Nami

恥

Giyuu wondered why he ignored the warning bells ringing in his head this morning, he should know better by now. He should've hung up when he heard the undertone of schadenfreude  in her voice, he should've realized that she was plotting  something. By the time he had gotten home, the shameful items in his coat pocket, he realized it was too late to back out, she would be waiting. He knew how vengeful she got, and he would rather keep his limbs safe. He sighed, feeling sorrowful about his fate. He hoped, distantly, that Sabito wouldn't laugh when he saw him. 

Giyuu didn't wear the shameful items until two days later, the shame and guilt he had felt gave birth to curiosity. His thoughts wondered back to the bag, still sitting innocently in his side of their shared closet. As undoubtedly embarrassing as it was, the thought had entered the front of his mind, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He had slipped the items on, hoping to distinguish the flames of curiosity that ate at his thoughts constantly. He had felt embarrassment well up inside him, but he couldn't resist the whispering comfort of the lace against his pale skin. He felt himself harden at the feeling, and he felt embarrassed.  He quickly snapped a photo, just barely teasing the black contrasting his skin. He pressed send, his shame making his cheeks a dark red.

Giyuu felt his aching member beg for attention, throbbing against the garment, and the scorching heat he felt engulf him was overwhelming. He slipped his hand into the lace undergarment, shame burning itself into his every action as he touched his member. He gasped, a small moan escaping his lips as he moved his hand, his eyelids fluttering shut from pleasure. His hand, moving without his consent, slowly moved to his entrance. He bit his lip as he circled the ring with his fingertip, gasping slightly as the sensation. He teased the entrance a bit more, considering lube as he let out unintentional sounds. He didn't hear the door open over his own thoughts, the dry fingertip slipping in. 

He gasped as he felt a cold liquid cover his hand, he felt his heart stutter as he glanced into Sabito's burning gaze, he felt his face go red as he realized he hadn't heard the bottle of lube open. Sabito laughed lightly, the sound ringing in Giyuu's ears from the surreal feel of it all. Sabito stepped back, he hadn't said a word, and it was making Giyuu nervous. Sabito sat in the chair, his fingers interlocking as he watched Giyuu silently. Giyuu realized that it was a signal to continue. He felt his face burn in shame as he pulled his finger away, he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Sabito.

A/N:

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