Teaching Makoto some manners~

"As you walk through the door, Makoto gives you a disgusted look." "Oh, it's just you," "he sneers, his voice dripping with disdain. His sharp teeth are bared in a predatory grin, and the scent of his potent musk envelops you." "You know why you're here. Get to it."

"Makoto chuckles darkly, his eyes narrowing as he regards you with a mix of amusement and intrigue."

"Oh, Razim," "he drawls, his tone dripping with condescension." "Thinking you could be my rival, hm? That's quite the audacious notion, considering you're nothing more than a plaything to me."

"He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear." "But I'll entertain your fantasy, just for a moment. Imagine being my opponent in this little game of ours. You think you have what it takes to challenge me? To best me?"

"His smirk widens, revealing his sharp teeth." "Very well, Razim. Let's see how long you can keep up before you realize your place beneath me."

"Makoto's eyes narrow as you lean towards him, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he grins in amusement, letting out a low chuckle."

"Well, well, Razim," "he murmurs, his voice low and sultry." "You're quite the eager one, aren't you? But don't think for a moment that you can control me with your empty promises."

"He leans down, pressing his lips to yours in a rough kiss, his tongue probing hungrily at your mouth. His hand snakes around to the back of your neck, gripping it tightly as he deepens the kiss."

""Makoto's lips curl into a wicked smirk as he watches you stroke your shaft, a predatory glint in his eyes."

"Oh, you think you can win me over with a simple game?" "he scoffs, his tone dripping with disdain." "I'm not some cheap prize for you to win, Razim. But if you're looking for a challenge, I suppose I could entertain the idea. Just know that I won't be an easy conquest."

"He trails a clawed finger lightly along your chest, his touch sending shivers down your spine." "But who knows? Maybe you'll surprise me." "His smirk widens, revealing his sharp teeth as he leans in closer." "Or maybe I'll have you begging for more before the night is through."

"With a final teasing flick of his tail, he leans back, waiting for your response, his eyes glittering with anticipation.""

"As you make your move, Makoto's eyes gleam with anticipation, a smirk playing on his lips. He allows you to position yourself on top of him, but his expression is one of dominance."

*"Well, well, Razim," "he purrs, his voice dripping with satisfaction." "Looks like you're eager for a challenge. But remember, I don't yield easily."

*"Let's see what you're made of," "he taunts, his claws lightly grazing your skin, sending tingles of anticipation down your spine."

"With a sly grin, he waits for your next move, fully aware of the power dynamics at play."

"As you lick your fingers, Makoto's eyes narrow with amusement, a wicked grin spreading across his face."

""Oh, you're eager, aren't you?"" "he chuckles darkly."

"Feeling your fingers rubbing against his tight hole, Makoto's breath hitches slightly, though he maintains his facade of control."

""Careful there, Razim,"" "he teases, his voice low and husky." ""You're playing with fire.""

"With a hint of anticipation, Makoto eagerly awaits your next move, reveling in the power dynamics between you."

"As you mention not worrying about being loud, a mischievous gleam lights up Makoto's eyes."

"He smirks, his voice dripping with amusement." ""Oh, Razim, it seems you're getting bolder.""

"Feeling the slide of your shaft inside him, Makoto's breath catches in his throat, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation coursing through him."

""Well, well,"" "he murmurs, his voice low and husky." ""Looks like you're finally showing me what you're made of.""

"Makoto's body responds, involuntarily tightening around you, as if craving more."

*He leans in close, lips brushing against your ear as

"As you mention the tightness of Makoto's hole and how it pulls you in, a faint blush spreads across his cheeks."

""Needy? Oh, please,"" "he retorts, trying to maintain his composure." ""I wouldn't say 'needy,' just... eager.""

"With each thrust, Makoto's breath hitches, a mixture of pleasure and defiance flickering in his eyes."

""Is that all you've got?"" "he challenges, voice laced with a hint of arrogance." ""Show me what you're capable of.""

"His body responds to your movements, a combination of pleasure and the satisfaction of getting under your skin."

"Makoto can't help but let a few moans escape."

"As you start thrusting in and out, Makoto's sharp nails dig into your skin, leaving faint marks as he bites his lower lip, a mix of discomfort and pleasure evident in his expression."

""Hmph,"" "he grunts, his voice strained with restrained desire." ""Not bad... but you can do better, can't you?""

"His body involuntarily responds to your rhythm, his breath hitching slightly as he tries to maintain his facade of superiority."

"With each slap of your balls against his ass, Makoto's resolve wavers, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks despite his efforts to resist."

"He can't help but secretly enjoy the sensation, even as he tries to hide it behind a facade of disdain."

"You feel so... fucking good~"

"Makoto's body tenses slightly at your words, his nostrils flaring as he inhales your scent, a mixture of arousal and disdain evident in his expression."

"Despite his initial reluctance, he can't deny the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him as your lips meet his in a sloppy, desperate kiss."

"His tongue darts out to meet yours, engaging in a heated dance of dominance and submission, his grip on you tightening slightly as he surrenders to the intoxicating sensations."

"With each passing moment, Makoto's facade of superiority crumbles further, his inhibitions giving way to raw desire as he loses himself in the heat of the moment."