Hiro snickered, loving the effect he had on Raiden. Raiden playfully glared at him and he felt somewhat guilty.
"I-I can suck you off." He offered, his hand slithering down to Raiden's crotch but Raiden caught his hand before it made contact.
He shook his head. "We already did a lot. I don't want to stress you. Besides, you know how I cum. I'll mess the sheets."
Hiro frowned. "But you—"
"How about I give you a little performance?" Raiden suggested, cutting him off.
"A performance?" Hiro was confused.
Raiden nodded. He sat up and pushed down the duvet then took Hiro’s shirt off, leaving him naked and even more confused.
He then got off the bed and took off his own clothes. He took a bottle of lotion from the closet, dragged a chair over to the base of the bed and sat down, holding his already erect dick. His eyes met Hiro’s inquisitive ones and he smirked, "Instead of a picture and a jacket, I'll jerk off to the real you."