Mizuki licked his way up the hard cock in front of him, alternating between dainty little tastes and more acrobatic maneuvers.

His mother used to tell him he had a silver tongue.

The St. Rudolph manager smiled as he noted his partner’s harsh breathing, and leaned forward to engulf the erection totally.

He was quite gratified by the harsh intake of breath; this one was a tough nut to crack. His personality was…deceptive.

After it was over, Mizuki smiled brightly upwards.

“Is it my turn now?”

Kirihara opened his eyes. “Oh, I suppose so,” he replied. “You’re quite demanding, Mizuki-kun.”