Hiro blinked. “Well. . .this never happened.”
“No shit.”
Kenji.
Hiro.
Both naked.
Both together in the most erotic way possible.
My brain short-circuited.
The drawing showed them facing each other, bodies pressed so close there was no space between them. Kenji's hand was wrapped around both of their cocks—his and Hiro's—stroking them together in a single fist with savage intensity. Sweat-slick skin. The swollen heads of their thick, pulsing cocks kissed at the top, lines of pre-cum glistening between them in careful strokes of white charcoal against the dark shading.
Hiro's forehead pressed hard against Kenji's, their eyes closed, mouths barely an inch apart, letting out ragged breaths.
Their bodies were a study in contrast and similarity.
Both with brilliant tattoos.
Both equally powerful.
Same broad shoulders.
Same narrow waists.
Same thick, muscled thighs pressing together.
The piercings.
God, the piercings.
Mami had drawn them in excruciating detail—Kenji's rose piercing gleaming against Hiro's magic cross, metal touching metal as their cocks slid together in Kenji's grip.
Near their faces—so close their breath could mingle—Mami had written in delicate red ink.
The words curled from Kenji's parted lips."You're the only one who knows what I need, brother."
And from Hiro's mouth, the response bled crimson across the page."Then let me give it to you. All of it."
Heat flooded my entire body.
Between my thighs.
Up my spine.
Across my chest until my nipples tightened against my bra.
I couldn't breathe.
I couldn't think.
I could only stare.
When I turned to look at Hiro, he just appeared absolutely shocked and speechless himself.
Well. . .I should look at more. . .I must be. . .thorough. . .Right?
