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Shin was sitting on the leather couch of Hiyori’s dimly lit living room. Shin twiddled his thumbs restlessly as his leg rapidly bounced up and down. Shin felt nauseous as he anticipated Hiyori’s return. At last, Shin’s anxiety was assuaged, replaced by relief when he saw Hiyori enter through the doorway. Hiyori strode into the room with a gleeful expression, a smile that both frightened and somewhat enticed Shin. Shin gazed upward at Hiyori as the latter approached the former. Hiyori’s hand gripped onto the handle of a beer case. Hiyori’s grip was firm, for Shin could discern his prominent veins and the sharpness of his knuckles even in this unlit room. Between the two males was a coffee table, and Hiyori set the beer case down on top of it.
Hiyori tilted his as he spoke: “Ready for your first drink, Shiiiin?” Hiyori chuckled. His tone was ominously eerie. The innocuous nature of Hiyori’s demeanor never failed to elicit paranoia within Shin.
“Y-yeah, I guess…” Shin muttered softly. “Are you sure you won’t get arrested for this? I’m underage…”
“I purchased it, not you, Shin. Sixteen-year-olds drink all the time anyway, and most never get caught,” Hiyori reassured casually.
“You’ll be here for me if…if I blackout, right?” Shin’s voice quivered as he expressed his fear.
“Of course, Shin. I’ll always take care of you,” Hiyori assured Shin, “I’m your trusted adult,” Hiyori humorously emphasized. He giggled as Shin seemed to grow calmer. Hiyori ambled toward the couch, and he languidly allowed his body to flop down onto the leather cushions. Shin’s body jolted when he felt the impact of Hiyori’s much greater weight. Hiyori stretched his wingspan, and his left arm rested on Shin’s upper arm, encircling Shin’s shoulder and decreasing their proximity. He turned only his visage to face Shin, and he inched closer, a closeness that seeped with libidinousness. Hiyori leaned in. His nose was almost touching Shin’s. The latter’s face reddened as his breath seemed to halt after a final sigh. Their gazes locked—Hiyori’s gaze was eager with a malice unbeknownst to Shin, while Shin’s was wide with uncertainty. “Let’s begin…” Hiyori murmured. Shin gulped, nodding his head slowly. “Good boy.”
Hiyori pulled away from Shin instantly, too quickly for Shin’s flustered brain to properly process. Hiyori practically pounced onto the beer case with chaotic glee. His fingers worked to tear the case to shreds, rendering the beer easily accessible for the feeble Shin and the scheming Hiyori. Once Hiyori deemed the case accessible, he grinned before facing Shin with his head. He gestured to the case.
“Youngest goes first. This’ll be your first time after all…” Shin silently concurred with Hiyori’s logical command. Shin inhaled deeply, hoping to calm his nerves. Then, he hesitantly reached for a bottle of beer with a shaking hand. Shin’s frail, lithe fingers curled around the neck of the bottle. He brought the beer closer to him. He placed the palm of his hand over the cap, pressing it down and attempting to grip onto with all of his might. He twisted his hand left, but the cap did not budge. Again and again, Shin attempted to open the bottle. God, he was pathetic… Hiyori began to laugh uncontrollably.
“Need some help, Shin?” Shin sighed. Being so weak made him feel horrible about himself. His lack of physical strength and poor physique often rendered him dependent on Hiyori’s guidance and services. With reluctance, Shin handed the bottle to Hiyori. Within seconds, Hiyori twisted the cap off, and he returned the bottle to Shin. “Drink up, Shiiin!” Hiyori encouraged him with an endearing smile. Shin raised the bottle to his mouth, and he proceeded to tilt his head backward as he took a large sip. The flavor was quite bitter to Shin; it made his stomach churn, but Hiyori was watching him, and he would hate to disappoint his only source of solace in this life. Ergo, Shin continued to gulp down the beer regardless of how it pained his stomach.
The time began to blur as Hiyori encouraged Shin to drink more and more. Glass bottle after glass bottle became empty of the alcoholic liquid. The bottles piled up on the floor, between them on the cushions, and on the coffee table. Shin’s vision began to blur as he became disoriented. The intoxication was hindering his mind from forming any coherent thoughts. Shin continued to gulp down more and more of the beer until he began to cough. His face was flushed, for he was absolutely plastered. This is what Hiyori wanted.
“You did so well, Shin…” Hiyori murmured. He placed his hand on Shin’s clothed yet pliant thigh as he leaned closer to Shin. Shin could not muster a reaction due to his inebriated state. Perfect, is what Hiyori thought. “You’re so cute, Shin…” Hiyori’s mouth was almost against Shin’s neck. The warmth of Hiyori’s breath sent a wave of discomfort and arousal throughout his body. Hiyori’s hand gradually trailed higher until it rested on Shin’s covered crotch. “I want you so badly…” Hiyori captured Shin’s agape lips in a sensual kiss. Shin lethargically closed his eyes, acquiescing to Hiyori’s advance. Hiyori wrapped his arms around Shin’s waist as he intensified the fervor of the kiss. Sloppily, he smothered Shin’s lips with his passion. Soon, his tongue entered Shin’s wet orifice. His tongue explored the inside of Shin’s mouth; it was almost long and wild enough to trigger the uvula’s gag reflex. Shin’s tongue moved slightly, but Shin was practically zombified when he was this drunk.
“Mm…” Shin faintly whined—that was the sole way his body could respond. Hiyori’s erection pressed against Shin’s thigh; his bulge was a harbinger of impending coitus.
“Mm, you want me too, Shin…” Hiyori broke the kiss, saliva hanging between them. His hand trailed down to Shin’s fly. In moments, Hiyori had unzipped it. His hand slipped beneath the waistband of Shin’s boxers. The warmth of Shin’s vulva only further excited Hiyori. Hiyori slid his index finger into Shin’s entrance. Slowly, he fingered Shin’s tight, virgin hole. Shin mewled and gasped softly at the foreign sensation. Once Hiyori had coaxed Shin to wetness, he slid his middle finger inside as well. His fingers pumped in and out of Shin at a steady and pleasurable pace. Shin’s breath quickened as the sensations consumed his drunken, empty mind. Shin’s blush deepened as Hiyori’s ministrations added bliss to his daze. Shin eyes shut, disassociating for a moment.
When Shin’s consciousness was somewhat regained, he felt Hiyori’s erection thrusting deep inside of him. Hiyori loomed over Shin. He had pinned Shin to the couch, and he was panting wildly as he vigorously stole Shin’s virginity. The coital penetration elicited intermittent moans from Shin as a warmth pooled in his stomach. Hiyori gasped and groaned as he fucked Shin with brutal, lecherous passion. Hiyori’s thrusts became more hasty as he approached his climax.
“Ahh, Shin…you feel so good,” he whimpered. After a few more thrusts, he ejaculated inside of Shin's vulva. Shin whined as he felt himself being filled with semen. Shin panted, blushing furiously as he lay there with closed eyes and somnolence. Hiyori slowly removed his flaccid member; his fluid seeped out of Shin’s entrance. Hiyori admired the scene. “I think you’ll have to stay the night, Shin…”