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Scrunching his nose as he taps end the call, the short raven hair man rubs his wrinkled forehead and settles in the sofa. His purple hair wife quick sits by his side, rubbing his arm to sooth the anger bubbling up in his chest.
But a look at his worried wife, he holds her hand on his arm, “Don’t worry, honey. I already settle the lawsuit.”
She sighs in relief, “Thank goodness. I’m worried if we catch media attention again.” She rests her head on her husband’s shoulder before looking at the source of their stress.
“You, young man!” The husband starts.
The wife pats his chest, sending eye message saying leave this to me. The husband huffs, leaning back while watching their beloved heir nonchalantly checking stock market through his phone. Not even flinching at his voice just now.
Everything of their son inherited from the wife except the color of his eyes. Yet his intellect and temper definitely take after the husband. Mikage Corporation’s pride and future currently in his rebellious phase.
“Reo dear,” the wife calls out. Reo puts his phone down, eyes sharp at his own parents as if daring them to fault him for a mere car accident lawsuit. “I did tell you if anyone wrong you, just tell mommy.”
Reo waits.
“I know you won’t do anything without reasons.” She soothes. Reo glimpses at his father with a smug, mommy takes his side. The husband scoffs.
The wife pats her husband’s chest once more, before smiling at Reo, “But this time, you really need to get punish. I nearly become a widow with a stunt you pull today, Reo.”
Reo can’t hide his widening smile at his mommy’s joke while the husband pinches the wife’s cheek playfully. “Punish?” The word finally sinks. His parents never punish him, ever. Reo grips his phone tightly with a scowl.
“I won’t take your phone, Reo. We know you need all technology as Mikage’s heir.” The wife jests, but to Reo’s relief.
“Your Ferrari is damaged, right?” The wife says, and Reo nods. A wicked smile from her, realization dawn Reo.
“Don’t take my car!” Reo jumps on his feet. “I can’t live without my car!” He pleads.
The husband scoffs, “Apparently yesterday you seem fine to damage your car when you crash another car.”
Reo scowls, “It is their fault for trying to break stop in front of me in the middle of road!”
“Still, young ma-“
“I’m not taking your car, Reo.” The wife retorts before the two men starts their verbal war which she knows always ends up bad and cold treatment for days.
“You are not?”
“No?”
They look at the wife, one with relief while the other obviously not looking satisfy.
“Your Ferrari is damaged. Find a way to fix it on your own.” The wife finalized.
Reo rolls his eyes, easy punishment. He whisks out his phone, but his mommy adds in.
“No Baya. None of Mikage butlers nor maids will help you. I say, find a way to fix it. On your own.” The wife stands up, with a smile and a sway of her hips, she happily walks to the kitchen.
The husband smirks, “Be independent, Reo.” He follows after his wife.
Reo scowls, they know how much he depends on Baya on something as trivial as car management. Recently, he purchased a Ferrari as a reward for himself turning 18 and already achieves so much. His knowledge in maintaining car is not much and he possess none of the necessary equipment to fix it.
Baya walks in and stands by Reo’s side. Reo waits for words from Baya, but the old lady smirks.
“Ugh, everyone is mean.” Reo flops on the sofa, looking at the high ceiling. The spacious monotonous living room does nothing to air out his frustration. “How do I fix a car? A Ferrari no less? Isn’t there a special way to maintain it?”
He blabs on but Baya remains silent.
Reo sits up, doing his best with his pitiful gaze, “Ba-ya…”
Baya sighs. A smile creeps on Reo’s face. He knows Baya is weak to his cute expression. Baya is like his second mother.
“Reo-sama, there is this thing in the world called mechanic.” Baya relents.
Light bulb pops on his mind, “Right, finding a mechanic is part of me finding a way to fix this on my own!” Reo jumps on his feet.
Reo searches up mechanic nearby to tow his car.
“Reo-sama, you still can drive your car. Tow is not allow, Madam says so.” Baya chimes in.
His eyes comically round, “What? I need to drive a damaged car around?” Baya nods, Reo shakes his head, “So lame! No!”
Even with his best cuteness, Baya does not give in this time. Reo grumbles, his mommy knows Reo doesn’t like to look uncool.
He hates this punishment.
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Reo has to drives miles to the nearby mechanic. Which obviously not near at all.
As he drives, the number of houses decrease along with the cars passing by. Greenery and tall trees on his left and right. Honestly, if it is not because of his damaged Ferrari, Reo would be in the mood for a long ride with right playlist.
Siri chimes, THREE KILOMETER FROM HERE, TURN LEFT.
“Ha?! There is no road to the left, Siri! Are you stupid?!” Reo hit the wheel. Eyes looking around to find a turn to turn to, but to no avail.
Okay, he learns his lesson. Do not hit someone’s car eventhough they are being an asshole on the road. Now, Gods, please answer me and show me where the mechanic is! Reo frowns.
He drives longer before a turn comes to his sight. It isn’t a concrete road but a sand path to…
Reo slows down his car and turns in. A sole building in the middle of nowhere comes in his view. There are no trees nor grass around the building but dirt field. A pitiful attempt to cement in a certain area. If he is not looking for a workshop, nobody would notice the turn to the building in between of trees.
Judging from the messy and tools cluttering around, Reo trusts his guts that saying it is mechanic workshop. A shabby workshop one.
Reo parks his Ferrari at the entrance, he thinks. It does look like an entrance? No one comes out of the shop to greet him eventhough he is sure his car makes noises to alert whoever inside.
Reo turns off the engine and steps out. “Hello?”
He walks into the workshop, “Hello? Anyone?” He tries again.
Reo passes an antic car, looking like a work in progress.
Going to the high table he thinks supposedly a counter, just a high enough for Reo to settle his arms on to peek beyond the counter to check if there is anyone there.
Thankfully, there is someone there. Someone…
Reo’s eyes widen. Eight packs have assaulted his innocent eyes. A shirtless person rests listlessly on the plastic chair. Thick thighs tight in cargo pants that dangerously low around his waist, exposing his hairy V-line. Legs outspread as if inviting someone to sit on and feel small. Veiny arms rest on armrest with fingers intertwine on his belly. A tuff of white hair pops out on the face covered by a gravure magazine.
Oh shit, he is hot! Reo bites his lips.
Stomping down his attraction, Reo knocks the table, “Customer here.”
The man stirs. The magazine falls into his lap as he sits up, cracking his shoulders and stretching his muscle. Finally, gray eyes bore to his purple ones.
Blood rush to Reo’s cheeks as he takes in the man before him. Not only he possesses a hot body, but also a good-looking face. His heart thumps against his ribs as a blossoming emotion take a seed.
“Customer,” The white hair man drawls, voice hoarse from his disturbed nap. Blood from his cheeks happily makes their way to Reo’s groin. “What do you want?” He asks, Reo clenches his thighs.
Being at an isolated area with just the two of them inside the building, bravery overpower him with horniness pushes his courage, Reo purrs, “My car, outside.”
The man stares at Reo, probably noticing Reo’s flirtatious tone. He stands up, and Reo has to bite his moan at their height difference. Reo barely reaches his shoulders and the difference in their size runs Reo’s fantasy wild. The man has broad shoulders, not even reaching to his shirt on the counter, he walks out shirtless with Reo following his steps.
“A Ferrari.” The man stated. He looks at Reo like Reo is crazy.
Reo leans in close, arms slung behind him, Reo sways his body. Damn today he was not expecting to find The One, so he did not dress up to flirt. Oh well, he has his pretty face.
Tilting his head in the way usually make people relents to his demand, Reo flutters his long lashes, “Fix it, please?”
The man’s eyes widen and Reo cheers internally. There is no man ever not falling for his tactic.
Catching himself in trance, the man shakes his head, and says, “I’ll see what I can do.” He assesses the car, holding out his palm, “Car key?”
Reo gives his car key, and purposely brushing his fingers on the open palm. The mechanic doesn’t react much as he takes the car key, but his bright red ears are telling.
Oh, an outwardly stern and bored man actually a softie inside! Just to Reo’s liking!
As the man starts to work, Reo stands aside. His muscle bulges and tense at his pushes and pulls. Oh, bless Reo’s eyes. Reo rubs his thighs to sooth the building arousal. Biting his lips, maybe looking anywhere except the man can lessen it but the man is too delicious to not look at.
Reo kicks the sand softly, playing around his lips between his teeth, his mind blares countless alarms.
Warning! Reo is attracted to the mechanic!
Warning! Reo is planting the seed of affection!
Warning! Reo is letting an obsession taking place!
“Hey,” The man sets the plastic chair from the counter beside him. When did the man passes him to go in, Reo isn’t aware. Reo is in crisis and now halted due to their close proximity.
“Sits.” The man says and sitting Reo does. The man stares at Reo for a while. Blushing hard, Reo lowers his gaze but meeting with the man’s hard abs, squeaking, Reo settles to his fists gripping nothing tightly.
The man hums, Reo refuses to look up, “You are pretty.” He chuckles.
Reo’s body hums at the sudden praise from his deep voice. His head whips up but the man already by his car, resuming his fixing.
Reo aware of his attractiveness, he even weaponizes it sometimes, for fun. Straight rare lavender locks reaching his shoulders. Cherry lips and blemish-free skin. Ethereal violet eyes contrasting his fair skin and dark locks.
He was not expecting to meet a hottie and regrets for wearing short-sleeve black t-shirt tucks into long black tight jeans. His black platform sneakers dusty against the sandy ground.
Reo hopes at least the man notices his curves. Tiny waist with wide hips is everyone’s dream to hold. Snug thighs and long legs that Reo wishes the mechanic would fantasize to fuck.
It takes few hours before the mechanic done and they go to the counter to settle the payment.
“I’m Mikage Reo, by the way.” Reo hands over his business card. “Call me Reo.”
“Nagi Seishirou.” The man replies shortly. Counting the cash before putting them in a box. Reo’s business side wants to nag at how careless the man handles the money but he pushes it aside to favor his horniness.
Knowing there are only them in the building, Reo walks to the side and into the counter. Nagi Seishirou tenses but his expression remains blank.
“Hey, Seishirou.” Reo trails his fingers on Seishirou’s muscular biceps. Pushing himself on toes, Reo whispers to the red ear, “Wanna fix something else?”
Seishirou shudders, “What is.” He drawls. If not for the red ears, Reo would assume Seishirou isn’t interested.
Hopping on the counter, Reo tugs Seishirou by his waist band to stand between his spread legs, “Me.” Reo rests his palms on Seishirou’s nape. Oh, Reo wants to caress his fingers on Seishirou’s naked abs, but that’s for later. Now he needs to seduce him.
Having Seishirou’s full attention, eyes raking all over Reo’s face and body, Reo rolls his hips dangerously close to Seishirou’s hips, “Reo needs fixing, Sei.”
Reo pulls their face close, their breathe intertwine. Reo wets his lips and Seishirou’s eyes sharp on his teasing tongue.
Ah, so easy. A smirk tugs the corner of Reo’s lips. He caresses Seishirou’s hair at his nape, coaxing him to give in to pleasure.
Seishirou’s body heat sends shivers all the way to Reo’s little pussy. Already drenched from his dirty thoughts.
Seishirou holds Reo’s thighs, slowly caressing higher.
“Ahhn.” Reo moans, eyes shut, biting his lips, refusing Seishirou’s little touch affects him too much than expected.
His palms pass Reo’s nipples, Reo bites his moan.
“Here,” Seishirou taps Reo’s lips with something.
Opening his eyes, Reo looks at the roll of money in Seishirou’s fingers. He smirks at Reo, “Your change.”
With that, Seishirou pulls away. A last look and Seishirou storms off to the back of workshop.
Leaving Reo with heaving breathe and throbbing pussy.
“Oh no.” Reo rubs his thighs together desperately.
Oh no, he wants Seishirou more than he expected.
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Today is another day of Reo’s attempt to seduce Seishirou. Wearing loose sleeveless white T-shirt and a jean short short, Reo skips into his Ferrari.
Being a regular at the workshop, Reo learns the ups and downs of its business. There are days they are packed with customers and some days, there are no customers at all. Today Reo hopes he has Seishirou all to himself.
Ever since their first meeting, Seishirou never take initiative to make a move on Reo, it has always been Reo and Reo doesn’t mind. Seishirou never refuses him. In fact, the man lets Reo does as he pleases.
Arriving at the workshop, Reo pouts when he sees Seishirou already occupied by a customer. Walking inside, he hops on the counter, observing Seishirou dreamily.
“Not giving up today too, kid?” A orange-hair man walks into the counter, sitting on the plastic chair. The man follows his gaze to Seishirou with a raised eyebrow, “What is so good about that plain guy, kiddo? He is a lazy ass 90% of his life.”
The first time Reo hears the man’s snarky comments, Reo blabs on and on about Seishirou, be it his best side and flaw side, Reo simply likes everything about him. Unknowing Seishirou behind him getting redder and redder as the orange head takes pleasure in both of their embarrassment.
“I like him so much. He is so dreamy. I want him so bad.” Reo sighs, eye fucking Seishirou from distance.
The man makes puking noises. Reo smacks his head, “You don’t know anything about attraction, Kunigami-san.”
Kunigami Rensuke, Seishirou’s fellow business partner. The two of them own the building, and start a workshop business together. Seishirou taught Reo that Kunigami is an asshole that deserve to not be taken seriously.
Reo rests a leg on the counter, turning to Kunigami who is sitting behind him in the chair, Reo plays with the chains on his platform shoes, “Naa, Kunigami-san.”
“What is it, Reo-san.” Reo hears Kunigami’s teasing tone, but he pushes the urge to kick the smirk that plasters on his face.
“Have Seishirou dated before?” He mutters, but he knows Kunigami hears him.
Kunigami curls his arms, leaning back to the chair, “Hmm,” He thinks before answering, “Nah, Seishirou doesn’t do date.” Reo lets out a relief sigh, so he can take Seishirou! And Kunigami continues, “He fucks.”
Reo hiccups. Biting his lips, “Oh.” He plays with the chains. Jealousy creeps in, he feels like his heart is going to break but he asks anyway, “What kind of people he sleeps with?”
Kunigami hums, “Seishirou’s type?”
“Definitely not a rich brat like you.” Seishirou retorts from behind Reo. He throws a tool into the toolbox before picking a cloth to clean his hands.
Reo scoots closer to Seishirou, “Not me?”
He pulls Seishirou by his waistband to settle between Reo’s legs. Too bad today Seishirou decides to wear his shirt. He takes the cloth from Seishirou’s hand and wipes Seishirou’s fingers. “Really?” Reo tilt his head.
His hands innocently cleaning Seishirou’s fingers, but his legs pushing to between Seishirou’s legs, teasing his inner thigh, going up and up.
Seishirou catches the back of Reo’s knee, pulling it up on the counter. Under his jean, Reo’s pussy lips spread and a gush slips out, Reo bites his lips.
“Really.” Seishirou replies but his eyes betray his words as he roams all over Reo’s face and body.
Seishirou pulls back, taking the cloth from Reo’s hand and throw it into toolbox, “Don’t come here if you have nothing to fix, brat.”
Kunigami snorts are unwelcome, he says, “Who cares? He pays a lot to be here. Let the money rolls in.”
Seishirou scoffs, it is a truth. They can stay unemployed for a year with those money.
But it seems the two’s conversation disinterests Reo as his expression looks calculating, Seishirou stares until Reo’s expression clear, like a bulb pops on his head. Reo jumps down the counter. Looking up at Seishirou, Seishirou holds back the shudders threatened to run down his spine. Not only their size difference turns him on, but the smile spreading on Reo’s face pulls his gaze and scarily, his heart, in.
“I’ll come back with something to fix!” Reo declares.
Seishirou wonders what that wicked mind has planned. Reo beckons Seishirou to lower himself as if to whisper something to Seishirou’s ear.
Seishirou rolls his eyes and lower his head to Reo’s level. Reo cups his mouth to whisper something to Seishirou’s ear.
Chu~!
Reo kisses Seishirou’s cheek. Reo laughs as he runs away, turning back, “See you tomorrow, Seishirou!” And he skips out of the workshop.
“What a brat.” Seishirou shakes his head sternly.
Kunigami hums, “And that isn’t the first time he did that. You fall everytime.” Kunigami stretches his body, hands crossed at the back of his head and yawning loudly while saying, “Or it is just you want his kisses.”
Seishirou scoffs and doesn’t say anything back.
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Reo has nothing to do with Chigiri’s sudden broken BMW. He swears! He is just a good friend willing to bring the broken car to a certain workshop. Chigiri doesn’t mind as long as it gets fixed.
Today is one of the days they have no customers. Reo skips into the workshop and finding Seishirou at the counter. Napping like he always does with gravure magazine covering his face. His already short sleeve rolled to his shoulders and Reo pokes Seishirou’s biceps.
“Sei~” Reo purrs. When the white hair man doesn’t react, Reo sits on his laps. Reo pretends to not notice Seishirou’s breathe stutters, he wants to pretend to be asleep, then Reo will play along.
“Sei~” Reo rolls his hips. A bulge appears on Seishirou’s left thigh, Reo circles it with his fingers. Reo bites his lips as arousal pooling on his lower stomach. Eyes focusing on the bulge he fantasizes so much.
A hand wraps his wrists together and pushes him back, with a mere strength around his grasp to keep Reo from falling down, the magazine falls on the floor, Seishirou’s grey pupils darkened, “Stop that.”
Seishirou holds Reo’s armpits before picking him up to set on the counter.
Reo smiles, “My car needs fixing!”
Seishirou rubs his nape in exasperation, “I already did weeks ago.”
Reo shakes his head, “Nope, another car!” Reo hops down to the outside, Seishirou follows him.
And truly, a car to fix. Without another word, Seishirou begins his assessment at the car, he says without looking at Reo, “Get me my toolbox.”
Reo skips into the workshop, picking up the heavy navy toolbox, his eyes trains on the fallen gravure magazine. Full of sexy girls in skirt.
Gears turn in his mind, a smirk forming on his face while he brings the toolbox outside. Reo just has a brilliant idea.
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Reo saunters into the workshop in tight white top pairs with flared baby pink skirt and platform. He looks for Seishirou but he is occupied by a customer. Kunigami is nowhere to be seen. Reo hops on the counter and apparently his huff attract Seishirou and the customer’s attention.
Reo blushes at their scrutiny, probably taking in Reo’s choice of outfit. Turning back to the counter, Reo hops once more in attempt to sit on the counter like he always does.
His skirt hikes up and some part of him wants to cry, knowing his white panties obviously expose to two men and one of the audience is unwanted.
Steeling his gut, Reo hops and finally settles on the counter. His face blushes hard, but he needs to play his part as a seductress. Hugging his arms, he pushes his chin up at his audiences, crossing his legs together.
Thankfully, the men are busy talking to each other. Part of Reo reliefs that none of them see his panties he accidentally flashes to the whole world. He just wants to show off to his Seishirou.
A small smile tugs on his lips as flush creeps in, embarrassed for calling Seishirou as his. His legs daggle as he waits Seishirou to approach him.
Seeming finished talking, the customer about to walk towards Reo but Seishirou’s harsh tug at the man’s scruff stops him, Seishirou points at the plastic chair at the opposite way with his thumb. The customer bows apologetically and makes his way to the pointed chair.
Reo’s heart thrums when Seishirou comes over, he uncrosses his legs. Seishirou picks up his toolbox but Reo holds his hand and pulls him to between his legs.
“Sei, look what I’m wearing for you.” Reo cups Seishirou’s cheeks. Their eyes lock together, slowly, Reo drops his hands to rest behind him. Presenting his outfit to feast by Seishirou’s eyes, “For you.” Reo breathes out.
Honestly, his feet are trembling in his platform. Never has Reo seduces someone like he does right now. He teases but never with intention to fuck, but now he is practically begging to get fucked. Specifically, specially, by Nagi Seishirou.
Seishirou’s eyes roam all over his body, his hands twitch and Reo guides his hands to rest on his exposed thighs, “Do as you please, Sei.”
Reo’s pussy gushes at the heat of Seishirou’s palms. Biting down his moan. It is just a little touch, but Reo already feeling like orgasming.
SLAP!
Pain stings his left thigh. Jolted to straightened his posture, Reo’s eyes widen.
Seishirou’s palm engulfs Reo’s nape, he whispers so closely to Reo’s lips, his eyes fucking Reo’s, “Behave.” He commands, taking a step back. With a toolbox, he walks towards the car.
Leaving Reo shocked and aroused.
But with an obvious bulge in Seishirou’s pant, Reo blushes. His trick is a success. Biting his lips, hands between his clothed pussy, rubbing his thighs together. Reo desperately wants to hump on something, someone.
His eyes meet Seishirou’s, at the man’s raised eyebrow, the mechanic knows what he did. Reo bites his lips.
Skirt becomes Reo’s favorite piece since then. No matter what and when, Seishirou pops boner whenever he sees Reo in skirt. The man is not even shame at his giant bulge while fixing car. Oh no.
Unfortunately, these past days, customers keep coming that Reo has no time to make a move on Seishirou except flaunting his sexy outfit at Seishirou and apparently, some customers also enjoy the view. Not that he cares, as long as they keep their hands to themselves.
He wants Seishirou to lose it. He desperately wants Seishirou to ravish him. Reo bites his lips, watching Seishirou’s sweaty body under the sun.
Ah, please, Sei, fuck Reo already.
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After months of not misbehaving, his parents lost it when Reo breaks the car’s engine by hitting it with golf. Reo apologized sweetly and promised to fix it at a workshop.
That’s how Reo ends up at the front workshop again.
Today, Reo takes his seducing attempt to another level.
Wearing white off-shoulders short sleeves that exposing his flat belly button and flared black short skirt with knee high stockings and platforms. Oh, did he mention he wears no panty? Wetness slides down his thighs.
Reo steps out of his car when he spots shirtless Seishirou, talking to a girl. His nerve flairs when the girl in mini skirt, so similar to the women in gravure magazine Seishirou uses to cover his face.
Jealousy creeps in.
He hears the girl’s shrill voice, “Thank you for fixing my car. I don’t think payment is enough, do you mind a dinner?”
Alas Seishirou’s attention pins on Reo. Pride blooms in his heart when Seishirou can’t take his eyes off Reo. Like a default reaction, Seishirou’s bulge tents against his pants as soon as his eyes fall on Reo.
Reo puts extra sways in his steps.
The girl squeak when her eyes trails all over Seishirou’s abs before staring at Seishirou’s large bulge.
“Are-are you okay? Do you need m-my help?” The girl asks, eyes finally looking up to Seishirou whose attention elsewhere.
The girl about to follow where his gaze goes when Reo flings himself on Seishirou’s arm. Squinting at the girl, Reo chuckles, his fingers tease circular motion on Seishirou’s bulge, “Huge, isn’t he?”
The girl squeaks, taking hint Reo’s possessiveness as she fled.
Seishirou catches Reo’s wrist. “What are you doing, brat?”
Reo pouts, “Car breaks down.” Pointing to his car, his head tilts.
Today’s top is loose, Reo makes sure Seishirou gets full view of his pert pink nipples. Seishirou’s eyes drops exactly where he wants them to be and the man not even try to pull his gaze away.
Reo points at the car. Seishirou goes back to his working mode and pulls the car in and assess the engine. “Haa, it’s under.” Seishirou pulls a creeper out.
Reo scratches his nape, he expects to seduce Seishirou, but the man drowns in his work. Seishirou lays on the creeper and pushes himself under the car.
A bulb lights up, now is the time!
Reo squats on Seishirou’s bulge. He wonders if Seishirou can see it. Reo bumps his pussy to Seishirou’s bulge. Seishirou tenses. Boldly, Reo rubs his wet pussy against Seishirou’s clothed tent.
“Sei,” Reo moans lowly. His leaky pussy wetting Seishirou tent. Resting his palms on Seishirou’s hip, Reo earnestly humps Seishirou’s bulge. “My pussy feels so good! Enh!”
His hole aches, but Reo really needs to press his clit hard on Seishirou. “My clit, yes, yes,” More gush leaks out as he feels orgasm builds under his stomach. “Sei,” Reo drops his weight on Seishirou, grinding his pussy hard as little squirt explodes.
Without warning, Seishirou slides out under the car, Reo nearly stumbles back but Seishirou’s rough hand holds him. Seishirou leans on the car. One hand warps around Reo’s waist while the other engulfs his nape, pulling his face closer to Seishirou’s.
“Reo,” Seishirou breathes out, “I’m going to kiss you now.” And the man pecks Reo’s lips, “You are. So hot. So tempting.” Seishirou says in between pecks.
“Enh, Sei,” Blush flares Reo’s cheeks, he wraps his arms around Seishirou’s neck. Pushing his wet pussy to Seishirou’s now drenched bulge. Gently rolling their hips together as they taste each other.
Seishirou grabs his ass, with a demanding voice, he gruffs, “Move your hips.”
A hand grips Reo’s nape while the other on his ass, Reo hands falls by his side as Seishirou forces his way into Reo’s mouth. Reo is breatheless, he steals few breathe before giving in to Seishirou’s kisses. His hips hump his pussy on Seishirou’s bulge, stopping only gain a slap on his ass.
Reo cries as his pussy quivers, pushing his squirts out and Seishirou is ruthless, gripping his waist to force Reo to keep humping eventhough his legs have long given out and his pussy too overstimulated.
Reo slumps in Seishirou’s embrace, picking him in bridal style, Seishirou kisses Reo’s forehead. “Mine.” He claims, bringing Reo to the back of workshop Reo has never stepped in before.
At the back of his mind, Reo wonders what kind of beast he has awakened?