"Can't hear you, pretty," one of the men drawls, pre-come already beading at the tip of his cock. "You'll have to speak up."

The waiting man scowls. "Fuck off." When he looks back down at Shinjirou, the tight lines of his mouth twist into a grin. "You. Yeah, you can start. Go slow."

Only he has no intention of going slow. As soon as Shinjirou takes him into his throat for the first time, he's thrusting away, trying for a visible bulge. A low groan shivers out from one of the men; it quickly becomes apparent which, as he pulls at his cock one last time and sends come spurting onto the top of Shinjirou's head and dripping down his hair. "Christening the whore," he says, with a short laugh.