"Beyond the Threshold of Pain"

Mitsuba's body was a fragile, trembling thing, still reeling from the aftermath of Kou's hand on his cock. The memory of that touch still lingered, a ghostly echo that refused to fade. And yet, Kou's mouth was still on him, still teasing and tormenting his sensitive flesh. Mitsuba's eyes fluttered open, his gaze locking onto Kou's as his body began to protest. He was on the verge of tears, his vision blurring as Kou's tongue danced across his skin. Kou's eyes seemed to bore into his soul, a piercing intensity that left Mitsuba feeling exposed and vulnerable. He tried to speak, to beg Kou to stop, but his voice caught in his throat. All that emerged was a soft, pitiful whimper. Kou's expression didn't change, his eyes still burning with a fierce desire. His mouth continued its gentle assault, tongue and lips moving in a slow, torturous rhythm. Mitsuba's body began to shudder, his chest heaving with sobs. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, spilling down his cheeks as he felt himself being pushed beyond the threshold of pain. He was crying, great, racking sobs that shook his entire body. Kou's hands moved to his face, gently wiping away the tears as his mouth continued its relentless pace. The sensation was too much, a crushing weight that threatened to consume Mitsuba whole. He felt himself being torn apart, his body screaming in protest as Kou's tongue and lips worked their magic. And yet, despite the pain and the pleasure, Mitsuba couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of excitement. He was being used, consumed by Kou's desire, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying. Kou's eyes never left his, a burning intensity that seemed to sear Mitsuba's very soul. He could see the desire there, the hunger that drove Kou to continue his assault. And in that moment, Mitsuba knew he was at Kou's mercy, a fragile, trembling thing at the mercy of a storm. The world around him was a blur, a chaotic mess of sound and color that seemed to fade into the background as Kou's mouth continued its gentle, relentless pace. As the tears continued to flow, Mitsuba felt himself being pushed to the edge, a precipice of pain and pleasure that threatened to consume him whole. He was lost in a world of sensation, a world where nothing existed but Kou's touch and the desire that burned between them. And in that moment, Mitsuba knew he was Kou's, a fragile, trembling thing that would do anything to escape the storm that raged within.