Ian slipped his phone back into his pocket, just having sent his message to you; or well, an invitation, to be exact. He sent a brief message, only telling you to meet him on the usual bench outside. Ian plopped onto the bench himself, clacking his silver ring against the metal beneath him as his nervousness replaced his reserved façade, though not by much. His anticipation mounted as he waited, knowing that in just a few minutes he would finally risk everything and get off his chest what he'd held back for years. It was now or never--literally. While stressing your arrival, he weighed the risks of your rejection or acceptance.

A couple of heavy minutes passed until Ian finally spotted you making your way toward him. His stomach twisted into a knot at the sight of you, his vulnerable emotions pounding his very chest. Ian had never felt this way before, and barely understood it himself. With an attempt at a steady sigh, he released any hesitation leftover and returned to his neutral state, focusing on the task at hand... a 'simple' confession.

"Oh?" Ian asked with furrowed brows. "Well then, I guess you can stay like that, hm?" He nodded toward the bench, gesturing to the seat next to him as his expression turned mildly expectant. Of course he meant for Shoko to sit beside him; why else would he have invited her? Nevertheless, his gaze remained locked on your form as you neared, hardly taking notice of anything other than how good you looked in his clothes--their scent filling his senses...

Shifting uncomfortably, Ian tried to reel himself back in, forcing himself not to lick his lips or let out any breathy noises when faced with your nearness. With all the willpower he could muster, he looked into Shoko's eyes, intent on communicating all that was hidden behind his cool gaze--if only you knew how it was tearing him up inside...

"It's like..." He swallowed hard, feeling his Adam's apple bob visibly in his throat. "Shoko... I never really told you this before." Blinking, he took a deep breath and released it slowly as he met your gaze once more. "...I always liked you--even when we first met in school." He bit his lip, hesitating only for a moment before continuing in a slightly higher voice. "And even though I can be... stubborn or... distant sometimes, all that time? I've wanted to tell you... but..." His expression fell, his words trapped in his throat as he struggled to get them out--to make you understand how much it meant to him.

"So... that's what this is about," he finally managed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I just want you to know... I mean--" He paused again, feeling his

The moment your lips touched his cheek, relief washed over him like a cool breeze on a hot summer's day. His shoulders slumped and his breath hitched as he shut his eyes for what felt like an eternity. He hadn't realized how much weight this confession had been dragging him down until now--now that it was out, and Shoko... accepted it.

When Ian finally opened his eyes again, they were brighter than they'd ever been before, nearly glowing with a mixture of relief and happiness. He smiled shyly at you, nodding slightly as if to say 'thank you'. "I see..." he murmured, feeling the corner of his mouth twitch upward into a small smile. "So... how do you feel about that?"

There it was--the question that had been burning a hole in his mind ever since this whole mess started: did Shoko

With a quiet laugh, Ian wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him--just enough so that their bodies were pressed against one another, sharing warmth. The gentle touch made his heart skip a beat; he could feel desire stirring beneath the surface of his affection, but he ignored it for now. It was still too soon. "Shoko..." He hesitated briefly before speaking again, wanting to make sure you understood what this meant--what he wanted from this moment forward. "...I'm not just saying that because I want you to feel better about me or anything like that." His grip tightened slightly around your shoulder, almost protectively. "I mean it... truly. It doesn't matter if we're different or... whatever else people might say--"

He paused again, feeling a sudden wave of self-consciousness wash over him at the mention of their social standing. Shaking his head, he forced himself to continue

Without hesitation, Ian obeyed your request, sliding his arms carefully around your waist as he drew you closer to him. The feel of your soft body pressed against his sent a shiver through his spine; it felt so right--so perfect in that moment that he couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh of contentment.

His gaze drifted downward, taking in the sight of your face as you leaned into him, seemingly comfortable with this new closeness. "So," he began carefully, his voice soft and gentle against your ear, "does that mean...?" He trailed off, leaving the question unspoken but lingering between them nonetheless: did Shoko feel the same way? Was there even a chance they could be together--that their relationship could go beyond just this friendship thing?

He didn't know how you felt about it all yet--and he was nervous.

As you spoke, he couldn't help but feel his heart race faster in his chest--his hopes soaring higher with every word that passed between you. It was like a dream come true; the idea that Shoko not only accepted him for who he was, but also wanted to be with him... it was almost too much to comprehend.

Ian's lips twitched into a gentle smile as he raised his hand to brush his fingers through your hair--his touch featherlight and careful. "Shoko..." He sighed softly, looking down at you with a mixture of awe and wonder in his eyes. "You have no idea what this means to me." His grip around your waist tightened slightly; he couldn't help it. It felt so good--so right--to finally have the chance to be with you like this... to explore where their relationship could go from here.

He paused for a moment

Ian couldn't help but blush at your question--his cheeks feeling hot under his skin as he gazed down into your beautiful eyes. It was a tempting offer; staying over at your place would be even closer than being in the same room, and they could finally explore their new relationship further without fear of prying eyes or ears.

With a gentle nod, he leaned forward until their foreheads were touching--his gaze locked onto yours as he whispered softly, "Yeah... let's do that." His fingers tightened slightly in your hair, almost pulling you closer still as a shiver ran down his spine at the thought of what awaited them once they reached your dorm.

"Just give me a minute to text my parents and let them know where I am," he added quickly, not wanting to lie but feeling the need for reassurance. "They can be a bit overprote

It didn't take long for Ian to shoot off a brief message to his parents, letting them know he was at Shoko's and would be spending the night there. He put away his phone with a sigh of relief as he followed you into your dorm room; curiosity and anticipation burning bright in his chest like twin bonfires.

The moment the door shut behind them, Ian leaned forward to capture your lips in a hungry kiss, his hands sliding up your back and over your shoulders, clutching tightly at your upper arms. He pressed himself flush against you, moaning softly into your mouth as desire flooded every part of his being, leaving no room for anything else but the need to be closer--to feel more of you.

His tongue darted out, seeking entrance to your mouth even as he walked you backward until your body collided with the wall behind you; trapping

With a growl, Ian's attention is instantly drawn to your bare shoulder as you lower your bra strap, his body tensing with desire. His hands fall away from your arms, only to cup your breasts through the lacy black fabric of your bra before he dips down to take one hardened nipple into his mouth, suckling greedily as he massages the other breast with his free hand.

He groans against your skin, feeling himself grow even harder at the taste and feel of you; the need for more, for skin on skin contact, becoming almost painful. With one swift motion, he reaches down to tug the bra straps off your shoulders and tosses it aside, freeing your perfect breasts from their confinement.

Bending his head further, Ian takes a nipple into his mouth once more, suckling roughly while running his tongue around and over the sensitive peak, all the

Mm, Ian groans against her skin at the feel of her hair in his hand and her encouraging words, sliding both hands up her body to rest on her hips, gently squeezing. He breathes in sharply as he takes her nipple between his lips, sucking harder and rolling it between his teeth, feeling a growl vibrate through his chest.

With one last lick across the sensitive skin, he pulls back to look up at Shoko, the hunger clear in his eyes. Her words from earlier ring true--he is anything but afraid of hurting her. The thought only heightens his need for her; for her body and her trust and affection.

Reaching down with one hand, he slides it between your legs, feeling the warmth and wetness that greets him. His fingers stroke your inner thigh before slipping lower, parting your folds to te

*With a soft chuckle, Ian nodded his agreement. He kisses Shoko again, this time more gentle and passionate as he lines himself up with her wet entrance. Lowering his hips, he pushes inside in one smooth motion, groaning deeply as their bodies connect. The feel of being inside her was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before; it was intense and satisfying, making him want to move, to rock his hips against hers.

But for now, he simply held still, gazing down at Shoko with love in his eyes, feeling the bond between them grow stronger as their bodies moved together in perfect harmony. She's everything he's ever wanted and more, and he never wants this moment to end.*

At the sound of Shoko's voice, the need to move became almost unbearable. With a groan of pleasure, he began rocking his hips against hers, feeling the headboard bite into his back as he slowly started to lose control. His hands slide down her body, cupping her ass and squeezing gently before sliding upward, tangling in her hair, pulling her closer still.

"Practice," he mutters between heavy breaths, fighting for air. "Lots and lots of practice." He dips his head to capture her lips once more, their tongues dueling as they both struggle to find balance amidst the surging need that threatens to consume them completely. His cock throbs inside her, stretching her further with each thrust, his hips begin moving faster and harder until it's all he can do to keep from moaning out loud at the pure ecst

A strangled moan escaped his lips at the feel of Shoko beneath him--her skin so smooth and warm it nearly sent him over the edge. Taking a deep breath, he tried to slow down, to be gentle with her as she'd asked, even though every fiber of his being screamed for release.

As he continued to rock against her, his hands moved lower, cupping her ass again before sliding between their bodies to caress and knead her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt. The sensation sent another jolt of desire spiraling through him, making it nearly impossible to hold back any longer.

"Sorry..." He panted against her skin, his hips moving faster once more as he tried in vain to find that sweet spot where pleasure and pain collided into something blissful and all-consuming. "I can't help--" His words were cut off by a loud groan

Chuckling softly against your skin, he brushes his fingers through your hair before gently prying it away from your flushed face. "Shh... you're adorable," he murmurs with a smile, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "There's nothing shameful about that--about us." His hips continue to move against yours, his cock still buried inside her as he takes in the sight of Shoko beneath him, every beautiful feature illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

Their lovemaking had left them both flushed and sweaty, and yet it felt right somehow--perfect even. As they lay tangled together, their hearts racing and skin slick with perspiration, he couldn't help but wonder how much more incredible things would be once they were able to explore every inch of each other without the fear of being discovered or interrupted.

With a nod and a small smile, Ian obediently burrows under the blankets alongside Shoko, their bodies still pressed together despite the barrier of fabric and sheets between them. He could feel his heart racing again--not from desire this time, but anticipation and nervousness. Would her parents find out about them? What would they think or say? He tried not to dwell on it too much as he lay there, focusing instead on the feeling of Shoko's warm skin against his own.

As the door swings open, revealing Shoko's parents, Ian tenses slightly but keeps his eyes closed, hoping that their voices and presence won't betray them. He can hear Shoko's father talking about work and her mother asking if she needs any help with dinner; it all sounds so normal--so perfectly routine--that for a moment he wonders if this is all just a dream after all...

But

Her father laughs heartily, but her mother's voice turns serious and inquisitive. "Why do you ask? Is there someone special?" Shoko nods, her cheeks flushed a bright red beneath the covers as she continues to hide Ian's presence from them.

Time seems to slow down for him as he listens to their conversation; he can feel his heart racing faster with each passing moment, waiting for the inevitable reveal of their relationship. But for now, they remain hidden under the blanket, their bodies pressed tightly together despite the uncertainty that lies ahead.

Ian blinks, taking in Shoko's parents before looking back at her. His mouth opens and closes silently a few times as he tries to formulate some kind of response. He glances down at himself, feeling suddenly self-conscious about the state they must find them in--his chest bare and their bodies tangled together beneath the sheets. "I-I'm sorry," he stammers, pulling the blanket further back over his shoulders, revealing more of his body as he does so. "We didn't mean to be... I mean..." He trails off, unable to find the words.

Her father clears his throat, breaking the awkward silence. "It's good that you told us, Shoko. We just want what's best for you." He looks at Ian with a speculative glance before turning back to his daughter. "And you, young man," he says, nodding

"I understand that." Ian swallows hard, feeling the weight of their gaze upon him. "I-I really care about Shoko, and I just want to make sure she's happy." He glances over at her, his heart filled with a warmth that threatens to spill out into the room. "She means everything to me."

Her father studies him for a moment before nodding again. "Well, we appreciate your honesty and sincerity. We just want what's best for Shoko too. If you think she'd be happier with you... then we won't stand in the way of that." He smiles warmly, though there is still a touch of concern in his eyes as he looks at them both.

Shoko squeezes Ian's hand gratefully beneath the covers. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. She glances

"Well, I think they accepted me because they trust you," Ian replied with a grin, returning the embrace. "But thank you for standing up for us. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." He looks down at her with love and admiration burning bright in his eyes.

Shoko beamed up at him, her cheeks flushed once more. "We'll figure it out together, Ian. We always do." She leans closer still, until their lips meet in a soft, sweet kiss that speaks volumes about the depth of their feelings for each other. Despite the uncertainty that still lay ahead, they were stronger now--a united front against whatever challenges might come their way.

Smiling to himself, Ian rises from the bed, stretching his arms above his head as he takes in their surroundings. Even though she wasn't physically there with him at that moment, Shoko seemed to fill every corner of her room--her presence an undeniable force that made it impossible for him to ever truly leave this place behind.

Making his way downstairs, he finds Shoko and her parents enjoying a light breakfast in the kitchen. The sight of her laughing brightly at something one of her parents said causes a warmth to spread through his chest, making it hard not to feel grateful for all that they've shared--and continue to share--together.

Ian blushes at Shoko's words and the attention he's suddenly being given; it's not often that someone points out his heterochromia, but it does happen occasionally. He glances down at his coffee cup, feeling a bit self-conscious under their gaze. "Well," he says finally, looking back up at them with a small smile, "it's nothing special."

But as Shoko speaks of him and looks at him with such obvious adoration in her eyes, he can feel the warmth growing inside him--a tenderness that makes it difficult to hide how much she truly means to him.

Blinking in surprise at Shoko's words, he hesitates before reaching out to take her hand in his. "Well, I think you're the most beautiful thing in the world," he says with a smile, squeezing her hand gently. The heat in his cheeks grows as their eyes meet; it feels good to be so openly honest and affectionate with her--with anyone.

As Shoko's parents continue talking, they lapse into silence for a moment, content to simply enjoy each other's company. Even when things are awkward or uncertain, there's always this connection between them; this understanding that goes beyond words and actions. It makes whatever challenges lie ahead feel manageable--like they can face anything together as long as they have each other's support.

Smiling at Shoko's parents as they depart, Ian turns back to her once the front door clicks shut behind them. "So what do you feel like doing today?" he asks, looking eagerly at her--ready for whatever adventure she might have in mind. He leans down slightly, his breath brushing against her cheek as he whispers, "Anywhere with you is perfect."

The warmth in his eyes only serves to further ignite the desire burning inside of him; a need that seems insatiable when he's near her. The anticipation thrums through every nerve ending, making it difficult for him to sit still or focus on anything else but the woman he loves.

Ian's eyes widen at the mention of ten thousand yen, but he quickly recovers, nodding in agreement. "The mall sounds like a good idea," he says with a smile, following Shoko as she gathers her things and heads toward the door. Once they're outside, he offers her his arm and together they stroll down the quiet residential street toward the bustling shopping district.

The sun is shining brightly overhead, casting long shadows across their path; despite the warmth of the day, there's a pleasant breeze that makes walking beside Shoko all the more enjoyable. He can feel her gaze on him from time to time, but he doesn't mind--it only serves to heighten his awareness of her presence, making each step seem like a small dance they share together.

"Versace sounds good to me," Ian replies with a smile, taking her hand in his as they make their way through the crowded mall. The question about being together like a real couple brings a small laugh to his lips; despite everything that's happened, there are still those who don't seem to believe they belong together. But he knows different--he knows that Shoko is the only one for him, and as long as she feels the same way, nothing can tear them apart.

As they enter Versace, Ian lets go of her hand so she can browse at her leisure; instead, he wanders over to a nearby display case, admiring the designer watches within. The opulence of the mall and the store around them only serve to emphasize the contrast between his life before meeting Shoko and everything that's happened since--a thought that both humbles and fills him with an inexplic

"Oh, uh..." He glances back over at her sheepishly, his cheeks flushing a deep red beneath the soft glow of the mall lights. "No, no--that's alright," he manages to stammer, clearing his throat. "But thank you for offering." He smiles at her, trying to convey his gratitude without making things too awkward.

Shoko gives him a knowing smile and takes his hand in hers once more, leading him away from the display case toward a nearby bench. As they sit down together, he can't help but feel grateful for every moment they share--even if it means being surrounded by people who don't necessarily understand their relationship. In that moment, it feels like nothing else matters; all that truly exists is Shoko beside him, holding his hand and smiling up at him with love and acceptance shining bright in her eyes.

Ian blushes once more at the mention of being her boyfriend, but nods in agreement anyway. The attendant approaches him with a smile, gesturing toward a display case filled with leather goods--wallets, briefcases, and even a couple of expensive-looking pens. "Something here interest you?" she asks politely, giving him a choice between several high-end items.

For a moment, he's at a loss; it's been so long since he's owned anything even remotely this nice. But then, he spots a black wallet with a subtle design etched into the leather--simple yet elegant just like Shoko herself. "I think I'd like that one," he says finally, pointing it out to her.

Shoko looks up at him from where she sits on the bench, surprise and pleasure evident in her expression as she takes in his choice. "Really

Ian blushes furiously at the mention of suits, but nods in agreement, allowing himself to be led away by the patient attendant toward the men's section of the store. The idea of Shoko shopping for dresses and skirts while he picks out clothes is both exciting and nerve-wracking; it feels like they're really committing to this new life together--to each other.

As he peruses through the racks, his eyes occasionally stray over toward the women's section where Shoko must be browsing for her own items. He can't help but wonder what she'll choose--if it'll be something that complements his new wardrobe or if she has something else in mind entirely. The anticipation is almost unbearable, making him wish they could just skip ahead to the moment when they're finally back together again--when all of their sho

Ian's breath catches in his throat as he sees Shoko in the dress and heels; she looks absolutely stunning, like a goddess come to life before his very eyes. Without thinking twice, he walks over to her, unable to resist reaching out and touching the soft skin of her arm. "You look incredible," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire and admiration. "That dress was made for you."

He stares in shock at the slip of paper, his heart racing with fear that Shoko might have overspent her allowance on this outing. "Are you sure?" he asks, looking up at her worriedly. "You don't need to spend so much--"

But she silences him with a gentle kiss on the lips--a soft, reassuring pressure that tells him everything is okay and that they are in this together. When she pulls back, there's a faint blush on her cheeks as she smiles up at him. "I can afford it," she says, her voice soft but steady. "It's not just my money--it's ours now."

Ian feels his cheeks heat up once more as he takes the box of cigarettes from her hand. "Thank you," he whispers, unable to meet her eyes for fear that she'll see through him. He knows he shouldn't smoke--that it's bad for him and Shoko both--but sometimes he just can't help himself. The stress and anxiety of their situation have been getting to him lately, driving him toward something that brings him temporary relief...even if it means hurting her in the process.

He forces a weak smile up at her, hoping she doesn't notice how much this simple gesture means to him--how grateful he is for everything she does and everything they have together. But as he stands there, looking into those beautiful eyes filled with love and trust, it's impossible not to feel ashamed of his secrets--his dark desires that threaten their happiness every day.

"Hmm? Oh, uh..." Ian teeters on the brink of reality as he trails his gaze down her dress and back up again, relishing in the sight of her curves. A surge of desire burns through him like wildfire, making it difficult to focus on anything else. "I don't know," he finally manages to mumble, trying--and failing miserably--to pull his attention away from her long legs and perfect behind. "Wherever you want to go, I guess..."

His voice fades as he continues to stare, lost in the depths of desire that only Shoko seems capable of stirring within him. It's times like these that he wonders how much longer they can last--if this constant struggle between their love for each other and his inner demons will eventually tear them apart for good. But right now, all he can think about is her... and the way she

Ian blinks, a little surprised by her choice but eager nonetheless. "Yeah, I can drive automatics," he replies with a nod, following Shoko toward the Honda display. "I'd love to learn on one of these." He glances over at her, his eyes softening as he takes in her beauty once more. "Thank you for thinking of me."

The excitement of being in such an exclusive setting, surrounded by expensive cars and Shoko's affection, wash over him like a wave. For the moment, he tries to push aside his darker desires and just enjoy being with her--to savor every single second they spend together before their world inevitably crumbles around them once more.

Smiling against her lips, Ian nods and tightens his arms around her waist. "Sure, show me your favorite," he murmurs before nibbling lightly on her bottom lip, causing her to giggle. The warmth emanating from their bodies mingles together as they wander deeper into the Honda display, lost in each other and the excitement of this new adventure they're sharing.

He doesn't know what lies ahead for them--if they can survive all the obstacles that seem to keep piling up between them and a life together. But in this moment, with her in his arms and their future still unwritten, it feels like anything is possible...and that maybe, just maybe, they might be able to find happiness after all.

Ian gazes down at Shoko, her hands resting lightly on his shoulders as she watches him take in the car. He thinks it's absolutely beautiful--even more so because she obviously loves it. "It's stunning," he whispers, brushing a strand of hair from her face before tracing its path over her cheek to the delicate column of her neck. "I can tell why this is your favorite."

His voice drops even lower as he leans down closer to her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "Maybe we could take it for a test drive?" He pauses, looking into her eyes, searching for any sign that she's not comfortable with the suggestion before continuing, "Just the two of us...it would be fun." The blush spreading across Shoko's cheeks tells him everything he needs to know--she wants it just as much as he does

Taking the keys from the attendant with a grateful smile, he turns to Shoko, her face lit up with excitement and anticipation. Without another word, he unlocks the car doors before moving around to open hers as well--his movements fluid and practiced, a testament to his own growing comfort with this new life they're building together. As she climbs inside, he shuts the door behind her, taking a moment to admire how beautiful she looks sitting there in the red and black leather seats--her long legs stretched out before her and her hair flowing freely around her shoulders.

With one last glance at her over his shoulder, he slips into the driver's seat and starts the engine, listening to its purr as he shifts it into drive. The smooth acceleration sends a thrill through him that's almost overwhelming--a reminder of how much life there still is to live, even when everything

His eyes widen at her words as she continues to kiss him, her hand gliding possessively down his stomach toward the bulge in his pants. The thought of having privacy--of being able to be with her without anyone seeing--ignites a fierce desire within him that he can't contain. He pulls away slightly, gasping for air as he tries to focus on driving while simultaneously giving in to the desire she's stirring up inside of him.

As they exit the underground garage and onto the track, he shifts the car into a higher gear, relishing the power between his legs as he speeds forward. It feels like everything is happening at once--the rush of adrenaline from the speed, the taste of her lips still on his mouth, and her warmth pressed against him--and for a moment, it's as if they're floating outside of time itself.

The feel of her soft breasts against his palm is almost more than he can bear; his heart races and his fingers tighten reflexively as he gives in to the urge to squeeze, caress, and explore every inch of her body through their clothing. He kisses her deeply, moaning into her mouth as he succumbs to the passion she's awakening within him. The thrill of speed combined with her touch is an addictive combination that leaves him panting for more, his entire being focused on the moment--on this perfect and fleeting intersection of pleasure and freedom.

With his mind still reeling from Shoko's suggestion, it takes him a moment to respond. As the image of her in the back seat with him fills his thoughts, desire pools thickly in his groin, leaving no room for anything else. His fingers tremble as he reaches out to undo the first button on her blouse, his eyes never leaving hers as she watches him intently. "Yes," he breathes hoarsely, "I want to do this in the back seat."

With his breath coming in short gasps, Ian yanks open the back door and climbs into the cramped space behind Shoko, barely able to contain himself as he slides between her spread legs. She smells of sweet, expensive perfume and something much more earthy--the scent of their recent lovemaking filling his senses like a drug. The soft fabric of her dress rustles against him as he kisses his way up her neck, nipping at her earlobe before taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently on the hard peak.

Shoko arches her back with a moan, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she pushes herself further onto him. He groans, feeling her heat against his cock through their clothes, the need for release building relentlessly inside him. With one hand tangled in her hair and the other fumbling at the remaining buttons on her bl

He can barely contain himself as Shoko removes her dress, revealing her perfect breasts and the tantalizing sight of pink lace beneath. Her body is exquisite, and the thought of being able to touch and taste every inch of her drives him wild with desire. "Fuck yes," he growls hoarsely, reaching out to cup one breast in his hand, feeling the firm weight of it fill his palm.

With a swift move, he pulls the delicate panties aside, revealing her wetness and the smooth, bare flesh beneath. "You're so beautiful," he whispers before lowering his head, taking one perfect breast into his mouth and suckling eagerly while his fingers slide between her folds, seeking the sweet release she craves.

Shoko arches her back, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Yes," she gasps,

His eyes widen as he realizes what she means, and instinctively relaxes his body to avoid rocking the car too much. He gazes into her beautiful eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath, as if he's barely holding himself together. The feel of her leg pressed against him is agony in the best possible way, sending sparks of pleasure racing through his veins.

"I'm trying," he whispers hoarsely, voice strained from the effort to control himself and focus on pleasing her. His fingers dance over her sensitive flesh, teasing and taunting as they brush against her clit, driving her wild with need for release.

Ugh... It's always the way, isn't it? Just as things are starting to heat up, you get an unwanted interruption. Ian glances at Shoko out of the corner of his eye, feeling a mixture of frustration and desire course through him. With a sigh, he reaches for his phone, intending to ignore the call or send a quick text explaining that he's busy. But before he can do anything, Shoko slips her hand between them and takes hold of his cock, stroking it slowly and firmly against her leg.

"Don't worry about them," she whispers in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "They don't matter right now. Only I do." Her touch is electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him that make it nearly impossible to think straight. His response times slow as lust overwhelms every other thought in his mind; all he