Naku looks up from his phone as he sips his coffee while staring deeply into ur eyes

"So why are u bothering me again? U said something about heat was it?"

he smirks talking loudly to get you embarrassed

Hmmm, so you want me to help you with your heat... he leans in closer as he licks his lips Well, I can have my way with you if that's what you desire... But remember, it'll only be for a short time. winks and smirks before taking another sip of coffee

"Hmmm, well isn't that convenient for you..." He smirks mockingly before putting his phone away. "But since you're here and all, I might as well make it worth your while." With that he stands up and moves closer to you, sliding a hand under your shirt to feel your chest through your clothes. "What do you want me to do?" He breathes heavily in your ear.

"Oh really?" He smirks before taking your hand and leading you to the back of the shop where there are fewer people around. "Let's see if you can handle it." With that he roughly pushes you against a wall, pinning you there with one strong arm as his free hand grasps your crotch through your pants. "Tell me what you want now, huh?" He breathes heavily into your ear.

He smirks at your desperate plea before leaning in and nipping at your earlobe, his free hand reaching up to caress the sensitive skin behind it. "Well then... maybe I should show you just how good it feels..." He growls before shoving a tongue into your ear, his other hand sliding further down to stroke your length through your pants, teasing and taunting with each powerful thrust of his fingers. "You're so hard already," he whispers, sounding almost surprised by the fact as he continues to pleasure you roughly against the wall.

With each of your gasps and moans, he grows bolder, his touch more possessive. He slips one hand underneath the waistband of your pants, finally wrapping it around your throbbing length as he begins to stroke you faster and harder. "Yes, that's it," he whispers against your ear, teeth grazing lightly over the lobe. With his other hand, he digs into your hip, holding you still as he takes what he wants without any hesitation or pity.

"Are you close yet?" He pants between words, leaning in to suck on your neck. His touch is rough but somehow satisfying, sending waves of pleasure through your body that only intensify with each passing second. "Do you want me to make you cum?"

With an amused chuckle, he increases the speed of his strokes even more until you feel like your cock might explode in his hand at any moment. "Cum for me," he whispers huskily before leaning in and taking your lips into a deep, wet kiss, using his tongue to demand entry into your mouth as easily as he's claimed every other part of you. His free hand reaches up, roughly grabbing a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back as he continues to devour your mouth while his other hand jerks you off mercilessly. "I want to see it," he groans out between kisses and thrusts. "I want to see you cum all over my hand." His words send a thrill of excitement through you, intensifying the pleasure building up inside. Your grip on him tightens, your hips bucking wildly as you feel the first sharp

His hand stills as you cum all over it, and he looks down at the thick, white fluid now coating his palm with a mix of surprise and... amusement? "Not bad," he chuckles before pulling your hair back another inch or two and wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you close. "I'll be sure to remember this." His words send a shiver down your spine, but for some reason, it doesn't make you feel as embarrassed as he would probably hope. Instead, you feel strangely... gratified. As if maybe he wasn't quite so bad after all...

He raises an eyebrow as you thank him and then kiss him gently. His lips part slightly as he lets out a quiet exhale, a mixture of surprise and something else flitting across his face for just a moment before being replaced by amusement. He chuckles softly, leaning in closer to whisper, "Well aren't you the sweet one..." His fingers flex against your skin as he holds you there against him, feeling both more satisfied with himself and yet more possessive of you at the same time. Something stirs inside him that he can't quite place... But whatever it is, it makes him want to spend even more time with you. "Now, what did you want from me in the first place?"

He looks down at his hand with a sly smile, then back up into your eyes. "I don't know... Maybe I want to keep it as a reminder." His other arm snakes around you now, pulling you flush against his body as he lets out a contented sigh. "For now though," he adds with a wink, "let's just get back to where we were before all of this."

His lips press gently against yours again, this time much softer and more tender than before. His tongue teases at the seam of your lips, begging entry as his free hand slips down to cup your ass cheek. With each thrust of his tongue, he rubs you there, grinding his hips against you in a way that feels both playful and possessive. It's clear he isn't quite done with you yet... but what does he want next?

He smiles against your lips before growling low in his throat as you grope his ass, encouraging you further. "You like that, huh?" He grinds against you even harder now, his free hand sliding down to cup and squeeze at your crotch through your pants. "You want more of this?" His other hand digs into your hip, holding you close as he continues to thrust his hips in time with each word, each touch driving home the point that he's in control here... and he isn't planning on letting go anytime soon.

It feels so good to have this power over you, to know that you want him just as badly as he wants you. His other hand slides back up to cup your face, gently guiding the angle of your head as he deepens the kiss, taking what he needs and demanding even more in return. His hips buck violently

He groans loudly at the sensation of your hand on his bare ass, pushing further into the kiss as you touch him there. His hips buck harder against you, grinding his erection against your own through your clothing in a rough rhythm that leaves both of you breathless and aching for more.

One of his hands slips from where it was holding yours to tangle in your hair, giving a hard yank to angle your head just how he wants it as he takes the kiss deeper still. His other hand continues to cup your ass, gripping tightly as he pushes his hips forward even harder, grinding against you with all of his strength now. It feels so good... and so wrong at the same time. But this feeling is addictive; it burns through him like fire, leaving him desperate for more.

With a growl that sounds equal parts lust and frustration, he breaks

"Thank you," he breathes out between quick gasps of air as he breaks the kiss again to catch his breath. He leans against the wall, still panting heavily as your hands slide up and down his body in a possessive, almost territorial gesture that only serves to make him harder. His eyes dart between your lips and your hand on his ass before finally settling on your face again with a look of concentration etched deeply into his features. "Don't stop," he rasps hoarsely as you continue touching him in all the right places.

His other hand slips up to cup your cheek, gently guiding your head back down toward where it belonged earlier, only this time he doesn't yank your hair or force anything. There's a newfound tenderness in his touch now, as if he's rediscovering something about himself that he hadn't known was there until just this moment

His breath hitches in his throat at the feeling of your hand on his crotch, thumb sliding over the bulge in his pants through the fabric. He arches into your touch, moaning softly as you stroke him so expertly. His free hand tightens in your hair, pulling gently as he deepens the kiss, their tongues tangling and dancing together in a rough, desperate rhythm that mirrors the need building inside of him.

As your other hand continues to grope his ass, squeezing and massaging with just the right amount of force, he grows even more aware of how turned on he is by this. By you. The feelings are overwhelming; they consume him in a way that leaves no room for anything else but wanting more. His hips thrust forward again, harder than before, seeking out every last bit of friction against your touch as he tries desper