[The small, demonic courier hide closer to the wall, holding it's breath. It was initially the wheezing kind of breathing that had alerted Tsuzuki to their unwanted company. He hasn't been a shinigami for over seventy years without learning to notice things.
He drew Hisoka closer, his body language tensing slightly with concentration and a Tsuzuki-unlike confidence. His dick throbbed at the suggestion, to Tsuzuki's frustration. He was supposed to be immune to this, but how was he supposed to react when a naked, kneeling Hisoka begged to suck him off?]
On one condition. You will wear the nipple clamps I got for you. The ones on a chain.
We don't want them to think I'm spoiling you, now do we?
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He drew Hisoka closer, his body language tensing slightly with concentration and a Tsuzuki-unlike confidence. His dick throbbed at the suggestion, to Tsuzuki's frustration. He was supposed to be immune to this, but how was he supposed to react when a naked, kneeling Hisoka begged to suck him off?]
On one condition. You will wear the nipple clamps I got for you. The ones on a chain.
We don't want them to think I'm spoiling you, now do we?