“I mean,” Kiri starts, a shit-eating grin on his flushed face. “At least blood is rushing away from my dick, not tow—“

“Can it, idiot.” Katsu snaps, wriggling where he hangs, feet bound, from the ceiling of their cat-lady neighbor’s basement. “Why don’t you try using your head— y’know, the correct one for once in your fucking life— to get us out of here.”

Kiri only grins wider, placing his blood...