Bab 98: Your Place or Mine?

Haruki felt trapped and unable to return Jun's fondling. He wanted to touch the body driving him crazy.

To be honest, he wanted everything: the taste of Jun's mouth, his warmth, his energy. But the singer felt trapped and could not break free. Until he heard the click. 

'Gahh! I'm sooo stupid!'

His prison was real. The five-point belt didn't allow him to turn. And it took a while for the singer to realize it. 

Haruki just hadn't been thinking straight since he saw Jun walking in the desert, unshaven, and with a scarf wrapped around his head and neck like a tuareg. It had been enough to speed up the singer's heart, and swell his dick.

The baker unfastened Haruki's belt so he could pull him onto his lap. Haruki felt so fragile and submissive, all of a sudden! A racing heart, a trembling body, a sort of paralysis had taken over his body. 

The singer felt his face on fire with embarrassment, but Jun didn't seem to notice it.