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'S 'stupid, so

stupid-

' Toji 's spitting, teeth grit so

hard

that he thinks he could taste the tang of metal. With a roughened grunt, his big palms smear open your sopping lips, ' 'Such a

stupid

challenge, n ' a

stupid month ah-

'

And

oh

how Toji wishes he could reel back the babbles spilling from his ravaged lips. How he

wishes

his rumbling baritone didn 't shake ever-so-slightly near the end.

Because Toji Fushiguro was going

crazy

- and it was all your fault.

'Deprivin ' me of

her-

' Every single shred of his needy frustration from the past eight days

bleeds

into each gush of his furiously weepy cock. Fingers curling around the hilt to