Steamy Diaries
Shirosaki cried out, his body arching as Hirato filled him, stretched him, claimed him.
It was rough and wild, a frenzy of hands and teeth and sweat-slicked skin. Shirosaki had never been taken like that before, never been so thoroughly consumed by another person. It was exhilarating, terrifying, addictive.
In the aftermath, as they lay tangled together on the floor, Hirato pulled out his phone. "Smile," he said, snapping a picture of Shirosaki's flushed, well-used face.
Shirosaki barely registered the flash, too lost in the haze of pleasure and shame. It wasn't until later, when he was alone in his apartment and the reality of what he'd done began to sink in, that he realized the danger he