"Then no problem," Giriko said, curling his fingers around Justin's cock again and beginning to stroke slowly and teasingly. He was almost ready and he wanted to keep him from tensing up again.

It didn't occur to him that Justin might have been holding out for love. Justin was here, with a bunch of corrupt assholes, and he was one himself. Wasn't he? Sure, he was young, and had been raised by those goodie-goodies at Shibusen, but he also hadn't really protested. He figured whatever hangups he had had to do with this weird power thing he had.