Chapter 10Eiji moaned, the sound music to Vincent’s ears. The skin of his neck was beautifully thin between Vincent’s teeth as he worried a mark into it. His round, plump thighs were tight around Vincent’s c**k; Eiji’s own was kept safe in Vincent’s hand, Vincent’s fingers forming a cruel band around its thickened, flushed base.
Eiji moaned again, hips vainly attempting to thrust, but Vincent had him pressed against the desk too firmly for that, and he let out a cry of frustration instead. “Tormenter,” he gasped. One hand was up behind his head, fingers clenched into Vincent’s hair; the other gripped the edge of the desk so tightly Vincent thought it might splinter.
Vincent chuckled into his mouthful of Eiji’s throat and thrust between his thighs again, the route slicked by the oil he ha
