for the folks on here who read stasis. They have reached the BDSM club.
annadante
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NSFW 🔞 JJK multishipping. writing a lot of kinky fic. pervert with softest heart.
NSFW 🔞 JJK multishipping. writing a lot of kinky fic. pervert with softest heart.
![Genpuku is a Japanese coming-of-age ceremony. It dates back to classical Japanese period named Nara. The ceremony was usually backed by an older state member. The adult was changing his childhood name for a new adult name.[1] He was also taking on adult responsibilities.[1]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:w5oz4p4gn4gzy3spwm6psgt6/bafkreieuzuxnpx4xwn5l5yqpkssiwqek5gwj4idipip4i3e36b5dajnqci)
!["You're again in those clothes," Getou notes, as he approaches Satoru, circles him, the fire of his gaze runs over.
"I'm coming from work," Satoru says, waits for Getou to finish his path to the bookshelves. "It's my company, to be clear, I own it," he adds but he's following Getou still, who pulls a drawer, then a line of rope like a line of blood spills out of, on his feet, tangled into a heap.
Getou is wrapping red rope around his palm.
"Take your clothes off," he orders.
It rings, dances in the air, it lashes against Satoru's warming cheeks and the tips of his ears and his hands fly up to undo the buttons of his shirt even before he can find the will and make his limbs cooperate. His gaze flicks down at the spot on the carpet where his knees usually are. He makes, no forces, his eyes to look up, at Getou again, as his hands go down halfway, undoing the damp fabric from his skin, and the man is staring at him. Just that. Red around the back of his palm, again, and another loop, and his dark eyes on him as though he can hear his thoughts. And suddenly Gojou wants to know if this wat the exact rope that tied him up last time. If this is how Getou immobilized him, make him open his legs and pulled out his cock and his cock just now aches from the thought of it too. He pulls the hem of the shirt out, Getou's gaze swipes along the movement, too, the rope halts.
Satoru's hand stop at the buckle. He waits until Getou's eyes meet his. Keeping him there, Satoru starts again. He knows this well, what men look like when they want him, the look in their eyes the want in their body roaming up and down. Getou's still and steady but he won't be an exception. Satoru slides the tongue of the belt through the metal, unbuckles it with a click, then slides the whole length of it through the loops on his pants. Drops it on the floor deliberately to make a sound. Getou's starting at him still. [reached wordlimit]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:w5oz4p4gn4gzy3spwm6psgt6/bafkreic6shoxxzorr3ylmvfuxuxcff4f7ymtdwd43ak7nyryq7nwiunckq)
