shinya, holding whips and chains under the pale light of the moon ᵀᴹ: guren.

guren, pulling out candles from the cabinet and dramatically glancing at shinya: shinya.

shinya:

guren:

kureto, opening the door to his room:

kureto:

shinya:

kureto: e--

guren: happy birthday motherfucker. we got you gifts.

kureto: what the actual f--

guren: should we just leave em here so you can use them with your girlfriend or are you into being flogged by men as well

shinya: guren what the fuck

shinya: but hey happy birthday kureto nii-san

kureto:

kureto: do you want to die?

guren: oooh is this part of the role play?

shinya, recovering from a massive snort:

i can't unsee masochist (thus kinky asf) kureto. you're welcome