Take a seat.

With him sitting on the floor, with his back against the wall, you very quickly settle into his lap. Giving his cock a quick zap of magic, it springs back to life instantly between your legs. Chuckling to yourself, you close them, squeezing it between your thighs. An odd whimper comes out of his mouth and his head rolls back. His hands come forwards and grab your hips, but instead of pushing you off, he starts rolling you against him. "You're such a freak Izu-kun," you snicker, shuffling your feet to change up your angles.

Playing into his kink, you twist around and push your armpit into his face. He inhales deeply and his hands gain strength, making you move faster. Your panties are becoming slick with a mix of cum, pre-cum and your own juices, and you start to moan too as the fabric starts to rub against you. Craning his head sideways, he plants his lips around your pit, sucking and lapping at your sweat greedily. Giggling, you grind into him a little harder, and subtly thin out your panty's fabric.

The combination of the rough movements and slick fluids rips the now flimsy fabric apart, and a pair of gasps ring out when hot rod meets a hard button. Your legs shudder and a squirt of pre-cum and your juices splash out onto your thighs, adding to the lubrication. Biting your lip, you flex your legs and start to awkwardly lift yourself up and down. Noticing his cockhead poke out, you lick your hand and make a dome with your fingers. Setting it into position, you clench your fist around his cockhead and swirl your palm, stimulating him even more.

His toes splay out and you feel his teeth. Looking back, you see his face in a grimace, and his body looking and feeling a little skinnier than before. He bites down into you, but whatever pain you feel is nothing compared to the ecstasy of him exploding in your thighs and his cum basting your fingers. You rub them against his cockhead when he's finished, before lifting your hand up and holding it against the light. They glimmer and glean in a lewd, sexual slimy shine, dribbling down and collecting in large globs. Craning your head back, you open your mouth wide and your tongue flattens out against your chin, just the first glob falls free.

It lands square on your tongue and a tingle runs down your spine. It is so good. Dipping your fingers into your mouth, you suck them clean, one-by-one. Behind you, Izu is panting heavily, drained of fluids and energy, on the verge of collapse. "Izu-kun," you coo, your eyes turning into slits momentarily and a malicious grin forming on your face, "it's my turn now."