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firsteditionbfs) wrote2022-10-25 09:49 am
firsteditionbfs) wrote2022-10-25 09:49 am
commission thing real quick (dubcon tw)
People like anime. Minoru would even go as far as to say that the vast majority of Japan likes or has liked some sort of anime at some point in their lives. This is normal and fine. Minoru has always been more of a sports (and then idol) guy himself, but he understands it all.
Sometimes he thinks that maybe Arisu likes anime a little too much.
For example:
When she is sitting there in front of him with sparkly eyes, holding up what is very clearly an explicit BL manga, and positioned next to what is clearly a model of a penis (thick veins and all? why?) that is way too long and way too thick and it's just right there in the open space of her apartment.
Minoru thought that the weirdest his life could ever possibly get was when he accidentally aced an idol addition while crossdressing when all he meant to do was support a crush of his. Funny how life aims to prove him wrong every single day after that.
"You want to what," he says flatly, as though maybe if he just questions everything enough times, then maybe reality will do him a favor and go back to how he's pretty sure it should be. This sort of thing has never worked before, granted, but you never know. Maybe one day, denial will work out for him.
Just not today, and Ria's bright sparkling smile turns a little more sly and teasing - an expression he's seen more than once and often to his detriment. "Hey, it's not good to lose your hearing this early in your idol career, you know? I'm asking you to let me try out a strap on you! Every night would be best, but I'll be nice and considerate of the times when we have to perform."
"Oh, thanks for the consideration- wait, wait, wait!" Minoru smacks a hand through the air, eyes wide underneath his furrowed eyebrows. "That's not the issue here!"
"Ooooh, nice comedy routine~."
At this rate, his entire life is a comedy routine. Minoru is positive on that front. Yet there's not really anything he can say against that, so he just forges head as best he can. "Why exactly should I be taking a dildo like that!? I'm not even gay like that!"
Shifting her grip on the manga to just one hand, Ria presses a now free finger to her cheek. "Hey, that's pretty narrow-minded, you know. There are plenty of straight guys who take straps in a variety of ways. It's not just a thing for gay guys. You see it everywhere, honestly!"
"What 'everywhere' are you going to?"
Somehow, he is wholly unsurprised when Ria just cheerfully holds up the manga that she's had this entire conversation, and Minoru has to drag his hands down his face. And then, because he guesses he's still a curious teenage boy at heart as much as he's a cute idol, he accepts the book to flip through it. Just out of scientific curiosity, honestly. And maybe less scientific curiosity.
In a lot of ways, it's exactly the kind of hentai that one would expect, in that it's like any hentai that Minoru has ever seen in his life. Not that he's read a lot, of course, just, you know, the average amount for a teenage boy. But there's cartoonishly large assets for people of any gender, the scenarios are utterly outlandish, and ever single page from the climax-of-the-climax seems to involve the body doing things that it is physically impossible for the human body to do.
Minoru would know. Since becoming an idol, he's had to do a lot of things he doesn't think he would have been made to do if he could have somehow stuck to sports.
Which says a lot about idol training.
And the hentai that Ria has apparently reading for who knows how long.
At the end of his long read, all Minoru can do is snap the book shut with both hands and looks up at Ria with an expression even he can't begin to describe, for all that it's on his own face. His facial muscles are certainly doing something! It's just a mystery what. "I am absolutely not doing this!" he yells, leaning forward and feel that Ria is definitely way too relaxed considering what she's asking of him. "Are you crazy!? That's not just something you would ask of anyone! Not a girl, not a guy, nobody!"
"But I'm asking you, aren't I?" Ria asks, playing up that innocent act she has going on. "Come on, won't you do it?" She bats her eyelashes. "Pretty please, for your dear companion in the world of idols?"
He has a bad feeling. He has such a terrible, bad, absolutely no-good feeling churning in his stomach. But a man has to have a firm line he'll never cross! Things that he just won't do! And maybe things that he absolutely can't do, because they're not physically possible for the human body to accomplish, and that's just that. So Minoru draws himself straight up as much as he possibly can. "No, absolutely not. There's nothing you can say that will make me go along with this!"
"Eeeeeeh.... Then I better let the doorman downstairs know that when he sees the girl with blond hair, it's actually a guy -"
"Wait, wait, hold on!"
If there's anything lucky about this situation, it's that Ria made sure to clear out any housekeeping that might pop in otherwise, and so it's just going to be the two of them the entire time. No risk of anyone finding them getting up to... any of this. Minoru is pretty sure he'd die of embarrassment like that.
And Ria is pretty understanding in other ways, which kind of catches him off-guard. While he's still wearing Minori's lipstick, the makeup, even the feminine shirt he'd made sure to put over jeans, well... She doesn't mind if he takes off the wig and carefully set it to the side.
She doesn't ask about it, granted, although he might be a little relieved for that. It's just a dumb thing that matters only to him and no one else will (ever, EVER) know about. But Minori is meant to be a chaste idol who lives for the fans. That's the whole thing behind those kind of "no love life" rules in the first place. This sure isn't any sort of love relationship, but, well. He still wants to keep what he can of 'Minori' away from it all.
...Honestly, if anything, it seems to make Ria even more happy with how the afternoon is going, but Minoru isn't wholly sure he wants to ask about that.
All he can do is settle awkwardly down on a pillow in her room, resisting the urge to pluck at the top he's still wearing. Without the wig, he somehow feels a little more awkward about all of this even not counting the thing he's going to do to the.... long... weird.... way too thick dildo that Ria is fiddling with while completely - okay yeah she's just completely pantsless for this. Skirtless too. The entire thing, waist down, just, bare.
When he thinks about that, he doesn't think as much about what top he's wearing.
"Are you sure that sort of thing is going to fit?" he asks for the second time, eyeing it up with no small amount of trepidation. "It doesn't seem like it's going to fit."
"It's fine, it's fine," Ria reassures him, although she's not going to be the one trying to fit that thing past her teeth. Real easy for her to say. "Besides, you have a really big mouth because you're a boy, right? If anyone can do it, then it should be you especially, Minoru-kun~."
It is so far besides the point, but her words don't stop the rather literal knee-jerk words of, "Can you at least say I have a big mouth because I'm an idol!?" That's about all he can get out, however, before she's finally stepping in front of him, and that dildo just... looms right there in front of her face. Thanks to the straps that Ria has around her thighs, clearly they're pretty secure. Probably. However, her hand nudges it up a little more so that it's all the more intimidating, and he gulps.
He'd known that he didn't want to do it just when he'd seen the dildo just sitting there besides her. Now, with it inches from his face, the uncertainty is hitting him like a truck. "Hey-"
"Mn, just like that, Minoru-kun! Good job!" And then there's those little fingers in his hair, yanking his head forward right when he's in the middle of speaking, and that's that. That's the thick girth of the dildo stretching his lips open, lipstick still lingering there. He thinks he can taste some of that chalky texture against his tongue, but Minoru has no idea. Not really. There's just the stretch, the ache of his jaw, as Ria pushes right on through and ignores any muffled complaints against plastic.
Minoru's tongue flexes helplessly against the intrustion, in time with the spasming of his fingers against his thighs. He tries to make another helpless noise, but it's no use. The thing is so damn thick; all the sound is coming from the very base of his throat. The very part of him that the dildo presses even further down to, with Ria's fingers winding in his hair.
"No, not like this..." The only truly clear sound would be from Ria herself as she frowns and mutters to herself. With his mouth so totally filled, it's impossible for Minoru to look up at her properly. His eyes strain, trying to see more of what her face is expression, but it's no use. Just the kneading of her fingers, and then a sigh. "Okay, hold on, Minoru-kun. I'm going to see if I can get this down a little bit better..."
There's no way for him to ask what this means. All he can do is try to hold out at least a little bit, Ria's fingers stinging where they pull against his hair while her hips awkwardly shift backwards. It's not a smooth movement by any means. With so little space available in his mouth, it grinds down hard against his tongue, pulling on it, and he can feel it bump against hiss own teeth. Only with a lot of effort can he pant around it, rough breath expelling out through his nose.
Plastic shifts in his mouth, against his lips, and he thinks that's Ria's fingers which bump along his chin. "Okay! I'm gonna try again. I'll get it right this time! Jeez, it looked so much easier in the manga..."
He wants to say that of course it looked easier in the manga because manga always lies when it comes to the really real stuff. He wants to say that he's struggling a little bit to breathe and that there's an ache all along his jaw. He wants to say that she should take it slower, that he needs a moment to adjust and get used to, just... all of this, which is so much.
Not when he can't say a single thing at all, and then Ria is grabbing at his hair with both of her hands to drive straight down his throat.
Immediately his hands fly upward, scrambling against the petite curve of her thighs and hips as the pressure fills him up from the inside out. It's so much - more, feeling it bear down against the back of his throat, bulge out from inside. He breathes out frantically, in out in out in out, from his nose, and it's not good. It's nothing. Just air, reaching the back of his nasal cavity, and having nowhere else to actually go. Frantic, panicked, his heart beats all the harder, and sends his lungs into overtime.
Distant and faint, over the thunderous cacophony of his heartbeat, he thinks he can hear Ria make some sort of noise. What noise, exactly, is impossible, only that it's low, and tight, and thus far too quiet compared to his heart and the creak of her strap. He barely hears her when she actually speaks.
"Oh-! Oh. So that's - just like that! Alright, I've got it." Breathless, excited, maybe - Minoru can barely even make out the words let alone the real feelings behind them.
Not with that thickness pressing so far down into his throat he nearly thinks he could swallow it into his stomach.
And then she's pulling back again, the journey a little smoother, not as clunky, and Minoru gasps in what air he can possibly manage with his nose alone, drool slipping out of his mouth as it's pulled along with the dildo. It's not the only reason his face is suddenly wet in every possible way. Not with how his eyes are tearing up, spilling over his cheeks, ruining the eyeliner he'd so carefully applied earlier that morning when he'd first gotten this invitation he should have never accepted.
There's absolutely no stopping on Ria's end, even with all of this. All Minoru gets as grace is that moment of gulping down whatever air he can, and then she's right back down, his throat convulsing all around the gaudy pink that she'd chosen to violate the very depths of his lungs.
Later on, he'll remember he has the strength advantage. He'll remember that maybe, at any point, he could have shoved her away from him for more air. He'll remember a lot of things, and ponder if he actually would have done any of it. But in the moment, right there on his knees, all he can focus on is the way her fingers twine in his hair and the grind of her strap sliding right back down against his tongue. The pulse of heat down in his stomach.
With every thrust, Ria seems to get a little bit better. Or, at least, she's not so clumsy as she pumps in and out of his throat, her panting heavy and almost wet as her hips work. Minoru tries to make it easier for himself, too, of course. Tries to grip at her hips, fingers fumbling against the straps along her thighs. No use. She just smacks his fingers aside when they get a little too secure on the straps. "Nuh uh, Minoru-kun," she says, breath rougher from all her effort. Even when he squirms there on the floor, makes incoherent noises against the weight of her, she doesn't relent. "You made a promise, so just stay riiiiight there."
It's not like he even has a choice, honestly. Like he can get himself to think of anything except the desperate strain of his lungs, aching nearly as much as the tension in his thighs. Every little bit of him feels as though he's floating, drifting, until soon it's just him and the ache that doesn't even feel physical.
There's only him, and that weight pressing out from within his throat.
"And that's why I told you that it was too freakin' big!?!"
At least Ria seems to have the gall to look embarrassed. Not nearly as embarrassed or shameful as Minoru personally thinks she should be, but, you know. There are some traces of it with the way her hands are folded behind her back, and her fidgeting. "Well, the manga just made it look so easy," she says sheepishly. "And since you have a talen in so many other things, Minoru-kun, I thought for sure it would be no snap for you. After all, isn't it said that guys who are really sporty and athletic have an easier time swallowing down dicks?"
Minoru drags his hands down his whole face, until it feels like he might snap off his own lower eyelids. "Who the hell says anything like that!?"
"Oh, you know."
In fact, he doesn't know, and he makes sure to press on that fact with a dead eyed stare in her direction, hands now tugging a bit at his cheeks in their descent downwards and potentially to the core of the earth.
That's enough for her to break, fingertips pressing against one another in front of her as she admits, "He was in a manga that I read..." Hentai. It was definitely a hentai doujinshi she's talking about, probably to do with a sports club. He just knows it. "But, hey, now I know for next time! I'll definitely get a smaller size so that it's not as bad. To make it up to you..." Batting her eyelashes, she reaches up and plucks at the collar of her shirt. "You can do whatever you want to me - EAAAAAN, I MEAN, YOU CAN USE THE BATHROOM TO CLEAN UP! And I'll get you something to help your throat. You sound really rough, Minoru-kun!"
Minoru lowers the thick hentai he was about to smack her stupid trope-filled brain with, frowning. Frankly, he could use a shower to freshen up a bit. Not only does he need to redo his makeup and tidy up his wig once more, but somehow, despite sitting down doing honestly not a lot, he feels super sweaty. And... some other stuff, too.
Something to drink for the soreness in just about his entire throat would honestly be pretty great too.
So, huffing, he sets down the book and points right at her. "No funny business!" he warns her, before he heads over to where he knows the bathrooms are.
At least he does have to admit that the bathrooms in Ria's apartment are really nice. Like, loads nicer than the bathrooms that were in his family's home when they all still lived there, and definitely a good bit nicer than the bathrooms over in the idol dorms. For the first time in what feels like ages, Minoru takes in and releases a nice long breath just to himself.
....And he makes sure to lock the door behind him, too, just in case.
It's not just because he thinks that she might get up to some funny business or tease him (although he does think that, too). It's not just because he wants at least a little more privacy as well as he carefully peels out of his clothes to set them to the side to dry. But, rather, there's something else that he's more concerned about. The 'something else' that is responsible for why the inside of his underwear is just a little bit wet, and that 'something else' is still pretty hard after having been constrained inside his tight pants and carefully tucked.
Minoru makes a face. It's a good thing he's always been careful with the kind of jeans he wears, and his tucking even beyond just that. He's positive Ria didn't pick up on it, or else she never would have let him live it down. She probably wouldn't have left him alone, either. At least he has the bathroom to himself for a bit.
Once upon a time, he did live with his sister and his mother in the same house as him. He knows how to get rid of a little frustration in the shower without them ever picking up on a thing.
Sometimes he thinks that maybe Arisu likes anime a little too much.
For example:
When she is sitting there in front of him with sparkly eyes, holding up what is very clearly an explicit BL manga, and positioned next to what is clearly a model of a penis (thick veins and all? why?) that is way too long and way too thick and it's just right there in the open space of her apartment.
Minoru thought that the weirdest his life could ever possibly get was when he accidentally aced an idol addition while crossdressing when all he meant to do was support a crush of his. Funny how life aims to prove him wrong every single day after that.
"You want to what," he says flatly, as though maybe if he just questions everything enough times, then maybe reality will do him a favor and go back to how he's pretty sure it should be. This sort of thing has never worked before, granted, but you never know. Maybe one day, denial will work out for him.
Just not today, and Ria's bright sparkling smile turns a little more sly and teasing - an expression he's seen more than once and often to his detriment. "Hey, it's not good to lose your hearing this early in your idol career, you know? I'm asking you to let me try out a strap on you! Every night would be best, but I'll be nice and considerate of the times when we have to perform."
"Oh, thanks for the consideration- wait, wait, wait!" Minoru smacks a hand through the air, eyes wide underneath his furrowed eyebrows. "That's not the issue here!"
"Ooooh, nice comedy routine~."
At this rate, his entire life is a comedy routine. Minoru is positive on that front. Yet there's not really anything he can say against that, so he just forges head as best he can. "Why exactly should I be taking a dildo like that!? I'm not even gay like that!"
Shifting her grip on the manga to just one hand, Ria presses a now free finger to her cheek. "Hey, that's pretty narrow-minded, you know. There are plenty of straight guys who take straps in a variety of ways. It's not just a thing for gay guys. You see it everywhere, honestly!"
"What 'everywhere' are you going to?"
Somehow, he is wholly unsurprised when Ria just cheerfully holds up the manga that she's had this entire conversation, and Minoru has to drag his hands down his face. And then, because he guesses he's still a curious teenage boy at heart as much as he's a cute idol, he accepts the book to flip through it. Just out of scientific curiosity, honestly. And maybe less scientific curiosity.
In a lot of ways, it's exactly the kind of hentai that one would expect, in that it's like any hentai that Minoru has ever seen in his life. Not that he's read a lot, of course, just, you know, the average amount for a teenage boy. But there's cartoonishly large assets for people of any gender, the scenarios are utterly outlandish, and ever single page from the climax-of-the-climax seems to involve the body doing things that it is physically impossible for the human body to do.
Minoru would know. Since becoming an idol, he's had to do a lot of things he doesn't think he would have been made to do if he could have somehow stuck to sports.
Which says a lot about idol training.
And the hentai that Ria has apparently reading for who knows how long.
At the end of his long read, all Minoru can do is snap the book shut with both hands and looks up at Ria with an expression even he can't begin to describe, for all that it's on his own face. His facial muscles are certainly doing something! It's just a mystery what. "I am absolutely not doing this!" he yells, leaning forward and feel that Ria is definitely way too relaxed considering what she's asking of him. "Are you crazy!? That's not just something you would ask of anyone! Not a girl, not a guy, nobody!"
"But I'm asking you, aren't I?" Ria asks, playing up that innocent act she has going on. "Come on, won't you do it?" She bats her eyelashes. "Pretty please, for your dear companion in the world of idols?"
He has a bad feeling. He has such a terrible, bad, absolutely no-good feeling churning in his stomach. But a man has to have a firm line he'll never cross! Things that he just won't do! And maybe things that he absolutely can't do, because they're not physically possible for the human body to accomplish, and that's just that. So Minoru draws himself straight up as much as he possibly can. "No, absolutely not. There's nothing you can say that will make me go along with this!"
"Eeeeeeh.... Then I better let the doorman downstairs know that when he sees the girl with blond hair, it's actually a guy -"
"Wait, wait, hold on!"
If there's anything lucky about this situation, it's that Ria made sure to clear out any housekeeping that might pop in otherwise, and so it's just going to be the two of them the entire time. No risk of anyone finding them getting up to... any of this. Minoru is pretty sure he'd die of embarrassment like that.
And Ria is pretty understanding in other ways, which kind of catches him off-guard. While he's still wearing Minori's lipstick, the makeup, even the feminine shirt he'd made sure to put over jeans, well... She doesn't mind if he takes off the wig and carefully set it to the side.
She doesn't ask about it, granted, although he might be a little relieved for that. It's just a dumb thing that matters only to him and no one else will (ever, EVER) know about. But Minori is meant to be a chaste idol who lives for the fans. That's the whole thing behind those kind of "no love life" rules in the first place. This sure isn't any sort of love relationship, but, well. He still wants to keep what he can of 'Minori' away from it all.
...Honestly, if anything, it seems to make Ria even more happy with how the afternoon is going, but Minoru isn't wholly sure he wants to ask about that.
All he can do is settle awkwardly down on a pillow in her room, resisting the urge to pluck at the top he's still wearing. Without the wig, he somehow feels a little more awkward about all of this even not counting the thing he's going to do to the.... long... weird.... way too thick dildo that Ria is fiddling with while completely - okay yeah she's just completely pantsless for this. Skirtless too. The entire thing, waist down, just, bare.
When he thinks about that, he doesn't think as much about what top he's wearing.
"Are you sure that sort of thing is going to fit?" he asks for the second time, eyeing it up with no small amount of trepidation. "It doesn't seem like it's going to fit."
"It's fine, it's fine," Ria reassures him, although she's not going to be the one trying to fit that thing past her teeth. Real easy for her to say. "Besides, you have a really big mouth because you're a boy, right? If anyone can do it, then it should be you especially, Minoru-kun~."
It is so far besides the point, but her words don't stop the rather literal knee-jerk words of, "Can you at least say I have a big mouth because I'm an idol!?" That's about all he can get out, however, before she's finally stepping in front of him, and that dildo just... looms right there in front of her face. Thanks to the straps that Ria has around her thighs, clearly they're pretty secure. Probably. However, her hand nudges it up a little more so that it's all the more intimidating, and he gulps.
He'd known that he didn't want to do it just when he'd seen the dildo just sitting there besides her. Now, with it inches from his face, the uncertainty is hitting him like a truck. "Hey-"
"Mn, just like that, Minoru-kun! Good job!" And then there's those little fingers in his hair, yanking his head forward right when he's in the middle of speaking, and that's that. That's the thick girth of the dildo stretching his lips open, lipstick still lingering there. He thinks he can taste some of that chalky texture against his tongue, but Minoru has no idea. Not really. There's just the stretch, the ache of his jaw, as Ria pushes right on through and ignores any muffled complaints against plastic.
Minoru's tongue flexes helplessly against the intrustion, in time with the spasming of his fingers against his thighs. He tries to make another helpless noise, but it's no use. The thing is so damn thick; all the sound is coming from the very base of his throat. The very part of him that the dildo presses even further down to, with Ria's fingers winding in his hair.
"No, not like this..." The only truly clear sound would be from Ria herself as she frowns and mutters to herself. With his mouth so totally filled, it's impossible for Minoru to look up at her properly. His eyes strain, trying to see more of what her face is expression, but it's no use. Just the kneading of her fingers, and then a sigh. "Okay, hold on, Minoru-kun. I'm going to see if I can get this down a little bit better..."
There's no way for him to ask what this means. All he can do is try to hold out at least a little bit, Ria's fingers stinging where they pull against his hair while her hips awkwardly shift backwards. It's not a smooth movement by any means. With so little space available in his mouth, it grinds down hard against his tongue, pulling on it, and he can feel it bump against hiss own teeth. Only with a lot of effort can he pant around it, rough breath expelling out through his nose.
Plastic shifts in his mouth, against his lips, and he thinks that's Ria's fingers which bump along his chin. "Okay! I'm gonna try again. I'll get it right this time! Jeez, it looked so much easier in the manga..."
He wants to say that of course it looked easier in the manga because manga always lies when it comes to the really real stuff. He wants to say that he's struggling a little bit to breathe and that there's an ache all along his jaw. He wants to say that she should take it slower, that he needs a moment to adjust and get used to, just... all of this, which is so much.
Not when he can't say a single thing at all, and then Ria is grabbing at his hair with both of her hands to drive straight down his throat.
Immediately his hands fly upward, scrambling against the petite curve of her thighs and hips as the pressure fills him up from the inside out. It's so much - more, feeling it bear down against the back of his throat, bulge out from inside. He breathes out frantically, in out in out in out, from his nose, and it's not good. It's nothing. Just air, reaching the back of his nasal cavity, and having nowhere else to actually go. Frantic, panicked, his heart beats all the harder, and sends his lungs into overtime.
Distant and faint, over the thunderous cacophony of his heartbeat, he thinks he can hear Ria make some sort of noise. What noise, exactly, is impossible, only that it's low, and tight, and thus far too quiet compared to his heart and the creak of her strap. He barely hears her when she actually speaks.
"Oh-! Oh. So that's - just like that! Alright, I've got it." Breathless, excited, maybe - Minoru can barely even make out the words let alone the real feelings behind them.
Not with that thickness pressing so far down into his throat he nearly thinks he could swallow it into his stomach.
And then she's pulling back again, the journey a little smoother, not as clunky, and Minoru gasps in what air he can possibly manage with his nose alone, drool slipping out of his mouth as it's pulled along with the dildo. It's not the only reason his face is suddenly wet in every possible way. Not with how his eyes are tearing up, spilling over his cheeks, ruining the eyeliner he'd so carefully applied earlier that morning when he'd first gotten this invitation he should have never accepted.
There's absolutely no stopping on Ria's end, even with all of this. All Minoru gets as grace is that moment of gulping down whatever air he can, and then she's right back down, his throat convulsing all around the gaudy pink that she'd chosen to violate the very depths of his lungs.
Later on, he'll remember he has the strength advantage. He'll remember that maybe, at any point, he could have shoved her away from him for more air. He'll remember a lot of things, and ponder if he actually would have done any of it. But in the moment, right there on his knees, all he can focus on is the way her fingers twine in his hair and the grind of her strap sliding right back down against his tongue. The pulse of heat down in his stomach.
With every thrust, Ria seems to get a little bit better. Or, at least, she's not so clumsy as she pumps in and out of his throat, her panting heavy and almost wet as her hips work. Minoru tries to make it easier for himself, too, of course. Tries to grip at her hips, fingers fumbling against the straps along her thighs. No use. She just smacks his fingers aside when they get a little too secure on the straps. "Nuh uh, Minoru-kun," she says, breath rougher from all her effort. Even when he squirms there on the floor, makes incoherent noises against the weight of her, she doesn't relent. "You made a promise, so just stay riiiiight there."
It's not like he even has a choice, honestly. Like he can get himself to think of anything except the desperate strain of his lungs, aching nearly as much as the tension in his thighs. Every little bit of him feels as though he's floating, drifting, until soon it's just him and the ache that doesn't even feel physical.
There's only him, and that weight pressing out from within his throat.
"And that's why I told you that it was too freakin' big!?!"
At least Ria seems to have the gall to look embarrassed. Not nearly as embarrassed or shameful as Minoru personally thinks she should be, but, you know. There are some traces of it with the way her hands are folded behind her back, and her fidgeting. "Well, the manga just made it look so easy," she says sheepishly. "And since you have a talen in so many other things, Minoru-kun, I thought for sure it would be no snap for you. After all, isn't it said that guys who are really sporty and athletic have an easier time swallowing down dicks?"
Minoru drags his hands down his whole face, until it feels like he might snap off his own lower eyelids. "Who the hell says anything like that!?"
"Oh, you know."
In fact, he doesn't know, and he makes sure to press on that fact with a dead eyed stare in her direction, hands now tugging a bit at his cheeks in their descent downwards and potentially to the core of the earth.
That's enough for her to break, fingertips pressing against one another in front of her as she admits, "He was in a manga that I read..." Hentai. It was definitely a hentai doujinshi she's talking about, probably to do with a sports club. He just knows it. "But, hey, now I know for next time! I'll definitely get a smaller size so that it's not as bad. To make it up to you..." Batting her eyelashes, she reaches up and plucks at the collar of her shirt. "You can do whatever you want to me - EAAAAAN, I MEAN, YOU CAN USE THE BATHROOM TO CLEAN UP! And I'll get you something to help your throat. You sound really rough, Minoru-kun!"
Minoru lowers the thick hentai he was about to smack her stupid trope-filled brain with, frowning. Frankly, he could use a shower to freshen up a bit. Not only does he need to redo his makeup and tidy up his wig once more, but somehow, despite sitting down doing honestly not a lot, he feels super sweaty. And... some other stuff, too.
Something to drink for the soreness in just about his entire throat would honestly be pretty great too.
So, huffing, he sets down the book and points right at her. "No funny business!" he warns her, before he heads over to where he knows the bathrooms are.
At least he does have to admit that the bathrooms in Ria's apartment are really nice. Like, loads nicer than the bathrooms that were in his family's home when they all still lived there, and definitely a good bit nicer than the bathrooms over in the idol dorms. For the first time in what feels like ages, Minoru takes in and releases a nice long breath just to himself.
....And he makes sure to lock the door behind him, too, just in case.
It's not just because he thinks that she might get up to some funny business or tease him (although he does think that, too). It's not just because he wants at least a little more privacy as well as he carefully peels out of his clothes to set them to the side to dry. But, rather, there's something else that he's more concerned about. The 'something else' that is responsible for why the inside of his underwear is just a little bit wet, and that 'something else' is still pretty hard after having been constrained inside his tight pants and carefully tucked.
Minoru makes a face. It's a good thing he's always been careful with the kind of jeans he wears, and his tucking even beyond just that. He's positive Ria didn't pick up on it, or else she never would have let him live it down. She probably wouldn't have left him alone, either. At least he has the bathroom to himself for a bit.
Once upon a time, he did live with his sister and his mother in the same house as him. He knows how to get rid of a little frustration in the shower without them ever picking up on a thing.