I caught his eye once more, and he held my gaze, his eyes glinting with an unspoken understanding. "So, she was in yourcloset then. I’m not willing to say for sure that she is the spy, but she’s moving like one.”
His gaze never left mine. “She is.”
My heart pounded in my chest.
I returned to the sketchbook and opened it to the next page.
Fuck.
The next image was of him lying on the same bed, completely satiated and knocked out.
The man and woman were gone.
Hiro lay sprawled across rumpled sheets, one arm flung above his head, the other resting on his stomach. His face was slack with post-orgasmic exhaustion, lips slightly parted, dark hair damp against his forehead.
But my eyes traveled lower.
His huge cock lay against his thigh—softened now, but still impressive even at rest. And there, catching the light even in charcoal, was metal.
Not one piercing.
Four.
I leaned closer without meaning to, studying Mami's meticulous rendering.
Two barbells intersected through the head of his cock, forming a perfect cross.
One ran horizontal—a gleaming bar that entered on one side of the glans and exited the other, the rounded ends visible on both edges.
The second pierced vertically, entering through the top of the head and emerging from the underside, its silver tips catching shadows where they rested against his skin.
The cross they formed was precise.
Deliberate.
Almost architectural in its symmetry.
Each barbell looked thick—substantial—the kind of metal you'd feel with every movement, every touch, every thrust.
I tried to imagine the sensation of that steel sliding inside a woman. The horizontal bar dragging against her walls. The vertical one pressing up, then down, hitting spots that fingers and flesh alone could never reach.
Four points of contact.
Four sources of friction.
Four reasons to lose your mind.
My mouth went dry.
“I’m even bigger in person.”
I widened my eyes. “I was just. . .realizing that you have. . .piercings too. That’s it.”
Hiro must have known exactly what I was staring at because he answered before I could ask. "When Kenji got his piercing, I got mine. This is called a magic cross."
Speechless, I flipped to the next page.
And things got even crazier.
