>>30684897i am not amefag or priestess, but i need to write this as i ship you two.
It has been many years since the fall of nasfaq and people have mostly moved on their lives with a quiet nostalgia for their past glories. Somewhere in the glow of neon and LED lights blaring through a thigh rain pattering the tarmac below in a humid Tokyo high rise apartment; an old man in a silk shower robe watches with a sigh over the balcony, the same rain dripping from his aged but still soft and sleek body wet from head to toe from his long black hair to his porcelain legs, dripping back down to the balcony floor. There is a window smash. He does not care, if this is how he dies it is a graceful death in this industry, better to splatter the floor below in blood in an """"accidental"""" death than be tortured. He doesnt move, looking down at the floor he knows hes about to meet, but there is no push. Familiar hands rub up and down his flat anorexic body as a beating chest presses into his back and whispers right into his ear "one last time mon-ame?". "you mean mon-ami" "no, no i dont".
The nightgown offers no resistance clinging to his body revealing his entire form down to the drops of water bouncing off his little cock as he gently resists his attacker, clamping his mouth to stifle himself as his ear is nibbled with such patience and precision as he feels something push into his butt through his old friends trousers. He whispers trying not to moan "n-no!". "Oh come oonn i know your guards are downstairs, you have a camera behind you, a sniper on the next balcony, all you need to do is scream. And you havent~ on some level, you miss this. All of this". The invader pushes his head into the takos head pushing it to one side effortlessly as he says it, manhandling his frail body completely at his will sliding his hand down his lower chest palms flat enjoying every inch of skin eager to grab hold of his prize.
