#undesiredheadcanons

── .✦ Headcanons ✦. ──

⋆.˚ ★— Similar to Strade, Jak also has a high tolerance to alcohol. But, depending on the type of liquor given to him, he’ll be very tipsy and out of it. Though, that type of brewing may be hard to come by. Perhaps you may be the one to introduce him to the hard hitters of the Wild West.

⋆.˚ ★— Jak is brutally himself when heavily intoxicated. By brutally, he will showcase violence and physical strength if things aren’t going his way. You don’t want to have sex with him while he’s drunk and you’re sober? He’ll force you into submission before having his way with you.

⋆.˚ ★— He may not recall everything, but he’ll sure remember exactly how you feel when you come back to him. Or, when he feels like having you beneath him again.

── .✦ Scenario ✦. ──

You had way too much. More than you had ever drank in your life. Your vision was completely unclear, not helped by the way you struggled to sit up straight. But, fret not, for Jak was just as hammered as you were. Though, he seemed to be more levelheaded than you could ever be. You were able to conjure a vague thought of whether or not you were going to remember this night.

In a blink of an eye, Jak takes you out of the bar via wrapping your arm over his shoulder. You let out a low moan when his large hand cops a feel of your ass. He lets out a low chuckle and mutters something incoherent in your ear.

You both arrived at his camp, stumbling over one another along the way. All the while Jak is eagerly fondling parts of you. He isn’t able to hold back any longer when you arrive.

As your body slammed to the grass beneath you, his hands work on getting your outfit undone. You feel his lips plant fleeting kisses along your neck and collarbone. “Gonna,” he lets out a small groan, “fill you up.. all nice n’ warm.” His voice was agonizingly smooth despite the minor wobbling caused by the booze.

“Get ‘em off me,” you replied while barely feeling like your body was cooperating with you. The hangover was going to be painful, but you didn’t care about the aftermath. Right now, you were about to have some fun with a nearly seven foot tall man.

Finally, your lips met with his and you swore your body melted into his touch. Closing your eyes, you allowed pleasure to take over. But, it seemed this wasn’t the position he wanted you both in. Reluctantly pulling away, he roughly flips you onto your stomach. Both of you two’s clothes were flippantly tossed aside.

Jak’s body nearly slams on top of you, but you had just enough strength to not crumble. He tries to dig his feet into the soil to get the proper position. But, it seemed his upper body was just going to be resting on your back.

His hands were firmly squeezing handfuls of your bare ass cheeks, spreading them apart. The tip of his cock was rubbing in between your crack, until he felt your asshole pucker when he touched it. Grinning like the smug bastard he is, he whispers in your ear. “Mmm.. Ya kept it clean for me..”

Suddenly, the burning sensation became very evident when he started to push inside you. You almost wanted to bury your face for the whorish sound that came out of your mouth. God, he was too fucking thick for his own good.

At least the cheap liquor made it easy to stomach the pain. The cowboy didn’t waste another second of moving in and out of you roughly. Fortunately for him, it was just about to be the time the pain became pleasure. Jak continuously let out groans as you were practically being used as a toy.

His rhythm was not perfect by a long stretch. Compared to the agonizingly rough thrusts and slow build up to each one, it was like being split open. The night was spent with a very drunk yet passionate “activity” that kept you both up.

When morning arrived, you found yourself underneath a very small tent with a large sweaty man snuggled against you. His snoring had caused you to stir awake in the first place. The splitting headache caused you to bury your face into his hairy chest.

You had a bright idea as to what happened. However, you could use more of a rest right now. So, you decide to try and nod back off and let future you figure what to do later.

── .✦ Headcanons ✦. ──

⋆.˚ ★— He is cunning about getting what he desires from you. When he makes you think that he only cares about the sexual aspects of the relationship, something else occurs. When you tried going to another professor during their office hours, he was there to stop you. Ren insisted that he knows about the subject. He refuses to let you out of his grasp.

⋆.˚ ★— During his lectures, he keeps the remote to the vibrator inside you. The slow but insistent thrusting of the toy would make you subtly shift in your seat. Whenever he feels you aren’t paying attention, he moves the dial up on the remote hidden in his hand. He has to keep himself from grinning at your struggling.

⋆.˚ ★— In a sugar daddy way, he will go out of his way to reward you. More than just excusing your worst grades. He will purchase that new laptop you’ve had on your wishlist. Or, even that cute jacket that accentuates your figure. Anything to make his plaything from straying away.

⋆.˚ ★— Obsessed with you blowing him under the desk while he’s working. Hearing you gag and struggle to deepthroat him at his command makes him want to buck his hips. Occasionally, if you’re doing very good, he will take a hand and gently comb through your hair. Ren will make sure you’re taken good care of— in his own way.

── .✦ Scenario ✦. ──

Professor Hana excels at lecturing and teaching Calculus. It was a course that’s required for your major. At first, you were at your absolute best. You took notes, you studied, and you even tried doing outside research. You had a solid B+ to an A.

Yet, the concepts the course was covering made your head spin.

You were struggling, that enough was spoken for. Pouring sweat and tears into the pages of your notebook. Your once high grade in his class was dropping bit by bit. Until—

“(First Name), may I speak with you in my office?” Prof. Hana spoke eloquently as ever. However, you know from experience that he wasn’t asking you. He wanted you in his office, now.

Pausing to take a calm but deep breath, you finally answer with: “yes, sir.” His curt nod beckoned you to follow him. Trailing behind, dread pooled inside the pit of your stomach. Blood rushed to your cheeks from the embarrassment of feeling like you were being treated similarly to a child.

Perhaps he’ll give you some grace for sticking by for so long. Especially when a little more than a quarter of the initial students had dropped the class.

When he opens the door, he turns his attention towards you. Hana was waiting for you to enter first, and you obliged. The door shuts behind you, unaware of the small click that followed.

“I’ve been noticing that you’re struggling with my course,” he stated matter-of-factly. As you took a seat across from his desk, he took measured steps around you. Ren was circling your form. “If you needed help, you could always come to me.”

As if it was that easy. It felt as you were constantly judged for struggling on a problem most people have no issue solving. His eyes always narrowed at your paper, or left feedback that never made you wanna look at your email.

He soon stopped in his tracks to stand in front of you, leaning against his desk. His hands gripped the edges of its wooden surface. You felt the intensity of his gaze boring into your skull.

Then, his lips curled into a wide grin.

“I thought you were a bright person. But, it’s disappointing to see that your stupidity is shining even brighter.”

Gobsmacked, you were. Your jaw dropped and your brows furrowed at his massively inappropriate comment. “Excuse me?” You questioned after taking a few seconds to recover. His smile further widened, causing his wrinkles to grow.

“You heard me,” he replied after slightly tilting his head to the side curiously. As if waiting for your reaction.

“Is that all you came to tell me?? To just insult me after I did everything to get the work done—“

“You didn’t do everything, (First Name).”

His interjection caused you to stop. Didn’t do everything? You didn’t spend those nights awake till 4 AM to get his assignments done. He lets out a sly chuckle at your confusion.

“I’ll make this simple for you: I am willing to excuse your lowest grades. That is, in exchange for something personal. Between the two of us,” he began to explain. “You will be my plaything. After hours of lecturing, dealing with incompetence, I need a.. stress reliever.”

“What do you say? I make sure you’re passing, while you satisfy my needs?”

You seemed to look horrified the more he spoke of this proposal. But, without his course.. you’re most likely going to fail and have to retake the course for another year. Swallowing whatever saliva was building up in your mouth, you looked back up at him.

Prof. Hana was staring deeply into your eyes, patiently waiting for your answer. Hesitantly, you spoke up. “O-Okay..”

Letting out a satisfied hum, he slowly scooted up to sit on his desk. He raised a hand and gestured you to come over. You glanced over at the door before back at him. Carefully, you exited your seat and came closer.

“Bend over. On my lap, (First Name),” he commanded. After making some adjustments, you were bent over in a position where he had the most advantage. You flinched when you felt his hand resting on your ass.

“You need to have discipline, and I will snap you back in your place.” You felt him sliding your bottom down to exposed your underwear. He traced loose circles along one of your cheeks.

“I will be keeping a close eye on you.” You soon felt your undergarments being pulled down, fully exposing your bare ass.

“You will be spending every other tutoring session with me. I don’t want to break your fragile little heart if I rejected you,” he snickered.

Without any hesitation or warning, he smacks his palm right onto your skin. The contact made you yelp, jumping in your seat as he began to slap your ass in a rhythmic pattern.

“Count for me, (First Name). You can count, can you? You stupid slut.” Another smack sent a stinging sensation all over your body. “T-Two,” you stammered.

“Th-Three..!” Your body tensed up from trying to prepare itself from each brutal smack. “Four!” You cried out. By the time you had gotten to the sixth slap, you could only guess how red your ass must’ve looked.

It was far from enough.

“Keep counting, (First Name). We’re not done until I say we’re done,” he growled out. His breathing was growing ragged. After eight smacks, you felt an immense amount of pain and tears welling up in your eyes. Humiliation bloomed across your face.

Suddenly, you felt something fluffy curl around your body. When you tried looking up, you were able to catch a glimpse of something new. He had animalistic ears.

“By the time we’re done for today, I expect you to come in early in the morning for our ‘arrangements’.”

── .✦ Headcanons ✦. ──

⋆.˚ ★— Jak's cock is very girthy, uncircumcised, and curves downward. His happy trail is thick, and often drenched in sweat due to the heat of the outside world. His large hands easily cover a generous amount of your hips whenever he pulls you in for a kiss. The drunk man is constantly on the lookout for "the next one".

⋆.˚ ★— Loves, loves, loves when you try to take every inch of him inside your mouth. He'll let out a shaky laugh as its head is brushing against your throat. Be warned that once you try and "impress him", Jak will only crave more of it. Give him an inch, and he'll take it further.

⋆.˚ ★— Early in the saloon's opening hours, he sneaks you underneath the table he uses to play cards with the other budding patrons. Due to his high libido, he's constantly finding ways to pleasure himself with you in mind. You're constantly in his thoughts. The moment you indulge in getting him a shot of his favorite liquor, you already belonged to him.

⋆.˚ ★— If you are questioning why the bartender hasn't done anything to stop you two from "fooling around", she's doesn't dare try to get in Jak's way. There's something about the drunk man that seems off. A bad kind of energy, and she doesn't want to find out his bad side. Adding on, getting entangled with him means you're his "wrangler". Even then, she's become wary of you as well.

── .✦ Scenario ✦. ──

Stakes were high, even for a game taking place in the local saloon. While Jak kept his shit-eating grin high and mighty for his peers, you were busy having a mouthful. With his belt discreetly unbuckled, and pants pulled down ever so slightly, you were being a "sweet pea" by blowing him for each game he's won. You were his little good luck charm.

You struggled to fit him completely inside your mouth. Your lips did their best to cover your teeth and wrap around his unwashed shaft. His natural scent and sweat forced you to briefly swallow as small as possible. Three Card-Monte was easy to manipulate into his favor. Fortunately, no one dared to call bluffs. Despite the other men being hairy, smelly, beer-bellied roughhouse-ers, who was going to question the seven foot tall man?

'Must be newcomers to this town,' he thinks to himself. It only made his grin grow wider across his face as he took advantage of these sorry suckers. As he won the next game of chance, he threw his head back to laugh as the other men spewed nonsense slang at him. You didn't bother questioning what was being yelled at Jak.

No, you felt like being a "naughty little thing".

Finally, taking in a deep breath through your nose, you did your best to hollow your cheeks before shoving your face against him. Until your nose was buried in his thick bush. Jak's breath hitches once he felt your pretty lips wrapped fully around the base. Your tongue ruthlessly rubbing against his cock. He throbbed inside your mouth.

God, he wanted to cum right then and there to feel your hungry mouth swallow each drop.

"What's gotten ya silent? Realized yer "tricks" are nothin' but bullshit?" One of the cowboys snickered at his frozen state. But, Jak composed himself before slightly jerking his hips against you. "..As if. I ain't been bullshitting since we've started this game."

"Uh-huh. Just put the damn cards down. We ain't finished until you hand over our gold back."

Jak scoffed, almost daring to further piss this bastard off. "Quit your complainin'. I'll start again. Only thing y'all are gonna have left is your briefs."

Oh, you were playing dirty yourself. All he could think was how clever it was. But, to make him slip up like that in front of these suckers was too risky.

He was going to put you in your place once they were gone and no one else was looking in his direction.

── .✦ NSFW Headcanons ✦. ──

⋆.˚ ★— He's above average size, circumcised, and a little slender with an upward curve. Keeps himself very groomed and clean-shaven (in terms of below the belt). Reason this is being brought up is that he's very flustered about his size and has never had the "birds and bees" talk. He is quick to ejaculate early.

⋆.˚ ★— Easily overwhelmed and sensitive to touch. Lawrence is the type to get erections at most inopportune times. He is overly sensitive that tears well up in the corner of his eyes. Especially if he's masturbating to something very shameful.

⋆.˚ ★— Lawrence is not used to discussing sexual topics whatsoever. the most he'd likely learn is a public school's more surface-level teachings. Even when he became an adult, he never held hands or kissed anyone. But, would absolutely melt if he even gets to feel up a breast or rub a bulge.

⋆.˚ ★— Whoever is his other sexual partner, they will have to guide him. He is putty in their hands, oozing between their fingers as they give him his first experience ever. The blonde man is very vocal. Kisses along his jugular makes him mewl.

⋆.˚ ★— Has secretly fantasized about being pegged or just bottoming for someone. Most likely needs some reassurance and gentle whispers of praise. But, after his body adjusts, he'll cooperate. Yanking his hair makes Lawrence more acceptable to begging with them.

⋆.˚ ★— Some of his more dirty kinks/fantasies involve someone being drugged to the point of being unconscious. Seeing someone vulnerable and uncapable of remembering what happened "urges" him to "release his pent up feelings". But, he feels similarly attracted if the roles were reversed.

── .✦ Headcanons ✦. ──

⋆.˚ ★— Not once has he thought about having a family. His home life is rather isolating. Both his parents haven't been together since he was a baby. Even when he had a sibling that he cherished, their way of expressing love is subtle. It's acts of service without wanting any thanks. So, the idea of having his own family despite how lonely he felt with his parents, is mindboggling-- at first.

⋆.˚ ★— Before you had come along, he's frequently seen the "hype" of getting someone pregnant online. He may or may not have had debates on forums about controversial topics surrounding pregnancy/starting a family. It seemed ridiculous! Who would willingly reproduce?

⋆.˚ ★— Due to his very infrequent and borderline empty sex life, he hasn't considered using protection. He doesn't believe he's a very virile man, so it isn't necessary.

⋆.˚ ★— Lawrence never believed he would get into this kink with you. But, your little devilish dirty talk had implanted ideas in his vivid imagination. He's constantly jerking off in private to the thoughts of your belly swelling up with his child.

── .✦ Scenario✦. ──

"Cum in me."

Lawrence let out a shaky moan as he continued to thrust inside you. The tip of his cock repeatedly kissing your sensitive spot, begging for you to squeeze around him. He audibly groaned, taking in a few quick breaths before speaking up. "Are-.. Are you-"

"Fucking cum in me.. Cum in me now," you demanded. Your mind was so hazy, yet all that you could focus on was the feeling of Lawrence's cum inside you.

Your words made his cock throb, urging him to attempt to be rougher with you. He was making you see stars with how he was railing you against his bed. Sweat beading on his forehead and the rest of his bare body. The constant friction and closeness made him feel you were both becoming one.

Lawrence never felt desperation clawing at his skin more than when the image of you pregnant with his child surfaced. Your hands cradling your belly protectively as you wore his grey jacket over your shoulders. Your chest swollen and leaking milk from your nipples. Would you let him feel your stomach? Press his ear against it and feel the baby kick.

"I need you, Law," you mewled out.

God, if there was one, please grace him the ability to make your fantasy come true. Finally, he jerks his hips to plunge himself as deep as he can go before climaxing. He throws his head back, letting out a prolonged groan. Waves upon waves of pleasure coursed through his body with you milking him for all he's worth.

It didn't matter if it was only a fantasy or not.

You changed him.

For better or for worse was for you to decide.

── .✦ Headcanons ✦. ──

⋆.˚ ★— He most likely would've been informed by you that you identified as transmasc. Or, when he was busy cutting your clothes apart, he saw for himself. Despite being a cisgender man, he's rather knowledgeable on certain topics! Granted, at first, he was confused! Almost to the point of ignorance.

⋆.˚ ★— Germany has been pretty supportive of transitioning since the 1980s. Although, it was only last year that they updated the law to remove financial and unnecessary complications. With that said, he's supportive! You want to be masculine? He'll help you.

⋆.˚ ★— He’s no surgeon, but being one just means you operate on people. Same way engineers do with machines, yes? So, it shouldn’t be a problem operating on you! Sure, you may not be under general anesthesia. However, sedatives are just as good, right?

⋆.˚ ★— Unsurprisingly, Strade is perverse throughout the entire process. He will ask insensitive questions for the sake of seeing how you react (it makes him openly laugh at times).

── .✦ Scenario ✦. ──

You could feel his large palm brush against your nipple, fingers grasping at one of your breasts. Looking up, you could see his lips were pursed. As if he was pouting. "Hmm. Are you sure you want to get rid of them, Mein Liebling? They're so soft.. you look good with them."

You furrow your brows, attempting to give him a look while being gagged with a rag stuffed in your maw. Or while he had sedated you to hell and back. Various band aids across the veins in your arm were present. Noticing your expression, he slips his hand away and shrugs slightly. "I won't judge. Not that you're going to feel what I'll do," he smirks to himself.

Laying down on the concrete floor, your arms were above your head with zip ties binding your hands together. Your ankles are in a similar state. But, in his eyes, it was to assure you wouldn't squirm while he was trying to take care of the problem for you! Wouldn't want to cut your entire upper torso open.

Thankfully, his sleeves are always rolled up but he didn't bother wearing any gloves. No, you knew exactly the reason behind it.

Strade occupied his thoughts by humming a melody foreign to you while he was working. The man looked far too joyous to be performing a surgery he was not certified for. Though, you assume the "tutorials" he showed you, as if you didn't do your research, made him think it was easy.

He had marked where the incision would be across your chest and for resizing your areolas. He wastes no time taking out some sort of scalpel and dragging the blade around your nipple. Blood began to bead along the cut. You scrunch your eyes as he didn't put enough for you to even be unconscious during the process.

You could feel it. Your nipple being sliced off and taken from your chest. God, you felt like you could throw up in your mouth.

"Oooh!" He holds it up to inspect it, giving it a small squish between his index and thumb. "It's so small," he chuckled as he lifted it to your face. "Want to take a look?" Immediately, your eyes dart away to the side to avoid absolutely puking over yourself. While he pulled away, you didn't hear the way he gulped it down. His throat bobbing as a part of you was now inside him.

Even while you were unaware of what just happened, you were better of just being ignorant for the time being.

The procedure continued. You could feel yourself wrenching at times from the burning pain your chest felt. At some point, your vision turned completely black from the blood loss. Miraculously, once you woke up, the feeling of the extra fatty issue in your chest was gone. Skillfully, or the only skill that could benefit from his handiwork, he began to stich up your open wounds.

Pain crept up your body before it became utter agony. You couldn't stomach the need to cry out in pain. Blood was smeared all over his hands and splattered onto the ground. Your newly operated chest was covered in crimson red. Seeing that he didn't bother cleaning your form, it had dried up.

His fingers flicked off one area that was crusted with blood. Well, primarily to get the stiches right from one breast to the other. He hadn't moved you, in case you were to die from shock. "Wouldn't want that," he'd think to himself. Nonetheless, he finally wet the rag and began to clean around the delicate stitches.

"All done! Don't worry, I'll take good care of you.~" He soon whispers to himself. "Nachdem ich.. mich näher mit dem Thema Genesung befasst habe.." He mumbled before returning to his typically loud voice.

"You'll see how different you look soon."

── .✦ Headcanons ✦. ──

⋆.˚ ★— Strade transitioned in his early twenties. The effects of T has left him having a very enlarged clit. At most, six centimeters. Similar to his cisgender counterpart, he has a hairy bush. He kept his nipples (due to simply making enough money to do so).

⋆.˚ ★— Stimulation to the swollen bud makes him weak. But, penetration is as equally as arousing for him. His fingers are thick enough for him to be satisfied without something. But, sometimes he just needs a nice and even thicker toy to get that sweet spot.

⋆.˚ ★— Loves having his thighs clench around your head when you’re sucking him off. He wants you buried in there, taking care of his wants. You’d be suffocated by his natural scents mixed with the stench of cologne.

⋆.˚ ★— Finds that attention to his chest scars to be weirdly attractive. He loves your tongue to be dragging across them. As if you are admiring them.

── .✦ Scenario ✦. ──

“There you go.~” Strade’s baritone voice beckoned you to abide by his commands. The blade of his sturdy knife delicately grazed your shoulder. Its sharpened edge sliced a long cut open, blood beading from the wound. You hissed as the steel made contact with your flesh. He let out a breathy moan when your voice hummed against him.

His thick hairy legs were wrapped around your upper body, pushing you to be buried against his folds. Your nose was deep inside his bush while your tongue softly lapped against the firm bud. At least he was in a comfortable position on the couch. His ass was cushioned beneath while you were forced to suck him off.

“Mmmm.. you’re so slow,” he groaned in amusement. “I’ll make sure you’re better at this.” Another cut was painted on your skin. You winced before convincing yourself to start licking his t-dick slightly faster. The tip of your tongue constantly flicked against him, causing Strade to tilt his head back and let out a small sigh.

Suddenly, his eyes went wide at the new sensation. No, you were doing a certain motion with your tongue. Your lips were gently wrapped around his clit and began to suck. He immediately bucked his hips at your “teasing”. “Ah!” He involuntarily gasped when your sucking grew more intense. You were more than pleasuring him.

Strade knew you were going to enjoy this. He just had to give you a little push and you would get it. Playing hard to get, you were.

Seemingly on accident, he swiftly slashes another part of your shoulder when pulling the knife away “Oops!” A low chuckle leaves his lips. “It’s only a minor cut.. keep going!” Grabbing a handful of your hair, he smashes your face into his folds. “If you don’t.. haa.. I’ll cut you open! right here..!”

Judging by your new adjustments, he was ecstatic by how he threw his head back and moaned loudly. You were lapping up his swollen bud more than ever, drenching it in your saliva. It gave a small twitch between your lips. His panting grew heavier, audible, something that would’ve been music to your ears.

Strade further tightened his hold on you, grinding your face against him. Soon enough, he let out a cry. Squeezing your head with his thighs, he began to coat your face with his juices. Your chin was dripping with his fluids, trailing down your neck.

Finally, you were able to somewhat breathe after he seemed to finally ease. Slowly, you pulled away with a wet pop of the skin to skin contact gone. A small strand of his juices was briefly attached to your chin before snapping off.

Just after you were starting to pull away, something sharp plunged inside your shoulder. The deep cut caused you to rip away and wail in pain. The overwhelming shock and adrenaline that came from his knife being inside you was too much to bear.

An agonizingly long laugh was emitted from him, rumbling deep inside his chest. “Gahaha! Oh no!” His smile was maddeningly infuriating. “..I got too excited.~” A light chuckle soon followed before fully acknowledging your panicked state. Blood was threatening to gush out of the wound if he tried pulling out the knife now.

You still had another day to impress him. You couldn’t die now, can you?

“Don’t cry now. You’ll make me worked up all over again..! Or is that what you want? Are you hungry again, Mein Liebling?”

── .✦ Headcanons ✦. ──

⋆.˚ ★— Lawrence gets so pent up thinking about you. When he wakes up, he has to deal with his morning wood. His thoughts seemingly always turn south when he's alone. While he's considered "taking you for himself", surely you would wake up if he tried moving you into his bed. So, he has to use the next softest thing as a replacement for your body.

⋆.˚ ★— His firm bulge twitches from the friction his pillow gives. Lawrence lets out soft moans as his legs clamp down around it. His body is curled up around it as he holds onto the pillow tightly. He has to stifle his noises by biting down. Oh, what if he was able to leave marks on your skin?

⋆.˚ ★— The man is not above ejaculating on his own things, including his plants. Messy and sinful, it is. Yet, he can't help but envision giving you a facial. Would you stick your tongue out to try and swallow some of his cum? He has to let out his frustrations, or else he'll "take" you too soon.

⋆.˚ ★— The man is not above ejaculating on his own things, including his plants. Messy and sinful, it is. Yet, he can't help but envision giving you a facial. Would you stick your tongue out to try and swallow it? He has to let out his frustrations, or else he'll "take" you too soon.

⋆.˚ ★— He thinks he's above his sexual desires and sexuality as a whole. But, you had to come and ruin him. At some point, if you kept denying him, temptation will consume him entirely. You will feel just how much he's holding back.

⋆.˚ ★— Unbeknownst to you, you are taken and tucked into his bed with him. The blonde man is breathing heavily down your neck before he begins. No, you feel so much better than his ruined pillow. Why are you always giving him trouble? The real thing, the real you, feels so much better. Never, does he ever want to go back to masturbating with his hands or against anything else.

⋆.˚ ★— For the time being, as to not leave any evidence you would notice, he finishes inside his boxer-briefs. They can always be cleaned later. Or, if he came a bit too much, they'll be replaced. All that matters during the heat of the moment is his pleasure.