[ He's more than a little incredulous that Momo's concerned about swearing right now, of all things; he's more than prepared to curse up a storm, tell his kouhai exactly what he thinks of him right now, before he's silenced.
It's quite horrifying, those few seconds where he sees Momo's backside descending upon him, struggling to slide out of the way only to remember that he can't move, forced to sit there as the other boy up and sits on his face, feeling his shoulders ache to support this sudden new weight. To say he's humiliated beyond words is putting lightly, and his revulsion is made clear by his muffled cries (that, of course, will be heard by no-one outside of their dorm room). God, he's so ashamed he swears he's gonna die.
Which doesn't get any better when, after Momo starts grinding against him, an open-mouthed Nitori finds his tongue scraping against the ass in his face, licking him once more, and he swears the world has something against him; apparently, 'thinking for himself' doesn't actually override the suggestion that he should find his kouhai's butt delicious, so the wave of sensations that hit him then are a mix of horror and nigh-incomprehensible pleasure. Even with the order not to move, his body subconsciously shivers, the bulge in his boxers straining to break free, and it's with a certain unwillingness that Nitori retracts his tongue, trying to get back what little hold on his own mind he has left.
He's lucid enough to pay attention to what Momo's saying at least, though... he has to wonder if that's not just the hypnosis in action, compelling him to hang on the other boy's every word - regardless, he realises that when Momo says they're in the testing phase, not out of it, that means this isn't over yet, that there will be some new humiliation waiting for him once this is over, and the fact that this is only the start fills him with horror over what might be next.
How the hell did they go from swimming to rimming, anyway?
Regardless, Momo finally gets off him, and Nitori, with his lust-addled mind, catches sight of how damn hard he is. He's more than a little unsure of what to say here, considering there are so many things he wants to shout right now. ]
May god (Momo) have mercy on them both. It's getting more terrible.
It's quite horrifying, those few seconds where he sees Momo's backside descending upon him, struggling to slide out of the way only to remember that he can't move, forced to sit there as the other boy up and sits on his face, feeling his shoulders ache to support this sudden new weight. To say he's humiliated beyond words is putting lightly, and his revulsion is made clear by his muffled cries (that, of course, will be heard by no-one outside of their dorm room). God, he's so ashamed he swears he's gonna die.
Which doesn't get any better when, after Momo starts grinding against him, an open-mouthed Nitori finds his tongue scraping against the ass in his face, licking him once more, and he swears the world has something against him; apparently, 'thinking for himself' doesn't actually override the suggestion that he should find his kouhai's butt delicious, so the wave of sensations that hit him then are a mix of horror and nigh-incomprehensible pleasure. Even with the order not to move, his body subconsciously shivers, the bulge in his boxers straining to break free, and it's with a certain unwillingness that Nitori retracts his tongue, trying to get back what little hold on his own mind he has left.
He's lucid enough to pay attention to what Momo's saying at least, though... he has to wonder if that's not just the hypnosis in action, compelling him to hang on the other boy's every word - regardless, he realises that when Momo says they're in the testing phase, not out of it, that means this isn't over yet, that there will be some new humiliation waiting for him once this is over, and the fact that this is only the start fills him with horror over what might be next.
How the hell did they go from swimming to rimming, anyway?
Regardless, Momo finally gets off him, and Nitori, with his lust-addled mind, catches sight of how damn hard he is. He's more than a little unsure of what to say here, considering there are so many things he wants to shout right now. ]
I think I'm going to be sick...