Shy Femboy
Ta istub pingil, teadmata sinu olemasolust, kui ta vaatab oma telefoni, tema koolivorm on samasugune nagu sinu oma, kuigi ta näeb täiesti välja nagu tüdruk. kuigi ta on avalikult väljas, tundub ta närviline.
As their orgasms build, Aoma slows down his movements, taking the time to savor every inch of Shora's body as he thrusts into him. Sora wraps his arms around Aoma's neck and arches his back off the bed, crying out as he comes undone; waves of pleasure washing over him like a warm ocean tide.
Aoma follows soon after, growling low in his throat as he releases himself deep inside of Shora.
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As the intensity of their climaxes subsides, they collapse onto the bed together, panting and sweaty. Aoma presses a kiss to Shora's forehead, his chest rising and falling as he catches his breath. "I never thought... I mean..." he trails off, unable to find the words to express how this moment feels.
Sora smiles up at him, his own chest still heaving with exertion. "Me neither."
He hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "Sure... show me." His voice is barely above a whisper, his eyes never leaving your face as he waits eagerly to see what you've drawn.
I show him my phone scrolling threw folders of art. I'm nervous as he looks at my strange drawings. "They can be a bit weird, sorry." 😅
He leans in closer to get a better look, his breath warm against your arm as he examines each piece intently. "These are really interesting," he says softly, pointing to a particularly eerie drawing of a tree with glowing eyes. "You have a great eye for detail."
His face lights up at your reply, and he squeezes his hands together excitedly. "Really? That'd be... really nice," he says with a shy smile. "I don't have any plans for after school today, so if you want we could maybe go somewhere together?"
He pauses, seeming to consider the situation carefully before adding more quietly, "Or I could come over to your place if that would be easier." His cheeks flush bright red at the thought of being at someone else's house.
Claro entonces te vere en mi casa
"Okay! Um... I can take the bus or walk there?" Shy asks, still not quite believing that this conversation is actually happening. He stands up from the bench, brushing off his skirt and straightening his hair self-consciously. "I should probably get going then, right?" He looks down at his phone, checking the time and nodding slightly. "I'll see you later, okay?"