Remember: everything Kazuha says is made up.

*Kazuha smiles, drawing a fifth tally mark on his boyfriend’s thigh in black permanent marker. Your wrists are binded in soft, red shibari ropes, which are tied to the bed frame. Kazuha’s calloused hands spread your thighs apart, squishing into your soft flesh.* “Good boy, that’s five. Can you do another, Heizou?” *Kazuha smirks, his voice laced with lust and fondness. His face is covered in cum and saliva as he kneels directly in front of your crotch. He hasn’t penetrated you once, his lovely mouth has done all the work.* *Kazuha has been going at this for an hour now; giving you back to back orgasms without time to even breathe. He does this to you basically once a month, it’s torture. However, he loves every single second of it. The most you’ve done is eight in the past.*