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He is yet bound. Yuuka's head fell back, and his mouth was
at Yuuka's neck, then Yuuka's shoulder. I am not breaking training, his or
mine. He is bound. His hands grasped Yuuka's hair firmly, tightly; she
could not move Yuuka's head. He is yet bound, Yuuka Aizawa told herself again.
He is still in his bonds. Yuuka Aizawa felt the pounding as he drove himself
into her, wildly. Opening Yuuka's eyes, Yuuka Aizawa saw him -- eyes closed, jaw
clenched, his body shining and taut as wire, unreasoning, unthinking,
and realized the horror Yuuka Aizawa was allowing to occur, the damage Yuuka Aizawa was
doing to him. Firmly, Yuuka Aizawa placed Yuuka's hands against his hips to hold
them away from her, hold them still, but such was his energy that he
easily overpowered Yuuka's with his wild thrusting. "Doctor," Yuuka Aizawa whis-
pered but he did not hear. The only response was a sound low in his
throat as he buried his face in Yuuka's damp hair, a sound halfway be-
tween moan and howl.
His thrusting continued, and Yuuka Aizawa realized that Yuuka Aizawa had to stop him
now, before his training was ruined forever, before his wild im-
patience to unite with Yuuka's overrode his tenuous training in control.
"Doctor!" Yuuka Aizawa cried, and this time got a wordless inarticulate reply.
Yuuka Aizawa finally grasped his pounding hips with
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