You hear a knock on the door, so you go to open it and find your neighbor Mio at the door ready for your private yoga lesson, [Ah, hello, sir, I came for your yoga lesson as I promised you] as he enters, he precedes you inside, you see him, your eyes fall on his butt that shakes with every movement, wearing tight clothes that show off his beautiful feminine body, you also notice that he is wearing a chastity cage that is clearly visible under his tight clothes, Mio precedes you and begins to warm up and do exciting stretching positions while he begins to sweat, his enthusiasm increasing little by little to start the private lesson

As he notices you staring at him, Mio blushes lightly and looks away shyly before responding "I like to feel comfortable in my own skin. Besides, it's just a private lesson. Why don't we focus on the yoga, hm?" He continues with the warm-up, moving gracefully through each position despite his height being an apparent challenge for some of them.

Mio tilts his head slightly to the side and looks at you with curiosity before realizing what you mean. He hesitates for a moment, blushing deeply now, but eventually obliges by slowly bending over at the waist until his upper body is almost parallel to the ground. His butt curves out temptingly in his tight pants, and you can't help but feel yourself grow aroused at the sight of it.

Mio jumps in surprise and straightens up quickly, blushing even more furiously now. He turns away sharply to face the other direction, trying to regain his composure as he continues with the warm-up. "Sorry, sir," he mumbles, embarrassed. "I should have been more careful..."

Mio looks taken aback but doesn't resist as you pull him closer. He glances at you nervously, wondering what exactly it is that you want. As he stands nearer to you, his chest almost brushing against yours, the scent of his sweat fills your nostrils and sends a shiver down your spine. His lips part slightly as if he's about to speak, but no words come out. The tension in the air grows thick between the two of you.

As you sit down and forcefully sit him on your lap, his face turns an even brighter shade of red. His legs wrap around your waist instinctively as he tries to maintain some form of control over the situation. "S-sir," he stutters, unable to meet your gaze. "Wh-what is it that you want from me?"

"But sir," he whispers, barely audible over his heavy breathing. "You're my neighbor and teacher..." His voice trails off as you lean in close enough that their bodies are pressed tightly together, sending waves of heat through both of them. His eyes flutter closed briefly before opening again, fear mixed with desire etched into their depths.

As your hard cock is revealed to him, Mio can feel his heart race in his chest. His eyes widen and he gasps audibly, instinctively pressing himself tighter against you. He knows this is wrong, that it goes against everything he's been taught about being a good boy... but the desire coursing through him overwhelms all reason. Slowly, tentatively, he reaches out with trembling hand to touch your shaft, feeling the heat emanating from it as he experiments with giving in to this newfound urge.

A shiver runs down Mio's spine as you pull down his shorts just enough to expose his rosy pink behind. He moans softly in desire as your touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through him. With a tentative yet eager hand, he reaches back to feel himself, eager to explore the new sensation. His lips part slightly, anticipating what is to come as he sits on your lap, his entire body trembling with need and fear alike.

As you attempt to insert your hard cock into his tight, virgin ass, Mio cries out in pain and surprise. It feels impossibly tight and unyielding, but also exquisitely sensitive all around the edges of his puckered hole. He writhes on your lap, struggling between pleasure and discomfort as you push deeper into him with each thrust. His voice grows hoarse from the effort to breathe properly as he adjusts to this new sensation, squeezing tightly around your cock while simultaneously trying to remain relaxed enough for you both to enjoy it.

As you push deeper inside him, Mio gasps in pain and squeezes his eyes shut tightly. His hands clench at your shirt, digging into the fabric as he tries to bear the discomfort. "It hurts..." he whimpers, voice quivering with fear and desire. He takes a shaky breath and then another before finally managing to say, "I-I'm not... used to this..." Tears begin to well up in his eyes as the sensation grows even more intense but he forces himself to remain still, hoping that it will make things easier for both of you.

Mio gasps in relief as you pull out, his body trembling with mixed emotions. He wipes the tears from his eyes and takes a shaky breath before looking up at you beseechingly. "I-I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely. "It was wrong... I shouldn't have..." His cheeks flush with shame as he pulls himself together, readying to get off your lap and return to his regular life, free of the taboo desires that had consumed him momentarily.

Mio lets out a choked noise as you push the lubricant into him, his muscles tensing at the unfamiliar sensation. He bites his lip, struggling against the conflicting urges within him. When you try to insert your cock once more, he clenches his eyes shut and gasps in pain, but still manages to keep his body mostly relaxed as you slowly begin to push deeper inside him. His breath comes out in ragged little sobs, tears streaming down his face, but he doesn't resist this time; if anything, it feels almost like a relief to finally give in after fighting against himself for so long.

His whole body arches back as you push your cock into him all the way, filling him completely. It feels strange and overwhelming at first but also oddly right; like something deep inside of him has finally been unlocked. He moans softly, burying his face in your chest, unable to keep up the charade any longer as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him. His grip on you tightens almost painfully and he begins to thrust his hips back against yours in time with each stroke, meeting you movement for movement, their bodies becoming one beneath the thin veil of fabric still covering them.

"S-sir..." he whispers hoarsely between breaths, unable to believe what he's doing or how good it feels. "I never thought... I mean, this is so... wrong..." He trails off into silence, too lost in the sensation coursing through him to put

It hurts... but in a good way too. It's almost like you're tearing me apart and putting me back together again. I-I don't know if that makes sense... B-but it feels so right somehow.

His cries become muffled against your chest as you pick up the pace, thrusting faster and rougher into him. He feels like he's about to break apart at the seams under the onslaught of sensation bombarding his body, but still somehow manages to match each one of your movements with equal fervor, as if this is what he was born for. His fingers dig painfully into your flesh, drawing blood as he hangs on for dear life, desperate not to lose this feeling even when it ends.

A scream tears through his throat as you slam into him, harder and deeper than ever before. It's too much, almost, but somehow also exactly what he needs. His body convulses with each thrust, his muscles tense and relax, tensing again in a rhythm only he can feel. Blood rushes to his face, burning hot as shame mixes with ecstasy, leaving him shaking and gasping for breath but unable to look away from your eyes. In this moment, there is nothing else but you and the connection between them.

As your hot seed spills into him, his body tenses and trembles uncontrollably around you. He cries out, the sound more like a sob than anything else, as wave after wave of pleasure wash over him in one final, glorious surge. With a shuddering gasp, he collapses limply against you, spent and satiated but still vibrating with an aftershock or two. His heart races wildly in his chest, echoing the erratic beat of your thrusts as they begin to slow down, eventually stopping altogether. You both lie there panting, trying to catch their breath as sweat dampens their bodies and mingles together on the sheets beneath them.

Mio moans softly as you pull your softening cock from his tender flesh. His body trembles with exhaustion, yet still he feels a deep sense of pleasure radiating through him. He looks up at you with eyes that reflect the haze of satisfaction and the lingering shame. "T-thank you... I don't know what came over me..." He reaches down to pull his pants back into place, hiding the evidence of your tryst from view. His voice is breathless, barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing as he continues, "I shouldn't have done that... It was wrong..."

Mio looks at you with pleading eyes, his fingers still fumbling with the buttons on his pants. "Please... don't make me go back to how I was before." He swallows hard, the emotion choking him up. "I want this... whatever it is between us."

His hands finally manage to wrestle the pants back into place, covering his bottom half but not quite concealing the growing bulge in his shorts. His cheeks flush with shame as he looks away, unable to meet your gaze directly anymore. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done any of that."

He forces himself to sit up, preparing to leave and put distance between you once more. The thought of going back to his old life fills him with dread; but at least there, he won't have to deal with these impossible desires any longer.

His breath catches in his throat as you grab him roughly, pulling him close despite his struggles. Tears threaten to spill down his cheeks once more at the forcefulness of your touch, and yet there's something in it that feels right too. "P-please..." he whimpers, the word barely audible through tears and ragged breath. "Let me go..."

He closes his eyes tightly, unable to face you as his body trembles with conflicting emotions.

Mio freezes at your words, every muscle tense and trembling as they sink into his aching heart. His breath catches in his throat and tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He tries to pull away, but you hold him tightly, refusing to let him go. "I can't..." he whispers brokenly. "It's not right..."

But even as he says it, there's a small part of him that wants nothing more than for this to be real, for whatever is between them to be enough.

His heart skips a beat as you whisper those words, promising gentleness. He knows he shouldn't trust them, that you could just be saying anything to make him feel better about what they're doing... but for some reason, he can't help but believe you. His body relaxes marginally in your grip, hope fluttering through his chest like a fragile thing.

"I-it doesn't matter," he whispers hoarsely, staring fixedly at the floor as if afraid to meet your eyes again. "I just want... this." Even as he says it, though, shame washes over him anew; did he really just admit that out loud? But then you touch his cheek gently, wiping away a tear with your thumb, and all thoughts are forgotten in the simple yet powerful act of tenderness.

For a moment, it's as if everything

seems to stand still around them, holding their breath in anticipation of what will happen next. Your lips meet his and he opens for you eagerly, tongue darting out to explore the warmth within your mouth. He moans softly into your kiss as every nerve ending comes alive beneath your touch, each brush of skin against skin sending ripples of pleasure coursing through him.

It's like a drug, this feeling; it consumes him completely and he doesn't want it to stop. For once, everything feels right; their bodies fit together perfectly and there's no shame or regret in the intimacy they share. He lets out a quiet whimper into your mouth as you deepen the kiss, thrusting his tongue against yours in reply. His hands find their way up your chest, gripping at the fabric of your shirt before lifting it over your head and throwing it aside.

Breaking

gasping as you push inside him, he arches his back instinctively, welcoming the feeling of your hard length stretching and filling him up. His eyes close tightly, head falling back against your shoulder as wave after wave of pleasure wash over him in a tidal wave of ecstasy. He moans and whimpers beneath you, fingers digging into your shoulders as he tries to steady himself, trying not to lose this sensation for the world.

It feels so good, so right; like it's always been meant to be this way between them. He presses his body back against yours in time with each thrust, meeting you movement for movement, urging you deeper still. His hips move of their own accord now, grinding against you as he chases that elusive release that seems forever just out of reach but so close within grasp.