// afo/tomura

“You’re doing well, Tomura.”

Tomura found himself sitting in his sensei’s lap, thighs trembling as he struggled to remain still. His master’s cock was buried deep inside of him, filling him to the brim as the larger man’s presence consumed all of his senses.

He had come by to speak about his next plans post-USJ, upset with his failure. Though AFO told him this was merely a single obstacle, it upset him greatly, and he couldn’t deny his guidance.

“M-Master...I don’t know how long I can stay here,” Tomura gulped, unable to relax completely with a fat, twitching cock inside of him. “Like this, I don’t think I can-”

“But you /can,/ Tomura. You’ve already been so good for me,” AFO cooed. He ran his large hands up the small boy’s back, pulling him against his chest. “You came here regarding your failure...why, I wonder? I think you deserve a reward for such a valiant effort.”

Reward. The praises were music to his ears. He kissed his master’s neck, the space against his broad shoulder the perfect resting place. It felt like home. He would stay here forever if he could, AFO's warmth the only thing that made him feel like the itch had finally gone away.