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There was always a jealous feeling slithering in his mind when Haruchiyo watched Yasuhiro’s back, especially when he had to depart ahead of him. Dressed to the nines with a slick vest and formal pants. Hair was neatly combed. Others may marble his fit physique as he prances into the world.
Haruchiyo wasn’t stupid. If he had these thoughts, another did too, so he always was content with the idea of people avoiding his love due to his intimidating stature. Yasuhiro made it fairly easy with his standoffish behaviour.
Less worry about people fantasising about him, fewer people that were too keen on trying to overpower him. Or perhaps it was just Haruchiyo having these specific thoughts and his self-proclaimed role to hover near his ass virtually daily.
Shuffling into the living room, his dragging footsteps could be heard. His man paid him no heed as he fixed his ties. As his blue eyes observed the slender, pale hands curling around his waist, he let out a quiet chuckle. They flattened some creases in the black dress shirts, and Yasuhiro huffed as they grabbed his pecs.
“Of course…”
A cackle tickled the back of his nape before it was replaced with a quick stinging sensation.
“Ah.”
Yasuhiro could see Haruchiyo's sneaky grin in the wall mirror as he finished tying his tie, unbothered by the half-naked lover putting his chin on his collarbone; Haruchiyo acted too smug for having nipped his neck.
As Yasuhiro turned around to face him, he watched his green eyes twinkle with greed.
“One would never hurt,” Haruchiyo muttered, letting his hands travel to the other's waist. With the longing look Yasuhiro was giving him, he clearly told Haruchiyo that he was sharing the same sentiment and combed with his scarred fingers through his pale, long hair before he kissed him.
"Another," the shorter man mumbled, smirking as he felt the soft lips once more. And another to the nose tip and the forehead when he felt Yasuhiro’s hand steadying his head up.
“Do you think we can slip something quick before you need to go?”
The tie that was orderly tugged into Yasuhiro’s cream-coloured vest was taken captive in Haruchiyo’s fist, making the man slowly bend so that he was at the other’s eye level. And the marginal raise of the brow from the older man told him that was a no.
“It’be reeaaalllly quick.”
A playful whisper. Although it was just the two of them in that apartment. The other hand that wasn’t so occupied took a grasp on Yasuhiro’s groin. Sanzu’s hot breath tickled his ear.
“Just a minute- maybe ten-”
There it was. Little liar. Before the fingers got to his zipper, Yasuhiro whispered his refusal.
“We both know that is a lie. And we can’t.”
“Can’t or you don’t want to…?”
Challenging. Trying to prey on the weak will Yasuhiro had for him. Although that never worked when it came to pure sexual favours. As stoic Yasuhiro may appear to be, it was easier to sway him with emotions than with flesh. The flesh was something he could ignore as long it didn’t have a label on it. Sanzu had a label. A label deeply ingrained in Yasuhiro’s bones. He was Yasuhiro’s Haruchiyo. What Yasuhiro liked the most was to caress him gently and harbour him like he was the most precious jewel. An odd fool Haruchiyo thought of him. So clingy when he was invested. Although he wasn’t so blameless either.
A sharp exhale left Yasuhiro's nose as his lover sweetly asked, despite his actions not matching it.
"No."
It was clear Haruchiyo was bummed about it as he immediately released his hold on the tie.
“Besides you are needed for the evening and you still haven’t gone to bed yet,” Yasuhiro pointed out, thumbing over his cheek, regarding the tired eyes.
“So catch some sleep will you.”
“Help me sleep then,” Haruchiyo challenged. His fingers slid against the form-fitted vest, grasping the side of the man’s torso. The linen fabric felt smooth under his fingertips.
“You can’t just look like this and ask me to go and sleep.”
Confusion was visible on the man’s features and Haruchiyo couldn’t help but snicker.
That grin, however, turned into a frown as his scalp merely received another peck.
“Right…” Yasuhiro muttered, having given up on understanding the meaning.
“How dare you.”
The voice became grainy and hissy, only for him to yelp as his body was lifted off the ground.
“Bed now.”
“Yes, in bed with me,” the man matched the other’s insistent tone.
Of course, Yasuhiro didn’t join him in bed. It was easy to trick the other to let go when he leaned down to put him to bed. His eyes had a content gleam before they twisted in utter betrayal as Yasuhiro dragged the blanket around him. Haruchiyo was left rolled up tightly, stirring in anger.
“Sleep well,” he heard Muto mutter in his ear, stroking a few strands of hair from his angry face. Before anything could be said, he was left alone
and the eager thoughts that kept the man awake faded as his fixation on a well-fitted suit disappeared from his sight. The body finally won over his mind as exhaustion set in from not having slept the previous night. Duties took off the back burner and remembered indeed he was needed for the evening.
Although Sanzu was more known to play assistant for Muto, he had his position at the executive table. He had authority. Mikey confided in him. People generally didn’t question his willingness to subordinate himself under Muto due to their “past dynamic”. His appearance wasn’t helping his case; not that it mattered much unless met with disobedience from people beneath him.
His grin was broad and phoney as he casually tapped the cards on the table, waiting for the next player to call or raise. The background noise was deafening. Hookah smoke was floating around the lounge, hurting his nostrils.
They said it was a friendly game of poker. They stated that they were putting their willingness to continue doing business with their organisation on the line. What a blast. When somebody climbed too far up the ladder, a stupid state would emerge sooner or later. Usually, it's just their way of saying they want to find a reason to dip out.
However, among the many sceptical individuals, such choices are occasionally taken on the whim of a gangster who has been on the scene for too long. The old man chuckling in his seat in front of him was simply salivating at the prospect of danger. Simply waiting for the next heir to take over his business. He looked to be having fun, especially when he saw Kokonoi's worried mood as he ran low on chips, despite the fact that his capacity to wager more was limited.
Winning or losing was never the goal it seemed. Just to entertain, therefore he dragged somebody worse at gambling than using Hanma. The way Kokonoi looked, Sanzu could tell he was counting the days he didn’t deal with somebody whose decisions could falter by a breeze. The last thing Kokonoi wanted was to gamble with stocks. His luck was abysmal.
Finally, the representative threw his cards on the white cloth-covered table to exit the round. The other men at the table were debating whether they should continue or not now that their boss wasn't in-game, but he shrugged.
“Continue, I’ll just watch.”
This wasn’t the first time Sanzu had to deal with him. Interacting to improve work relationships was always necessary and Sanzu wasn’t so clueless the older gangster favoured his presence in games.
“I heard this will be the last time you will be playing, Mr Sakuragi. Would you be unable to visit the bar after,” Sanzu chuckled, trying to make pleasant small talk.
“My presence would just disturb the younger gen, so I’ be retiring somewhere south.”
Something warmer… It seemed the gangster at least had a nice exile waiting for him.
“More south? Shikoku?”
All he garnered was a laugh from the other and Sanzu didn’t push further. In actuality, he didn’t care much as he wouldn’t be dealing with him anymore. The next-in-line successor was keener on strict business and numbers. Something which Kokonoi will be thrown at and was looking forward to.
“I hope I find interesting people to play there, otherwise it be’ boring.”
“No doubt you will, there always be somebody, especially at parlours and usually older-”
Sanzu didn’t finish his sentence, his grin more cheeky as he looked to the side, feeling his shoulder being grasped. The strong hand massaged his trapezius.
“Oh Muto, you have shown your face for once.”
The elderly nodded acknowledging the man who was hovering almost over Sanzu.
Muto had a polite grin. It never got old for Sanzu to see his lover make such an expression. A genuine smile, sure. The poor attempt at a businessman’s lying face, hilarious.
“You should have joined earlier that way it’ be merrier.”
“I am very average with cards. Sanzu is more charming.”
The retiring gangster only chuckled at that. Whether he agreed or not was unclear and Sanzu couldn’t help but slightly squint when he repeated Muto’s words, “he indeed is charming!”
However, he understood that it wasn’t mockery as he mentioned how he missed playing games with the people here. So it was just a senile man’s words. Well as long as the old man still kept the good word towards Bonten to his next successor, Sanzu didn’t care.
The warm touch soon left his shoulder when Muto excused himself from the table, mentioning he had to be somewhere. His green eyes were eying the man with the silver mop of hair and obnoxious hanafuda earrings entering the halls. The sight was soon blocked by his lover’s broad back and the pang of jealousy started to simmer in Sanzu’s stomach again. This situation never changed. And while Sanzu had trust in Yasuhiro’s loyalty the sneaky whispers in his head remained.
Bet, Muto was fairly happy Izana got what he wanted.
Bet, Muto would do anything Izana asked him for and spread his legs if he only insinuated he should do that to any clients.
Sometimes, Sanzu had the strong urge to ask Muto that question, despite knowing the answer.
Perhaps it was hypocritical of him to assume since Sanzu would do the same if Mikey was present. But he knew Mikey wouldn’t be the type to request such a thing besides death. Izana was far too creative when it came to knowing about humiliation.
One last game still happened between the elderly man with two more fools being roped into when playing mahjong and then he called it quits. The old man laughed while hobbling out of the hall with his men to his black car. Sanzu’s fake smile remained as he bid him goodbye with a bow until it drove off. The sky at this point was grey and dark. Full of clouds. No surprises there that it started raining heavily and Sanzu got himself wet. His men were too slow to bring an umbrella over his head.
“Never come back,” he muttered towards the car that was slowly disappearing on another street corner, putting his mask back on his face. Kokonoi only raised a brow at him for saying that; dry and relieved, residing under the hood of the entrance of their faux restaurant. He always checked the weather alongside the daily horoscope. Some things never changed with him.
As the two entered the building again and Sanzu did not spot any signs of his love among Izana and his little henchmen, purple and short purple , he couldn’t help but furrow his eyebrows.
“Where is Muto?” He inquired, shaking his shoe a bit from the wet feeling in his sock.
The Haitanis shrugged and gave a pointed look towards their boss and that told Sanzu everything. It was difficult not to glare at a superior and his gaze hardened at the glimpse of Mikey standing near his brother Takeomi, seemingly caught in a discussion. Sanzu couldn’t wait for the night to end.
The sound of a bottle popped up. Expensive liquor was poured into the glass the king held, despite his feature not showing clear interest in the alcohol. It was no big celebration, more lounging around. Some admins were there to nod their approval. Kokonoi was just glad the finances didn’t take any hit from the stakes in gambling. His laptop was still with him. Work never left him since that was his only lifeline to avoid group-enforced drinking. The deal went well being the only occasion.
What bullshit people nowadays used to let themselves finally get talked to. But presumably being on the high ladder obscure criteria get made on whims. They weren’t so without either. The blame entirely resided with the groupies Izana had around. Sanzu remembered the many cruel antics the Haitianis suggested whenever Izana wasn’t pleased with their members.
They liked the idea of senseless violence for pure pleasure, as long they didn’t get caught in it. And Sanzu wasn’t an innocent man either, but his actions were made for a purpose; so he disliked the idea of wastage of time.
This small celebration was nothing more than unnecessary. It shouldn’t hold out so long, as his face grimaced at some admins indulging in the alcohol.
The consensus was if the boss drinks, everyone drinks. But Mikey didn’t, nor shall Haruchiyo either. Lowkey wished he didn’t have to drink since all it would fog his senses for later plans.
Working for the king was a thankless job, Sanzu knew it better than anyone. The reward was to serve, the reward was to keep everything stable and him safe.
The king only told him: “Good work." And then didn’t approach him anymore for the rest of the event. It seemed he deemed it more fit to leave the room with Izana, so the executives wouldn’t continue to act so stiffly around them; well the executives that weren’t part of the S62 generation. They were too used to the prickly presence that was their highness.
But since Sanzu had no reason to be here, he decided it was best to leave, leaving his untouched glass of champagne on the nearest table.
Kokonoi knitted his eyebrows when spotting him, to which Haruchiyo patted his shoulder.
“Good luck with Dumb and Dumber.”
It was clear Kokonoi didn’t appreciate his words with the way his nose flared up slightly at the thought he would end up as one if not the only sober member in this room. However, Sanzu was past the point of caring for the night.
While Haruchiyo held the belief he was undeserving of any praise, he just did his job. His duty. He longed for some recognition. Praise and rewards. Not richness, not status. The simple sparkling feeling of someone praising and seeing his efforts. Affection. And he knew who would give him that. He who knew and understood him like no other.
Yet that man dared to let him be sent off like that by Izana. Probably even if he knew that the executive stayed behind in the restaurant, he wouldn’t have shown up. It was a mere business acknowledgement after all and the bosses weren’t there for such occasions.
Haruchiyo could hear him explain already in his head. But that didn't matter. As long as he was there, keeping him warm after the fiasco he dealt with, he would be fine.
Street lights were on as it was dark outside. The clouds were gone, yet the stars weren’t visible from the lights in the city. And if anything was sparkling in the sky, it was no star but a plane. No flickering bulbs, considering it was a more upscale street.
His eyes gleefully squinted at the sight of a tall dark silhouette near a pole in front of their gated apartment building. A lit cigarette between his lips told Haruchiyo enough he let the man wait too long.
Eyes half-lidded. His usual stoic expression was graced with a small smile when he spot Haruchiyo, only for it to vanish as Haruchiyo didn’t match the same look.
“You look pissed.”
“Great observation, Detective Muto,” Haruchiyo snarkily replied with a toothy forced grin. His gloved hand traced over Yasuhiro’s coat and buttons.
There was no strong display of affection between them as they were still in public, even if the streets were bare of people due to it being late at night.
“Are you tired from work?”
Yasuhiro dared to ask him that question when he looked closer at Haruchiyo’s face, trying to stir him away from the lamppost and behind the gates of their building.
“Oh no . You made sure I slept enough prior.”
The silence on Yasuhiro’s part was telling Haruchiyo enough how the gears in the burly man’s head were twisting and turning, trying to formulate words that didn’t set off the minefield Haruchiyo had planted for him.
“I heard the boss is happy with today’s outcome.”
“ Which one?”
Another pause of silence.
“... Mikey…”
The confusion on Yasuhiro’s face made Haruchiyo assured he wasn’t lying to avoid lashing out.
Haruchiyo knew very well that Yasuhiro tried to use that opening line to praise him. He just wanted to watch him squirm for a few moments for self-satisfaction. It worked too well. Yasuhiro looked so lost for a moment, unable to have his arm around his waist because he knew the way Haruchiyo was glaring at him, he would push it off.
“So… you are in no mood for a reward tonight…”
The taller man finally concluded awkwardly, putting his hands in his pocket as they entered the elevator, hyper-aware of the squints he was receiving from the other.
Of course, Haruchiyo never forgot how inelegant Yasuhiro was in such a situation. He may act very empathetic but his methods were lacking.
In a sour mood, Haruchiyo punched their floor number, sarcastically asking what Yasuhiro had in mind.
“Like what? Alcohol? Perfume? If it's some expensive shit again, I am gonna give it to the next member’s engagement.”
“Sex.”
“Oh yeah, sex and-”
The green eyes darted to Yasuhiro who looked rather unimpressed by Haruchiyo’s change of demeanour. Cheekily, he pushed his pale hair strand behind his pierced ear, yet his tone remained sceptical.
“We do it normally when we have time, so what's so special about it to be called a reward?”
Yasuhiro weighed his head.
“You are pretty pent up, so let’s see what else you want after it is handled.”
Music to his ears. Haruchiyo cosied up against Yasuhiro. His cheek leaned against his chest. All too innocent until Yasuhiro felt a harsh grasp on his ass.
“I will break you,” he mouthed to the other.
Yasuhiro’s expression was battling whether he should take his offer back as they stepped out of the elevator.
But there was no take back when the pin and card were accepted by their apartment’s door.
Once inside their home, the air felt thicker. Lights stayed turned off for a moment while the two wandered inside after having taken their shoes and coat off. The outside lights from the city seeped into the apartment enough to differentiate if there was a coach in the way or a table. It grew only darker when Haruchiyo activated the shades towards the wall length windows before he found the switch for the lamps.
Yasuhiro stood behind Haruchiyo for once, feeling the goosebumps on the other’s skin.
His muscles tensed when he brushed the long hair from the back of his neck and placed a light kiss on the heated skin.
Haruchiyo was so pale; it was always easy to notice how flushed he would become. Yasuhiro didn’t need the strong lights to know how the skin blushed on his neck and ears.
A flair of pain could be felt on Haruchiyo’s neck as he moaned in pleasure.
“Oh fuck-”
Mimicking what the other did to him this morning, Yasuhiro bit him, sucking on the flared skin.
“Don’t bite so high, else it be too fuckin obvious to-”
Haruchiyo let out another gasp as Yasuhiro suckled on his skin, feeling his pants’ zipper getting undone. Of course, Yasuhiro didn’t heed his words to bite lower or on his back.
He strangely was matching Haruchiyo’s energy on leaving marks.
And Haruchiyo didn’t hate it. Enjoying the idea of a mark like a scar on his lover’s chest; longing for Yasuhiro would just bite him harder.
Haruchiyo wanted to drop to his knees with the way his legs weakened at Yasuhiro palming his crotch. However, his movement stopped for a moment, making him let out a small whine from the loss of touch. His eyes curiously glanced at his lover on why he wasn’t continuing and a sly smile spread on his face when he noticed Yasuhiro looking down from his shoulder, investigating the lacy white fabric found in his pants.
A visible white garter belt, the more Yasuhiro pulled the shirt up to find what else Haruchiyo hid.
“And for what occasion did you put this on?”
“I was angry.”
“Angry?”
The tone held some surprise as Yasuhiro pulled away to face Haruchiyo. His expression was unreadable besides the dangerous glint in his eyes.
“I thought you would be late.”
Words of trickery spilt out of Sanzu as he watched Yasuhiro’s reaction.
Mostly confused, and some annoyance shifted in the brunette’s face, catching onto Haruchiyo’s little play.
“So you would just please yourself and not let me touch you if I came home late?”
Haruchiyo merely shrugged as he purred.
“You were gone without a warning. I thought we’d be together a bit longer tonight, so why should you have the privilege.”
Some truth finally peeked out and Yasuhiro caressed Haruchiyo’s ear when he
planted a few kisses towards his jaw.
“You have me now,” Yasuhiro muttered between kisses, his fingers tracing the other’s spine.
“Sure.”
The dry voice wasn’t overlooked by Yasuhiro, feeling he was very close to being ditched in the dog house if he gave in and stopped bothering Haruchiyo. This was his little game. The type where he sulked to further push Yasuhiro to apologise to him, To tell him he loved him and that he was all his.
Haruchiyo was indeed enamoured by his former captain and Yasuhiro knew that.
His love was twisted at times and Yasuhiro accepted that fact. He wasn’t one without either since he came to like that. Sometimes, Yasuhiro pissed him off on purpose at times. Often, he pretended he didn’t get the hint to which Haruchiyo would get possessive. It was a strange addicting feeling to be loved in that manner. He wasn’t a scary thing in Haruchiyo’s eyes.
But the Izana part, of requesting him to fulfil a task for Mikey, was for once not at Yasuhiro’s credit.
“What do you want me to do?” The magic words had been spoken.
There was a slight pause of humming and hawing. As if Haruchiyo didn’t already know what he wanted. He was a brat, loving to cause trouble. Loving to see the brick façade always break or be pushed. His hands harshly took a good squeeze of the older man’s ass when he faced his body towards him. His nose buried into his chest as he inhaled the cologne. Not the usual one he found Yasuhiro normally wearing. But it wasn’t bad. A more woody tone. By chance dressing himself up more to please Haruchiyo. How kind. He giggled, grinding his hips against the other.
“Anything?”
“In a reasonable amount.”
Their fingers intertwined as Haruchiyo led them to the dark bedroom with Yasuhiro not able to see the front. The larger man almost tripped against the bed frame and knew what was coming as he felt a harsh shove against his shoulders, falling onto the mattress behind him. The frame gave a slight creak and let out another as Haruchiyo climbed on it, hovering over his lover.
“Only one thing?”
Yasuhiro didn’t reply. His eyebrows raised with Haruchiyo throwing more questions to see what he could ask for. Stifling a chuckle at the sight of how tight his pants had gotten. The zipper was undone and the lace was still visible.
The talkative man got quiet with Yasuhiro’s knee rubbing against his groin.
A held in a hiss as he bucked against it. However, Yasuhiro stopped the moment the other could feel any gratification from it.
“Quite risky to wear lace. What happens if your shirt got pulled up?”
Unbuckling his belt, Haruchiyo revealed white lacy underwear, barely holding his erection; he started to look rather impatient.
“I changed it around the end of the celebration, so no way I was caught in it,” he purred, climbing onto the other’s lap.
Yasuhiro rolled down the pants further to regard the garter belt. It consisted primarily of straps which had a patch of lace simulating some vines.
Normally, he was not the type to buy lace; he was just a simple man who was content, seeing Haruchiyo naked on his bed. Maybe in his clothes. Maybe leather… As long as he was happy to see him, Yasuhiro was happy and excited.
The white garments were something he ended up buying because he curiously looked into the lingerie store. Then the sales lady asked if he was looking to buy something for his wife and before he knew it, he got something. Presenting that piece the first time, Haruchiyo laughed at him. Why did he buy white? He preferred darker colours. Why did he even get it? Would that even fit since the panties wouldn’t hold his cock properly? The top was useless and if anything Yasuhiro should wear it since he had big enough tits to fill it. Yasuhiro thought Haruchiyo threw that garment away.
“I thought you didn’t like it.”
His lips brushed against the exposed ribs which had a faint trace of a scar from a knife wound.
“You rarely attempt to buy sexy shit, so why should I throw such a rare gift,” Haruchiyo slyly remarked, bending over to the side to retrieve something from the drawers in the night table.
“I still got the top. Maybe you should wear it.”
Yasuhiro eyed the lacy top with suspicion, especially how easily Haruchiyo retrieved it. Realising how the bra was for a larger bust, yet could have easily chosen something that worked with a flatter chest.
“I don’t think it would suit me.”
This response raised an eyebrow from Haruchiyo as his hands cupped Yasuhiro’s big supple chest.
“Oh, big words from the whore who bought lacy panties and has a big ass rack. Maybe you want to dress up like a slut underneath your neat suit and tie..”
There was a slight pause, as Haruchiyo estimated Yasuhiro’s body and leaned close when he whispered in his ears, stroking the nape lovingly.
“If you ever indulge in such hobbies and go outside, flaunting to others, I will make sure you never get to see daylight.”
Yasuhiro merely patted his back in response, kissing his cheek.
“I am yours and that won’t change. Who else could I trust my body to if not you?”
The sceptical gaze remained for a moment. Green eyes for jealousy, how fitting.
“You are mine forever,” Haruchiyo added before suckling on Yasuhiro’s lower lip to almost bite him.
After a bit of confusion to put the bralette on, Yasuhiro looked unimpressed at his situation. His eyes squinted, feeling Haruchiyo dig his fingers through the slit in the lace to pull on his nipple. The brat dared to giggle about it, so Yasuhiro grabbed his attention by kissing him.
The reassuring grasp on his nape made Haruchiyo moan, bucking his hips. His erection was felt against his stomach.
“I want to fuck your tits,” he breathed out in a whine, grinning pleased when he received a kiss on his facial scarring.
Yasuhiro laid down, about to take the lace off since it likely would get in the way.
“What? Afraid it will get ruined, so you can’t use it anymore?”
The remark made his nose flare slightly.
“Suit yourself if you want to rub your dick against it.”
The sight of his trained upper body getting adorned by such delicate fabric made it all worth it. Haruchiyo couldn’t help, but immediately sank his fingers onto the pecs. Stroking the dark chest hair.
“A leather harness would suit you well. Maybe I should buy something accidentally like you did.”
His tone was mocking while his fingers danced over his skin. Then one finger traced over the jugular.
“What do you think of a collar?”
This made Yasuhiro seemingly laugh and it made Haruchiyo furrow his brows,
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Stop playing dumb,” he insisted, making the knowing smile more obvious on the stoic face of the other.
Yasuhiro palmed Haruchiyo’s crotch, rubbing the shaft between the fabric, so it was nice and hard.
“Oh, such big words, for a dog in a rut.”
Repeating the manner Haruchiyo spoke to him prior, Yasuhiro gave him a harsher squeeze,
“A collar is more fitting to unruly dogs,” he whispered, making the other squirm when he pulled Haruchiyo to sit on his stomach. A clap on the younger man’s ass cheek for good measures, so his posture was more straight.
“Hey!”
“Go on,” he laughed. His chest vibrated, sending tingles into Haruchiyo’s body. It took a moment before Haruchiyo retrieved lube from the nightstand, slicking up Yasuhiro’s pecs and the fabric. If Haruchiyo wasn’t so hard, he could have been simply content by just massaging him.
A heavy exhale came from his nose when he started rubbing his cock between the pecs, getting it caught in the fabric. Squeezing it to garner more friction. Sparks of pleasure clouded his vision as he gasped and cried from the sensation.
Haruchiyo grew hotter by Yasuhiro’s watchful gaze as he did nothing besides holding his thin thighs. He couldn’t help but flinch when he started stroking his leg. Very light touches danced on his skin.
“Keep going, Haruchiyo. You are doing good,” Yasuhiro reassured. For a moment, Haruchiyo caught the pleased gaze. It fed into his ego that Yasuhiro looked at him with desire, wanting to coat his face with his cum.
But that would end the evening so quickly. And he hadn’t touched Yasuhiro yet.
“Can I suck you off?” Haruchiyo asked, panting.
Yasuhiro propped himself up with his elbow as if he was genuinely thinking about it.
“You sure have a lot of requests,” he half-heartedly protested with stifled laughter, shuffling away to lean against the bed frame. Haruchiyo clumsily stumbled after him, so he could unbuckle his belt.
“I want to please you too.”
And these words kept Yasuhiro quiet, just taking off the bralette to get himself more comfortable.
Yasuhiro didn’t fight it. With the sound of a zip, he watched his half-hard cock getting pulled out. Reaching out with his hand, he gently brushed away a few pale strands of hair covering Haruchiyo’s face. Putting it behind his ear.
“So kind,” Haruchiyo cooed, taking hold of his hand and kissing his fingers. Eyes closed for a moment. Then nibbling on it and making eye contact. Relishing the surprised, but then pleased gaze of his lover.
“Aren’t I supposed to please you?”
“You can please me, by not keeping your moans in,” he laughed. His breath tickled his hot skin before he started licking the tip. He kept eye contact while lowering his face. Making sure Yasuhiro could see his face. And indeed, he was making sure to not miss out to stare at the long eyelashes and the pink tongue playfully dancing on his sensitive skin. The mouth was cramming the length in. His scars were being stretched. Yasuhiro out of habit kept his groan in.
“Sorry,” he breathed heavily out, noting Haruchiyo’s sceptical gaze.
His reflex not going unpunished as Haruchiyo squeezed his base. Although it had the opposite effect of him getting further turned on. It did win him a few delighted moans at least.
With Yasuhiro almost reaching his limit, Haruchiyo pulled it out with a pop, licking his lips. Contently, inching closer, to lean onto the other’s palm.
Yasuhiro kissed his nose, then his lips, grasping him in an embrace.
“It felt good.”
The tone was tender and warm.
“I didn’t make you cum yet, weird old man”
“I know, but for letting me indulge.”
There was a slight pause on Haruchiyo’s part as he buried his face into the other’s neck.
Sighing, feeling his head being stroked.
“You are such a good man,” Yasuhiro continued to praise in between peppering Haruchiyo with kisses.
“You are being sentimental in the worst time…” He heard Haruchiyo speak with a muffled tone, squirming from the affection.
“But-”
With a tug, the two laid on the mattress. Grasping Haruchiyo’s arms, Yasuhiro gently pinned them away as he straddled him after he took all his clothes off.
“You aren’t against more praises?”
“Of course not,” he gasped, feeling the weight on his hips. It felt good to be pressed down.
Whimpering while Yasuhiro moved his hip, grinding against the cock trapped in lace.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Haruchiyo muttered in pleasure.
“Do you feel alright?”
“Yes, Yasuhiro~”
Just to prove his point, he bucked his hips, garnering a snort from Yasuhiro, letting him know what he wanted. A quick peck was placed onto Haruchiyo’s puckered lips before Yasuhiro whispered into the latter’s ear. Shivering at hearing his name.
Lifting his lower body for a moment, Yasuhiro lined the cock up before slowly easing it into himself. A sensation he could never get used to with the way it spread in him, feeling it grow bigger from the excitement. But the groan Haruchiyo was letting out made him want to quickly move. Excited from the pleased expression.
But he went slow, making sure the other was not overwhelmed. Although this drove Haruchiyo mad, having the opposite effect.
His fingers grasped onto Yasuhiro’s hips, trying to match the motion, only to remain frustrated as Yasuhiro ceased his movements to control his climax.
For once Yasuhiro took the lead on top of him, rolling his hips until he rode him at a steady pace, seemingly having ditched his patience to further tease Haruchiyo. What a short-lived plan, Haruchiyo noted before his mind was taken by the pleasure from the sweet tightness he felt.
The bed creaked every time Yasuhiro bumped against Haruchiyo’s hips, making him spill out some breathy moans.
"That's the spot," he gasped as Haruchiyo buried his cock back into him. His ecstasy cries and groaning of Yasuhiro's name were not unheard of as he received a kiss from his lover to calm him down. They remained in that embrace for a few moments before moving against each other.
However, the movements grew more frantic, with Yasuhiro holding onto the headboard of the bed to balance himself, bouncing up and down in pleasure from the thrusts from below. This would undoubtedly leave Haruchiyo with bruises on his hip, but at the time, he was too preoccupied to enjoy his ride on the untamed horse, leaving his senses blurry until his seed eventually spilt.
As he climaxed, the feeling shot through his spine and legs, and he rode it out as he let Haruchiyo pump a few deep thrusts into him before tensing up and shouting out his name.
When he peered down at Haruchiyo's warm gaze, he continued to lean his arms on the bed frame, breathing gently. His eyes squinted at the satisfied expression. Because Haruchiyo had heard all of Yasuhiro's delighted moans, a smug smile spread across his sweaty face.
“You liked your reward?”
Nodding, Haruchiyo fought to keep his breath calm, inhaling through his nose as Yasuhiro got off him and leaned on a long shared pillow. The hot feeling is replaced by a cooling sensation from the air and the now slightly open window that Yasuhiro opened before hiding it behind the curtains.
His large fingers brushed Haruchiyo's hair off his brow before caressing his face with his knuckles, and Haruchiyo contently reclined into the contact, allowing himself to be held.
The city lights could still be seen through the half-sheer drapes. The sighs, gasps, and repetitive creaking of their bed were over.
Not much sound was happening between them as they lingered in bed together, enjoying each other’s presence. The lamp on their bedside table was lit to have a dim warm glow in their room.
At some point, Yasuhiro sat up to regard the bralette which was smeared with lube and had some of the mesh broken. Unlike the top, Haruchiyo’s garter belt was still intact. It was no surprise since it had a thicker strap and wasn’t tugged around.
“Don’t think of throwing it out, we can use it again.”
“So I have to go the extra mile and hand wash it?”
Yasuhiro pointed out, knowing the answer with the way Haruchiyo gazed back at him with both of his eyebrows pulled higher.
Well, technically it was a gift for Haruchiyo anyway, so it would be terrible of him to just toss it. Besides, it seemed rather useful whenever he wanted to reward the other, even though Yasuhiro didn’t understand the full appeal.
The lace was pretty but he mostly cared for the fact his beloved Haruchiyo was content with it. It seemed to be doing its job, so Yasuhiro accepted it.
“So are you getting me a collar next… by accident?”
“I am considering a muzzle.”
Haruchiyo bit him.