Next time, he thinks somehow, ragged remains of thought and self and breathing, next time, light and lightning under his skin, behind his eyes, the world is heavy on him, every sound a pressure but everything spiralling down and around Tsubaki's hand around his cock, stroking with merciless steadiness. Next time as the world goes away, he would hold out long enough to win the bet and get that stupid vp to call him 'nii-san.
BOSSUN/TSUBAKI; sᴋᴇᴛ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ
Next time, he thinks somehow, ragged remains of thought and self and breathing, next time, light and lightning under his skin, behind his eyes, the world is heavy on him, every sound a pressure but everything spiralling down and around Tsubaki's hand around his cock, stroking with merciless steadiness. Next time as the world goes away, he would hold out long enough to win the bet and get that stupid vp to call him 'nii-san.