Illumi X Hisoka X [a mysterious guest..]

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"Oh, my bejeezus. What a little predicament we have here, Mr. Zoldyck."

Illumi could hear snickering filling the echoing hall, as boots clickity-clacked their way toward him against the rough, bleached floor. Illumi had been leaning against the cold, metallic bars of his hollow solitary-confinement cell, playfully fondling with his---cock. Sighing annoyingly, he zipped up his pants. Who the hell is coming now to ruin his private masturbation time? He's going to beat their ass up. Hearing his name, the raven-haired man raised his head to look at the source of this annoyance.

Once he gazed upon the face in front of him, Illumi's muscles tensed in shock. "Oh? H~h~Hisoka-senpai~!!" he shrieked. Illumi's original calm, confident, mysterious demeanor shattering in a moment as he faced his brooding owner. The man who, in the snap of a finger could force him to his knees. The man who makes him shrill in absolute lust, as he pins him down. The man, the crimson red-headed beast himself, Hisoka Morow.

Just at the simple sight of his master Hisoka, Illumi feels a lingering sensation and thirst for touch. His gigantic bulge strained against his tight pants. Illumi was so excited he almost peed his pants. Illumi locked eyes with Hisoka, his ever so ominous, dirty eyes captivating him. Illumi hungered to peel away those eyes, like a juicy, fat orange. Illumi continued to look at the meal in front of him. Hisoka had luscious crimson hair, sweeping down to his plump, voluptuous buttocks. The tight maroon prison guard uniform wrapping around Hisoka's body further complimented his eccentric features. Illumi had never seen such a delicious, sexy man before this very moment. He had already been hard before laying eyes on the man before. Now, Illumi was so aroused he might as well cummed in his pants.  Suddenly, a velvety voice broke his train of thoughts.

"hey~~ hot stuff. i'm your new guard. the names hisoka, but you can call me daddy. ;) just kidding...unless? hey im here to bust you out, these police aint shit." 

"But damn, man. I would like to engage in sexual activity! Let's have a little fun, shall we-----" Illumi's words were cut off by Hisoka's fingers.

"suck."

Illumi gladly obliged to his order. His tongue slathered saliva over Hisoka's digits, lubricating them to the greatest extent...

"aah~~ damn, you're a needly little cumslut aren't you?"

"Come, daddy."

Illumi lifted his raggity cum-covered prison uniform up to expose his slim twink chest. He rubbed and started sucking his own nipples seductively, grabbing Hisoka's crotch with his free hand. Illumi then kneeled down, his ass pointed up, beckoning Hisoka to come to him with his red-bloodied hands.

Hisoka could already feel his body heating up. He could see a stain on Illumi's pants. Perhaps he had already prepared the feces? Hisoka's body shaked with anticipation.

They stripped down. Every touch of Hisoka's skin against Illumi's own, it heightened his lust. Hisoka's empowering, dominant, rough, hands traced his fingertips softly, teasingly down his chest. This elicits a great reaction from Illumi. He squirms under Hisoka, shuddering where the touch occurred. His heart rate fluctuates, and a moan emerges from deep within his body. They interlocked tounges, the taste of bitter lemon on Hisoka's tongue. The smell of Illumi's sweat was something Hisoka couldn't quite emulate in words, but it was strangely metallic, which reminded him of knives. It made him even more aroused. Hisoka continued, kissing Illumi's neck and running his fingers through his loose hair. Trailing kisses down, Hisoka finally reached Illumi's throbbing shaft. Although Illumi's height topped at 3 feet 2 inches, he was still packing much down there. Despite his teenie midget size, Illumi was able to nurture his meat to a whopping height of twenty-four inches. At the tip, loads of precum was already dripping down cover the veiny pink cock.  This was enough to satisfy all of the Hisoka's needs.