Akashi sat on his bed, wet from the shower. Mouth tilting knowingly, Akashi beckoned to Tetsuya with the simple curl of his fingers. Pulling back, Akashi finished yanking his jacket off, reaching down to unbuckle his belt. Tetsuya obligingly swung his leg up until he was straddling Akashi, knees sinking into the soft fabric of the bed. Tetsuya looked over to see Seijuro standing in the doorway, loosening his tie, heterochromatic eyes glinting in the low light. Getting impatient, Akashi tugged his underwear down, taking the tip of his cock in his mouth.
Non-i ncest. Anna couldn't believe she was going to do this. She took a deep breath. You can do this…everyone must have done it…no need to be ashamed…. She thought about the certain woman who compelled her to do this in the first place, that gorgeous woman who drove her crazy ever since she first met her.