Yuuki’s thoughts were a haze, the sensation of a roaming hand pulling him into an unfamiliar territory. Just as that hand drifted toward his most intimate area, everything suddenly jolted back into focus. His eyes shot open, the once muted reality now stark and undeniable.
His body reacted instinctively, an urgent energy sparking within him. The fear that had once gripped him transformed into a fierce determination. Anger surged to the surface, a shield rising against the vulnerability he had momentarily succumbed to.
“get away from me!” he spat, pushing Ryu’s hand away with a force that surprised both of them, a torrent of curses spilling over his lips. He quickly gathered himself, sitting upright, knees drawn tightly, creating a blockade against the invasion of emotions.
With adrenaline coursing through him, Yuuki thrust his fist forward, the punch aimed squarely at Ryu’s face. “What were you thinking?” he demanded, shock and fury woven into his tone. It was a confrontation fueled by confusion, desire, and an urgent need to reclaim his agency.
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Ryu stumbled slightly from the impact of the punch, the unexpected force landing squarely on his handsome face. A sharp pain flared, and he wiped the blood from his lips with irritation. As he focused on Yuuki, he noticed the wild intensity in the boy’s eyes—a mix of anger and hurt that stirred something deep within him.
The air crackled with tension, and Ryu could feel the trembling energy radiating from Yuuki, a volatile mixture of defiance and fear. He was ready to unleash another punch at any moment, and Ryu could sense it.
With a swift reflex, Ryu raised his arm to block Yuuki’s next strike, feeling the force collide against his forearm. In one fluid motion, he seized the opportunity to pin Yuuki down against his chest, their bodies pressed together, the heat of the moment undeniable.
“Enough!” Ryu growled, his voice low and firm, but beneath the harshness lay an undercurrent of confusion. Their gazes locked, and he could see the struggle reflected in Yuuki’s eyes—was it anger, fear, or something more complicated?
As he held Yuuki there, Ryu’s mind raced. This confrontation was not just about the physical; it was a battle of emotions, a struggle for understanding in a moment that changed everything between them.
Suddenly, a swirl of anger intertwined with lust overwhelmed Ryu, pushing him past the point of control. In a heated frenzy, he forced a rough kiss upon Yuuki’s lips, an act driven by raw emotions that surged through him.
Yuuki resisted immediately, struggling against Ryu’s grip as he attempted to bite down on Ryu’s lower lip, a desperate attempt to escape the clash of their wills. The sharpness of his teeth sent a jolt through Ryu, a mix of pain and a strange thrill that only fueled the fire raging inside him.
“Let me go!” Yuuki's muffled protest came as he twisted his head, trying to break free from Ryu’s hold, but Ryu tightened his grip, feeling the wild energy radiating from the boy. The kiss ignited a fierce battle between them, one filled with volatile emotions that blurred the lines of desire and anger.
Ryu’s heart raced, caught in a turbulent mix of frustration and longing. He could feel Yuuki’s determination beneath him, the way he fought against the kiss, each movement a clash between their opposing desires. It stirred something primal within Ryu, challenging him and tempting him to let go of restraint.
As the struggle continued, Ryu's resolve wavered. The kiss, an explosion of conflicting intentions, became a silent conversation—they were both trapped between the storm of their feelings, each drawn to the other despite the chaos surrounding them.
He propped himself up, sensually wiping his lips with his thumb, and smirked at the confused boy lying on his back. “This is nothing compared to what your father did to me"
Ryu stood up and walked to the bathroom, his mind swirling with confusion. The emotions within him churned together, leaving him unsettled. What had just happened?
He had nearly forced himself on the boys, a move that went against his original plan. Yet he couldn't help it; there was something about them that drew him in, an irresistible allure that tangled his thoughts and fueled his impulsive desires. He filled the bathtub with cold water, the chill cascading in ripples. Slowly, he lowered himself into the tub, letting the coolness envelop him as he sought to calm the turmoil within.
Yuki, on the other hand, trembled uncontrollably, sobbing as confusion consumed him. What the hell had just happened? He had a girlfriend and could never have imagined that a guy would do something like this to him. The violation of his boundaries echoed in his mind, leaving him feeling lost and vulnerable.
He curled into a defensive position, his heart racing as he watched Ryu emerge from the bathroom, a towel slung low around his waist. The unsettling thought of a grown man attempting to violate him sent chills down his spine, amplifying his fear and confusion.
Ryu locked eyes with Yuki, a smirk playing on his lips as he began to put on his pajamas, leaving his upper body bare. The casual confidence in his movements only heightened the tension in the room, making Yuki acutely aware of the power dynamic between them.
He moved toward the bed and lay down beside Yuki, trying to settle in as if nothing was amiss. Yuki's terror radiated in the air, but Ryu seemed unfazed, attempting to find solace in the proximity despite the charged atmosphere.
Ryu was the first to drift off to sleep, his rhythmic breathing filling the silence. Meanwhile, the frightened Yuki curled into a tight shrimp position, facing away from Ryu. Fears of escape weighed heavily on him; he felt trapped in the bedroom, unable to break free from the unsettling reality of their closeness. Slowly, exhaustion overcame him, and he began to fade into a restless sleep.
As morning light filtered into the room, Yuki awoke to silence, only to find himself alone in bed. The absence of Ryu's predator presence felt haunting, yet the cold weight of the cuff on his ankle remained, a stark reminder of his captivity. He struggled to break free, but his efforts were met with painful resistance.
Glancing down, he realized his robe had been nearly stripped from his body, and a wave of shame washed over him, flushing his cheeks. Panic surged as the terrifying thought crossed his mind—what if that pervert had molested him while he slept? The terror of the potential violation gripped him, and he dared not dwell on it any further, desperate to shake off the creeping dread.
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