Their bodies joined in brutal intimacy—Hiro's cock buried so deep inside his brother that each pulse between them must have echoed in both their veins.
Kenji's fingers clawed desperate furrows into the desk's edge, splinters embedding under his nails. His mouth stretched in a silent scream that seemed to pull the oxygen from the room.
Between Kenji’s thighs, his cock hung heavy and abandoned—engorged, aching, dripping a steady stream of pearlescent cum onto the floor beneath them like tears.
Words were scratched near Kenji's open mouth, desperate and raw in scarlet ink. "Harder! Make me forget I'm the Dragon."
Behind him, words were curled along Hiro's jaw. "With me, you're not the Dragon. You're just mine."
I went to the next page.
They were both in a sixty-nine position, bodies locked in perfect symmetry.
Kenji's powerful thighs straddled Hiro's face, muscles quivering with each breath Hiro exhaled against his most sensitive flesh.
Kenji's tongue traced the thick vein running along the underside of Hiro's cock. Hiro's fingers digging crescents into the firm globes of Kenji's muscular ass, spreading him wide.
Red ink spiraled between their tangled bodies—Kenji's words written upside down near Hiro's thighs. "I want to taste you, brother, while you taste me. I want us to drown together."
And Hiro's response, right-side up, breathing against Kenji's skin. "We've shared everything else. Why not this?"
Flip.
Side by side. Stroking each other. Watching each other. Their free hands intertwined between them like lovers. Cum splattered across both their stomachs—fresh, glistening, mixing together in pearlescent streaks that Mami had rendered with devastating precision.
Their intertwined fingers were framed by words in matching red.
From Kenji, written near his closed eyes. "No one else will ever understand us."
From Hiro, scrawled beside their joined hands. "No one else was ever meant to."
Flip.
Kenji riding Hiro. His thighs flexed as he lifted himself up and slammed back down. Hiro's hands wrapped around Kenji's cock, stroking in time with the brutal rhythm. Both of them drenched in sweat. Both of them wrecked. Both of them looking at each other like the rest of the world had ceased to exist.
Hiro's command was written in bold red strokes near his intense gaze. "Look at me, brother. Don't close your eyes. I want to see you fall apart."
And Kenji's surrender, inked along his arched throat. "Only for you. Only ever for you."
Flip.
Hiro pressed against a wall. Kenji's hand around his throat. Their cocks grinding together while Kenji's other hand worked between them—fast, rough, punishing.
Hiro's cum painted across Kenji's stomach in thick ropes while Kenji's release followed seconds later, adding to the mess.
The words clawed up from Hiro's throat where Kenji's hand gripped. "Choke me. Remind me I'm alive."
And Kenji's response burned red near his snarling lips. "You're more than alive. You're everything."
Flip.
Both of them collapsed on a bed.
Tangled together.
Covered in each other.
Kenji's head on Hiro's chest.
