>>22974678Envision being the coworker to the ever diligent salaryman Shu Yamino, who is currently falling asleep on your shoulder at a work dinner, after being peer pressured by the boss to drink more since he was paying for rounds. Now visualize offering to call him a cab home, taking in the state he was in, unable to even hold eye contact with you without his girlish eyelids fluttering shut as the alcohol attacked his weak Japanese blood system. You half lead, half carry Shu outside to the chilly curb, his body stubbornly clinging to yours, seeking your heat as his mind fights unconciousness, unintentional sleepy moans escaping his lips. He was too preoccupied with not tripping over his own feet to notice you started leading him down the sidewalk, away from where the roads were heavily illuminated with lamps and glaring store signs, to an area where in the darkest hour of the night, the ground blended with the inky black sky. Why, he may even be too drunk to notice his back be pushed against a cold brick wall, the sound of a belt being unbuckled and a rustling zipping noise echoing around him, his lagging mind unable to catch up to reality where he's clumsily forced on his knees and suddenly met with a mouthful of something musky, hard, and hot, the groan of surprise vibrating against the dick so unceremoniously shoved deep against his throat.
Imagine it, for a moment.