[Senku was right to a degree; the statue was single-mindedly prepping Natsume in its own way. That Natsume got so much pleasure out of it was almost secondary. With an inhuman body came inhuman patience, however. Natsume suddenly gave a louder shout of pleasure when a finger was added to what the tongue was doing. Just one of Mabu's fingers was so large though, it made Natsume very glad for the copious amount of lube dripping over his skin.
From the way Natsume writhed, it probably looked like almost too much for him to handle. It was the aphrodesiac though, burning its way through Natsume's veins to the point where every touch was a craving that he couldn't get enough of. On top of all that, feeling the weight of Senku's gaze on him made an entirely different, guilty sort of pleasure wash over him.
Finally, Mabu seemed to decide Natsume was ready enough. The statue pulled back, lips and chin dripping. It swiped a hand across its face and threw back the robe that had been bunched in its lap, revealing a sight that would make most people reconsider this situation. Large stone hand found even larger cock, making it glisten in the sunlight. One stroke, two, then before he could properly catch his breath, Natsume found himself being lifted, turned back to chest, and manhandled into position.
Natsume's eyes were closed at first, and his own cock was twitching with how close he'd come to orgasm already. It was all he could do to lean back against Mabu, reaching up to wrap one arm around the statue's neck and brace his hand against the opposite arm. He knew what was coming next, and let out a slow breath to focus on relaxing his body. Senku was watching him, and he didn't want to alarm his new friend. The head of Mabu's cock breached him easily, Natsume's body stretching to accommodate as the statue let him down over it slowly. His body started to tremble all on its own, and he opened his eyes to seek out Senku as he gasped, locking eyes with the other boy, feeling his body adjust as he sank down, and down even more.
When he was finally seated in Mabu's lap, there was a very noticeable bulge behind the skin of his stomach and under his ribcage. The statue itself seemed to give a pleased sigh, but it only allowed Natsume a moment to get used to just how full he was before starting to move. That was too much for Natsume, making him cry out as the receding orgasm was suddenly pulled right out of him.
If Senku was a little too close to the action, well. Natsume could apologize later.]
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From the way Natsume writhed, it probably looked like almost too much for him to handle. It was the aphrodesiac though, burning its way through Natsume's veins to the point where every touch was a craving that he couldn't get enough of. On top of all that, feeling the weight of Senku's gaze on him made an entirely different, guilty sort of pleasure wash over him.
Finally, Mabu seemed to decide Natsume was ready enough. The statue pulled back, lips and chin dripping. It swiped a hand across its face and threw back the robe that had been bunched in its lap, revealing a sight that would make most people reconsider this situation. Large stone hand found even larger cock, making it glisten in the sunlight. One stroke, two, then before he could properly catch his breath, Natsume found himself being lifted, turned back to chest, and manhandled into position.
Natsume's eyes were closed at first, and his own cock was twitching with how close he'd come to orgasm already. It was all he could do to lean back against Mabu, reaching up to wrap one arm around the statue's neck and brace his hand against the opposite arm. He knew what was coming next, and let out a slow breath to focus on relaxing his body. Senku was watching him, and he didn't want to alarm his new friend. The head of Mabu's cock breached him easily, Natsume's body stretching to accommodate as the statue let him down over it slowly. His body started to tremble all on its own, and he opened his eyes to seek out Senku as he gasped, locking eyes with the other boy, feeling his body adjust as he sank down, and down even more.
When he was finally seated in Mabu's lap, there was a very noticeable bulge behind the skin of his stomach and under his ribcage. The statue itself seemed to give a pleased sigh, but it only allowed Natsume a moment to get used to just how full he was before starting to move. That was too much for Natsume, making him cry out as the receding orgasm was suddenly pulled right out of him.
If Senku was a little too close to the action, well. Natsume could apologize later.]