Alex huffs a pout against Mahiro’s mouth but stops moving, and Mahiro slowly pulls off Alex’s body. Alex whimpers at the loss of contact, and Mahiro himself feels strangely hollow, their connection broken for the moment. Mahiro looks carefully and realizes he left just a tiny bit too much slack in the ankle lines, and when he gives Alex a wry look, Alex just laughs.
“Not going to punish me for not following the spirit of the law, are you, sir?” he asks and flutters his eyelashes.
“No,” Mahiro says and unclips his ankles to quickly push Alex’s knees up and apart until Mahiro can grasp the base of his plug, the plug that’s been bumping his prostate every time Mahiro rocked against him, and pull it out carefully. “But you’d better be ready for me.” Mahiro grabs a pump of lube and slicks his
