“Uh huh.” Barnaby slowly tilted his head, tongue flicking out to lick a stripe along the curve of one ear. “So then it’s easy to assume you’re not used to much of anything in this body, hm?” A hot puff of breath followed. “It might even be a little cruel of me to take advantage of that… mm, but considering the circumstances - “
Kotetsu could barely make out the words over the thudding of his own pulse, quickly sped up by Barnaby’s too intimate touch that made him jerk a bit in place. No where to go, even just to give a start… something that only enhanced the sharp flow of pure lust that spiked through his system. It was something he’d long since admitted to enjoy - being controlled - but something still rather foreign to this particular form and making him all but squirm against Barnaby’s teasing. “… No…” he eventually managed, still not looking back, but down to where his hand gripped the edge of the counter. “… N-not-” Another clearing of his throat. “Not really… like… that.”
“So then it’s safe to guess you might be a little over sensitive?” Barnaby could scarcely hide his smirk, and just barely did so into the side of Kotetsu’s neck, hair nuzzled aside to press his lips to the fast thud of the teenager’s pulse. A hand idly crept its way down Kotetsu’s chest, plucking at the fabric of his shirt. “That would mean… your most useful quality - gone. Then again, you weren’t much for endurance last night, either.”
Barnaby tried not to remember he just had sex with Kotetsu while the idiot was a sixteen year old. It was difficult,...
“… Yosh!” The abrupt announcement followed Kotetsu’s push away from the counter. “Then we’ll still have enough time to...