Better. He grunts, letting Shinjirou work without interruption. He's as good as he remembers, and while the scowl on his face never entirely disappears, it softens a little. His actions don't. When he's about had enough, he grabs Shinjirou by the hair and slams forward, driving deep into his throat. He's as rough as possible when he fucks the wet, tight channel - Shinjirou's going to remember him, going to feel stabs of pain every time he opens his mouth.

The thought is almost enough to send him over the edge. Grunting again, he fucks into him a few more times before pulling out, already stroking his cock as he does. The first pulse of come makes his cock twitch violently; sticky whiteness splatters onto Shinjirou's cheek, quickly joined by more - onto his nose, his eyes, his still-open mouth.

Sneering, the man tucks himself away, breathing hard. "Hurry the fuck up and go serve."