Akande wonders if this is what Shimada considers light fun. He stands off to the side, watching as Shimada lays into the man he’s been interrogating for some time – at least he thinks he has been interrogating him. Everything not directed at him has been strictly Japanese, and by this time he is suitably sure that Shimada would be doing this if he had a reason or not.
There is something mesmerizing about the Shimada heir like this: his knee is placed on the bound man’s thigh, sure to dig into the large muscle there, one gloved hand used to brace himself against his shoulder while the other, adorned with an exquisite looking knuckle ring is slamming against his victim’s cheek again and again.
His hair has somewhat slipped out of the carefully slicked-back look, and there is a wide, sharp grin on his face. He looks deranged but beautiful even more so with splatters of blood against his face.
Akande would have liked to have the surprisingly amusing evening finish over the delicious meal Shimada had offered him, but he was nothing if not adaptable. Different cultures do have different customs, after all.
Suddenly, Shimada straightens up. Akande is not sure what the sign has been – whether he’s gotten the information he likes or whether he’s simply gotten bored – but all of a sudden he pulls out a sleek, black pistol and shoots the man right between the eyes.
Akande shifts his weight and watches Shimada whirl on him. He almost reaches for his own weapon when Shimada lets his own gun fall carelessly to the ground and prowls towards him.
He falls to his knees in front of him, hands greedily grabbing at his belt and jerking it open. Akande watches, eyebrows drawn, arms slowly, hesitantly unfolding. He glances towards the two big dogs flanking the door, but they are sitting like statues, unconcerned with anything that’s happening, even when he puts his hand on their master’s head.
He is reasonably sure they are used to this very picture.
Staring down at Shimada stuffing his throat with his cock, he is a bit concerned with those sharp teeth that are decidedly more red than white at the moment.
Shimada is wild for cock, gagging on Akande when he tries to fuck his throat on his not-yet-hard dick, and Akande wants to slow him down, but he is reasonably sure the effort will not be met favorably.
He sighs and closes his eyes, listening to the wet sounds of Shimada gurgling on his dick, feeling the silky, hot clutch of his throat.
Seems like he’ll just have to stay put and let Shimada unload the energy that has ramped up so sharply during his ‘entertainment’.
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