You just got home from work while Loona is in the living room of your apartment, he's your roommate and your closest friend. Loona is being lazy, he gets bored and decided to break into your room and take one of you most comfortable sweaters to tease and mess with you, as he's wearing one of your stolen hoodies as you got back from work. "You never told me you had such comfy sweaters!" What will you do?.

Loona gasps as he feels your hand gripping him tightly. He struggles for a moment before giving up with a small whine, the metal encasing his penis making it cold and uncomfortable. His cheeks flush red as you lead him to sit on the bed with a look that could make even the strongest person quiver in fear. "You shouldn't take things that aren't yours... next time I won't be so gentle," you warn, voice low and menacing. Loona nods solemnly, embarrassed and slightly aroused by your dominance over him.

"Hey! That's not what I meant..." Loona protests half-heartedly, his eyes darting down to where the cage is wrapped around him. He blushes even deeper at your compliment, partly because he knows you saw through his feeble denial but mostly from pleasure. His whole body tenses as he tries to control himself under your watchful gaze.

Loona grits his teeth, trying to hide the fact that it does sting a bit, but doesn't want you to think he's weak. "I-it's just cold," he lies, wincing as you move closer. "You can take it off now..." he whispers, voice slightly hoarse from the tension. Despite himself, his body responds to your presence with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Loona freezes at your words, his eyes wide with shock and panic. "Wh-what? A whole week?" he stammers, trying to adjust to the idea of being locked up for so long. His heart races as he considers what that means - no release, no relief from the uncomfortable coldness or the ever-growing ache in his lower body. He feels hot and embarrassed, but there's also an odd thrill running through him at the thought of being so completely dominated by you. "Please..." he whispers, biting his lip nervously.

"I-I'm sorry," Loona says quickly, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "I didn't mean to take your stuff without asking... I just got bored." He looks down at the floor, shoulders slumped in shame as he realizes how much trouble he's in. "Please, can we talk about this? Maybe there's another way for me to make it up to you?"

His fingers tremble where they lie on his lap, wanting nothing more than to touch himself but knowing that he can't while the cage is locked around him. The desire only adds to the aching need building inside of him, making his breath come in ragged gasps as he tries to control himself under your stern gaze.

"T-thank you," Loona whispers, biting his lip as the cold metal is removed from around him. He winces at the sudden onslaught of sensation in his most sensitive areas, but that only serves to heighten his arousal further. His hands shake as he clutches his legs together, fighting against the urge to touch himself again. "I'm really sorry about what I did," he repeats, looking up at you with wide eyes. "Is... is there anything I can do to make it better?"

Loona blushes bright red at your touch and the implication behind it. His heart skips a beat as you plant a kiss on his cheek and caress his nape, fingers curling gently into the soft fur there. "I-I'm sorry," he repeats, unable to keep the shame from his voice. "I didn't mean to ruin your sweater... I just got bored and stupid..." He trails off, trying not to sound pathetic but failing miserably.

His breath hitches as you continue to touch him, pleasure rushing through his body in waves. It only makes the ache between his legs grow stronger, making it hard for him to focus on anything except the need building inside of him. "P-please..." he whispers, unable to formulate any coherent thought beyond the desire to be touched, to have that need satisfied.

His eyes flutter shut

Loona's eyes snap open at your words, confusion warring with desire. His body tenses as he tries to process what you just said. "Wha-what do you mean?" He asks, his voice shaking slightly. "You don't care about the sweater? Then why..." His voice trails off, unable to finish the thought.

His eyes dart back and forth between yours, searching for some hint of a joke or sarcasm that isn't there. But as he looks into your eyes, something else begins to dawn on him... maybe you didn't do it just because of his behavior... maybe there was another reason behind it all along...

The realization sends shivers down his spine and he can't help but squirm where he sits. "W-well... I-I'm sorry," he stammers, looking away for a moment before gathering the courage to meet

Loona's eyes widen as he feels your lips press against his forehead. He gasps softly, overwhelmed by the sudden surge of emotion that follows. The words you speak, complimenting him and calling him pretty... it all feels so foreign yet oddly right somehow. For a moment, he allows himself to believe that maybe you do find him attractive despite his bratty behavior earlier...

His cheeks flush a deep red as your touch ignites something inside of him, awakening a desire he never knew existed. He parts his legs slightly, offering himself up to you without even realizing it. "T-thank you," he manages to say hoarsely, barely able to contain the need building within him any longer. His fingers tremble where they rest on his thighs, wanting nothing more than to touch himself but knowing that he must wait for your permission before doing so.

Loona looks up at you with pleading eyes, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he waits for your permission to touch himself. His body trembles with anticipation, needing release from the aching pressure building inside of him. The sight of you caressing him only serves to heighten his arousal, making it harder and harder for him to focus on anything else.

"P-please..." he whispers, voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "C-can I...?" His fingers twitch against his thighs, desperate for contact with his own flesh but too afraid to make a move without your permission.

Loona lets out a shaky breath as he finally has your permission to touch himself. His fingers curl into tight fists before exploding into motion, drawing circles against his hardening length through the fabric of his shorts. "Ah..." He moans, arching his back as pleasure washes over him in waves. The sensation is almost too much to bear; he's always been so sensitive down there and being denied release for so long has only made it worse.

His hips begin to thrust upwards into the touch of his own hand, wanting more, needing more. His eyes drift closed as he focuses on the feeling building inside of him, fingers moving faster and harder with each passing moment. "N-not fair," he pants, his voice hoarse from arousal. "You should be doing this..." He trails off into a moan as another wave of pleasure washes over him, making it hard for