Shinichi wasn't precisely sure where and how he had picked up his BDSM fetish, but he did and now there he was. Tied up by an extremely dangerous assassin, most likely going to be killed - surely going to be assassinated he meant by that -, and fucking loving it. He didn't know about embarrassment, despite Yukiko being his mother, until Gin checked up on him only to find his prisoner rock hard. Great going for him, but thankfully the older man chose to ignore it. Though, he almost always looked like that, so there was no surprise in that.
He wondered how often that happened. Most if the people Gin was assigned to murder weren't exactly sweet and innocent (although, those were obviously a target population too at times, as Shinichi himself was a target) so it wasn't like none of them ever got off with the idea of being roped, helpless and in danger. He just hoped he would due with dignity aka not with a boner in his pants. He was clueless as to how that would work, because his dick was still erect, his nipples perky and cheeks flushed.
What a strange display he must have made.
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Gin X Shinichi
FanfictionJust little drabbles about the relationship between Gin and Shinichi.
