“Yes, yes, oh gods, please—“

You, you, and only you. The man couldn’t even comprehend anything else besides how good you made him feel, the most pathetic and filthy whines and moans leaving him.

Heizou’s been reduced to nothing more than a plaything for you— nothing more than an empty vessel for you to use as you pleased. And he loved it, craved it even.

“Yes, I’m nothing but a toy for you,” he gasped, a blissful expression on his face. “Only you— only yours, please…”