Yuki lay on his back, his breath catching in his throat as the cool air brushed over his bare skin. The blankets were pushed aside, the dim light of the room casting soft shadows across his pale thighs. Shin hovered beside him, warm fingers gliding over his inner thigh, voice low and gentle.
"Relax, Kiddo..." Shin whispered, lips brushing against Yuki's flushed ear. "I'm going to make you feel good. Just trust me, okay?"
Yuki's legs twitched slightly, and he let out a half-growl, half-whimper. "D-Don't call me that now, b-baka..."
But his voice trembled too much to sound convincing. His heart pounded in his chest like a drum—he had no idea his body could feel like this, warm and shaky and hungry and scared all at once.
Shin's hand moved with calm, practiced care, coating his fingers with clear, slick lubricant before gently tracing Yuki's entrance. He watched every flutter of Yuki's eyelashes, every twitch of his thighs.
"Cold…!" Yuki gasped softly, squirming, his hips jerking slightly away.
"I know," Shin murmured, stroking his thigh reassuringly with his other hand. "Just breathe. I'll go slow."
Yuki shut his eyes, trying to focus on breathing like Shin said. But everything felt foreign. Strange. So different from the clumsy touches he'd given himself in secret under the covers. This wasn't like that. This was real. And it was Shin.
Shin pressed a slick finger in gently, circling, teasing the rim without pushing too deep.
"You're doing good already," he said, voice like velvet. "Your body's not used to this yet… but I promise, I'll teach it."
Yuki's brows furrowed, his breath shaky. "Feels… weird… nnn…"
"Yeah," Shin agreed, easing a bit deeper. "It's supposed to. First time's always different. Just let yourself feel. You don't have to be tough with me."
Yuki whimpered as Shin's finger sank in fully. It burned a little. Not pain, exactly, but a pressure that was thick and hot and strange. He twisted the sheets in his fists.
"Ah—t-too deep—!" he cried, face red.
"Shhh…" Shin cooed, lips pressing to his temple. "I've got you, Yuki. You're opening up fast. You're so sensitive."
Yuki's legs twitched again. "Shut up… d-don't say it like that…"
"But it's true," Shin teased gently, adding another finger, the slick sounds soft and wet. "You're so tight. No one's ever touched you like this, have they?"
"N-No… o-only me…" Yuki admitted, his voice cracking. "B-but this… doesn't feel like when I d-do it…"
Shin smiled against his cheek, moving his fingers in slow scissoring motions. "Of course not. That's just touching. This… this is being taken."
Yuki gasped again, a shiver wracking his frame. His back arched slightly off the bed.
"Shin…!"
Shin slid his fingers out slowly, replacing them with the warmth of his palm resting against Yuki's thigh. He took the bottle of lube again, slicking himself thoroughly, and leaned over Yuki—his thick length heavy against the boy's thigh.
"Tell me if it's too much," he said, voice soft and low. "But I promise… you'll be okay."
Yuki didn't answer—his voice was lost somewhere in his throat. But he nodded, barely, biting his lip so hard it trembled.
Shin lined up, rubbing the head against Yuki's entrance, watching how the boy's body tensed and quivered with every touch. Slowly, with infinite patience, he pushed forward, entering him inch by inch.
"Ah—! Aghh…!" Yuki cried out, his back arching.
Shin paused, pressing kisses to his neck. "Breathe, Yuki. You're doing good. Just a little more…"
Yuki's eyes were squeezed shut, mouth open in a shaky gasp. It felt like too much. He could feel every thick inch stretching him, filling places he didn't know existed.
"G-Gods…! I-It's—too big…" he sobbed softly.
"Your body will take it," Shin said gently, kissing him. "Just a little more… there we go…"
He slid in the rest of the way, his hips finally flush against Yuki's thighs. Yuki's whole body trembled beneath him, his fingers grabbing blindly at the sheets.
"I-I c-can't… it's too… ahh…!"
Shin just held him, not moving yet. Letting Yuki adjust, feel, breathe.
"You okay?" Shin whispered.
Yuki's voice was barely a squeak. "I-I don't know… It feels… full… but… not bad…"
Shin chuckled, brushing sweaty bangs from Yuki's forehead. "That's normal. It'll feel even better soon."
Then he began to move—slow, smooth thrusts, careful not to push too hard too soon. But even that made Yuki moan, the sound high and helpless.
"Shin—ahh…! D-Don't… ngh—s-so slow…"
"But you said it hurt," Shin teased.
"I-I d-didn't mean—agh… n-not like that…!"
Shin chuckled again, hips rolling deeper, now watching for that perfect spot. And when he found it—
"Aaah!!" Yuki cried out, stars bursting behind his eyes. "W-What was—?! What did you—?!"
"There it is," Shin whispered, grin wicked now. "Told you I'd teach you."
He began to thrust more firmly now, every movement grazing that sensitive place. Yuki writhed beneath him, his voice breaking with every moan.
"I-I'm cumming—! Again—ahh!!"
Shin felt it—Yuki's body clenching hard around him, the boy's back arching high, his own length twitching as he came between them.
But Shin didn't stop.
Yuki gasped as he felt Shin still moving inside him. "W-Wait… I just… I-I already…!"
"I know," Shin whispered, licking at his ear. "You're going to do it again. And again. Until I'm ready…"
"N-No way—! I c-can't—!"
But his body was already responding, more sensitive now, twitching with every slow thrust.
The second climax came faster. Then the third. Yuki moaned, sobbed, twisted and clutched at Shin's shoulders like he was falling apart.
"Ahhh! Shin… I-I'm cumming again—!"
"Yeah you are," Shin murmured. "You're so sensitive… you're made for this."
Yuki cried out again, his face soaked with sweat and flushed bright pink. The sheets were damp with his release, and he had no idea how he still had strength left—but Shin kept going.
The sixth climax left him limp, his body quivering. The seventh had him shaking, tears forming in his eyes.
"S-Shin… p-please…" he whimpered. "I-I can't… m-my legs… they're…"
Shin kissed him softly. "You're amazing, Yuki. Your body's begging for me… I haven't even finished once yet."
"W-What?!" Yuki gasped. "N-Not even once—?!"
"I told you…" Shin smiled, thrusting a little harder now. "It takes a lot to make me cum. But you're getting me close."
Yuki sobbed into his shoulder as his eighth orgasm tore through him, almost painful now from sensitivity.
"Ngh—Shin…! Do I feel… d-do I feel better than Ai?" he suddenly asked, voice small, trembling.
Shin paused just for a moment, breathing hard. Then he smiled.
"You feel different," he said softly, brushing a kiss to Yuki's cheek. "Ai's a girl. You're a boy. Of course it's different."
"…So which feels better…?" Yuki asked, voice weak and desperate.
"Both," Shin said honestly. "Ai is soft and warm and wet. But you—" he kissed Yuki deeply, "—you're tight and hot and trembling and clenching like crazy. I love how both of you feel."
Yuki trembled at those words, his ninth orgasm already starting to build.
"I-Idiot… y-you're so unfair…" he moaned. "D-Don't say things like that…"
Then finally—finally—when Yuki's body was completely exhausted, after his tenth climax had left him limp and nearly crying, Shin groaned deeply.
"Yuki… ngh… I'm close…"
Yuki's eyes fluttered open. "Y-You're gonna… inside me…?"
Shin nodded, breathing hard. "You sure you want it?"
Yuki, too tired to fake his usual tsundere act, just whispered: "Yes… please…"
With a low groan, Shin buried himself deep, finally letting go.
He came hard, flooding Yuki with thick, pulsing warmth. Yuki felt every wave of it, his whole body twitching as Shin collapsed against him, both of them drenched in sweat and breathless.
For a long moment, they said nothing—just panting, touching, existing.
Then Yuki whispered weakly, "Shin… I-I can't feel my legs…"
Shin laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his temple.
"That's normal, too, Kiddo."
"B-Baka…"
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END OF CHAPTER : 153 : DO I FEEL GOOD... LIKE AI?
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