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Kaminarimon Denki let out a small breath, feeling someone watching him. However, the black-haired man didn’t feel threatened, knowing it was his bodyguard. The blonde, messy haired man was staring at his new charge through somewhat soft blue eyes. “Bolt,” when he heard his bodyguard name fall from the shorter man’s lips, Boruto wished it was his real name instead, knowing he had been thinking of the man in other ways. He knew he shouldn’t think of Denki underneath him but Boruto wanted to make him cry out for him.
Not caring that he was willingly giving Denki personal information, Boruto decided to tell him. “Call me Boruto,” he told him, trying to avoid thinking about having Denki underneath him. Boruto could imagine the black-haired man moaning in pleasure because of him. He wanted to start fucking the shorter man and Boruto found his cock hardening at his fantasizing.
Boruto wanted to feel himself sinking into Denki, wanting to feel how tight he would be around his dick. “Are you okay, Boruto?” Denki asked and Boruto gave the man a small smile.
“I’m okay,” he admitted and even though he wanted to start having sex with Denki, he was willing to leave it to his own fantasies.