Tears were blinding Asahi, and he tried to blink them away. He wanted to respond to Noya, to let the boy know that he wasn’t alone, but he felt like he had lost the ability to talk.
“That’s enough,” the blond man said and shoved four fingers deep into Noya’s mouth. “It’s no fun only hearing you call out one name.”
Noya was gagging with the fingers hitting him deep, but the blond pulled them out enough to stop it. His hand was big and the fingers hardly fit into Noya’s mouth, forcing him to open wide. Asahi saw how the corners of his lips stretched around the fingers. The man was pulling Noya’s hair roughly, and it looked painful.
The tanned man accelerated his pace until he let out a grunt and slowed down to a stop. It was easy to guess that he had just released deep inside Noya’s hole, and Noya was whining against the fingers inside his mouth. When the tanned man stopped, the blond pulled his fingers out of Noya’s mouth and let go of his hair. Noya let his head drop down, but Asahi caught a glimpse of a tear at the corner of the boy’s eye. He couldn’t help squirming at the sight, his own tears having dried out by this point, but a lump remained in his throat.