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U.A – Unusual Artifacts, the store title was pretty self-explanatory, really, and very much lived up to its name. In fact, unusual might have been a bit of an understatement.
It was not a place that Eijiro Kirishima would call his usual retreat of choice, but a member of his board of directors was flying out to the continent that afternoon and it was his only chance to speak with him. Not that Kirishima really wanted to, it was more out of courtesy and the old snuff didn’t do conversations over the phone. Generally, humans liked to be kept in the loop, otherwise, they kicked up a bit of a stink. Kirishima liked to pretend he cared about their opinions, but he spent most of his time laying plots and ideas for them to ‘think up themselves’, and then they seemed so charmed and impressed with themselves for thinking up such plans Kirishima nearly always got what he wanted. It just made his job a lot easier.
Now was one of those times, and he really needed one of his board members to catch on and think up one of his own already-implanted ideas to be able to make the next move for the market launch, hence why he was in this odd-job store. It was dark and dingy, and smelt really very strange with an unnatural blue light cast around the ceiling edges. The windows were behind them as they ventured deeper, passing all sorts of curiosities and other-worldly phenomenon. From jars of moving, aquatic animals with webbed feet, to carved objects that look suspiciously like skulls made from the most startling of jewels. Those almost caught his eye. Almost.
Everything came with a hefty price tag, of course, and although it was nothing Eijiro couldn’t afford, it still didn’t sit right with him. By the looks of the creepy shop keeper that greeted them on entry, scratching at his scabby, crusty face, Kirishima wouldn’t be surprised if more than half of these items were fakes, or at least stolen from their owners. In fact, when his human board member pointed out an item that was supposed to be ancient Oni origin, Kirishima was sure these items were fake. Because that certainly was.
He was on the verge of rubbing his temples, exasperated when a loud yell caught his and the board members attention. Both men paused, listening to the cursing and yelling ricocheting down the narrow hall, amplified by the high ceiling. The noises were from the front of the shop, and it wasn’t long before they became desperate, turning into panicked screams. Kirishima raised a brow lazily, almost intrigued as he turned towards the disturbance, meanwhile his board member shuffled behind him. Kirishima was big, not much worried him. He stood over six and a half foot, and if it wasn’t his stature that daunted people, it was his build.
That’s when he saw it, a silhouette coming hurtling down the hallway towards them, eclipsed by the light and bouncing off the walls left and right as whatever it was staggered on its feet. It was a strange shape, almost like a round blob with legs moving at an incredible speed. It had Kirishima’s attention, and within moments several other distinctively human figures followed the first. The creature in front caught the strange blue lights in glimpses, glowing an ashen-sand colour. Chains hung from its neck to its hands, clasped around the front of its body, clinking furiously as the creature made haste. Glowing red eyes locked onto Kirishima’s, unwavering through the darkness and the light, angry and smouldering. Without a second thought, the large Oni reached forwards, grabbing at the creature as it dared him to touch it before it could slip past, trying to head deeper into the shop.
Kirishima’s hand secured around a soft neck, pinching at the nape with his thumb pressing around the creature’s throat and immediately, the being dropped to the floor in a flurry of… tails?
“Thank goodness!” The unmistakable voice of the shopkeeper came into field, panting heavily and wheezing in his raspy tone, sounding like he smoked 40 cigarettes a day, “You caught the beast, thank you, Mr Kirishima. I am so, so sorry about this, but thank you.”
“Beast?” Kirishima blinked, glancing down at the creature in his grasp. Unmistakably, there was a live creature in his hand, still limp against the hold around the neck. They were flopped onto their knees, head bowed low and almost pressing against Kirishima’s leg from being so close and submissive. A pair of large, pointed ears were mere millimetres away from his tailored trouser leg; sandy beige in colour, matching the creature's wild hair, but a striking orange-red at the tips. But the ears weren’t what made Kirishima’s eyes widen; it was the series of large, fluffy tails swishing angrily around the creature that had his full attention. The same sandy, ashen colour with coloured tips, all nine of them floated up, swaying sharply despite the docile posture of their owner.
“A defective Kitsune, Sir,” The shop keeper elaborated. Kirishima finally raised his gaze, brows furrowed as his fingers absently secured into the Kitsune’s soft hair, pulling a little, and he found the shop keeper was nursing a bloody hand to his chest. Bright red blood oozed from the wound, staining his once crisp, white shirt that was also torn at the shoulder, a few buttons missing too.
“Defective? How so?” He gave the kitsune’s neck a light squeeze and the creature mewled before pushing forwards and rubbing the top of its head into Kirishima’s trouser leg. Kirishima gave the shop keeper a pointed look, feeling the creatures purr hum through his side. Small hands wrapped around his ankle as the Kitsune straightened up some, pushing its head further up Kirishima’s thigh and nuzzling.
But the other man shook his head dismissively, “I apologise, Master Kirishima, I really do. But he is generally very aggressive. He has attacked multiple previous owners, and—”
“Multiple?” Kirishima blinked, feeling annoyed all of a sudden. He never felt annoyed, but this struck a nerve. Just because a being wasn’t human, they were treated as a toy, a disposable one at that, “How many?”
“How many, Sir?”
“How many people have returned him?”
The shop keeper looked unsure, “13, Sir.”
In one heave, Kirishima pulled the Kitsune up by its neck. It obeyed instantly and allowed the redhead to push them up against the wall, feet barely touching the floor as it danced on its toes. Kirishima noticed the creature was naked, and when their face pressed into the wall, tilted to face him, he realised they were beautiful. As all Kitsune were supposed to be, but this one. This one had an unmistakable fire in their eyes as they glared at Kirishima from under a perfect brow. Large tails fanned out and covered most of their modesty, but they twitched and flickered warningly. It got Kirishima’s blood pumping.
“Name,” He requested, and in the edges of his vision, he watched the shop keeper step forward and open their mouth. He quickly snapped, “Not you, I’m talking to the fox.”
The Kitsune’s eyes darkened, “Katsuki.” The creature licked his teeth, “Katsuki Bakugo.” The Kitsune’s voice was a lot deeper, raspier than he was expecting, and for a moment he was caught by surprise.
“Pronoun?”
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” The creature growled, grinding his bare hips into the wall suggestively but immediately whimpered and stopped when Kirishima gave another shove, “He.”
Kirishima didn’t miss how the Kitsune wiggled, although not trying to get out of his grip. Katsuki shuffled his hips out, eyes glued to Kirishima and he trilled excitedly.
Kirishima tried really hard not to let his increased heart rate show on his face because this creature was beyond tempting. The Kitsune’s hands were raised to press flush against the wall, showing off his broad, lean shoulders as he flexed thick biceps. He was so much smaller than Kirishima, but he was still trying to play with him, challenge him. He couldn’t help but respect the balls this creature had to push like that.
“Master Kirishima, Sir,” The shop keeper’s voice saved him then, and Kirishima’s head snapped away from the keening Kitsune, “are you, by any chance, in the market for a Kitsune?”
Kirishima glowered, “After you told me he was defective and aggressive?”
“Not for you, Master, I promise. I’ll be so good for you.”
Kirishima ignored the Kitsune as he trilled and whined, and when Katsuki lolled his tongue in a pant, the Oni tightened his grip around the creature’s neck, making him go limp again.
“I have to say, I’ve never seen him so obedient,” The shop keeper nodded excitedly, stepping forward, still cradling his hand.
Kirishima’s gaze dropped to the wound, “And he did that to you?”
The shop keeper faltered, “Well—”
“It’s a deal,” Kirishima blurted, “how much?”
Kirishima had known he’d made a good choice when the moment he’d let go of Katsuki’s neck, the Kitsune had started thrashing violently. The shop keeper’s assistant had to grab him with a rigid neck rope and drag him away. The entire time the fox had fought valiantly, eyes glued to Kirishima unblinkingly. It was also hard not to stare right back; the creature was totally naked, unashamed and why would he be. Katsuki was beautiful beyond description, endless, creamy skin pulled taught over lean, rippling muscle, his 9 tails whipping and sliding over his body. Kirishima wanted those tails all over him, in his face while he shoved himself between those pretty, soft thighs.
When Katsuki arrived at Kirishima’s house a week later, the Oni had been waiting on the steps for him, and he watched as several men pulled the Kitsune out of the 4x4 on another reinforced rope lead – Kirishima understood why immediately, as the creature had it in his mouth and was furiously gnawing on it with sharp canines. Katsuki had his hands tied around the front again in a leather cuff; a chain jingled softly and caught the afternoon sunlight, attached from his wrist restraints to a loop on the thick, black collar around his neck. Kirishima was relieved to find he wasn’t naked this time too. Instead, he wore a beautiful Cheongsam in burnt orange and yellow, the splits high rising on his hips, showing off his Apollo’s belt that Kirishima wanted nothing more than to use as cum gutter. A heart was cut-out the top of the dress, showing off his beautiful pecs. Kirishima had to quickly wipe his mouth with the back of his hand because holy fuck Katsuki was breathtaking. He had tried to not look so hard at their first meeting, not wanting to outright gawk at the clearly distressed being, but it was hard not to gawk now when he was dressed up just for him.
It seemed that Katsuki knew how good he looked too, because as soon as those hot-red eyes landed on Kirishima, he started stalking instead of fighting. He abruptly dropped the lead from his mouth, puffing up his tails to float around his body alluringly. His hair was still spiked like it was before, although Kirishima found that appropriate based on his somewhat explosive personality. Still, it looked cleaner, freshly washed as it tussled slightly in the light breeze. The Kitsune was slender and athletic, standing at about chest height to Kirishima and at least half the width.
Those fanning tails behind the fox gushed everywhere, encapsulating him at times. And by the Gods, Kirishima wanted those tails all over him.
“Eijiro Kirishima,” One of the men said with a nod, “a pleasure to meet you.”
Kirishima barely glanced his way, hypnotised by the Kitsune’s eyes as the creature was led towards him.
“Is that really necessary?” He asked, gesturing to the restraints.
The two men leading Katsuki exchanged a look, “It’s for safety.”
“Well, he’s home now, so he won’t need it.”
“If it’s alright with you, Sir, we will leave the honours with you to unleash him.”
Kirishima kept his expression as stern as possible as he gestured to the men to head inside.
“Eyes in front, Katsuki,” He said as the Kitsune passed him, head turning and body twisting to stay locked onto him. The fox huffed and turned ahead obediently at his words—Thank goodness, Kirishima thought that hungry look Katsuki was giving him might give him an aneurism.
The men led Katsuki into his front room under his instruction, and Eijiro didn’t miss how the Kitsune’s head turned left and right curiously, taking in the vast expanse that was his home. And by extension, now Katsuki’s too.
“Is there anything else you need from me?” Kirishima asked, taking a seat at the large U-shaped sofa in his front room. He swung an arm lazily over the back of it after retrieving the drink he had been enjoying before the front gate buzzer had gone off.
“No,” One of the men stated matter-of-factly, “just a few routine pieces we have to go through before leaving you with Bakugo.”
Kirishima nodded, settling back, “Go on.”
Immediately, the second man tugged on Katsuki’s lead, making the Kitsune yelp and turn so his back was to Kirishima. The Oni frowned, concerned by the rough handling, but all thoughts of unease waned when the Kitsune was bent over and his tail was yanked up, pulling the back of his high-split dress with it. The second man gathered the material, and within moments Katsuki’s bare arse was on full display for Kirishima to see.
It made the redhead nearly choke on his drink. Thank Gods Katsuki was facing away so he couldn’t see Kirishima’s furious blush as he tried to quickly swallow as many ice cubes as possible to cool himself down. He quickly crossed his legs.
“As you can see,” The first man spoke so plainly it was almost funny, “the Kitsune has only been used once or twice.”
Used. The word made Kirishima grimace.
The first man continued, pressing a thickly gloved hand onto one of Katsuki’s plush cheeks and pulling slightly, stretching at his entrance. It made the Kitsune snap and jerk, but the man continued like it was nothing. He raised his other hand to his mouth, pulling the glove off with his teeth before pressing a finger up against the pink, puckered hole, “Being a Kitsune he is self-lubricating,” The finger toyed around the entrance before suddenly pushing in, and it made Kirishima’s mouth drop open when the man pushed down to the knuckle. Much to Kirishima’s surprise, Katsuki stopped his snapping immediately and went limp with a loud whine, shoulders dropping as the second man held him. His knees shook, and Kirishima’s pupils blew wide when Katsuki pushed back onto the man’s finger. But he was pulling it away moments later, holding up his hand for Kirishima to see the wetness over the skin, “See? He’s fast to do so too. He might need some restraining to get there, but he’s obedient once stimulated.”
Kirishima didn’t know what to say. He certainly had no intention of using Katsuki like that. Well, he had thought about it, of course, but he wasn’t going to force himself onto the creature. He tried to think about his next words carefully, but he didn’t get a chance to vocalise any before Katsuki was being spun back around, looking all dazed and glossy-eyed. The front his dress pulled up this time.
“His penis is on the smaller side, but that was reflected in the price. Would you like to see it erect?”
Kirishima blinked once, twice, three times. By the looks of things, Katsuki was already getting hard.
The look on the Kitsune’s face had him feeling weak, and he tried as best he could to avoid that lustful gaze as somehow those hazy eyes still found focus on him, “No, it’s okay. I can imagine, gentlemen, thank you.”
“No problem,” The first man dropped Katsuki’s skirts, “we were told to run through the formalities that usually take place at the point of sale, but due to the, erm, circumstances, those didn’t happen. Nevertheless, do you have any questions?”
Kirishima didn’t, actually. He hadn’t thought much about the formalities or the technicalities to this arrangement. Although, that didn’t mean to say he hadn’t thought of Katsuki. That Kitsune had been filling every waking hour of his day, and the ones where he wasn’t awake, although those he felt a little guilty about. He’d done some research the previous day, finding Kitsune’s to be gentle and coy, great life partners, hence their demand, but unable to look after themselves, hence their place in society. Kitsune’s themselves didn’t seem to mind being exchanged like expensive objects, as they usually ended up with lavish lifestyles and being the passionate creatures that they were, as long as they were satisfied, they fared well. It was when they were abused things turned sour, although that could happen with any relationship.
Nevertheless, what Kirishima had learnt about Kitsune’s being shy and submissive, he assumed the complete opposite of Katsuki. Where a Kitsune would make a house a home, he wouldn’t be surprised to come home and find his home ruined. He didn’t mind the idea so much, might make his life a little more interesting.
Watching Katsuki start nibbling on his cuffs almost made him laugh. He was so small and angry, it was adorable.
“Well then,” The first man said just as the second stepped forwards, holding Katsuki’s lead for Kirishima to take. To which he did slowly. “We thank you for your custom at U.A, and we hope to see you again too.”
Kirishima made a move to stand, but the first man just bowed, “We can show ourselves out. Enjoy.”
And with that, they left, leaving Kirishima and his new Kitsune in silence. Kirishima watched the men leave, not that he had any interest in them, but he could feel Katsuki’s gaze locked onto him and he feared if he looked towards the Kitsune he might be eaten alive.
“You’re not a slave here,” Slowly, Kirishima rose from the sofa, placing down his drink on the coffee table as he headed towards Katsuki, “you don’t need to wear this.” He reached the Kitsune and unclipped the leash, the chains hanging from Katsuki’s collar to his wrists dropped to the floor noisily. He made light work of unfastening the cuffs around Katsuki’s wrists, and immediately the Kitsune raised his hands to rub at the joints. However, when Eijiro’s fingers moved to untie the collar Katsuki snapped his teeth at him. Kirishima backed off straight away, hands up in defence.
“Got me a new one?”
Kirishima blinked, unsure if he heard what he thought he’d heard.
“A new one?”
“Collar,” The Kitsune rolled his neck, flexing the black, glossy collar.
“Do you want one?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t have to—”
“I want one.”
“Alright,” Immediately, Kirishima pulled his phone out, “do you have a preference?”
He heard Katsuki growl. The Kitsune stepped forwards, coming right into Kirishima’s personal space, brushing up against him. The top of his long, pointed ear didn’t even touch Kirishima’s chin, but the redhead felt the gentle touch of the Kitsune’s tail floating behind him and brushing against his cheekbone.
“Is this one of those minicomputers?” Katsuki asked abruptly, eyeing up Kirishima’s phone suspiciously.
“No, this is my phone.” There was a pause, “Do you want one?”
“No.”
“Okay.” Kirishima started to hurriedly tap away on his phone, looking up collars almost desperately as Katsuki’s tail brushed across the side of his face faster and faster, “Do you like this one?” He held up a black, glossy leather one, not dissimilar from the one he was already wearing.
“No.”
“Okay…” More awkward silence, “You know, maybe I should show you around your new home, and then we can think about this?”
Katsuki’s eyes were on him then, bright red and smouldering. Those hot hues looked up at him from beside his thick bicep, “My new home?”
Kirishima smiled, “Yeah? I have a room set up for you, do you want to see?”
The Kitsune blinked a few times before stepping away, almost looking taken aback, “I have my own room?” His expression was unreadable.
“Well, of course?”
“I’m not sleeping with you?”
Kirishima pocketed his phone then with a sigh, and slowly he dropped to his knees. From this position, he was only a little shorter than Katsuki himself, “Listen, you’re not a slave here, you’re your own person.”
Katsuki still looked confused, “What?” His red eyes trailed over Kirishima, pupils suddenly large.
“You have your own room, your own space. You don’t have to worry about anyone taking advantage of you.” Kirishima tried to offer the Kitsune a happy smile, but the smaller male looked pissed off.
“Hah?” He snapped, “I don’t want to sleep on my own.” And with that, he marched off. “Where’s your room?” He headed towards the large, white staircase curling around the room, “Is it this way?”
It wasn’t so much a house tour as it was Katsuki just being nosy and Kirishima trailing after him, cleaning up the mess he somehow made. It was obvious he was doing it on purpose. He would walk past ornaments and photos and knock them clean off their stands before marching on like it was nothing, nose in the air.
“Your house is big,” He commented, sauntering across the gallery overlooking the living area. He peered over the glass railing, tails swishing behind him. When he leant a little too far over, Kirishima grabbed his shoulder.
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” Katsuki huffed before moving on again, but not before knocking a vase of flowers off a side table under the large, gallery window. “Which way’s your room then?”
“Just through those doors,” Kirishima gestured ahead, not that the Kitsune was looking at him and just prowled on towards the double doors at the far end of the gallery, up a few plushly carpeted steps. Katsuki did stop on the steps, padding his bare feet for a moment up and down and Kirishima physically had to resist the urge to clutch his chest. So cute.
Katsuki then pulled the doors open and waltzed inside with no waver and made a beeline for the large, round bed. It sat across the large room, beneath a stained-glass window which cast a dazzling array of soft shapes in blues, oranges, yellows and pinks across the white bedsheets and floor around the bed.
The room hadn’t been a master suite at all when Kirishima had moved in a year ago, just an extension of the gallery, but he had practically remodelled the entire back half of the house to have that window in his room. The master suite spanned most of the rear of the house, separated into a walk-in wardrobe and large, master suite bathroom.
Not that Katsuki seemed to care about the effort put into the room, with its creamy, thick piled carpets vacuumed into neat rows (although he did actually seem to like that), or its ornate window. He was interested in the bed, which he had already crawled onto and started throwing off all the scatter cushions from, launching them over his shoulder haphazardly. One smacked Kirishima in the face, and once his vision had cleared, he found Katsuki settling under the covers.
The bed was far too big for him. It was a little ridiculous, but the Kitsune seemed to be more than happy.
“Are you coming?”
Kirishima blinked, “What?”
“Are you coming to bed?”
“It’s 2pm?”
“So?” Katsuki then pulled himself to his knees and in one motion, pulled the pretty dress he was wearing over his head and tossed it to the side. Kirishima was embarrassed by how quickly his eyes shot down to the Kitsune’s groin. Katsuki wasn’t hard, but soon enough a hand snaked down over those glorious abs and gripped his little cock, pulling at it slowly.
“Erm,” Kirishima’s throat was unbelievably dry all of a sudden, “Katsuki, we really don’t have to do that. That’s not why I brought you.”
Katsuki’s fist stopped moving, “What?”
“I didn’t buy you to take advantage of you, I told you that.”
“Who said anything about taking advantage?” He snapped, falling back against the pillows with a huff, tails splayed out behind him as he crossed his arms over his chest in a pout, “You look like a really fuckable piece of meat.”
Kirishima’s brows shot into his hairline, and he opened his mouth to say something but the Kitsune interrupted him, suddenly grinning and crawling forward on the bed. He settled back down at the foot of it, nearest to Kirishima and folded his arms flat against the mattress and laid his chin on them almost sweetly. Although his wicked grin broke the illusion, and his arse up in the air made Kirishima weak. The fact that he knew Katsuki’s bare backside was there but out of sight really shouldn’t have been such a turn on. He wanted to push those tails aside, yank the blond about with them.
“Come on,” The Kitsune wiggled his hips, “I know you want to…” He trailed off, a hand coming to snake down his side, disappearing into his tail but Kirishima had a suspicion as to where it was going. That suspicion was confirmed when Katsuki’s entire body jolted and his jaw fell slack for a moment, eyes rolling behind fluttering lids and he licked his teeth.
Kirishima’s cock throbbed in his tailored trousers, straining against the material, twitching to life and making itself known.
“Oh,” Katsuki whined, shoulder jerking and flexing as he blatantly fingered himself, “I can almost see your cock,” He licked his lips, muscles along his arm flexing faster and he shuffled his knees a little wider, “Fuck, I knew it would be fucking huge.”
“Katsuki…” Kirishima began warningly, and immediately those red eyes rounded on him again, making him feel startlingly hot under the collar.
“Come on, Sir,” Katsuki bit into the sheets, growling, “just come up behind me, I’m so ready for you.” He sat up a little, pushing his arm further back as his face screwed up for a moment before falling into pure ecstasy. Lewd, wet noises filled the air and Katsuki’s head dropped.
“How many fingers?” Shit, he didn’t mean to ask that.
Katsuki’s head rose, face blissful and eyes glassy as he wordlessly pulled his hand back around, holding it up in front for Kirishima to see. And—
Shit. Holy shit.
All of the Kitsune’s fingers were wet and sticky, clear slick catching and trailing between them like a web.
“I bet my whole hand still isn’t as big as your cock, Sir.” Katsuki licked his lips again, hand trailing back down to his backside, “Do you like it when I call you Sir or do you prefer Master?”
Kirishima’s pupils blew wide and it made the Kitsune keen, rolling over onto his back, tails sweeping over his body like an expensive throw. His cute little cock was hard and oozed across his lower stomach when he wiggled against the hand beneath him.
“Katsuki,” Kirishima warned again, trying to sound threatening but it only seemed to rile the Kitsune up more who whined pathetically, legs moving across the sheets as he scrambled, pulling at the duvet and kicking off any pillows that were somehow left.
Katsuki practically purred, “Say my name again,” he threw his free hand up to tug at his soft, pink nipple, chest raising into his touch before rutting his hips up with a gasp. His cock bobbed, a sticky trail of cum joining the magenta tip to his stomach.
Kirishima really didn’t know where to look. Away, probably should have been the answer, but he just couldn’t bring himself to tear away. The Kitsune’s head dropped over the edge of the mattress, and his eyelids fluttered open to dislodge a tear that went rolling down his temple.
“Say my name,” He whined pathetically, “Master, say it.” It was a demand, and one Kirishima wasn’t going to give in to. Instead, he strode forward, ignoring Katsuki when his tongue lolled out in a desperate pant upon seeing the Oni moving towards him. But instead, Kirishima grabbed Katsuki’s pretty blond hair, forcing his head up a little to meet his stern gaze.
“Don’t you dare tell me what to do.”
Katsuki’s entire body convulsed, practically leaving the mattress entirely as he came so hard even Kirishima was taken aback for a moment. That cute cock jumped and squirted, cum spraying up the Kitsune’s pretty body. Eijiro hadn’t expected that reaction, but by the shit-eating grin Katsuki was wearing when he eventually flopped, he was well aware of what he had done. The Kitsune started purring almost immediately, and with a slight grimace, he pulled his fingers from his arse and laid them over his stomach, fingers twitching and smearing the slick and cum across his skin.
“Get yourself washed up,” Kirishima finally found some words after watching Katsuki bring his soaked fingers to his lips, eyes still glued to the Oni the entire time. “Bathroom is through there,” Kirishima gestured, but he knew Katsuki wasn’t interested.
The Kitsune just hummed, although he abruptly shouted when Kirishima dropped his head, which he realised he was still holding up.
“Hey!” Kirishima heard scrambling across the bed and growling from the fox, “Don’t walk away from me!”
But Kirishima was already out the door, trying to keep his cool as best as possible until he was across the gallery and out of sight. As soon as he was, he practically ran down the stairs to the nearest bathroom, despite to jack off before he keeled over from blood deprivation in his brain.