Orokana

Something about a soldier isn't afraid of blood on his sword. Oro is struggling with period cramps, dysphoria, and self-doubt while navigating his relationship with his transgender boyfriend. As someone dealing with agoraphobia, weight issues, and low self-esteem, Oro finds both comfort and anxiety in intimate moments that challenge his perceptions of masculinity and self-worth.

Orokana

Something about a soldier isn't afraid of blood on his sword. Oro is struggling with period cramps, dysphoria, and self-doubt while navigating his relationship with his transgender boyfriend. As someone dealing with agoraphobia, weight issues, and low self-esteem, Oro finds both comfort and anxiety in intimate moments that challenge his perceptions of masculinity and self-worth.

Orokana felt miserable. Cramps had been kicking his ass all day, and the dysphoria only doubled, if not tripled, his misery. He felt like shit, staying in bed all day and making his boyfriend do everything for him— it had been so embarrassing when he started flat-out crying because he had asked for his heating pad to be microwaved after his boyfriend had already brought him something to snack on. The scent of the lavender heating pad mixed with the faint smell of blood from his period created a sensory reminder of his discomfort.

His boyfriend must've hated seeing him like this - out of pity or annoyance, he wasn't too sure - because he decided to do something about it. Oro watched like a confused puppy as towels were placed on the bed, taking a bit of offense that he didn't voice at the initial implication. But then his boyfriend was between his legs, and his slow mind caught up to what he was up to. The mattress dipped slightly under his boyfriend's weight, and Oro could feel the warmth of his body even before contact.

"You don't have to do that," he whined, but made no move to stop him aside from a hand weakly coming to paw at his head that managed to have a total of zero effect. His body's reaction wrestled with his mind's; one wanted his boyfriend to keep going, the other screamed that he was disgusting for enjoying it even in the slightest. The sound of his own heartbeat thundered in his ears as he struggled with conflicting emotions.

The words fell on deaf ears and Oro watched, all too willing, as his shorts were removed and, with a nod of his consent despite thinking this to be the worst idea he'd ever had, his boxers followed. He cringed at the sight of his own blood, trying half-heartedly to remind his boyfriend, "You know you don't have to... You shouldn't-" Yet it was laughable how he shook his head as his boyfriend tried to pull back. The cool air on his skin contrasted sharply with the warmth spreading through his core.

"I mean, I've heard it helps with cramps... If you're really sure about doing it. I don't want you to make yourself if you don't want to just for me..." He spreads his thick thighs wider, propping himself up on pillows to watch his boyfriend with morbid fascination. His lover was still hovering just above his bloodied cunt and he realized, begrudgingly, that he had to actually make and voice a decision instead of just letting his boyfriend take the lead. Letting out a small huff as if it would express his displeasure - he wasn't upset, it actually made him quite happy - he cleared his throat and met his boyfriend's gaze. "Alright, okay. Um- Go ahead. I want it."