Diary of [Takemichi Hanagaki.]

seven.

He hasn't seen him in years.
Takemichi basically fall off the face of the earth to him once he joined Bonten, they were well known but never seen— hell they barely interacted with people outside of their little world. So it's a shock to see ex-innocent Takemichi twirling around a pole looking like a prize, he's nude; practically, just a small thong to conceal his pretty pink cunt—wait huh.
He was hot before but this? Hundred times hotter, Ran needs him in a biblical sense, to hold him down and worship him like it's Sunday morning; to praise the ground he walks on and kiss his feet every step of the way. Ran's desperate, so while his brother is closing the deal so they officially own this dump, he sneaks off and snatches Takemichi for himself; they're both in his little dressing room with Takemichi's back on the bed as he pounds, and pounds deep into his cunt that so desperately clings around him.
He can't stop, he won't stop, he needs to claim Takemichi's soul and heart and cunt—fuck he's gone mad with lust, this one pussy out of all he's fucked has made him go stupid; it's fine, he keeps going till Takemichi clenches around him and just releases, he's squirting for fucks sake, all over himself and his cock and-and—fuck Ran came. Inside of the little Crybaby hero, who's now a stripper in a dressing room.

Fuck he's never gonna live this down.