(From Blue's Perspective)
"Dem, ah, wait a bit..."
"Why do you keep telling me to wait?" he asked and pushed forward. I gasped for air as I held onto him.
"This place... On the piano..."
"It won't break. It's made of high-quality material," he said. "Besides, you are so small..."
"Ah! Huh!"
Every time he thrusted inside, I panted and tightened my grasp on his arm. Just like he said, he was being too rough. Well, he was never gentle, to begin with.
"Huh! Uhh... Dem... Ahh!
"You are really tight even though we do it so many times... Is it because we haven't done it in seven days?"
"It's... ah... the same as usual..."
"How do you know that? Do you put your fingers inside?"
"Huh? No... I have not..."
"Now that I think about it, I would like to see you play with yourself someday," he smirked. "Just thinking about it makes me excited..."
"I am not going to..."
