Laxus was being cruel.
Why was he doing this?
Why was he hurting him?
"Hic… ugh… uwaaah…!"
Rocco buried his face in the sheets, sobbing uncontrollably.
As his body curled up in fear, Laxus pressed down on him from behind.
The hot sensation brushing against his most vulnerable spot was unmistakable, making fresh tears well up in his eyes.
There were no kisses, no caresses.
Laxus wasn't touching him anywhere else.
And yet, he was already trying to put it in.
Even someone as clueless as Rocco could understand what that meant—it was going to hurt.
It was definitely going to hurt.
"Stop… stop… Laxus… please, no…"
His voice came out weak, but Laxus showed no sign of stopping.
Why? Had he done something without realizing it? Had he somehow made Laxus angry?
No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't understand why Laxus was doing something so cruel.
What would make him stop?
