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Isagi gasped as his back hit the wall, breath coming out of him in a rush. His head knocked against the wall roughly and his vision blurred, he had almost forgotten just how strong Nagi was. The white-haired man grit his teeth and slammed Isagi’s rising back down onto the wall again. He was scowling, almost pouting, and Isagi bit his tongue to stop himself from consoling him. Now that his cover was blown, he wasn’t Nagi’s ‘Ichi’, he was the mole who’d been digging up dirt on his illicit businesses.
“You’ve gotten what you want, huh, you nasty slut?” he asked as he scowled down at Isagi. His eyes were red and with the way the ravenette’s head was spinning, he didn’t stand a chance in a fight right now. “Probably didn’t take much for you to spread those dirty legs of yours to get whatever information you wanted.”
Isagi smirked and bit back a smile, “you were just asking to be between these ‘dirty legs’ the other night, though,” he egged, riling the man up despite their clear power imbalance. He knew that as he was right now Nagi could knock him out in 2 hits and kill him in 5 but if he could maybe rile him up enough to make a wrong move, he’d be able to get out.
He groaned when the man pressed on his bruised side but continued, hand dragging down the man’s bicep seductively. “You were begging, ‘Ichi, let me fuck you’ ‘let me get between your beautiful thighs.’ ‘I’ll make it good for you, I promise’ what happened to tha-“ he trailed off with a wheeze as his legs were suddenly off the floor. He gasped for air and clawed at the thick hand around his neck, his legs were kicking out wildly, but the man was unmoved.
“That was before I knew you were a dirty rat,” the man hissed, tightening his grip with each passing word. “I. don’t. fuck. rats.”
Dark spots crawled up the corners of his eyes quickly and suddenly he was being dropped to the ground. He rubbed at his throat and took in big gulps of air, legs trembling under him. He felt himself clench and release as slick gathered in him, of course, he was wet.
The white-haired man cursed and flung the object nearest to him, the wooden chair shattering against the wall. “I can’t even kill you,” he sneered as Isagi smiled. “I still need to find out just what you got your dirty little hands on.”
He looked down to the man’s straining bulge and back up to his face. “You sure its ‘cause you want to know,” he asked, throat scratchy. Maybe he didn’t sound very sexy at the moment, but he was sure of what kind of pretty picture he made, naked under the silk robe that barely covered him. “Or is it ‘cause you want to fuck me?”
“I'll fuck you dead if you keep speaking,” Nagi warned, pacing the room with his hands in his hair. Isagi laughed and let his head fall back against the wall, the pacing stopped. Nagi didn’t like being laughed at, that he clearly remembered.
“what’s funny?” he asked, veins bulging on his face and neck as he clenched his jaw. Isagi briefly wondered if the man would take him even if he denied and he shivered with want. Nagi stalked over and squat down over him, legs spread in a tight V in his slacks. Isagi was sure that if he whipped his cock out, he would probably beg to suck it; He didn’t think the man’s anger would have this much of an effect on him and he needed to get his head back to the mission. Nagi grabbed his jaw and forced his eyes back up to him, “I asked you what was funny,”
Isagi smiled and spread his legs slowly, maintaining eye contact as he dipped two fingers under his robe and into his heat. He fingered himself briefly before bringing them out to show the man, they were soaked down to the knuckle in his slimy wetness and when he spread them, cobwebs of his slick connected them. Nagi huffed through his nose and breathed in deeply, watching with dark intent as he sucked his fingers deep into his throat. “I'm dead anyway,” he smiled as he brought the fingers out of his mouth and down his stomach again. “there’s nothing more your cock could do to me than a good time,”
“You want to dare me?” Isagi moaned and nodded, fingers speeding up in his pussy. His thighs were trembling where they were spread and Nagi’s eyes on him were setting his skin on fire. “I could take you,” He needed it, and he needed it now. “I know you can, you always do,”
Nagi growled and suddenly he was airborne again. He gasped as his fingers fell out his cunt and his back hit the mattress. “you’ve always had a way of getting what you wanted from me,” the man huffed, using one hand to rip his belt out the loops. “This is what you want, yeah? For me to fuck you so I don’t kill you?” Isagi gulped as the man threw his belt to the side and took out his gun. The way it was poised at him, the bullet would go straight through his head and into the bed rest. “I’m gonna do both. Spread your legs.”
“Sei-“ he started placatingly, the reality of the situation sobering him from his high momentarily. He was going to die dressed like a hooker and dripping with slick. “Shut the fuck up and spread your fucking legs,” the man’s voice was hard and Isagi contemplated once more if this was how he died. He let out a shaky breath and spread his legs, watching warily as the man’s hands fell lower and he moved closer.
“This is fully loaded and I'm gonna keep my finger on the trigger,” he put one hand on a shaky knee and lowered the gun to rub between his pussy lips, maintaining eye contact with the ravenette. Isagi cried out as it bumped again his hard clit. He was so scared he could piss himself. “One wrong move and it’s a bullet up your cunt,” the man laughed darkly as he nosed the gun against Isagi's quivering entrance. “It would be a shame to mess up something so pretty.”
The muzzle pressed against him, and he cried out, “wait I'm not stretched enough-“ he tried, snapping his lips shut as the man cut his him off with a finger to his lips and a shake of his head. “You can take it,” he said, grim smile on his lips as he looked down between his legs. “You always take what I give you, nothing more nothing less.”
Isagi’s hands flew up to his mouth to hold back a cry as the gun forced its way into him. He had stretched himself a bit with his little display earlier, but the barrel of the gun was bigger than his fingers and it hurt without prep. He squeezed his eyes shut and focused on loosening himself, he was so tight with fear it felt like the gun was going to rip him open.
He opened his mouth to complain again and snapped it shut at the dark glare on him. He whimpered and looked away; he was almost scared to do the wrong thing. The muzzle of the revolver fucked into him without remorse, making quick work of his wetness. He took in several deep breaths and leaned back against the headboard, thankful at least that it was a revolver and not a pistol spreading him open so forcefully.
Nagi chuckled and twisted, watching in awe as the ravenette’s back rose from the bed with a moan. He could only imagine how the front sight was battering against his g spot. “it’s a shame you’ve done what you’ve done,” he sighed, sinking the gun in deeper. “You make such a beautiful sight all squirmy and docile under me.” He pushed the gun in farther and the man cried out again. Isagi felt his eyes roll to the back of his head as the gun drove into him. He remembered the man’s finger on the trigger and shivered. He was so close to his orgasm; he could feel it.
Nagi looked up again, sensing his orgasm. “I'm not here to take care of you,” he said rolling his shoulders back and pulling the gun out with a sharp flick of his wrist. The ravenette’s teary eyes met his dark ones as he brought the gun up from between his thighs and tapped it against his lips. “You do know that we’re past that right?” Isagi parted his lips and let the man press the revolver in, sniffling as the man leaned over to whisper in his ears. “This night I'm gonna use you till I'm done with you.”
The agent gagged around the firearm and choked, it tasted faintly of gunpowder and strongly of him. “you're tightest and wettest just after you’ve cum,” Nagi mumbled as he reached into his robe and fondled with his tits. They were only handfuls of course -he wasn’t a woman- but Nagi had shown him on more occasion than one that he liked them just as they were. He gargled out around the gun as his nipples were teased and tugged. He remembered on another occasion how Nagi had suckled and bit at them and squirmed.
The gun in his mouth halted and Nagi chuckled, “I have a gun between your lips and you're getting wet?” the man asked with a shake of his shoulders. “I knew you’d never bore me.” The mirth cleared from the man’s eyes as he pointed the gun at the wall and shot twice, barely flinching.
“Let’s play a game,” he smiled, fiddling with the barrel of the gun. “I just emptied out this gun to one bullet and I’ve put it in the last position if I were to fire exactly six shots” he tapped Isagi’s hand and lifted it lightly before moving back and pointing the gun at him. He swallowed thickly as he stared down the barrel of the gun. “you're gonna put your hands between those legs of yours and you're going to cum before I get to the 6th shot… or you die.”
He opened his mouth to speak, and the man cut him off, “you couldn’t have thought I was joking when I said you were you're tightest and wettest just after you’ve cum, could you?” he pulled the trigger without a second thought and Isagi flinched. “Get to it,”
the ravenette made quick work of his cunt with his hands, two fingers of one hand scissoring in his velvety walls while two on the other hand rubbed fervently at his clit. He heard the click of the trigger and flinched again. The man had said that there was only one bullet in, but Isagi couldn’t find himself considering the words of a man who’d put him through this manner of humiliation. His eyes snapped up from between his leg to the gun as he heard the third click, he was halfway to the bullet, and he was scared, and he felt like he could cum at any moment from then.
A moan escaped him at the fourth trigger release, and he felt tears well up in his eyes. “Sei, I think I'm gonna-“ he was cut off by the sound of the fifth click and a crack of necks. He stared down at the man’s thick arms and imagined them between his legs. He was gonna cum.
He watched the man’s finger make to click the trigger for the sixth and his back pulled taut. The ravenette cried out hoarsely as his orgasm shot through him like a jet, squirt hitting Nagi right over the fronts of his trousers. Before long, the gun was flung across the room, and he was being pulled closer by the thighs. He barely had time to get down from his own high before the mafioso was taking his cock out and shoving it into his cunt. “Nngh- fuck,” he cried as he quivered and clamped down around the man’s large cock.
“Fuck, Ichi,” the man groaned into his ear as he revelled in his hot wetness. He huffed hotly against him and rolled his hips. “Squeeze down on me just like that,” Nagi’s grip on his waist tightened as he fucked hard into him, the sounds of the headboard knocking against the wall drowning out his own cries. He was still sensitive from his orgasm and the feel of the man’s pubic hair scratching against his clit and hairless mound was driving him crazy.
The sloppy sounds his cunt made as the man rutted into him was almost sinful, “your pussy is like music to my ears, Ichi,” Nagi pulled off from his ears but kept his head hung low and hair over his eyes. “I could treat you good, why’d you ruin it?” he lifted the smaller’s legs over his shoulder and hardened his thrusts, watching from under his hair and lashes as his head fell backwards and mouth fell open with a loud moan.
Isagi’s hands moved under his robe, one going to fiddle with his nipples as the other reached between his legs to flick at his clit. Nagi felt like could cum looking at him alone and when he felt the first clench from Isagi’s velvet walls signifying he was close to his orgasm, it only took a few thrusts to have him spilling into the smaller’s pliant hole. He blinked away the whiteness of his orgasm and pulled back, panting harshly as he watched Isagi whine and convulse from a ruined orgasm.
He dropped the man’s legs from his shoulder and pulled out fully, stretching his hand out to finger fuck his cum deep into his hole. “Shit, Ichi,” he gulped as he reached into the bedside table and brought out more lube, squirting it onto his now half hard cock generously. He closed his eyes and hissed as he stroked himself back to full length, his cock was still sensitive from his orgasm, but he needed to be in the man again so badly. He looked down and watched isagi shake through the aftershocks of his second orgasm in a row, cum slowly rolling back out from his stretched hole. Nagi knew he was big but something about stretching the smaller’s tight cunt so wide made him feel gargantuan.
Isagi whined at the feeling of cold lube suddenly being squirted unto his swollen mound and his legs spread. “Keep your legs open or I'll do it for you,” Nagi warned as he rubbed the lube onto his clit and between his lips. The slap to his pussy came so sharply and suddenly that he barely had time to register it before the next one landed.
He moaned and cried out as the man delivered another sharp slap to his oversensitive folds and he saw stars. “Ah, hurts,” he begged after a particularly hard one dropped on his lips, “sei please, ah, I can’t come again.”
“What did I tell you about can’t,” the man snarled as he spanked him again, “you're not in a position to demand things from me.” He was suddenly flipped over and balanced on his arms; hips raised up as the man’s cock was shoved in to the hilt. His mouth fell wide open against the pillow before he was spilling out weakly around the man’s cock.
“that’s it, just like that,” Nagi praised as he fucked into him slowly, “I knew you had one more in you. Keep yourself tight for me.” The white-haired man pushed his face down into the pillow with one hand and steadied his hips with the other. Everything about the man was so big, especially when compared to him. Big body, big hands, big thighs, big dick… Isagi moaned into the pillow.
The hand on his head moved to the other side of his hips, tilting them up and arching his back some more. Nagi's thrusts slowed again as he leaned over Isagi, “gods, you're so small,” he groaned as he reached a hand down and tugged at a pert nipple. Isagi moaned as he squeezed at the small mound on his chest and tugged, “tiny titties, small round hips and a tight tight cunt,” he punctuated the last word with a slow and languid upwards thrust that bumped right against Isagi's g spot. “Fuck, you couldn’t fight against me even if you wanted to.”
Isagi moaned and tightened up at the last sentence, drawing a deep rumble from Nagi’s belly. “Nngh, sei,” he whined as he fucked back against the man, squirming when rough hands gripped him again and stopped his thrusts. “Fuck, you liked that didn’t you,” Isagi burned at the discovery and looked straight down at the pillow. “You really are a nasty whore; you know that right?”
When Isagi didn’t answer, the man only chuckled again. He sighed before leaning back down to whisper in Isagi’s ear. “What? you want me to tell you I'll rape you?” his voice was low and sultry, and it sent a full body shiver through the ravenette. “Holy shit, you're one twisted slut.”
Isagi turned sharply and glared, face burning in embarrassment. He wasn’t particularly a fan of getting kink shamed while fucked. “don’t act like it doesn’t turn you on too, you bastard,” he snapped, huffing out a breath when he was pinned with a newly angled thrust. “I can feel your dick twitching and pulsing in me.”
“Never said I didn’t like it, little mole,” he laughed as he picked up his thrusts again. Isagi growled in frustration at the man’s changing paces. He knew he was doing it to make him suffer but he couldn’t handle repeatedly being brought right up to the edge of his climax and dragged back down just before the peak. He growled again and the man laughed again, he was gonna kill him dead. “But I'm the bad guy, I'm supposed to like the fucked up and dirty stuff.”
“you're not gonna get very far if you keep thinking I'm some angel,” Isagi scoffed at the man’s words and rolled his eyes, moaning slightly when he turned his neck to the side and lifted him up, so his back was flat against his chest. Nagi nosed into the crook of his neck again and inhaled deeply before grabbing by his arms and dragging him down onto his cock. “No, I guess I won’t.”
“Mm- fuck, sei, fuck I-ahh,” he trailed off with a silent, mouth-open moan, squirt gushing out onto the man’s thighs as he came for the third time. He convulsed in his arms and swayed lightly as Nagi fucked up into him. He was exhausted and his multiple orgasms were beginning to have a toll on his body.
Nagi let him fall forward into his arms, meandering his lithe body in a way that let him fuck him and hold him up. Isagi clenched around the man in pattern until he was spilling into him. He placed his hand on his belly and panted. He was going to die with a dick inside him.
“don’t pass out on me now, Ichi,” Nagi teased as he flipped him unto his back and sat back on his hunches. The room was dark spare the orange bed light above them and the ravenette tiredly wondered how so much time had flown past. He peered down at the man and his breath caught in his throat at the wolfish grin that was sent his way. The glow of the orange light shone down on the man’s pale skin and flattering form. He was gorgeous.
His fluffy white hair was soaked and curling in every which direction. His suit jacket had long since been forgotten along with his tie. His white shirt was soaked with sweat and Isagi watched with hungry eyes as he pulled it off and rolled his shoulders. The man’s beltless trousers were wide open at the fly and his softening cock hung out from above the waistband of his boxers. They panted harshly and maintained eye contact, the agent squeezing his legs together at the newfound heat in his groin. “it’s barely been five minutes of us just resting here and maintaining eye contact and you’re already getting wet,” he laughed as he traced his hands on the outsides of Isagi’s thighs, the ravenette taking a deep, shuddering breath. “The way you're looking at me, someone may confuse that you’re the big bad wolf and I'm the princess in distress.”
“That has to be right,” Isagi laughed as the man sat up and moved between his legs. “I'm obviously not the princess in distress so I have to be the big bad wolf, right?”
“a sheep in wolves clothing, maybe,” the man teased as he dragged his hands of Isagi's hips down to his ankle and up again. Isagi didn’t doubt he could feel the rising goosebumps on his skin, Nagi knew the effect he had on him.
“Maybe,” Isagi agreed with a whisper, watching as wandering hands inched closer towards his inner thigh. Heat pooled in his belly at the man’s rapidly chubbing cock and he figured that he and Nagi had to be animals the way they longed to be constantly joined at the hips. “a sheep in wolf’s clothing is still a wolf when he needs to be, at least he’s managed to convince the other wolves he is.”
He kicked out a foot and Nagi caught it with a growl, kissing the inner corners of his ankle and trailing down. Bright blue eyes followed the man down his calf right to the crevice were his thigh met his bare cunt. He hadn’t even realized that his underwear was no longer on him. Nagi stopped right in front of his wet folds, warm breath fanning against his twitching clit. “If you're a wolf,” he breathed, looking up at Isagi from between his legs. “I don’t know if I can ever handle you carefully after this.”
Isagi snapped his thighs shut around the man’s head, grunting in struggle as the man’s hands grabbed them and kept them spread. “I’ve never needed to be handled with care,” he whispered as he stared down dull grey eyes. “I'm neither a princess nor a sheep.” He gasped as the man raised up from between his legs and forced his cock in roughly. He wrapped his legs around his waist and whined as he fucked into him with resolve. They were both wolves, that he agreed on.
Isagi had quickly lost count of how many times he’d cum across the next hour. Drool slid down his cheek as Nagi continued battering into his swollen pussy. He had cum to the point where it was just piss coming out when he orgasmed, and he could barely feel below his waist. The man still had veins prominent on his face and Isagi could only assume he was still angry. He wanted to comfort him, he did, but he wasn’t sure how likely he’d remain with his hand attached to his body and unbroken if he did.
The corners of his eyes darkened, and he fought back the urge to fall asleep. He knew what passing out meant, the man would have his fill of his pussy then kill him once he could no longer tighten up just how he liked. He couldn’t get killed, he had to get the flash drive back to HQ and brief them of all he observed from the gangs’ movements. He had to setup of the follow up missions once they’d analysed the information he had acquired.
He had to do lots of things, but he was just so… tired. He blinked to clear his vision and looked down at himself, Nagi's large cock was still slightly distending his stomach as he rammed into him. The man’s lips were a dark red from constantly being bitten and Isagi realized he wanted a kiss. He whined and looked up at the man, smiling deviously at the man’s scowl and furrowed brows.
“Oh, fuck it,” Isagi murmured as he lifted his hands, wrapped them round the man’s neck and pulled him down hard. “Before you fuck me to death can you at least kiss me one more time?” Nagi slowed his thrusts and glared, he was pouting. “Whores don’t get kissed,” the words were spat with so much venom Isagi couldn’t help but shiver. He stroked down a pale cheek before the man whipped his face out of his reach.
The ravenette laughed at the man’s behaviour and felt his stomach heat up at the man’s renewed fervour, he clenched down as much as he could and nudged the man’s nose with his own. “Please, Sei?” he was pinned with a particularly hard thrust and he cried out again, thin streams of piss spraying from his hole. He moaned and begged again, pride down as the pace of the thrusting picked back up and the bed frame knocked against the wall loudly. “Please, Sei,” he tried again, “please kiss me baby.” The man grunted and sped up his thrusts, forcing the breath out of his lungs. His vision darkened once more and he whimpered, he really was going to die.
Weakly, he realized he had probably lost full control of his bladder at this point seeing as the bed was completely soaked under them. Or maybe the man had just pissed in him, he reasoned with a hum. At this point, he didn’t know what body fluid belonged to who and he wasn’t too moved to know. Just before he was about to drift off into consciousness, he felt soft, slightly chapped lips press against his own and sighed softly. He thought that maybe this wasn’t such a bad way to go out.
He came to with a start and a quiet gasp. He sat up and took in the bright hotel room, patting himself down. He wasn’t dead! He’d got caught stealing information by a mafia boss, riled up said mafia boss, gotten fucked unconscious and had woken up alive and unmaimed… if you didn’t count the severe damage his vagina had just taken. He stretched and rolled his shoulders, Nagi must have moved them to the floor after a night of what can only be described as extreme water sports on the bed. He didn’t think he’d ever pissed so much during sex, and he’d had plenty back-breaking, piss inducing sex. God, this would be so embarrassing to recount back at HQ.
He suddenly remembered Nagi, and his head snapped to the side where the man was fast asleep beside him. When he wasn’t scowling and angry, Isagi thought he looked way younger than he normally did. Youthful vigour aside, he looked completely worn out and his thighs were a deep dark red from repeatedly smacking against Isagi's ass and thighs. Comparing how his pussy felt to how it had felt when he had passed out, the man had undoubtedly continued fucking him long after he fell unconscious. He huffed and rolled his eyes, what a douchebag.
He got out of bed as stealthily as he could, using the bed as support to keep from completely collapsing. Based on his training and protocol, he was beyond lucky to find himself alive right now. In situations like this, agents were trained to do only four things; get up, dress up, collect the evidence and fucking book it. He sighed and swallowed; he would do just that if he didn’t smell like a fucking whore house.
He hobbled to the table he’d hidden his utility belt under -he was so going to need an ice pack for his vagina after this- and stretched his hand under. The area looked as neat as he left it and he could only assume that it didn’t raise enough suspicion for Nagi to ransack, he looked at his box that had been ripped in two along the zipper and pouted, he actually liked that one.
The man obviously knew he was a rat, Isagi reasoned as he pulled the belt out and strapped it round his waist, but he couldn’t have known he was CIA otherwise the gun between his lips last night would have ended with an immediate bullet in his head. The heartbeat-like throbbing between his legs didn’t stop as he pulled out his syringe and filled it with double the dosage of human tranquilizer. That high of a tranq dosage wouldn’t kill him but it’d knock him out enough for Isagi to comfortably put the sheets to wash, shower, steal his flash drive back and be halfway to HQ. Isagi yawned and tossed the syringe wrapping. He’d give anything to be the one getting tranquilized right now.
He held the syringe between his teeth and crawled over the man. He sat himself directly on the man’s covered, flaccid cock and ground down with a wince. If Nagi wasn’t asleep, that would definitely stir a reaction from him. The man grunted and bucked up weakly, turning his face to the side and snoring away. The ravenette decided that he was either dead asleep (rookie mistake) or trying to catch Isagi unawares (genius idea).
The agent groaned and let his head fall when his swollen clit bumped over the man’s slowly growing bulge, he’d have to do it now or never if he wanted to get out of here soon. He felt around for the right spot on the man to administer the dose and pinched lightly, stabbing the needle in without second thought and emptying its contents into him. Nagi’s eyes snapped open at the pin prick (he had been sleeping) and his hand shot out to grab Isagi.
“Whatareyoudoing?” he slurred as the man dodged his hand and let it fall. The ravenette smiled and grabbed both sides of his face, pecking him slightly. “Go back to bed, okay, Sei?”
The scowl didn’t leave the man’s face even as his head fell back against his pillow, if he was mad now, he’d be infuriated when he woke up. Isagi sighed and sat up on the man’s thigh, waiting for his breathing to even out properly before he could get up. He fought back a smile at a job well done, it was far too early to celebrate, he was still in dangerous, unguarded, enemy territory.
He moved back again and moaned as the bulge of the man’s cock squished against his sore clit and lips. No surprise the man’s morning wood was up and active so soon, he was a healthy adult man after all. Isagi braced his hands on the man’s chest and looked back over his shoulder; his cunt hurt but it hurt good. He contemplated what he was about to do and hummed, no amount of libido could rouse Nagi from his tranquilizer induced sleep; the CIA had made sure of that.
He rutted back again lightly and whined at the pain. He hurt but the sharpness of the sting was turning him on far more than he was proud to admit. The man’s bulge twitched against him, and his face twisted in a scowl, Isagi wondered if he was in just as much pain as he was.
The thought of the man in pain sent a shiver through him and he braced himself again, rocking gently against him. He wanted Nagi to feel as much pain and pleasure as he was feeling at the moment.
“Oh gods,” he moaned as he picked up speed, rutting against the man’s unresponsive hips. He wondered if this was how the man had taken his fill of his cunt when he had passed out from the pleasure. He was nothing if not curious and he imagined the man slapping his cock against his swollen folds. He wondered if the man would have eaten him out, maybe tried more than a few fingers in him. He thought about a fist, he thought about two.
He cried out again and rocked his hips faster, tears pooling in his eyes. It was suddenly far too hot in his ruined robe, and he was ripping it off with quickness. He pulled at his swollen nipples and whined. He needed more, he needed harder, he needed Nagi in him, knocking him relentlessly against the headboard as he jammed into him like a battering ram; bam! Bam! Bam!
“Fuck, ah- fuck!” he yelled as his orgasm caught up to him and his hips stuttered. “I'm coming, Sei,” he whined to the unconscious body, leaning down to join their lips as he gyrated against him. Slick poured out from him onto the man’s boxers, weak thrusts from the man lifting him slightly in the air.
He panted heavily and paused to catch him breath, looking down at the mess he’d made on the man’s underwear. Clarity hit him like a truck, and he laughed at the realization of what he’d just done, “holy fuck, Yoichi,” he whispered to himself as he got up unto shaky legs, “what the fuck is wrong with you?”
He looked around the room for any cameras before getting his earpiece out from his belt. If Nagi knew he was a snitch, then Reo knew too and if Reo knew he couldn’t just step out the door without expecting to get his brain blown out of his skull. He sighed and ran his hands down his face, feeling a blob of cum slide down his leg. He needed to call HQ to pick him up from the rendezvous point he said he didn’t need to go to. And before that, he needed a shower.
Nagi groaned from his spot on the floor and Isagi rolled his eyes. That was not the situation he was looking to get the man’s concurrence on and now, he hoped he liked showering in cold water.