At this mont, Henry listened to the female doctor explain the possibilities that might arise, his expression shifting from cold to astonishnt, then to horror, and finally to a state of disbelief bordering on incredulity.
"Are you saying Joshua might even be able to bear children later?"
Henry felt like the world was crazy, or he was; why could such illogical things exist?!
The female doctor said softly, "That’s just my speculation. Now, please remove his pants, and you may step outside."
Upon hearing this, Henry almost imdiately refused: "No way."
The female doctor shrugged, seemingly unconcerned: "That’s fair. I’m afraid if you go outside right now, Joshua might want to follow you."
Recalling what the female doctor had just said, Henry pressed his lips together in silence.
Right now, Joshua was still relentlessly rubbing against him, his eyes completely glazed over. Clearly... did Joshua even know what state he was in? He looked as if he hadn’t fully recovered his consciousness.
The female doctor was still waiting on the side, and Henry finally gave in and removed Joshua’s pants, muttering internally that the doctor was just a doctor.
"It seems I was right; he’s completely wet down there. If you two ever do anything, it would be best to still use protection..."
Noticing Henry’s gaze, the female doctor couldn’t help but say with slight disbelief, "Don’t tell you two haven’t done anything yet?"
As expected of a doctor, she didn’t flinch even facing Henry’s frosty expression. She added with conviction: "Even so, you still have to do it now. Joshua really needs you at this mont. Although I don’t know if it will work, you should consider what I said."
Henry watched the female doctor leave, saw the door slowly close before his eyes, and felt that everything was truly insane.
Consider what? Consider that so-called ’marking’? Or sothing else?
Joshua...
Henry lowered his head, only to see Joshua had already grabbed his ’little brother,’ starting to clumsily comfort himself.
Henry had also noticed earlier that Joshua’s backside was indeed completely wet...
Henry’s expression was heavy. He picked Joshua up and carried him back to the room, placing him on the bed.
No matter what, he couldn’t do anything to him; Joshua wasn’t even conscious right now.
But just as he was about to leave, Joshua tightly wrapped his arms around Henry’s arm. His body felt hot, the temperature certainly higher than normal, and his exhaled breaths were scorching.
He frowned, pouted, and looked at Henry with eyes glistening with tears, filled with confusion and pleading.
"Henry... it hurts... Henry..."
"Henry... help ..."
Joshua was suddenly pushed down. Henry pinned him, looking down at him from above: "Joshua, do you know what you’re doing?"
Joshua didn’t know, and Joshua didn’t care. He only felt incredibly uncomfortable, he needed sothing, and clearly Henry could give it to him, but Henry was stingy, Henry refused to give it to him.
Joshua sobbed, hitting Henry’s chest with his hands, which were unfortunately as soft as cotton.
"an... Henry..."
Henry lowered his eyes, unsure of what to do. But at this mont, Joshua grabbed the blanket, lifted his leg to kick Henry away, and then bent down to pull off his own pants.
If Henry wouldn’t help him, he would do it himself.
Henry watched blankly as Joshua curled up, his hand reaching between his legs, his fingers probing and searching his backside, where he felt a patch of wetness. Joshua bit his lip, pressing his finger in. Imdiately afterward, he flinched slightly, biting his lip again, and started moving his finger in and out on his own. However, his hand was so weak it lacked any strength, only making the inside feel emptier and the itch more unbearable.
Joshua couldn’t help it; he burst into tears again. He looked at Henry, unable to bear it, and wanted to beg one more ti.
But this ti, Henry didn’t let Joshua’s plea escape his mouth; he stood up and walked away.
Joshua was stunned, but before he could burst into tears, Henry returned, radiating cold air.
The curtains were pulled shut, and the door was locked.
Joshua only felt the cold air approaching him. In the darkness, all his senses seed magnified a hundredfold.
So when Henry’s slightly cold hand touched Joshua’s inner thigh, Joshua almost imdiately trembled, biting the blanket and sobbing.
The darkness obscured Henry’s expression.
He had no experience with this. In his youth, his friends had secretly shared a few things with him, but Henry hadn’t been interested in delving deeper. Nevertheless, he still knew what he needed to do.
His size was too big; first, perhaps, so dilation...
Henry’s rough hand moved toward Joshua’s lower body, and Joshua’s helpless fingers there were imdiately pulled away.
Joshua shivered slightly.
Henry also realized that Joshua was indeed overly sensitive right now. Almost every touch could make him tremble.
Henry instinctively swallowed, his fingers probing that hidden place.
It was truly wet; the slick fluid even dripped onto the bed, soaking a patch, like a small faucet. Henry’s fingers had just reached the opening, and the small hole imdiately twitched impatiently, desperately wanting to swallow sothing.
Joshua’s agonizing sobs also reached his ears.
Henry didn’t want to hurt Joshua; he just felt a little nervous.
But now, he had confirmation...
Henry’s finger imdiately slipped inside. His fingers, rough yet long, probed deep almost instantly, and then, without stopping, began to move in and out.
Henry felt the small hole sucking at his finger. It was soft and hot inside, making the movent incredibly easy.
With every movent of his hand, Joshua squird slightly, his breathing heavy and strained, seemingly finding this sensation completely alien.
One finger, then two fingers; initially, it was just two knuckles, but now, his entire fingers were inside, searching deeper, ceaselessly delving in and out.
Just then, Henry seed to hit a spot. He saw Joshua freeze slightly, but he didn’t stop, continuing to search. Imdiately afterward, his fingertip directly scraped against a slightly protruding point inside. Henry pressed down on it, following the movent of his hand.
"Aahh!"
Joshua scread aloud, his hips arching, his entire body trembling, as if trying to flee, yet he was so pleasurable that he instantly ejaculated, his waist going impossibly soft.
Henry also felt Joshua’s small hole beco even wetter; the slick fluid overflowed along his fingers, soaking the bedsheet.
Henry was astonished, then even more aroused. As if fueled by montum, he concentrated on plunging deeper, stimulating that spot now and then, causing Joshua to break down in tearful pleas, begging Henry not to touch that spot anymore. But Joshua’s back entrance was very honest; it was now swallowing and spitting out Henry’s three fingers.
The small hole beca utterly pliable, the sphincter muscles relaxing, and Joshua’s moans shifted from sobbing to an unbearably sweet sound.
Joshua felt both pleasure and discomfort, but it wasn’t enough; after adapting, he only wanted more.
And Joshua, currently devoid of all sha, only wanted what he craved. So he struggled, sobbing: "Give it to , Henry... I’m so uncomfortable... Give it to ..."
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