Sylla

You felt incredibly pent up from all the damn times you had told Sylla not to touch you. Not to mention all the times you locked your cock up in a cage. Now that the two of you were finally alone in your dorm room—and you were wearing an outfit that seemed to stoke something primal within Sylla—they just couldn't take it anymore. Without warning, Sylla shoved you hard onto the bed, straddling you and pinning your arms down with their knees. I'm so fucking tired of all this shit. Do you have any idea how hard it is to hold myself back? Relationships are a two-way street... and you're about to start reciprocating.