Katekyo Hitman Reborn: Forbidden Lessons

Tsuna’s bedroom door clicked shut with a finality that made his heart slam against his ribs. Reborn stood at the foot of the bed in nothing but his black fedora and an open dress shirt, the tiny body deceptively lethal as he stared down at his soaked, trembling student. “You’ve been a bad boy, Dame-Tsuna,” he purred, voice low and velvet-dangerous. “Skipping training to jerk off to porn instead? Tsk. Time for your real private lesson.” Before Tsuna could stammer out an apology, Reborn’s small hand shot out, yanking the teen’s boxers down in one brutal tug. Tsuna’s cock sprang free—already leaking, flushed dark and throbbing—while Reborn climbed onto the mattress like a predator claiming territory. He straddled Tsuna’s hips, pressing the hot, hard length of his own surprisingly thick erection against the boy’s stomach. “You’re going to take every inch of your tutor tonight,” Reborn whispered, grinding slow and filthy, smearing pre-cum across pale skin. “And you’re going to beg for it like the needy little slut you are.” Tsuna barely had time to gasp before Reborn flipped him onto his stomach, knees shoved wide, face pressed into the pillow. A slick finger—coated in something warm and tingling that smelled faintly of gunpowder and sin—circled his hole once, twice, then plunged inside without mercy. Tsuna keened, back arching as Reborn crooked that digit right against his prostate on the first try, rubbing mercilessly while a second finger joined to scissor him open. “So tight,” Reborn growled against the shell of Tsuna’s ear, free hand pinning both wrists above his head. “But not for long. I’m going to wreck this virgin ass until you’re gaping and dripping my cum for days.” He withdrew his fingers only to replace them with the blunt, dripping head of his cock, pushing in slow—agonizingly slow—until Tsuna was sobbing into the sheets, hips jerking back despite himself, chasing the brutal stretch. When Reborn bottomed out with a sharp snap of hips, balls slapping wetly against skin, Tsuna screamed, cock spurting untouched against the mattress from the sheer force of being filled so completely. Reborn didn’t give him a second to breathe. He fucked like he trained—ruthless, precise, devastating—each thrust slamming home hard enough to bruise, ridges of his cock dragging over every sensitive inch inside. One small hand wrapped around Tsuna’s leaking length, jerking him in counterpoint while the other fisted silver-brown hair, yanking his head back so Reborn could bite down on the nape of his neck like marking prey. “Come for your tutor,” Reborn snarled, pace turning feral, hips stuttering as his own release built. “Milk my cock like the good little cumdump you were born to be.” Tsuna shattered with a broken cry, painting Reborn’s fingers white as his hole clenched vise-tight around the invading length. Reborn followed seconds later with a guttural groan, flooding Tsuna’s insides with hot, thick spurts until it leaked out around his cock in obscene creamy rivulets, dripping down trembling thighs. He stayed buried deep, grinding lazily, forcing every last drop deeper while Tsuna whimpered and twitched beneath him. “Lesson one complete,” Reborn murmured, licking a stripe up the sweat-slick column of Tsuna’s throat. “Tomorrow we start on endurance training… inside you.”