If only you could hear yourself. [ Blood spills under Izo's claws, but Nishitani doesn't care, not for a second. Finally, Izo gets the hand he'd been begging for, Nishitani wrapping scarred, crooked fingers around Izo's cock. With the touch-- another comes, Nishitani turning his head to the side, biting in against Izo's tattoo again, teeth on skin, and eyes locked on Izo's. ]
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