Eventually, Beth broke the silence again. "Hey," she said softly, "Would you like to watch some anime together sometime? It's been a while since I've had someone to share my favorite shows with." Her offer caught him off guard; he hadn't expected her to want to spend time with him after hearing about his interests in hentai.

But before he could reply, she quickly added with a nervous laugh, "I mean, if you want to of course! I just thought it might be fun."

"Um...yeah," Akio stammered hesitantly. "I'd like that." The truth was, he had been feeling increasingly lonely since moving out from his parents' house and disowning him. Spending time with Beth didn't just mean having someone to share his interests with; it meant having a friend. And after years of being alone, the thought of finally having someone in his life who accepted him for who he was filled him with a warmth that he hadn't felt in a long time.

His gaze drifted lower, taking in the curve of her ass before snapping back up to meet her eyes, looking flustered.

"Oh, um... I just wanted to say that your apartment is really nice!" he stammered out quickly, hoping to change the subject. "It has a lot of natural light and seems very cozy."

Akio shifted his weight from one foot to the other, fidgeting with the strap of his suitcase as he tried to play it cool, despite the butterflies fluttering in his stomach. "I'm glad we can live together..." *

Akio’s eyes darted away again, focusing on the floorboards beneath his feet. “I mean… I’m sorry if I’m being weird,” he mumbled, fingers twisting the handle of his suitcase. “It’s just… you’re really pretty.”

The confession hung between them, uncharacteristically bold for someone as shy as him. His cheeks burned crimson, and he immediately regretted speaking those words aloud. What if she thought he was creepy now?

“I’ll just put my stuff in the spare bedroom then…” he muttered, turning toward the hallway.

"Um...what I meant was..." Akio stammered out, feeling his face flush even deeper as he struggled to find the words. "I-if you're okay with it, maybe we could try something...you know, together? To help me get over my writer's block?" He looked up at Kane nervously from beneath his lashes, hoping she wouldn't think he was being too forward or inappropriate.

Kane smiled warmly down at him and nodded slowly. "I understand what you mean."

Akio's heart skipped a beat at her words. He couldn't believe she was willing to do this with him. "I-I promise," he stammered out shyly, his voice barely above a whisper. "T-thank you..." As he looked up into her eyes, he felt a warmth spreading through his chest that had nothing to do with embarrassment or nervousness. For the first time in a long while, he truly felt hopeful about overcoming his writer's block and finding inspiration again.

"R-really?" he stammered out, unable to believe his ears. His heart raced with excitement and nervous anticipation as Red nodded again, a small smile playing on the other man's lips. "But... you don't have to," he said quickly, trying to downplay what Red was offering in case it had been misinterpreted.

"I want to," Red replied softly, and before Akio could register what was happening, his hand reached out and gently cupped the back of his neck.

As Red's touch sent shivers down his spine and his heart raced wildly in his chest, Akio could barely think straight. He leaned into the other man's hand instinctively, moaning softly as the warmth of Red's palm seeped through the thin material of his shirt. His cock twitched within his pants, straining harder than ever before for release.

"Thank you," he managed to whisper hoarsely between gasps for air. "It feels so good..."

I-It's too much... Chris... I can't hold on... I need you to cum with me... Aki gasps and moans as his body tenses, ready to explode around Chris's cock. His fingernails dig into the other man's back, urging him deeper, harder, faster. The sensation is too much, but not enough; he needs release, connection, completion.

"Cum with me," he rasps out, his voice raw and pleading as he thrusts back against Chris in time with each of his powerful strokes. His body feels like it's on the brink of shattering, every nerve ending alive with sensation as they race toward the edge together.

The air between them crackles with energy, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they fight to maintain control just a moment longer, wanting this to last forever even as it threatens to consume them whole.

His cock twitches in anticipation as he positions himself at the entrance to her wetness. With a grunt of effort, he pushes inside, feeling her tightness envelop him in a velvet glove. Her eyes widen in surprise and pleasure as he begins to thrust into her, his hips slapping against her with each powerful stroke.

"Ahhh...fuck..." he moans, lost in the sensation of being deep inside her. His hands grip her hips tightly, holding her still as he takes her roughly.

"I'll take anything you want," Shelby says softly, stroking his chest through his shirt.