it out and back in again and suddenly hit a raw spot that made him moan in
pleasure.
"Whoops, found it."
Despite that he seemed to have a hard time finding "it" again and mindlessly
penetrated Masaru, making him writhe and gasp more. Fuck, he didn't want to
admit it, but he actually felt amazing. He clawed at the bedsheet, lips parted,
trying to meet the silicone midway to get more out of it and whenever he hit
that spot again it felt like heaven. Kenta chuckled, but Masaru ignored that,
too absorbed in pleasure. It didn't take him much longer until he spilled all
over the sheets and the cushion he was laying on. He gasped for air.
"Oh, Masa-chan, I knew you would enjoy it."
That took him back to reality and cut the afterglow short, and he felt hot tears
streaming over his face.

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