[ His scoff is incredulous. Come on. He's got a nose like a hawk, he's missing an eye, he's still a little too scrawny, still can't get that facial hair to come in right yet. Majima doesn't think he's cute at all. That's an emotion entirely relegated to Goromi, who instead knows she's the best looking thing in any room. He only has that kind of confidence when he's at a distance from himself. He's warped, his perceptions of himself ugly and unkind. There is no telling what was said to him in the Hole, things imprinted on him with darkness and humiliation that he only forgets when he's someone else. ]
Shut up. [ A breathy purr under his touch. Majima hooks a knee at Nishitani's hip and encourages the pressure. ] That ain't gonna convince me t'let ya stay.
[ It's fuck and get out. What a cruel mistress. He rolls his hips up lazily, back arching off the floor with a murmur of pleasure. ]
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Shut up. [ A breathy purr under his touch. Majima hooks a knee at Nishitani's hip and encourages the pressure. ] That ain't gonna convince me t'let ya stay.
[ It's fuck and get out. What a cruel mistress. He rolls his hips up lazily, back arching off the floor with a murmur of pleasure. ]