MANLY MEN SHOWING THEIR RESOLVE

Adachi smirks at him, pressing his fingertip in just enough that he can wet it on Souji's tongue before he drags it down across his chin. Then it's on his neck, and his chest, his belly, and finally his crotch, trailing heat. His palm comes to a stop against Souji's ♥♥♥♥, pressing lightly through the fabric, and Souji viciously bites down on his lip to keep a sound of surprise in as he glares at him. This is taking all those cruel, teasing words too far - there's no need to actually show him what he can't have.

"Look, I bet it won't take anything to get you hard for me... You'll be begging for it soon," one of the clones mutters against his neck. The hand on his ass curls, squeezing the flesh in its palm as Adachi unbuckles Souji's belt, which clinks loudly in the relative silence, and the sound of his zipper being pulled down makes him frown even harder.

"C'mon, tell me about it. Did you think about me ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ you up there in your bedroom? My hand on your ♥♥♥♥? Man, I should've taken the chance while I could. Guess I was too busy worrying you'd snitch to Dojima-san, though."

"I didn't think about you," Souji grits out, but it gives way to a groan when Adachi's hand slips into his underwear and touches his ♥♥♥♥. He can't help the urge to look down and watch.

"Eh? Don't lie to me. I can tell when you are, you know! You thought about me - say it," demands one of the clones. The hand on his waist slips up under his shirt, pinching at his skin, but he shakes his head.

"I didn't."

"That's disappointing... I thought about you. Geez, I bet you would've looked so good on your knees pleading for my ♥♥♥♥. I wonder if I can get you to do it now?" Adachi's hand is insistent on Souji's ♥♥♥♥, stroking him until he starts to get hard, and Souji's body betrays him just enough for his hips to twitch up into that grip.

"See? I told you that you wanted it." Adachi grins, his thumb rubbing against the underside until Souji's head falls back against one of the clone's shoulders. Their hands are everywhere, fingers plucking his shirt open so another set of them can pinch his nipples, pushing into his mouth, digging into the flesh of his ass. And Adachi just keeps smiling at him, his crooked grin right in front of Souji's face. "You want it."

Souji doesn't mean to moan, but it happens anyway, stifled only by the fingers in his mouth. The hand on his ♥♥♥♥ is teasing him, making his hips strain forward for more, and Adachi smirks as he pulls it away.

"Say it."

Souji twists against the hold on him. He bites at the fingers between his teeth until they pull out, because he's not going to say it, he can't say it, not when things have turned out like this. Any circumstance but this, he'd say it. And still, he wants.

"What are you so upset for? You don't have to make this hard on yourself. Just say you want me to ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. Say it and I'll do it." Still wet with his own saliva, the bitten fingers push down the back of his uniform pants, one of them roughly rubbing against his hole with every intention of pressing inside. But no matter how he waits, it doesn't. He groans, shaking at the effort of not giving in to that command.

"C'mon, I'm not gonna keep offering it to you so nicely. You'll have to take me up on it soon or else it's gone- and then you'll never get the chance. Are you really willing to give that up?"

"I... want it," Souji grits out, embarrassed that he's been broken so easily and shuddering as that finger finally presses into him.

Adachi smiles, looking so pleased as he wraps his hand around Souji's ♥♥♥♥ again. "You what? I didn't quite hear you."

"I want it," says Souji, more loudly this time.