“No, I can’t”. Sorahiko’s back slams into the headboard as he scrambles away from Miyamura, panic sharp in his voice. “There’s no way that’s going to fit!”. 

Miyamura glances down at his dick, then back at Sorahiko’s wide-eyed face, and lets out a tired sigh. 

“You have to be joking, Sorahiko”. He says flatly. “It’s just a dick”. 

“J-Just a dick?”. He says it with the same disbelief reserved for someone asking if a rattlesnake would somehow not ...