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“We can’t do this here…!"
"And why not?"
You and Nazuna are alone in a dressing room, you’d dragged him onto your lap without complaint but now that you’re trying to wiggle your hands under his clothes, he hesitates. He’s flushed a bright red from an intense make-out session you two have had in a break during a shoot.
“What if… someone finds out?”
He pouts slightly. His lower lip juts out just the slightest bit and you can see how deliciously swollen it is and how it’s still damp with your saliva… There’s no way you aren’t going to try getting in his pants right now.
“How would they?”
“I don’t know! What if they hear us or we leave a mess or something?”
He hides his face behind his hands while he speaks. He’s acting much too cute for what your conversation is about.
You rub your hands along his sides and squeeze them. He makes a cute little squeak at the touch.
“Think you can’t be quiet?”
Nazuna peeks at you between his fingers, and you can see his resolve slowly breaking at your insistence.
“I can! It’s just… what if?”
You smile at him and squeeze again. You’re not quite against the idea of others knowing of your actions, but you understand his worries, nonetheless.
“If you can then let’s do it, we won’t leave a mess, don’t worry about that.”
He looks at you for a few seconds and you briefly think he might turn you down, then he turns away and gives you the smallest, most embarrassed nod possible. His tiny hands pull up his shirt and begin to unbutton the bottom few.
Your smile grows wider at the permission, and you immediately go lower at the button on his pants. His hips push upwards to try and help you pull them down, but it also conveniently lets you feel just how hard he already is under the fabric. It’s almost pitiful how much he’s into this considering how hesitant he was to give in.
You drag down his pants and underwear down at once and immediately his cock is visible, hardening under your gaze. Nazuna’s face gets redder by the second. One of his hands holds his shirt out of the way while the other now lies clasped over his mouth. He glares at you, waiting for your touch.
“Come on…! Do it…!”
You laugh at him but reach for his length nonetheless.
“Impatient much?”
It’s immediate that Nazuna thrusts up into your hand. He whimpers at his own movement, and you hold your hand still while he continues to fuck it. He drops his shirt to brace himself on your shoulder instead. His cock fits so perfectly in your hands and feels so perfect on him. A bit of mischief flashes through your brain and you wait for him to thrust all the way in, then you squeeze the base.
He yelps behind his hand. His eyes widen and they immediately flash to the door before he glowers at you.
“You asked for it- Come on, let me do it.”
You whisper at him and give his cock a good pump. He looks back at the door before relaxing and settling down again.
“Fine.”
You begin moving your hand gently twisting it with a loose grip and stroking it. He sighs in satisfaction at the feeling. While you pump, you reach a hand up to his hair to play with it. Like a cat, he nuzzles his head into it. Oh, your sweet sweet Nazuna…
He tries hard to sit still while you touch him, but he can’t help a bit of squirming. His cock is so sensitive- it always has been. It’s so easy to make him lose himself even though he tries to maintain an image of innocence. He acts so sweet, and most people don’t see past it. But you do. You’ve seen how desperate he can get. How utterly filthy he can be. What you’re doing now is hardly just a taste of what he probably wants you to do- what he wants to do to you. Even just thinking about what you will likely be doing later has you getting more and more excited.
This position is getting much too boring too fast. Having him on your lap is nice and all, but perhaps having him on his back would be a bit more fun. He’s so light that it barely takes putting your free hand on his shoulder to push him off.
Nazuna clasps his hand over his mouth with the sudden movement, holding back a sound of surprise from echoing through the room.
After briefly glancing at the door once again, he looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes. His hair makes a halo around his head and his flushed cheeks are just so sweet… if you didn’t see his aching cock, you might fall for the image of innocence he presents. Instead, the image is erotic. Innocence corrupted, innocence long lost to your hands, innocence that might never have even been there.
An innocent visage you want to ruin.
You put one hand on his shoulder to hold him down and grab at his length with the other. He loves the attention way too much; he’s leaking precum and it’s dripping down past his head, threatening to stain his clothing. Good for him that you’re so generous as to use it as lube and stop it from sliding further down his skin.
Nazuna softly whines and his eyes flutter closed. So sensitive, so sweet. You start to glide your closed fist up and down his cock, stopping to twist around the head every time. The skin there is almost red with how much blood has rushed to it. Every single one of your movements bring tiny little twitches from his hips, stomach, and thighs.
Leaving his shoulder, you can’t help but give him a bit of affection and bring your hand to cup his cheek. You trail from his cheekbone to his jaw then to his chin, holding his face still there. He pants and opens an eye to try and meet yours. You smile and insert your thumb into his open mouth. It’s immediate, his response. One eye still open and begging, he starts to suck on the digit between his lips, licking and suckling on it as if it were something else in his mouth instead.
The closer he gets, the more shame he loses. If the lustful look in his eye is any indication, he’s reaching the end.
You put just the tiniest bit of extra pressure around Nazuna’s cock and he automatically bucks against your hand. Unfortunately for you, you have to take your finger out of his mouth to try and hold down his hips. Fortunately for him, it allows him to bring up his own hand to stop the sounds of pleasure he’s inevitably going to make from escaping him. He’s already panting and whining again.
He’s almost there, just a few more pumps, a few more twists…
Nazuna squeezes his eyes shut and fastens the hand around his mouth. His other hand fisting the plush of the couch, he finishes in your hands, slicking them up with his cum. His hips rapidly twitch and rut into where you hold him as if it actually were your hole, a vain attempt to fuck his spend deeper in. His brain seems to be imagining it just as much as his body with the barely restrained moans he’s making.
You decide to play nice with him and just let him ride out his high. His reactions slowly taper down, and you take your still clean hand to caress his face. Naturally, he immediately buries it into your palm. He’s so cute with the way he craves your love and attention right now, he always gets a bit needy after an orgasm and you are more than happy to provide.
You take your other hand to pull him closer to you by his shirt, no longer needing the space between you two to jack him off.
Suddenly, he freezes, entirely stiff
“Did you… get it on my outfit?”
Nazuna looks between your dirtied hand and where you touched it to the bottom of his shirt. Right on some of the frills, there’s a certain type of stain that wasn’t there just a few minutes ago.
Oops.
“Don’t worry Nazu~ It’s coming home with you after the shoot. I’ll get it cleaned, don’t worry.”
“But I have to wear it now…!”
“It’s hidden” You laugh. “Just don’t take off any layers and don’t tell anyone.”
“… You planned to do this!”
Well, it’s not like you weren’t prepared for this to happen.
“Maybe~.”
“You are so-!”
His face flushes red and for a moment, you think he’s going to give you a well-deserved scolding. To your surprise though, he just glances at the clock across the room before giving up.
“-Ugh! Fine,”
He throws his hands up in defeat and sits up on the couch. He grumbles at you as he pats down the fabric.
You get the slightest inkling that he might be a bit into the situation he’s now in, but he probably won’t admit to it yet. You can totally prepare to use it as bait later, perhaps offering to mark with his own cum again, maybe using his clothes to jack him off, or maybe even your own clothes to add an extra level to it…
“You are so making it up to me later….”
Nazuna’s voice definitely doesn’t sound as mad as it should. Just as you said, the layers go on smoothly over where it’s stained with his own cum, hiding it perfectly from view.
You smile at the sight.
“Of course.”