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The sound of the papers in front of Daigo shuffling only barely concealed the sound of approaching footsteps outside his office door. Despite the new sound near the otherwise-dead-silent room, Daigo’s eyes failed to divert from the documents before him, not even when a careful knock came from the heavy door on the other side of the room; the gentleness of the knock was a great contrast from the hasty footsteps beforehand, and still it wasn’t enough to draw Daigo’s attention.
“Who is it?” Came Daigo’s cool response, borrowing a second to peek at the silver watch hidden within the sleeves of his clothes. Looking at the time, he was already too aware of who was on the other side of the door- he had a propensity for punctuality, after all.
“Mine, sir,” Was the muffled voice- Mine’s voice- that answered him. The confirmation tugged a smile at Daigo’s mouth, though he still decided to feint interest in the paper describing a run-down estate on Tenkaichi Street in front of him.
“Come in-” Yet Mine had already beaten him to the command, gingerly opening the door before closing it behind him. Offering a short bow, Mine stood tall and straight, posture ever immaculate as the multitude of other aspects about him. Though he stood upright and focused, Daigo sneaked a glance at his face- his typically-stern eyes seemed even more focused, eyebrows lightly knitted together as Daigo took notice of his hands clasped in front of him.
Daigo didn’t allow his eyes to linger for long, but even then he couldn’t fully restrain the smile growing on his face. He did his best to hide it behind his paper, however.
“Is there anything I can help you with?” A misleading question: even with Mine’s new presence, he could hear how loud his watch ticked away on his wrist, every passing, stalling second thunderous to his ears.
His watch must have begun to irk Mine as well, Daigo hearing his feet shift as he adjusted his weight. With a deep breath, Mine seemed prepared with his proposal: “I wouldn’t think to insult you by having to remind you of the time, Sixth Chairman.”
Now Daigo finally decided to indulge Mine, effectively lowering his document and looking at the man with an innocent smile. In contrast to the serene expression, Daigo could easily see Mine’s fingers clutching around his hand, his lips pressing into a fine line as he returned his gaze with earnest eyes.
Mouth hanging open, Daigo imitated confusion for a moment until he settled on continuing to look at Mine with the same, unknowing smile. “...You’ll have to forgive me, Mine: I’ve been working like a dog here. Would you remind me?”
Mine, well known for his succinct dialogue, stood with none whatsoever. If anything, his eyes spoke loud enough for him, the slight raise of his eyebrows indicating his surprise at the request. Cotton-mouthed, Mine could only stare at Daigo momentarily before mustering the will to speak: “...We are due for a meeting at this time, Chairman.”
Fully putting the paper onto his desk, Daigo folded his hands together and leaned forward, letting his voice start to slip into a whisper that enticed Mine to lean in closer to hear. “Of course… and what did you wish to see me about today?”
Again, Mine was left without a word to spare, garnering an enamored chuckle from Daigo as he leaned back in his seat. “If you need some time to remember, you’re more than welcomed to it: Kashiwagi-san did leave me a substantial amount of work to manage this week—”
“That won’t be necessary,” Mine blurted out, a drastic divergence from his well-mannered persona. While someone else in Daigo’s position may have been upset by the interruption, Daigo on the other hand was pleased at his urgency, returning to leaning against his desk.
“Then you know what you want, Mine?”
“...Your audience, Chairman.”
“My audience?” He couldn’t refrain from another chuckle slipping past his lips, yet instead of laughing at Mine’s particular vocabulary, he found himself endeared by his strict professionalism. He hoped Mine was aware of that fact, yet judging by the apparent, delicate tinge of pink on his cheeks, it was difficult to say he interpreted his reaction as anything but. Bringing a hand up to his chin, Daigo let his jaw rest on his palm, pinky tapping intrigued against his lips. “And what do you intend to do with it if I give it to you?”
Again and again, Mine’s otherwise-sharp tongue failed him as he could only look at Daigo with pleading eyes, hands opening and closing uncomfortably around each other. Was it so arduous for him to speak his mind- or rather was it herculean for him to simply say what he sought after? A selfless man in Daigo’s eyes, Mine seldom spoke of the things he desired- never mind when those things included Daigo himself.
Daigo was a merciful man- or at the very least he wouldn’t mind helping Mine get through the painful process of asking for something: “...How come you’re all the way over there, Mine?”
As if commanded, Mine’s eyes lit up in the small way they usually did when he was enticed: a slight rise of the eyebrows and a careful open of his mouth to let slip a hum of acknowledgement as he moved from the door to stand right before Daigo’s desk. Even if Mine was now looking down at him, Daigo could surmise maintaining contact wasn’t easy, noting the slight jitter of his chocolate irises as he threatened to look at the floor. Still, Daigo continued to act as though he wasn’t aware of his apprehension, instead leaning back in his chair to offer Mine a better view of his body. How devious on his part- he smirked at the slight hitch of Mine’s breath as he laid back. Setting his arms on the armrest, Daigo continued to smile up at him, face masked with innocuousness. “That’s better. Now, what did you come to see me for again?”
But once more, Mine was without a request, instead offering another short, apologetic bow and fidgety eyes after some silence. “I-I apologize, Chairman. It was foolish of me to impede upon your valuable time when you’re so clearly busy at the moment—”
“Mine.” Daigo’s reputation for his gentle voice preceded him in most instances, so the twinge of rare sternness he applied was enough to draw Mine’s attention from the table to Daigo, looking up at him through thin eyelashes. Even if he spoke with some impatience, his grin never left, generous to understand Mine’s anxieties. “If it’s you, I can pardon my duties for a month if I have to. You don’t have to be so anxious around me, you know. I like having you around.”
That assurance appeared to alleviate some of Mine’s concerns, gradually straightening his posture again as he cleared his throat with a careful cough. He looked at Daigo with care, the smallest hints of a smile beginning to decorate his features. “Your generosity knows no bounds, Chairman.”
“I’m glad you’re aware,” Daigo confessed: it was always a small worry on his part that Mine was hesitant to be open and himself around him. At the very least, the small acknowledgement, in turn, eased Daigo’s own fears. However, he wouldn’t let the sentimentality distract him from their designated time together. “You know you can always ask me for something. Right?”
The push-and-pull nature of their interaction- although amusing at first- was becoming tiresome, especially when Mine had immediately returned to staring in hesitant disbelief, his smile melting in an instant to be replaced with a shy pout. A simple nod from Daigo was all Mine needed before moving to stand in front of him, finding it much easier to follow the subtle order than to speak. Turning in his seat, Daigo sat up before leaning forward, letting his elbows rest on top of his knees. The new position made his face become dangerously close to Mine’s hips, yet when looking up at him, Daigo seemed unbothered by their situation. “So… what did you need from me, Mine?”
“Chairman…” Mine took a chance whispering the word, but when no others came afterwards, Daigo offered mercy and finished the thought for him.
“On your knees.” Again, Mine didn’t hesitate to obey the command, taking the seiza position on the floor before looking up at Daigo expectantly. By now, whatever attempts to retain his integrity were replaced with a begging look and soft eyes, turning his hard, handsome features into something darling. It was impossible for Daigo not to reach forward, gently holding Mine’s jaw before brushing his thumb over his bottom lip. “Is this what you wanted?”
Mine hummed in bashful confirmation, gaze falling to Daigo’s thumb pressed against his mouth. His breathing began to stutter as he awaited his next move, Daigo feeling himself start to become excited as he felt Mine tremble in his hold.
“Would you like anything more?”
“I would,” Mine murmured, too flustered to speak any louder as his fingers gripped his knees. “If that would be… acceptable.”
“That depends,” Daigo started, urging Mine to look up at him and see his glazed expression, lips parted ever so slightly. There was no better time for the billion-yen question: “What do you want?”
So far into the game, Mine was left without a choice but to finally verbalize his thoughts: “I’d like to satisfy you, sir.”
A snort was Daigo’s immediate response: so stubborn... “You can ‘ satisfy’ me by loosening your tongue a bit: stop speaking so formally when it’s just us.” Confident he got his point across this time he Lowered his voice, Daigo stared intently into Mine’s focused eyes. “Now tell me again what you want- what you really want, Mine.”
Pried from the comfort of professionalism, Mine was left to flounder over himself, out of his element as he was made to be more blunt. “...I-I’d like to-”
“‘Like?’” Daigo felt a mild, sort of sadist’s delight in seeing Mine’s face redden, mouth left to hang hopelessly open at the interruption: clearly, Daigo wouldn’t settle for any answer less than upfront.
“I want to suck you off, Chairman,” Mine desperately stammered, his head ducking not a moment sooner at his admission- an act of shame in his eyes, yet something that would cause Daigo’s cock to twitch in his briefs. Even if it was bit-by-bit, Daigo couldn’t imagine anything more rewarding than to break down Mine’s reluctant character- a demeanor that had seemingly been carefully crafted to please whoever he needed to make himself palatable to. To his misfortune, Daigo was fed up with stuffy yes men. He much better liked Mine when he was himself open-and-honest, anyhow.
Again, Daigo’s thumb was at his lip, testing his conviction.
“Is that right?” He tried to keep his voice controlled, but the possibility of Mine’s perfect lips wrapped around his dick was enough to begin laboring his breathing. Prodding the tip between his lips, Mine- though a bit hesitant- began to suck on the digit, deceptively doe-like eyes looking up at Daigo as though asking for further permission. Feeling the warmth around his thumb, Daigo pressed it onto Mine’s tongue, soon feeling him lick and curl his tongue around it with enthusiasm.
Although amidst Mine carefully bobbing his head against his hand Daigo had begun to reach for his belt, Mine was quick to dislodge himself from the digit, panting as he reached out to take hold of the belt buckle.
“P-Please–” Swallowing the taste of Daigo’s salty skin, Mine once again looked up at his chairman. “May I?”
Wetting his lips, Daigo gave a nod, letting his arms sit on the rests of his chair as Mine readjusted himself closer to his lap. He was unceremonious in unbuckling Daigo’s belt and undoing the fly, leaving Daigo to awkwardly wiggle in his seat to get his pants low enough over his thighs to expose his undergarments to the temperate room. Mine hadn’t bothered with any foreplay when it came to his underwear either, eagerly tugging down his briefs a moment later and letting his prick spring free.
Despite his prior excitement, Mine froze before looking up at Daigo again, now overly aware of his hasty approach; in contrast, Mine was slow to take hold of his shaft and guide the tip into his mouth. Similar with Daigo’s thumb beforehand, Mine closed his lips around the head of his cock, seemingly savoring the taste as he began to suck. Yet he didn’t allow himself to look away from Daigo, all-too intent on ensuring he was doing a good job- and if Daigo biting back a low groan was anything, he was making an acceptable performance thus far.
“T-That’s it,” Daigo praised, an urgent hand moving to entangle itself in Mine’s hair, pressing him further against his dick with a slight roll of his hips. “Shit—”
His praise encouraged Mine to suck harder,hand starting to pump his shaft in pursuit of another compliment. Despite the hand on his scalp, Mine pulled back enough to stick his tongue out and lap up the beading precum, kissing the head before wrapping his lips further down Daigo’s cock and continuing to blow him. Emboldened by the minor motivation, his eyes fell shut to only focus on feeling his prick throb in his mouth, the occasional jerk of Daigo’s hips drawing subdued moans from him: a more-than-acceptable sign of praise for him.
The hand in Mine’s hair tightened, pulling him off to watch him jerk Daigo off as Mine’s tongue lolled out in an effort to catch his breath. By now, his stoicism had completely shattered, his eyes initially avoiding looking anywhere near Daigo to staring at him with sultry, hooded lids.
“Daigo-san—” Mine huffed, Daigo’s title seemingly slipping entirely from his vocabulary as he eyed the cock in his hand. When the tip of Daigo’s dress shoe pressed against his own dick still caged in his trousers, he couldn’t suppress the hiss that slipped between his teeth, biting his lip in a futile attempt to muffle the sound.
“Ah, you’ve been so focused on me…” Daigo droned off, low gasps replacing whatever else he was set to say. With a swallow, he nodded towards Mine. “Take your pants off, Mine. It hurts to see how hard you are from here.”
Whether it was due to the order or because Mine did need the release, he wasted little time to begin unfastening his gold-studded belt one handed, the other left to continue lazily stroking Daigo. As Mine took himself into his own hand, his mouth found itself ghosting around Daigo’s cock again, only stopping to pant at the tip when his hand would wring itself around his own head and give him a spike of pleasure. Mine was enjoying himself- that much was not only obvious, but should have been enough to make Daigo happy in turn. Still…
“How do I make you feel?” He hardly thought of the question, his only impulsive rationale being Mine wasn’t apologetic about his enthusiasm towards him. And just as Daigo anticipated, once the question was posed Daigo could observe Mine’s hand on under himself pump faster, quick to remove his lips from Daigo’s cock to stutter an answer.
“Euphoric-” He leaned forward to give a kiss to Daigo’s dick, briefly suckling the head before resuming. “I couldn’t imagine a life without you, Daigo-san. You’re all I want to dedicate myself to…”
Daigo hardly acknowledged Mine engulfing his cock again as he focused on his words instead, somehow his infatuation doing much more to bring out that familiar warm, tight feeling in his stomach than the act of actually blowing him- though that was definitely helping. He hadn’t meant to push Mine down onto him, undeniably a sobering moment to realize just how much he enjoyed the feeling of being so desired. And he was about to apologize as he felt Mine gag around him until he could feel him groan around him, the unexpected vibrations from Mine’s throat drawing a low moan as Daigo’s head fell back against his chair’s headrest. It didn’t take much time for Mine to adjust to the new girth, Daigo feeling his nose press itself against his hips as he fought against his gag reflex. How fervent Mine pulled his head back only to sink and suck earnestly had Daigo seeing stars, thrusting his hips in time to meet the back of Mine’s throat, leaving the duo to let out a cacophony of synchronized moans. The cry that was ripped from his throat was nearly drowned out by the clattering of his chair beneath him- sheepish about how loud it was leaving Daigo to gyrate his hips and mitigate the noise instead.
Heat was starting to swell through his body, the tip of his cock twitching as it was thrust again and again into Mine and his wanton groaning stimulating him. Easing the grip on Mine’s hair, Daigo offered a chance for him to pull away to answer him again- to give him the push that he needed: “D-Do you mean that? All of it?”
Heeding the opportunity, Mine gave a dazed nod, breathing ragged and voice hoarse. “I do- I do, Daigo-san…” Though it was a mantra, it was all Mine could pant, his hands working tirelessly to finish himself and Daigo. His effort wouldn’t be in vain: Daigo could hear his chair start to clatter again as he lost control of his hips, the pressure in his cock beginning to build and nearly send him over the edge.
Mine could only bring himself to press Daigo’s dick against his face, tongue lazy against the shaft while the rest of his energy was left bucking his hips against his fervid hand as he raced towards his own climax. An eye looked pleadingly up at Daigo, Mine’s swollen lips proud evidence of his dedication. “...Let me make you cum- please.”
If it was a request, Mine wasn’t patient enough to wait for Daigo’s go-ahead. Perhaps that was because he knew him better than anyone else- knowing already that Daigo was just a stroke or two from orgasm and it may as well have just been a formality. Or maybe it was a rare instance of Mine’s own selfishness that had him letting his jaw fall open, hungrily placing Daigo’s prick against his tongue.
Coherence was an strenuous task for Daigo as he watched ropes of his cum start to coat the inside of Mine’s mouth, the first spurt incentivizing Mine to open his mouth more to catch every drop he could. His hand wasn’t stable enough to keep him aimed towards his mouth however, some of Daigo’s spunk eventually dripping down his chin. In an attempt to move his tongue to swipe at the stray drops, Mine was only rewarded with cum landing across his face, though evidently that did little to bother him. His hand was too committed to milking Daigo’s cock for all it had as he moved to suck the head one last time, greedy in swallowing every bit Daigo had to offer him. The stimulation was bordering torturous, Daigo’s head having become overly sensitive after his orgasm and causing him to yelp and give one last, hard thrust of his hips. Even as Mine pulled himself off of him- sure to collect the cum on the bridge of his nose with his fingers and subsequently sucking them clean- Daigo still found his thighs twitching and his cock pulsing against his leg.
While Daigo rested his head back against his seat, exhausted and overly satisfied, he barely caught Mine at the end of his own orgasm. Hunched forward, he groaned around his digits and finished in his hand, apparently restraining himself to only allow his cum to leak down himself opposed to shooting out onto the floor.
Daigo could only huff amused at Mine’s strange consideration- though at that point, he would have been insulting him to ever assume his devotion was anything less than thorough. Even if it was over something like not getting cum on the floor when he’d just gotten done blowing him.