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It had been years since Hanatarou considered what he was doing immoral, but that didn't stop his embarrassment, nor the need to keep his lips firmly closed and silent. It was well into the night, so he didn't worry that anyone would notice the imprint of his teeth in his bottom lip. The walls were thin (would paper-thin be appropriate?) so he knew that quieting his voice, no matter how good the stroking of his hand felt, was vitally important. There was no way he could stand the teasing that blossomed in his imagination.

Breathing, that was hard to control too, and most of the time his laboured panting was the only sign he was doing something other than sleeping. At times, he had to bury his face deep into his pillow to mask the sound, especially near the end.

This wasn't one of those times. In fact, Hanatarou had just entered what he considered 'the danger zone' of making noise when something tore the blanket off his warm little body.

"Uwah-!" he (wanted to shout) whispered, and stared up in horror at--at--who was that? Was he wearing..a stocking over his face?! W-what the hell ._. (Right after that thought, Hanatarou realized he was still holding himself, and let go while trying to curl up in a ball of embarrassed shame).

He started to say 'it's not what you think!' or 'w-what's wrong?' or 'please go away and let me finish!' (no, not that one!) when the large figure reached down and engulfed Hanatarou's erection with his hand. Oh noooo- ;_;

"!!! Please stop!" Hanatarou tried in vain to push him away, to move his arm, but his hands were so small compared the muscled ones above him. Nothing happened except the rushing pleasure that reminded Hanatarou how close he'd been to releasing the day's tension and a relaxed comfy sleep. The closer he got now, like a threatening waterfall, only increased the tight bunching of his shoulders.

The huge fist jerked him off a few more times, and Hanatarou thought he could see a grin before he squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered, "Aaah-- aah noo-" and came despite his best effort not to. His body trembled as the spurts of come dirtied his night-clothes, and he tried desperately not to think of how good that had felt.

A few seconds later, staring blankly at the floor as he brought his knees closer to his chest, Hanatarou heard a deep-voiced chuckle followed by his door closing. After a little while, he realized dully that he would have to wash his pillow-case as well, since he'd gotten tears all over it.

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