[Oh, he's going to be losing something here, alright.
How the hell did it even come to this? Masamune was there for the full version of each of those long stories, in a lead role, and it still makes about as much sense as... anything else in his daily life, honestly. Maybe that's why it's easier to just roll with it. Or maybe it's because some part of him is convinced this is all one big weird but incredibly sexy dream.
Yukimura's weight against him sure feels convincing enough, and- so does the tightening and sudden release of his belt being snapped right in half. Karma finally caught up with him over that panty thing, not that his present self knows a damn thing about it. He hisses a half-hearted 'oi!' in protest, but honestly? That is equal parts terrifying and super hot. he's at that tender age where the line's blurred anyway. He wonders if the Yukimura he knows, younger and more likely to wear shirts, would be able to do something like that.
Of course he's had his fair share of fantasies about similar situations. He's always gotten worked up in every conceivable way just by getting in the radius of that passionate tiger spirit. And the energy radiating off this bigger version is the tiger fully unleashed, and it's got Masamune in such a tizzy that he doesn't even care that they're about to fuck in the middle of Denny's. He needs his own spirit to surge just as brightly as Yukimura's, and he needs to satisfy all these wacky teenage hormones, and where the hell else are they even going to get the chance?!]
Forget about the damn clothes. Just- touch me more, it feels great...
[He considers asking what he should do in return, but that would be like flat-out admitting he has no idea what he's doing and that Yukimura's on a whole different level! Forget it! Maybe it'll be fine if he grinds his ass against Yukimura's hips for now.]
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How the hell did it even come to this? Masamune was there for the full version of each of those long stories, in a lead role, and it still makes about as much sense as... anything else in his daily life, honestly. Maybe that's why it's easier to just roll with it. Or maybe it's because some part of him is convinced this is all one big weird but incredibly sexy dream.
Yukimura's weight against him sure feels convincing enough, and- so does the tightening and sudden release of his belt being snapped right in half. Karma finally caught up with him over that panty thing, not that his present self knows a damn thing about it. He hisses a half-hearted 'oi!' in protest, but honestly? That is equal parts terrifying and super hot.
he's at that tender age where the line's blurred anyway.He wonders if the Yukimura he knows, younger and more likely to wear shirts, would be able to do something like that.Of course he's had his fair share of fantasies about similar situations. He's always gotten worked up in every conceivable way just by getting in the radius of that passionate tiger spirit. And the energy radiating off this bigger version is the tiger fully unleashed, and it's got Masamune in such a tizzy that he doesn't even care that they're about to fuck in the middle of Denny's. He needs his own spirit to surge just as brightly as Yukimura's, and he needs to satisfy all these wacky teenage hormones, and where the hell else are they even going to get the chance?!]
Forget about the damn clothes. Just- touch me more, it feels great...
[He considers asking what he should do in return, but that would be like flat-out admitting he has no idea what he's doing and that Yukimura's on a whole different level! Forget it! Maybe it'll be fine if he grinds his ass against Yukimura's hips for now.]