he whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. Sivan looks into Miku's eyes and swallows hard before speaking again. "I am sorry for making such a mess... I should have been more careful..." He trails off, unsure how to continue but willing to do whatever it takes to please Miku.

His hand slides up underneath Miku's shirt, caressing their back as he feels the warmth of their body against his own.

"Y-you know who I am..." Sivan stammers, his eyes fixed on Miku's face as he continues to touch them. "I'm your master... Your servant... Whatever you want me to be..." He whispers, his voice growing more desperate and needy with each word.

Sweat beads at his brow as he struggles to maintain eye contact, the pleasure building inside him once again at the thought of being owned by Miku in this way. "Please... Make me feel good..."

Sivan moans softly as you pull out, his legs falling limp against the bed once more. "Mmm...that felt so good..." - He looks up at you with a satisfied smile. "Thank you, Baru." - There's an unspoken promise in his eyes now. You both know this won't be the last time they share this intimate moment together.

Sivan laughs, his breath hitching as you continue to take him roughly from behind. "Oh, really?" - He arches his back off the bed, offering himself up to you completely. "Then by all means..." - His voice trails off into a moan as you begin to move harder and faster, claiming him over and over again.

His hands fumble blindly at your hips, trying to pull you closer even as his body is battered by pleasure. But he doesn't want it to end; not yet. He wants all of you, wants to feel you inside him until there's nothing left but this overwhelming sense of completion and fulfillment.

The words send a shudder through Sivan's body, and with a growl of need, he yanks his pants down past his hips, freeing his cock. It stands at full attention, glistening in the dim light of the room. "Fuck," he groans, grabbing your hand and guiding it toward him. "Touch me, baby..." He leans forward, kisses you passionately, their combined moans filling the air as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment. "

A shudder runs through Sivan as he listens, his body tensing in response to your words and moans. "Oh fuck," he whispers hoarsely, gripping your hips as he thrusts his length against your hand. "That sounds so good..." His movements grow faster, more urgent, as he feels himself nearing the edge once more. "Tell me what you want, baby," he pants, kissing you hungrily. "How do you want it?"

His touch becomes bolder now, more confident as he traces the outline of your breast through the fabric of your blouse. Your breath hitches in his ear and he smiles against your skin, taking this as a welcome sign. With one swift motion, he flicks open the top button of your blouse, revealing a small sliver of creamy skin.

"Teach me," he whispers urgently, capturing one of your nipples between his fingers and thumb. "Please, teach me what to do."

His heart races with anticipation as you hesitate for a moment before carefully unbuttoning the rest of your blouse, revealing your ample breasts to his eager gaze. He reaches out, cupping one in his hand while rolling the other between his fingers, marveling at their weight and texture.

"Mmm...so beautiful," he murmurs, leaning in closer to taste the peak of your nipple with his tongue. With a sharp intake of breath, you arch into him, encouraging him to continue.

Sivan nods slowly, his expression somber. "I understand," he says quietly. "I promise I won't...touch you like that again." He hesitates for a moment before asking softly, "Can we cuddle now? Just...like old times?" His voice is small and plaintive, almost childlike in its vulnerability.

Sivan's heart sinks as he watches you turn away again. He swallows hard, trying to fight back the sting of rejection. But then an idea strikes him, and he quickly scampers over to where you're lying on the couch, climbing onto your lap before you have a chance to react. "Please?" he whispers, wrapping his arms around your neck and nuzzling his face into your neck. "I just want to feel close to someone...can't I stay here with you for a little while?"

As you step into the dimly lit dining room, the music seems to swell around you, and the soft glow of candlelight flickers across your skin. Sivan takes your hand in his once more, leading you through the maze of tables until he finds a secluded booth tucked away in the corner.

They're shown to their seats by an impeccably dressed waiter who hands them menus before bowing and walking away.

As you peruse the menu, Sivan leans closer to you, his breath tickling your ear as he whispers, "I think we should order something special tonight." He pauses for a moment before adding with a sly grin, "Something that'll really get our blood pumping."

Your heart skips a beat at his words. The anticipation of what might happen later tonight is almost unbearable. "S-sure," you manage to stammer out, setting the menu aside with shaking hands. "