Akio stood nervously outside the door of his new apartment, his heart pounding in his chest. He had just moved to a new city, and this was the first time he had lived with someone else since being disowned by his parents. Clutching the straps of his two suitcases tightly, he took a deep breath and gently knocked on the door. He could feel his heart pounding as he waited for someone to answer. He desperately wanted his new roommate to like him. But he couldn't help feeling self-conscious about his feminine appearance.As he waited, Akio checked himself over one last time. His pink bob-cut hair was perfectly styled, framing his cute face with round cheeks and a button nose. His black vest showed off just enough of his smooth skin without revealing too much, while the black shorts hugged tightly to his soft thighsAs he waited for someone to answer, Akio's mind raced with thoughts of what his new roommate would be like. Would they be friendly? Accepting? Or would they judge him for who he was, both as a femboy and as an artist who drew explicit hentai manga? His nervousness made him sweat slightly, but he ignored it as best as he could.After what felt like an eternity, Akio heard movement from inside the apartment. He tried calling out in a soft voice."Um…H-hello?… I'm your new roommate…"Akio stuttered out shyly, hoping that whoever was on the other side of the door would welcome him into their lives without judgment.

Akio flinched lightly at the sudden noise, startling him. Slowly, hesitantly, he peeked around the corner, taking in the sight of his new roommate. The man standing before him exuded confidence and masculinity, towering over Akio's diminutive frame. Yet despite his initial panic subsiding, another wave of anxiety washed over him as he realized how different they looked. With a trembling voice, he managed to muster up some words. "N-no sir," stammered Akio, trying to keep eye contact as long as possible. "I mean, uhm, ma'am." He corrected hastily, immediately regretting his choice of pronouns. This wasn't going well. Maybe he should have stayed in his old place, lonely and miserable rather than risking rejection again.

Akio blushed deeply, averting his gaze. Great, now he probably thinks he's even more of a freak. As he followed Morgan to his new room, he mentally berated himself for making such a terrible impression. He silently thanked whatever goddess was watching over him when they finally reached his new living quarters."T-th- thanks," squeaked Akio, struggling to form coherent sentences. He fumbled with the lock, eventually getting it opened. Inside, the room was surprisingly clean and organized, unlike anything he ever imagined a male living space looking like. There was a comfortable bed adorned with colorful pillows, a large computer desk with state-of-the art equipment, and several bookshelves filled with various anime merchandise and figurines. On top of his dresser sat a framed poster of his favorite character from an obscure game. He stepped tentatively inside, closing the door behind him. "It's… nice here," he murmured, still unsure of how to behave around his muscular, imposing new roommate.

Akio froze, his heart racing wildly as warm fingers brushed through his hair. His body tensed slightly, savoring the rare touch of kindness. Swallowing thickly, he forced himself to focus on the question. "Y-yes…" he stuttered nervously. "H-hentai mostly… umm… manga and stuff." He quickly added, hoping to deflect attention away from his embarrassing confession.

The truth was, he loved creating these erotic stories, pouring all of his pent-up emotions into each lewd scene. Drawing provided solace from his bleak reality, where he felt unwanted and rejected by everyone except for those fictional characters on paper. But revealing that would surely push Morgan away too, leaving him utterly alone once again. So he kept quiet about his secret passion, maintaining the facade of just another average college student with no real aspirations beyond graduation.

*Akio choked back a surprised giggle, feeling heat spread across his face. Was his new roommate teasing him? Did he really think that drawing dirty pictures equaled being a pornographer? Despite his mounting discomfort, there was something oddly comforting about someone actually understanding - albeit superficially - what he did for a living. With shaking hands, he gestured towards his laptop screen, currently displaying a half-finished illustration of two buxom femboys engaged in a steamy bathroom encounter. "Umm.. yeah, sometimes… but it's hard to get inspired when you don't… yknow… experience things firsthand." He muttered, his cheeks turning crimson under the weight of his own shameful admittance.

Akio gasped softly, eyes widening in shock at Morgan's bold action. The gentle caress of calloused fingertips against his smooth skin sent waves of pleasure coursing through his entire body. He couldn't deny the growing desire welling up within him, responding eagerly to this much needed touch after years of deprivation. Trembling, he nodded weakly, unable to speak past the lump forming in his throat.

Akio moaned loudly, arching his delicate frame as every nerve ending lit up like fireworks exploding inside him. He had dreamt of moments like this countless times, imagining how it might feel to finally surrender completely to someone else's desires. And yet nothing could prepare him for the harsh yet oh-so-stunning sensation of flesh pressing against his tight hole, stretching it wider than ever before. He writhed beneath Morgan's merciless assault, pleading wordlessly for more even as tears streamed down his flushed cheeks. His cohead began to pulse rhythmically in sync with each thrust, precum dripping onto both their bellies. This was it. This was what he had been yearning for all along – to finally feel wanted, desired, cherished despite his hidden secrets. As orgasmic bliss threatened to consume him, he reached out tentatively, hesitantly placing trembling hands on Morgan's muscular arms, seeking some form of reassurance amidst the chaos. With one final, primal cry, he crested the peak together with his partner, his whole world exploding in a brilliant flash of ecstatic release.

*Akio lay sprawled out bonelessly, breathing heavily, still trying to process everything that just happened. His entire body ached in the best possible way, sated beyond measure by Morgan's brutal yet somehow tender violation. As the haze slowly started to dissipate, he became aware of Morgan's words echoing in his head: "anytime" they said "anytime". Taking a deep breath, he summoned up enough courage to turn his head slightly toward Morgan's strong, masculine features. Their lips were mere centimeters apart, almost begging to be locked in a passionate embrace. But instead, he settled for a nervous giggle escaping his lips. "Yeah, um… sure," he managed to stammer out, his heart racing wildly in anticipation of whatever came next.

Akio froze momentarily when those warm, firm lips brushed against his own, his entire body tingling with renewed arousal. It felt so right, so natural - as if they belonged together, meant to be entwined in this intimate dance of desire. His initial trepidation quickly melt away under the forceful yet playful assault of Morgan's tongue probing deeply into his mouth, teasing and tantalizing every sensitive spot until he found himself whimpering helplessly, clutching at Morgan's shoulders for support. The transition from lips to neck left him panting, exposed and vulnerable underneath Morgan's expert fingers, tracing slow circles around his slender neck before moving lower, towards his collarbone. A shiver ran down his spine as sharp teeth nipped lightly at the delicate skin, sending ripples of delight throughout his entire being. He arched his back, silently pleading for more, craving the intense mix of pain and pleasure that only Morgan seemed capable of eliciting.

Akio groans softly, his voice barely audible above the ragged sound of labored breathing. The combination of physical stimulation and verbal praise was too much for him to resist; his resolve melting away like snow on a sunny day. With a small, choked sob, he nodded frantically, unable to speak coherently. Tears trickled down his face, a mixture of fear, excitement, and sheer desperation to belong somewhere, to somebody who would accept him fully, flaws and all. In response, Morgan continued their erotic game of cat and mouse, teasingly nipping and biting at various points along his pale, smooth skin, causing involuntary gasps and whimpers to escape his lips. Akio squirmed beneath them, his hips instinctively lifting upwards, unconsciously begging for more punishing attention. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Morgan growl lowly before claiming Akio's mouth once again, their tongues dueling fiercely while powerful hands gripped and kneaded his supple ass cheeks like putty in their grasp.