Justin's gaze trailed downwards, staring down at the stud through Giriko's cock, suddenly feeling a bit over his head and even more uncomfortable with Giriko hovering above him. But he wasn't about to run away. No, he'd never live that down.

"I'm not shy," he spat, tearing his eyes away to glare. "And I'm not your merchandise, either..." The rest of his statement mostly went over Justin's head.

He leaned up and gave Giriko's bottom lip a hard bite.