This was disgusting. He was disgusting.
Though, Yuri simply watched the man sitting on top of his desk, pants and underwear around his ankles, left hand supporting himself up on the desk, and two fingers being worked inside him at Yuri's demand.
He watched. Just watched, enjoying the show the elder hero was putting on for him while he sat back in his chair. With a small chuckle, Yuri crossed a leg over the other and folded his arms.
"Stop biting your lip, Kaburagi. You're going to split it."
Kotetsu whimpered softly but slowly let go of his bottom lip at the others command. He groaned and hissed a bit once he inserted a third finger into himself. A small smirk tugged at Yuri's lips.
It was obvious at how Kotetsu was forcing himself to be quiet— Yuri never imagined him to be a loud bottom. Not like he ever imagined him having sex, though. That was probably just as disgusting as the events currently unfolding.
"Add another," Yuri's smirk widened visibly. Kotetsu swallowed hard and slowly inserted another. Fuck, if he wanted him to insert every single finger, then he'd be fisting himself…
For a few moments, Yuri watched the elder's fingers more in and out of him; watched as Kotetsu twitched when he accidentally brushed his fingers onto his prostate, causing his fingers and toes to curl ever so slightly.
"You can stop now, Kaburagi."
"Kotetsu…" he murmured, slowly taking out his fingers and surpassing a whine at the loss of his own fingers. "Kotetsu," Yuri corrected himself, standing up from his chair. "Close your eyes." He murmured, eyeing around the ground for something in certain.
Kotetsu did as he was told, breathing ragged. Damn…As much as he wanted this to be over with already from just how hard he was, he also, for some reason, didn't.
"Yuri," the cordovan haired male breathed out. If he could even see the shiver that ran up the judge's spine at the utterance of his name, he would have gotten off the desk and reversed the roles so that he would be sprawled out on the desk and taken like the slut Yuri was making him feel like.
"Patience, Kotetsu…" Yuri's voice was lower than before, almost at a purr.
This was fun, concidering the fact Kotetsu was acting like a wanton whore— he looked needy, like he was aching for the judge's cock to be inside him.
Too bad it never will be inside him.
Kotetsu emitted a loud cry of pain and his eyes shot open when he felt…Paper being shoved up his ass…?
"You're disgusting." Yuri grumbled, his olive eyes staring right into Kotetsu's amber eyes. "Too actually assume I was going to have sex with you…"
Kotetsu was at a loss of words. He opened his mouth slowly to say something, and it came out as a whimper, "m-my ass feels like it's on fire…!"
"Oh, it will be soon." Yuri's lips tugged into a smile as he pushed the tanned man back onto his back despite the struggles and words of protest.
With the little piece of paper sticking out of his rear, Yuri quickly set it alight with blue-green flames.
Poor Kotetsu.