There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

"Nggh--"

Ron gritted his teeth and clawed the berserker back. This is ridiculous--this is ridiculous! He would have screamed had he enough strength and air. Or if anything could come out of his mouth that wasn’t a moan.

All just from mere fingers. Fingers! Granted, there were four of them, but still...it should still be smaller than the real thing.

Ugh...Ron secretly regretted that he had never gone all the way before, because then it might not have been this overwhelming. It wasn’t hurt, really--a bit of sting every time a new finger came inside, but even that was quickly buried by the continuous pressure in his lower back.

"When...until when will you do--ahh!--that...?"

"Until you’re loose enough, obviously," Agni replied with a teasing tone, but he was serious. This was why he asked about Ron’s experience at the start. "Are you trying to get yourself hurt?"

"B-but..." Ron breathed heavily on the berserker’s neck. "I feel like...I’m going to c-cum..."

Agni raised his brow. "Already?"

What do you mean already?! How long had it been since this uncle worked on Ron’s ass? It was bearable at two, but when the other hand joined in the work, the pressure built so much that he wasn’t sure whether it felt good or bad. It even started to feel numb, and...it sure felt weird. And it was weird because he didn’t feel weird when he did it with his own fingers or a toy.

Was it that different being touched by someone you desire?

Ron growled and bit into the berserker’s shoulder in annoyance, and Agni chuckled before turning Ron’s world upside-down. Heaving, the scout stared at the ceiling with widened eyes, both feeling relief and ticklish from the loss of sensation inside his probed ass.