Pure Morning
Hajime Yehnir Real Men Take Return
Posted: November 10th, 2022
Warnings: toxic relationship
Mentions: rape, impregnation

It's cool and cloudy outside, when Yehn'ir wakes up. He's not in his own room. For a moment of blissful ignorance, he doesn't remember why that would be.

And then he remembers. Hajime's hands so tight against his hips that he can still feel them when he shifts now. Hajime's mouth against his collar, his neck, his chest. Hajime's cock inside of him, filling him with seed over, and over, and over again. He suppresses the urge to gag and curls in on himself. It wasn't supposed to end like this.

A hand lands gently on his back, and he flinches.

"Don't worry," Hajime says quietly. "It's only me." His hand rubs comforting circles against Yehn'ir's side. Yehn'ir is still shaking. His belly still feels warm and full.

"I'll take good care of you," Hajime murmurs. His hand is so big on Yehn'ir's small frame.

"Hajime," Yehn'ir rasps. The sound of his own voice begging and pleading with Hajime to stop echoes in his mind. Of course he's hoarse, now.

"Yehn'ir," Hajime replies, his voice thick with affection.

Yehn'ir doesn't know what to say. In spite of himself, Hajime's now-gentle hand is calming him down. He wants to tell Hajime that that was wrong. He wants to say how disgusted he is, he wants to get out of bed and clean himself, thoroughly. He wants to tell Hajime how much he hates him for what he did.

But lying in Hajime's large bed with the grey morning light streaming in through thin white curtains, Yehn'ir finds that the hatred and frustration slips away from him almost as soon as he feels it, leaving static in its wake. He exhales and deflates.

Maybe he deserves this.