Low-Grade Life

Large hands groping his chest, the partner's sweat trickling down his back, the crushing weight, and a body racing relentlessly for the sole purpose of pleasure. Sex that felt akin to a battle. That self-destructive union had simultaneously shaken and overturned Juno's body and mind that day. Perhaps because of this memory, Juno's cock hadn't been getting hard lately. It seemed the rumors had already spread far and wide. He had to do something. --- ‘So that’s what it is.’ The Ace. Standing at nearly 180cm, his well-built physique looked like it could handle power just by a glance. He had what they call a "great frame," and his muscles were aesthetically pleasing. Yet, his overall bu...