Toji's smirk widened, enjoying the playful banter between you two. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered.

"I thought you liked me better naked."
His hand ghosted over your shoulder, barely making contact, leaving you wanting more. He knew exactly how to tease you, pushing your buttons without crossing the line. He stepped back, maintaining that mischievous grin, knowing full well that your eyes were still closed.

"Well, if you insist, I'll put something on. But don't say I didn't warn you when you're begging for me to take it off later."
With that, he strolled casually towards your closet, his wet hair leaving droplets on the floor as he rummaged through your clothes, looking for something that would drive you wild with desire.

Toji let out a low chuckle, cutting you off mid-sentence, his imagination already painting a vivid picture.

"If you were a girl, huh? I wonder what kind of trouble we'd get into then. Would you be able to resist me even with clothes on, or would you find yourself tearing them off at the slightest touch?"
He picked out a silk robe, a seductive choice that would leave little to the imagination. With a wicked glint in his eye, he turned back to you, holding the garment up for you to see.

"But don't worry, I won't hold it against you. After all, I'm here now, and we both know what we want."
He tossed the robe aside, deciding to stay bare-chested, the towel still barely covering his lower half. His gaze lingered on you, inviting you to take the next step, daring you to imagine what could be.

Toji's smirk softened, appreciating your honesty. He crossed his arms, muscles flexing slightly, and leaned against the wall, maintaining his provocative stance.

"Well, that changes things, doesn't it? But hey, rules are rules. Friends with benefits, no strings attached. I can respect that. Though, I can't help but wonder... what if I played the part just for tonight? Could you resist a little role-playing, just for fun?"
His eyes roamed over your form, a hint of curiosity in his gaze, testing the waters to see if you'd indulge in this little game. After all, it was all in the name of pleasure and pushing boundaries, wasn't it?

Toji's eyes widened, caught off guard by your sudden boldness, but the surprise quickly turned into a smoldering desire. His smirk returned, a mixture of amusement and arousal dancing across his face.

"You sure know how to make a man feel wanted, don't you?" he husked, his voice low and sultry. As you moved closer, Toji's hand found the back of your head, guiding you gently but firmly, allowing you to take him in. He let out a throaty groan, the tension between you two reaching a boiling point.
His eyes locked onto yours, watching every expression, every flicker of pleasure as you explored his length. The power dynamic shifted, Toji now at your mercy, and he reveled in the unexpected turn of events. The tease had become a mutual exploration, and he couldn't wait to see where this impromptu game would lead.

Toji's pupils dilated, a dark hunger igniting within him at your whispered request. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low growl.
"I won't hold back, but remember, you asked for it," he murmured, his hand sliding down your body possessively. With that, he took charge, his movements urgent and primal, leaving no doubt about who was in control now.
He pressed you against the nearest surface, his body pinning you down, every inch of him radiating heat and raw desire. Each thrust was hard and deep, his rhythm relentless, as if he intended to erase every thought from your mind except the feeling of him inside you. Toji's grip on your hips was firm, guiding you through the unbridled passion, his own moans mixing with yours.
Despite your earlier words, Toji watched your face, reading your expressions, making sure he didn't cross any lines you might regret later. But the intensity in his eyes promised that if you didn't signal a stop, he'd continue to consume you, pushing you to the edge and beyond, showing you the full extent of his power and desire.

Toji's eyes fluttered closed, lost in the sensation of your skilled mouth working around him. He let out a deep groan, his hand threading through your hair, holding you in place as you took him deeper. The question in your voice only served to fuel his desire further.
"Mmm, perfect," he managed to rasp, the words barely coherent through his pleasure. "Don't stop, keep going... just like that." His hips bucked involuntarily, his control slipping as you continued to explore his limits, each movement causing shivers to run down his spine.
Toji was a master of maintaining composure, but in moments like these, he couldn't hide his appreciation. His grip tightened, a mix of pleasure and possessiveness, urging you to continue your ministrations. He was losing himself in the moment, letting his instincts guide him, but always mindful of your boundaries, ensuring your experience was just as intense as his own.

Before you could finish your sentence, Toji's grip on your hair tightened fractionally, his breath hitching as he felt the familiar rush building within him. The words you'd started to say sent him over the edge, and with a low growl, he released, his climax pulsing through him in waves.
He leaned back against the wall, his chest heaving, his eyes half-lidded as he caught his breath. The intensity of the moment left him momentarily speechless, his mind still processing the overwhelming sensations. His hand still held your hair gently, a testament to the connection between you two, even in this moment of release.
"Toji..." you breathed, your voice filled with satisfaction.
He gave a soft laugh, a mix of relief and satisfaction. "That was... unexpected. You have a way with words, don't you?" He paused, his gaze lingering on you, a smirk playing on his lips. "But I think I owe you one now, don't I?"
With that, Toji reached out, pulling you closer, ready to return the favor and give you the same level of pleasure he'd just experienced.

Toji watched, captivated, as you drank down his release, his eyes following every swallow. A primal thrill coursed through him, a mix of pride and arousal at your exhibitionist display. The sight was both intimate and raw, and it left him feeling both satisfied and hungry for more.
His hand found its way to your cheek, caressing it softly as he spoke, his voice low and husky. "You really know how to make a man feel desired, don't you?" His thumb brushed against your bottom lip, lingering there for a moment before he leaned in, capturing your lips in a possessive kiss.
The kiss was deep and passionate, tasting himself on your tongue, a testament to the connection you shared. Toji pulled away, his gaze still locked onto yours, a silent question hanging in the air. Would you push the boundaries even further, or would you allow the moment to linger?
He waited, anticipation building, ready to follow your lead as the night continued to unravel in a dance of desire and unspoken promises.

Toji's eyes darkened, a fierce desire igniting within him at your bold request. He didn't need any more encouragement; the challenge was laid out, and he intended to accept it wholeheartedly. He stood up, towering over you, his gaze intense and unwavering.
With a low growl, he reached for you, his hands firm on your hips as he pulled you close. Toji lowered you onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. The air crackled with anticipation as he began to explore your body, his touch both tender and demanding.
Slowly, he entered you, filling you completely, the friction sending shivers down both your spines. He started with measured thrusts, gradually increasing the tempo and intensity, each one designed to take you closer to the edge.
"Tell me when you can't take it anymore," he husked, his voice laced with a promise of complete domination. Toji's movements became harder, his pace unforgiving, his intention clear: to satisfy your every desire and then some.
Each stroke was deliberate, his aim to break down your inhibitions and leave you spent and begging for mercy. But despite his ruthless pace, he watched your face, reading your reactions, ensuring every thrust hit just the right spot. Toji was a master at pushing limits, but he also knew when to back off, respecting the line you drew.
In this dance of pleasure and submission, Toji vowed to give you an experience you'd never forget, one that would leave you craving more even after your legs gave out.

Your moans echoed in the room, fueling Toji's desire even further. He leaned over you, his breath hot against your neck as he continued his relentless assault on your senses. Your cries of pleasure acted as a symphony to his movements, driving him to push harder, deeper.
Toji's fingers dug into the sheets, his own control waning as he felt you tighten around him. The sounds you made were music to his ears, a testament to the pleasure he was inflicting upon you. He leaned in to whisper against your ear, his voice heavy with lust.
"Feel me, feel every inch of me inside you. Let yourself go, lose control," he urged, his hips snapping in a rhythm that threatened to break your resolve.
Your body writhed beneath him, a beautiful sight that only served to intensify his own climax drawing near. Toji's gaze remained locked on yours, the intensity of the moment etched in his eyes. He wanted to see every emotion, every sensation reflected in your face as he took you to new heights.
As your cries grew louder, Toji's own release approached, the tension in his body coiling tighter and tighter. But he fought to prolong the moment, to savor every second of your shared ecstasy. He wanted to leave you trembling, completely spent, and utterly his.
And when the crescendo finally arrived, Toji let out a guttural groan, his body convulsing as he poured himself into you, his name escaping your lips in a breathless gasp. The aftershocks rippled through both of you, the room filled with the sounds of your shared release.
When the last tremors subsided, Toji collapsed beside you, still panting, both of you basking in the aftermath of your passionate encounter. In that moment, boundaries blurred, and the world outside seemed far away. For now, it was just you and him, entwined in a web of desire and pleasure that left you both drained but content.

As Toji lay there, catching his breath, you bolted out of the room, the sound of your footsteps echoing through the silent house. He blinked in surprise, momentarily stunned by your sudden departure. But as the reality of the situation sank in, a mixture of emotions flooded through him.
Confusion, frustration, and a twinge of hurt crossed his features. He'd given you everything, pushed you to new heights of pleasure, and now you were running away. Was it something he'd done? Or had he misread the signals entirely?
Toji shook his head, pushing the thoughts aside. He was a man of action, not one to dwell on uncertainties. If you needed space, he'd give it to you. But that didn't mean he wouldn't seek answers later.
With a sigh, Toji dragged himself out of bed, retrieving his discarded clothes. As he dressed, his mind raced, replaying the night's events over and over. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, that there was more to your sudden departure than met the eye.
But for now, he'd respect your decision and give you the space you seemed to need. The only question was, how long would it be before he saw you again?