[ He realises, on some level, that he's more or less become his kouhai's toy at this point, that all his protests and refusals to play along are just egging Momo on and making things even worse for him, but he doesn't want to accept it; the idea that Momo could think so little of him really is more than he can handle, something he feels compelled to deny, just as a part of him is still trying to pretend his situation isn't as dire as it really is.
It's not lost on him, that precum's being rubbed into his hair, but he still feels compelled to hold still, to just sit there and muse over how he'll need to wash it later (if there even is a 'later' for him, at this point). He's still thinking over what to say when Momo's hand is on him, playing with his dick, and Nitori bites down on his bottom lip to try to, fail to, stifle a gasp. ]
Sto--
[ No, no. Further stimulation is hardly what he needs right now, especially when he understands asking him to stop will only encourage Momo, and keeping himself restrained is getting harder by the second. Suddenly Momo's logic is making more and more sense.
Although, only Momo of all people could say something like that. It's one of those things that means Nitori's not sure how to handle him, might even have been endearing, under any other circumstances.
Because, once again, he's being given choices that really aren't choices at all; he prefers the first option, all things considered, since the most recent thing he jerked off to is just one of his mags, most of which are still lodged under the top bunk where he hasn't had the chance to move them yet. Again, only Momo could think these two ideas are even remotely comparable.
It's at that last option that he shudders, skin tingling, desperately trying to not make it obvious that that insignificant, small, stupid suggestion is still affecting him. That being able to kiss that damn ass is beyond appealing to him right now. ]
H... [ He takes a second, needs to get control of his breathing before he can speak again. He's looking at Momo through half-lidded eyes by now, mind all the more muddled. ] How would I know?
[ He's heard of it before, yes, post-hypnotic suggestions, ideas and orders that would remain lodged in his head longer after he's released from this hypnosis, but he's hardly about to share that with Momo. He's just keeping Momo talking, hoping that, if he plays along and answers his questions, he can avoid being given any new commands for as long as possible. ]
He sure doesn't /feel/ lucky right now.
It's not lost on him, that precum's being rubbed into his hair, but he still feels compelled to hold still, to just sit there and muse over how he'll need to wash it later (if there even is a 'later' for him, at this point). He's still thinking over what to say when Momo's hand is on him, playing with his dick, and Nitori bites down on his bottom lip to try to, fail to, stifle a gasp. ]
Sto--
[ No, no. Further stimulation is hardly what he needs right now, especially when he understands asking him to stop will only encourage Momo, and keeping himself restrained is getting harder by the second. Suddenly Momo's logic is making more and more sense.
Although, only Momo of all people could say something like that. It's one of those things that means Nitori's not sure how to handle him, might even have been endearing, under any other circumstances.
Because, once again, he's being given choices that really aren't choices at all; he prefers the first option, all things considered, since the most recent thing he jerked off to is just one of his mags, most of which are still lodged under the top bunk where he hasn't had the chance to move them yet. Again, only Momo could think these two ideas are even remotely comparable.
It's at that last option that he shudders, skin tingling, desperately trying to not make it obvious that that insignificant, small, stupid suggestion is still affecting him. That being able to kiss that damn ass is beyond appealing to him right now. ]
H... [ He takes a second, needs to get control of his breathing before he can speak again. He's looking at Momo through half-lidded eyes by now, mind all the more muddled. ] How would I know?
[ He's heard of it before, yes, post-hypnotic suggestions, ideas and orders that would remain lodged in his head longer after he's released from this hypnosis, but he's hardly about to share that with Momo. He's just keeping Momo talking, hoping that, if he plays along and answers his questions, he can avoid being given any new commands for as long as possible. ]