#but hey i did something for it

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The kitchen lookedclean, but Toshiya knew better. He’d been a little too intoxicated the night before to take care of it properly - drunk on heady kisses and the thingsthat Kuroji did to him.

As he scoured the countertops with the strongest cleansers he could find, he knew he owed it to the rest of the house to see that the kitchen was absolutely and without a doubt clean. He also knew, with a twinge of shame, that although it was the first time he’d allowed - no, begged for - himself to be bent over the counter, it would not be the last. There was a need now, a deep and desperate desire to have Kuroji buried to the hilt within him, filling him up and taking him again and again.

Maybe Toshiya would ask next time to postpone until they could get to a bedroom? He laughed under his breath at his own silly thought. No, he wouldn’t. He would just have to keep a supply of cleaner on hand and purchase a real scouring pad rather than just an old towel.

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