Mo Ran's visual appeal was in a range he hadn't expected. Maybe he ought to have put more consideration into what he wore but what Tomoe considered cheap was still not that inexpensive. Besides, they had already agreed to sleep together. No further convincing was necessary.
Maybe it was Mo Ran's height that made Tomoe wobble off balance in his mind upon first seeing him. At 6'1, it's uncommon to find a man who could match up while living in Japan. And that stunning long hair... That, he expected the least of all. In all honesty he had assumed Mo Ran's appearance would be far plainer.
Well! Things were looking up from an already bright spot. And speaking of looking up, Tomoe was being forced to do that. Right out of the gate, huh? There was usually a little more conversation to these types of encounters. Not a lot, but a sort of awkward dance while one adjusted from the everyday dust of the real world into the closeted boundaries where filthy sexual fantasies were acted out.
"Why?" Tomoe doesn't resist. As he'd suggested in their conversation there were few things he would refuse to do, or endure. It was a pleasurable touch in its simplicity; setting the stage for Mo Ran as his dominant for the evening.
The question was genuine. Tomoe had not given him a reason for doubt, as far as he could judge. Did young men lose their nerve? That was probably true. Tomoe had been told three times this week alone he had a lot of nerve. Showing up to let a complete stranger use and abuse his body probably took a degree of recklessness Tomoe forgot other people didn't have.
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Maybe it was Mo Ran's height that made Tomoe wobble off balance in his mind upon first seeing him. At 6'1, it's uncommon to find a man who could match up while living in Japan. And that stunning long hair... That, he expected the least of all. In all honesty he had assumed Mo Ran's appearance would be far plainer.
Well! Things were looking up from an already bright spot. And speaking of looking up, Tomoe was being forced to do that. Right out of the gate, huh? There was usually a little more conversation to these types of encounters. Not a lot, but a sort of awkward dance while one adjusted from the everyday dust of the real world into the closeted boundaries where filthy sexual fantasies were acted out.
"Why?" Tomoe doesn't resist. As he'd suggested in their conversation there were few things he would refuse to do, or endure. It was a pleasurable touch in its simplicity; setting the stage for Mo Ran as his dominant for the evening.
The question was genuine. Tomoe had not given him a reason for doubt, as far as he could judge. Did young men lose their nerve? That was probably true. Tomoe had been told three times this week alone he had a lot of nerve. Showing up to let a complete stranger use and abuse his body probably took a degree of recklessness Tomoe forgot other people didn't have.