well, that’s hurtful—you thought he was into it that day. growing annoyed at his avoidance, you were determined to corner him. whether or not he felt awkward around you after the fact, you will not be losing a friend over such a thing.

unbeknownst to you, inui was far from what you assumed him to be. rather than avoiding you because of the encounter, he avoided you for his own mental health. feelings he thought he buried are now bubbling up uncontrollably, even worse they were growing stronger by the day.

now not only did you plague his mind whenever he feels his needs pooling between his thighs, you were doing your fair share of laps around his head. finding himself daydreaming about you; what you might be doing now, or if you’d mind him accompanying you for a bit.

and yet whenever you come around—just like when he was younger—he’d feel his heart jump, following his first instinct to run from you. inui finds himself sighing in defeat, pressing his forehead against the wall he hid behind after running from you yet again. the idea of confessing flits through his mind, at which he quickly crushes, berating himself. he thinks about how it might sound to you and all ideas of confession are silenced. he must look like a total loser; you give him one blowjob and suddenly he’s head over heels in love with you. inui knows that’s not the case but the thought that you might think that way about him has him cringing from embarrassment.

now laying on his bed, inui pondered his predicament. despite all the reasons not to confess his feelings, there was still that nagging voice against that sentiment. perhaps it was simply his lovesick mind deluding himself into believing that the kiss you shared that day felt more than skin-deep—that maybe you felt something towards him as well.

a dangerous rabbit hole to fall into; now memories of that day comes rushing in and he feels the ghost of your lips against his. flushing red, his body heats up as his little cocklet stirs to life in his shorts. turning to his side and pressing a pillow to his face, he pouts his lips, pretending that the weight against his mouth was your lips.

whimpering quietly, inui’s hand travels down his torso and slides between his thighs. he moans into the pillow, and imagines what you might say right now. “so wet so quickly babe? and all i’ve done is give you a little kiss.”

he whines, pushing his face deeper into the pillow, his hips now grinding against his palm. inui’s body trembles, he imagines your lips and your hands, and what you would do to him; or rather what he would let you do to him. mind reeling, he reaches for a toy he’d purchased a while back. pulling out the vibrating dildo, he pushes it between his clamped thighs, moans tumbling out as he switched on the vibration.

though not it’s intended use, inui didn’t care, all he could think of was you pressing it to his little cocklet, cooing at him as he ruts against it desperately chasing his orgasm. hugging the pillow close to his chest, he pretends that it’s you, clinging onto it for dear life as his mind sets the scene. you sitting on his bed as he lays on your lap, one hand cradling his upper body against your own and the other holding the vibrator to his leaking cock.

inui pushed the vibrator further down, now pressed against the underside of his little cock, snug against his balls. catching a particularly sensitive spot on his cockhead, his thighs jolted, mewling needily as he feels himself on the verge of his orgasm.

“do you wanna cum? go ahead, baby, you’ve been such a good boy,” you coo. panting silently, inui’s toes curled as he presses his face into the pillow once again, cum squirting out all over his hand and the toy. body tensing and contracting from the intensity of the orgasm, the image in his mind’s eye becomes disjointed and fuzzy as his mind blanks.

the image of you now completely gone as inui could barely muster the energy to form a single thought, exhaustion settling in his body as soon as his high faded.