A question of questionable taste.
Written for Porn Off Night, and the 31 Days theme for April 5, 2009.
The sound of the whip cream canister sputtering out is loud in his ears, a little louder than it ought to be, but given the fact that he's been concentrating and the only other person in the room's been robbed of the privilege of speaking, maybe he shouldn't be surprised.
Odd, how one's kitchen counter can have such interesting uses. Doujima pauses, surveys his work, sets the canister down and reaches for the bowl beside him. He picks a particularly big strawberry out, bites the bottom, squeezes the juice over the lithe young body drawn taut out beneath him, shaking in the chill of a spring evening. Souji flinches a little more, when the juice dribbles down from his collarbone to one nipple. Doujima bends down to lap it up, and that requires him to lift Souji's hips a little more against his waist, deliberately pressing himself further into the boy.
Whatever sound Souji may have wanted to make against that is stifled by the ball gag shoved into his mouth, twisting it into a cute little 'O'.
It's amazing what you can secure when you're on the police force these days.
As he laps up the whipped cream he's sprayed all over Souji's crotch, Doujima tells himself that he must be a sick old man, bonking a kid like this, but he feels Souji squirm beneath him and figures heck, this is worth any moral ramifications he might have later, for fucking over the son of his sister.