When you have blunt teeth against someone who has far too many different sets of sharp ones, biting back doesn't really do much. Chikusa does anyway, teeth slipping from Ken's mouth, and then he's sinking easily down onto the tile. Long quick fingers undo Ken's belt and pants deftly for all of Chikusa's lazy movements beforehand.

How much work is he going to have to do, or is Ken going to make things easy for him with a good hard dick? Time to find out as he coaxes it out from Ken's pants.