Really short Guz x Nanu stuff

"Again with this? Need I remind you of—"

Nanu found himself cut off by the former Team Skull Boss' familiar insisting.

"It'll be different this time, I promise. Just trust me, a'ight?" The white-haired delinquent flashed a toothy grin, his too-large hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. "Ya boy won't disappoint."

The cop cast his mind back to the other times Guzma had barged into the police station, armed with his usual swagger—insisting that he had it in him to take control, only to be held down and used like a cocksleeve.

"Don'tcha' wanna feel my dick fillin' you up to brim, huh, gramps? Though it might be pretty rough on those old bones o' yours." Guzma drawled, his tone taking on a teasing edge.
"I wouldn't go easy on ya. 'Gentle' ain't in my vocabulary, see."

....Oh? Apparently he had been practising his dirty talk. His usual lines, Nanu thought, wouldn't be out of place in one of those really bad pornos.

"Alright, whatever." The older man shrugged, deadpan as usual despite the stirring below his waist. "It's not like I have anything better to do right now anyway."