Blue's [POV]

"Dem, ah, wait a bit..."

"Why do you keep telling me to wait?" he asked and pushed forward. I gasped for air as I held onto him.

"This place... On the piano..."

"It won't break. It's made of high-quality material," he said.

"Besides, you are so small..."

"Ah! Huh!"

Every time he thrust inside, I panted and tightened my grasp on his arm. Just like he said, he was being too rough.

Well, he was never gentle, to begin with.

"Huh! Uhh... Dem... ...