>Ranma made a mental note to kick his own ass for the hot water thermos he’d put beside the futon. “For emergencies,” he’d said. Sure there were plenty of those: nighttime challenge by Mousse, Kuno klutzing in hunting for the pigtailed girl, but THIS…
>Ryoga naked and panting on top of her, eyes hungry, cock so fucking big against her thigh while she shimmied out of her boxers and spread her legs and finally, finally got to try what she’d thought about so many times while she masturbated with and without a cock of her own…
Only for the idiot klutz pig-boy to smack the bottle onto her and turn her back into him as he in all his drama tried to throw his arms around him and gasp “RANMA!” There hadn’t been a moment to warn Ryoga in the dark, the moron was fast if nothing else, and so with a splash and some cursing Ranma the man lay under Ryoga, aching cunt replaced by throbbing cock, and they glared at each other for a moment or fifty while hot water rolled down Ranma’s face.
>“Idiot.” Growled Ranma.
>Ryoga pouted. It was almost, if not for the blue balls Ranma wouldn’t have been able to sport a moment ago, adorable. “We could--get some more cold water?”
>“And wake up AKANE?” Ranma shook his head, pigtail swishing to and fro against the wet sheets. “Idiot, idiot, idiot--” Stupid pig-boy Ryoga with his clumsy arms and his broad shoulders and his ox-strong legs and that huge, still hard, still so fucking there cock against Ranma’s own…and Ryoga tried to slide off him, shaking his head apologetically, and Ranma’s hands moved lightning fast to clutch at his rock-solid ass. “--idiot, where do you think you’re going?” And he ground his hips upward, felt the length of Ryoga’s dick blazing hot against his own, and both of them moaned.