"Haa...no..." Shouichi breathed, even as his cock started to harden at the slightest touch from Byakuran's hand. His body wasn't resisting the length pounding into him either, sucking it in even, his walls pulsating around the member. Shouichi groaned, unsure if he was shivering from the pleasure or the sudden cold air on his chest. Maybe both.

"Byakuran-san...Byakuran..san..." He kept repeating the other's name like a mantra, a cry for each thrust the man made inside him. The entire couch was shaking and squeaking with their movements but he didn't care, keening over the sounds it made with pleasure. His hands reached up towards his boss, grabbing whatever he could of the man's uniform.