Taiga slid elegantly onto his feet and gently maneuvered Aoi to sit. He smiled up at him, going for mysterious and beautiful. He ran his hands down his thighs, the in-seam of his calves, and untied his shoe, slipping it off his foot. Normally he would speak during this phase, but it seemed impossible when he didn't know what kind of vocalizations Aoi liked.<br/><br/>Taiga peeled the sock off his foot, and massaged his foot, fingers pressing so perfectly many licensed masseurs would be jealous of his skills. His fingers were still slick from the personal oil. He knew his business.<br/><br/>He repeated the relaxing, pleasurable motion with the left foot. He nuzzled into Aoi's crotch, leaning forward, and pulled the belt loose with his teeth, replacing them with his fingers while he smirked up in Aoi's face, undeniably erotic, though without the overacting fanfare most whores would put in his place. He pulled out Aoi's belt sharply, as if they were scrabbling for each other already, but left it in a loop in easy reach for whatever purpose Aoi desired, beatings, choking, before massaging Aoi's cock inside his pants.<br/><br/>He was a good actor, and he didn't lose that even as he undid Aoi's fly with his teeth. His heart was twisting in his chest. The sweat beading on his brow chilled in the A/C.<br/><br/>Would he survive this?