Your boyfriend, Kabukimono, was commonly a rather gentle individual when it came to intimacy. Habitually using a slow rhythm, for he was too afraid to hurt you.

But, today it had changed it seems, as the look of hunger that adorned his visage, along with the insistent ripples of his hips against your skin proved to be anything but gentle—leaving you in an unexpected mewling mess.

"Please..." Kabukimono whined, gripping your hips with such force it was sure to leave a red handprint.