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The room was dim, the soft golden light making everything feel warmer than it actually was.
Fuma leaned against the door like he owned the place, arms crossed, looking way too calm for someone who clearly knew what he was doing.
Yuma sat on the edge of the bed, pretending to be relaxed even though his heart was beating a little faster than he wanted to admit.
“So… are you just going to stand there?” Yuma said, trying to sound bold instead of nervous.
Fuma raised an eyebrow, that tiny smirk almost giving him away. “You’re pretty confident for someone in your situation,” he replied smoothly. Yuma rolled his eyes and leaned back on his hands.
“Confidence looks good on me, don’t you think? And you like when I talk back.” Fuma’s lips curved slightly, the kind of smile he only ever showed when Yuma pushed him on purpose.
“Careful,” he said quietly, stepping a little closer, “that attitude can only save you for so long.” The teasing in the air shifted into something heavier, and Yuma swallowed, still smiling. “Then show me,” he whispered, refusing to back down even for a second.
Fuma closed the distance in an instant, his voice firm. “Strip.”
Yuma blinked, caught off guard. “Just like that? You really know how to charm a guy.”
Fuma remained unfazed, a smirk playing on his lips. “If you want me to show you, then do it.”
Yuma felt heat rush to his cheeks but quickly masked it with sass. “Fine, but don’t expect me to be shy about it.”
He stood and slowly started to undress, trying to keep the mood light. “You better appreciate this view.” Yuma smirked.
Fuma’s gaze was intense, watching him closely. “Trust me, I will.”
Yuma peeled off his shirt, tossing it aside, then pushed down his pants with a teasing grin. “There. All yours. What’s next?”
Fuma stepped closer, a smirk on his face. “Now, I’ll show you what happens when you challenge me.”
Fuma quickly spreads Yuma’s legs and smirks at the sight; Yuma was all wet and ready for him. “You little slut,” His voice sounded harsh, and Yuma felt his heart beating faster.
“Hey!” He pouted. Fuma laughed at his cuteness while thrusting his finger inside and prodding deeper.
Yuma was caught off guard, moaning. He felt Fuma’s fingers reach further, till he met his sensitive spot.
“Fuma!” Yuma cried, his legs thrashing everywhere. “Hold still, Yuma,” Fuma chuckled, his voice smooth and commanding. It was sexy in a way that both thrilled and frustrated Yuma.
“Easy for you to say,” Yuma shot back, breathless. “You’re not the one being—”
Fuma pressed deeper, cutting off Yuma’s words with another wave of sensation, and Yuma gasped, his body arching involuntarily. "You were saying?” Fuma teased, his eyes darkening with mischief.
As Fuma added two more fingers, Yuma couldn’t supress the loud moan that escaped his lips, the sensation overwhelming him.
“Fuma…” Yuma gasped, trying to catch his breath. “You’re really pushing my limits here.”
Fuma’s smirk widened, clearly pleased. “Good. I want to see just how much you can take.”
Yuma’s heart raced, a mix of excitement and nervousness running through him. “W-Well… don’t expect me to go easy on you either—”
“Really? Looks like someone’s not getting my mouth on him today.” Yuma knew Fuma was lying—he was a big liar.
Suddenly, Fuma hit his sweet spot, and Yuma threw his head back. “Fuma-san!!!!” Yuma shouted as he came.
Fuma’s lips curled into a smirk at Yuma’s shout, clearly enjoying the effect he had on him. “Oh? Is that all it takes to get a reaction out of you?” he teased.
Yuma panted, a mix of embarrassment and pleasure flooding through him. “You know its not that simple!”
But he knew Fuma wasn’t intrested in making it simple. He leaned in closer, Yuma could feel his breath hot against his skin. “Then let’s see just how much more it takes to push your buttons.”
He suddenly pulled out, earning a whine from Yuma. He slapped Yuma’s ass, which made Yuma mewl. "
“Hey! That wasn’t fair!” He protested, through the thrill of it made him feel alive.
Fuma chuckled, his eyes darkening. “Life isn’t fair, Yuma. Now, are you gonna be quiet, or do I need to find more ways to keep you occupied?” He started pulling his pants down.
Yuma felt a shiver run down his spine at Fuma’s words. “You think you can handle me?” He shot back, trying to mask his needy voice with some sassiness, even as he bit his lip in anticipation.
Fuma shot him a look. “I’ll make sure tonight’s a night you won’t forget.” He positioned his hardening dick near the entrance and thrusted with his strength.
“Wait—” Yuma screamed, his legs instinctively trying to close, but Fuma quickly held them back, his grip firm yet teasing.
“Not so fast,” Fuma replied, his voice low and filled with purpose. “You wanted this, remember?”
Yuma’s heart raced, a mix of thrill and fear coursing through him. “I didn’t think you’d actually—”
“Shh,” Fuma interrupted, thrusting forward with strength, filling Yuma completely. The sensation was overwhelming, and Yuma gasped, his body arching in response.
“Fuma!” he cried, both exhausted and breathless. The heat pooled in his core, and he could feel the tension building.
Fuma leaned closer, his breath hot against Yuma’s ear. “JUst relax and let me take care of you.” he murmured, a smirk playing on hid lips as he began to fuck whatever of his cum was left inside him.
As Fuma created a rhythm, Yuma felt the pleasure build within him, his body eagerly responding to every thrust. Just when he thought he might lose himself completely, Fuma suddenly pulled out, leaving Yuma breathless and confused.
“Wait…what?” Yuma gasped, his body still quivering with need.
Fuma leaned back, a smug smile on his face. “You looked like you needed a break,” he teased, watching Yuma’s expression shift from surprise to frustration.
“Are you serious?” Yuma pouted, feeling a sense of loss wash over him. “You can’t just stop now! I’ll touch myself I swear—”
“Why not?” Fuma replied, amusement dancing in his eyes. He focused his attention on Yuma’s sensitive clit, fingers trailing lightly over the skin, teasingly close but not quite touching.
Yuma’s breath hitched, the sensation sending jolts of electricity through him. “Fuma, don’t tease me!” he whined, squirming helplessly.
Fuma chuckled, his fingers finally making contact and circling Yuma’s clit slowly. “You wanted me to take care of you, remember? Let’s see how much you can handle.”
Yuma moaned, an involuntary sound escaping him as Fuma expertly played with him, his teasing touch igniting the fire within. “Please… don’t stop,” he begged, his earlier sass replaced by desperation.
Fuma’s smirk deepened as he continued his ministrations, enjoying the way Yuma was unraveling beneath him. “That’s the idea.”
Yuma’s body arched reflexively againsr Fuma’s touch, each gentle circle of his fingers sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him. “Fuma…” he gasped, feeling the heat inside him build.
Fuma leaned in closer, his voice low and mocking. “You like that, don’t you?” He kept rubbing, drawing out moans that Yuma couldn’t hold back.
“Yes! Just like that!” Yuma breathed, desperate for more. “Please, I need… I need you.”
“Oh, you need me?” Fuma replied, smugly as he continued his teasing. “What do you need?”
Yuma shot him a playful glare. “Y-You know what I mean! Just don’t stop… I can’t take much more of this!”
Fuma snickered, fingers picking up speed. “Alright, but you have to keep that pretty mouth quiet for me.”
“N-Not a chance!” Yuma exclaimed, struggling to keep his composure as Fuma’s fingers worked their magic.
“Just let go, Yuma,” Fuma encouraged, his voice smooth. “I want to see how far you can go.”
With that, Yuma felt himself nearing the brink, every sensation overwhelming him. “Fuma!!!” he cried out as the wave of pleasure crashed over him.
Just as Yuma was about to say more, Fuma’s fingers resumed their teasing, and Yuma gasped, the pleasure rising again.
“Wait—Fuma!” he protested half-heartedly, caught between wanting to stop and craving more.
“Just a little longer,” Fuma replied, a playful shine in his eyes, clearly enjoying Yuma’s reaction.
But before Yuma could respond, the door swung open. Jo stepped in, a towel draped over his shoulder, completely oblivious to the scene unfolding in front of him.
“Hey, guys! You wouldn’t believe the—” Jo’s eyes widened as he took in the sight, his words trailing off.
Yuma froze, mortified, while Fuma remained unfazed, a smirk still on his face. “Need something, Jo?”
Jo blinked, a mix of surprise and amusement on his—now red—face. “Uh, I just came to grab my drink… but it looks like I interrupted something.”
“Yeah, you think?” Yuma shot back, still flustered, but there was a hint of laughter in his voice.
Fuma chuckled, not backing down. “Well, where is it?”
“J-Just by the desk…” Fuma reached to grab it, still rubbing Yuma’s clit slowly.
Yuma rolled his eyes, trying to regain his composure. “Here you go, hope you enjoyed the show!” Fuma teased.
Jo’s voice cracked, “T-Thanks! Sorry Yuma—”
“Get out.” Yuma groaned.
“Okay!”
As the door closed, Yuma turned to Fuma, half-annoyed and half-amused. “Can you believe that?”
Fuma shrugged, a glint of mischief still in his eyes. “It’s all part of the fun.”
Yuma smirked, feeling that familiar thrill return. “Alright, then—”
“One more orgasm from you and we’re done, Okay?” Fuma said abruptly.
Yuma let out a small whine, “Fine, just continue..” The mix of frustration and eagerness stirred within him, and he could feel the tension coiling tighter.
Fuma smirked, clearly enjoying Yuma’s reaction. “Good. Just let go and focus on what you’re feeling,” he encouraged, his voice smooth and low.
As Fuma resumed his ministrations, Yuma felt the heat building once more, each stroke pushing him closer to the edge. “You’re really pushing me to my limits, you know,” Yuma managed to say, half-teasing, half-pleading.
“Isn’t that the point?” Fuma replied, his fingers working deftly, knowing exactly how to draw out every responsive gasp from Yuma.
“One more, Yuma. I’m right here with you.”
Yuma’s heart raced, a mixture of anticipation and excitement flooding through him. “Okay… just—”
But before he could finish, another wave of sensation hit him, pulling him closer to that edge again. “Fuma…” he gasped, surrendering to the pleasure.
As Fuma, unexpectedly, pressed on Yuma’s clit, a loud moan escaped his lips, and his body convulsed from the sudden wave of pleasure. The sensation overwhelmed him, and Yuma felt his mind go blank, the world narrowing down to just Fuma and him.
As Yuma’s body finally relaxed, he fell back, panting heavily, heart racing. Fuma quickly withdrew his fingers, letting Yuma catch his breath. He watched with a mix of satisfaction and affection as Yuma’s expression shifted from immense joy to a soft vulnerability.
“That was… intense,” Yuma murmured, still feeling the aftershocks of pleasure running through him.
Fuma shifted closer, brushing a strand of hair from Yuma’s forehead. “You did great,” he said, his voice gentle and reassuring. “Are you okay?”
Yuma nodded, a small smile breaking through his afterglow. “Yeah, just… wow.” He took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of Fuma beside him. “I didn’t know I could feel that much.”
Fuma chuckled softly, the teasing glint in his eyes replaced by a softer warmth. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He wrapped an arm around Yuma, pulling him into a comforting embrace. “Let’s just take a moment to breathe.”
“Wait… did you use a condom?” Yuma gasped, hoping he wouldn’t get pregnant.
“Oops…” Fuma chuckled. Yuma shot back up and stared at Fuma.
“Of course I did, Yuma.” Fuma giggled.
“Fuma! Don’t play with me like that!” Yuma lay back down.
Yuma leaned into Fuma, feeling safe and cared for. “Thank you for that,” he said quietly, appreciating the intimacy shared between them.
“Anytime,” Fuma replied, pressing a gentle kiss to Yuma’s temple. “Just remember, I’m always here to take care of you.”
As the two of them sat together, Yuma felt the warmth of their connection deepen, grateful for the experience they just shared.