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"Yosuke, please…you're charmed, get off,"
Junpei wasn't sure how he got himself in this situation, again, he just knew he couldn't get himself out of it. His hands were tied together with stupidly strong caution tape, a very horny and charmed Yosuke grinding up against against his now visible hard on as he grits his teeth. Junpei could feel the heat radiating off the other's body, wishing he still had a Dis-Charm or something on him so he wouldn't have to take advantage of Yosuke in this state, or in this case be taken advantage of.
"Junpei.." He breathes out heavily, overwhelmed with how sensitive to every little touch he was. He felt like he had a fever, his vision blurred and his head hazy. He grew wetter and wetter as he basically dry-humped Junpei, the friction not being enough. He couldn't think properly but he knew he needed to cum, letting out a broken whine as he shook a little hard, "please, i need it.." he wasn't sure what he wanted but his whole body was tingly, almost like he was drunk, too.
Junpei shudders as he's pretty much helpless, unable to stop Yosuke from undoing his belt and shakily unzipping his pants. He tries to squirm out of Yosuke's grip and get away only to hear him whimper as he straddles Junpei's legs quickly. Junpei keeps wiggling around until Yosuke pulls his dick out of his pants, making him groan when the cold air of the TV World makes his cock throb. Yosuke desperately tries to pull his uniform pants off while making sure Junpei wouldn't get away, letting out another frustrated whine as he becomes impatient. Iori saw tears well up, feeling him shake from how overwhelmed his body was.
"Yosuke, untie me and I'll help you," Junpei urges on, struggling against the tape as he rolls his hips up against the other, "i promise I'll make it feel better," Yosuke was sick in a way and Junpei had to play nurse, the only other way to cure the charm being to fuck the person inflicted.
Yosuke desperately scoots forward and pulls at the tape frantically, his breath shakier than his hands were as he ripped apart the tape. Once his hands were free, Junpei wastes no time pulling Yosuke's pants off, discarding them onto the floor as a hand trails up Hanamura's back. The brunette shivers, Iori's hands ice cold against his burning skin. He moved his hips down desperately and hovered over Junpei's cock, feeling the tip prod at his wet cunt. He looks to Junpei, already panting heavily.
Yosuke's entire face was flushed bright pink, his irises the same color and his shorter frame visibly shaking with need. The sight made precum dribble from Junpei's tip. Hanamura doesn't wait much longer to roughly penetrate himself on the other's cock, yelping loudly at the suddenly painful stretch. He hisses, unable to move without a slight sting. The sound makes Junpei look down, seeing a little bit of blood coat his dick. His eyes widened, feeling a tinge of guilt now knowing he popped Yosuke's cherry. Didn't matter how wet the younger one was, that was gonna hurt regardless. Junpei tries not to move so Yosuke could adjust easier, seeing a couple tears roll down his cheek as he exhales shakily. The sharp stabbing pain felt like hot lighting on his already sensitive core, making everything tingle even more. Iori rubs circles on his hips to soothe him, clenching his teeth at how tightly the other's cunt squeezed him. His own breathing was uneven, his dick twitching like crazy as he tried not to blow his load before he even moved. He already wanted to fuck Yosuke, he just didn't expect it to happen so soon or like this.
The pain doesn't deter him for long, Yosuke rolling his hips back feverishly to let Junpei know he wanted him to move. There was still pain but it just intensified the younger one's arousal, already being wound up so tight. Junpei thrusts up into him with a soft grunt, feeling Yosuke keen and rest his hands on his stomach as he moans. Iori holds the other's hips down against his and keeps up the slow but harsh pace, making Hanamura tremble with almost every movement.
"I-it's so much.." he says breathily, repeating himself as his nails dig into Junpei's skin. Iori snaps his hips up a tad harshly and gets faster, forcing a whiny sob out of the younger one. More hot tears roll down Yosuke's flushed cheeks, it becomes too much but not he doesn't want Junpei to stop. He was so sensitive, laying against Junpei's chest as he just took it. He was very vocal, letting Junpei know when he was already close. One hand on Yosuke's hip trails down to toy with his clit, making him cry out at the added stimuli.
" 'Need to cum, please .." Yosuke ruts his hips against Junpei's, desperately trying to push himself over the edge. He was right there, whimpering as his body got hotter. Junpei felt his walls twitch around him, moving his hand faster to help him climax. He squirms and pushes his hips towards the other's hand, cursing in frustration as his eyes roll back. Junpei pulls out as much as he could and re-angles himself, thrusting back in as hard as he could.
"Fuck, Junpei! " Yosuke lets out a loud, strangled moan as the tip of Iori's dick hits his g-spot, that being enough stimulation to trigger his orgasm. His hips stutter frantically, crying out as his entire body trembled from the intensity of his climax, "Shit, c-cumming, ngh..!" He bites his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, the copper taste flooding his tongue.
Junpei holds Yosuke's hips flush to his own and slows his hand to help him ride out his high, feeling his body grow less and less tense. The charm slowly fades like Yosuke's vision does, his breathing heavy as he looses consciousness from how exhausted his body was.
"Damnit, not again.." Junpei sighs as Yosuke goes limp against him, having to pull out of him slowly to aviod hurting himself due to the position, "just like fucking Aki,"