Kusakabe gave a loud groan, his fingers fisted around his thick cock as he masturbated. His forearm over his eyes and his body laid back on the bed, glistening with sweat. He was palming his skin, mid stroke, before his doorbell rang.

He peaked out from under his arm with annoyance, contemplating opening the door

Before giving a reluctant sigh of defeat and quickly buckling his pants back up. His hand reaching down to open the doorknob. “Yes—?” he started, before looking down at you.

A package delivery! “What?” he questioned rather bluntly, almost like he were annoyed. With his eyes narrowed down at you and his cheeks still flushed