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Keeping his eyes locked on Tatsumi’s face, HiMERU gauges the other man’s reaction. It’s subtle, like usual, but a great detective always pays close attention to the details. A slight tightening of those droopy eyes and the way Tatsumi’s knuckles whiten just so as they grip the handle of his cane… Saint-like as the mafia heir pretends to be, he’s never been particularly good at hiding his true feelings.
Ah, not from HiMERU, at least.
“...You want to go undercover?”
“It’s the smartest course of action—so, yes.”
HiMERU adjusts the white collar, all the while excessively aware of just how ridiculous this outfit must look. Originally, it had been designed to cover far more skin, but considering their suspect’s tastes… Well. This was inevitable, it seems.
The white sleeveless vest somehow accentuates an already naturally slender waist, while a black tailcoat reaches just above his knees (a small bunny tail attached to the back, of course). Lines of gold beads shift with every movement and a few jewels catch the light above. Black fabric covers his legs down to the heeled shoes, but it’s cut away at the hips, leaving far too much exposed skin between waistband and vest.
It’s not that HiMERU is uncomfortable with the outfit itself right now—he’s definitely been in far worse situations in his past—but rather with the way Tatsumi’s eyes keep drifting down before snapping forcefully back to his face.
Rather than acknowledge that, though, HiMERU crosses his arms. The bunny ears atop his head stir slightly.
“Our target has been incredibly tight-lipped over the past week; the typical methods haven’t yielded any results—something you should be well aware of, Tatsumi,” HiMERU explains, allowing (professional) annoyance to ooze out as he speaks. “HiMERU believes infiltrating the casino as staff will provide better access, considering the target has shown a preference for… intimate attention from hosts between sets.”
Tatsumi’s grip on the cane loosens, his index finger tapping the edge slowly. HiMERU wonders briefly why he’s even using the damn thing today. It’s not like the man actually needs it, no matter how much he likes to pretend that old injury still bothers him.
“Don’t you think we could assign someone less essential to this role?”
HiMERU’s eyes narrow as he stares down the heir sitting at the desk. “Are you suggesting that HiMERU isn’t qualified for this task?”
“No that’s not—” Tatsumi sighs, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not a matter of qualification, HiMERU-san—you’re more than capable. But as my primary investigator, putting yourself in such a vulnerable position seems unnecessary. Assigning this to someone else and equipping them with a microphone is much safer, no?”
He’s about to argue back more, but then HiMERU catches Tatsumi’s gaze flickering down to his exposed hips once more before darting back up.
Hm. So that’s what this is about.
“And what do you propose?” HiMERU takes a step closer to the desk between them. “Sending someone less experienced who might arouse suspicion? Or perhaps they’ll waste valuable time figuring out when to actually gather evidence. Oh, or maybe they’ll actually drink the alcohol offered and wind up passing out.”
The bunny ears twitch slightly as he tilts his head in mock thought, closing his eyes. “That doesn’t seem very efficient or safe, don’t you agree?”
Another one of those soft sighs comes from Tatsumi as he seems to find something extremely interesting about the paperwork spread across his desk. A man who has orchestrated entire takedowns of multiple businesses across the city, suddenly fascinated by simple expense reports. How curious.
“You’re right, of course,” Tatsumi concedes, finally looking up with that gentle smile that’s fooled much weaker minds in the past. “I’m just considering all of our options and this one…”
Tch, there’s something about Tatsumi’s tone that makes HiMERU’s hair rise. It’s better to just move this conversation along, otherwise he’ll be arguing with this man for the entire night.
“At any rate, the casino opens in three hours. HiMERU will need to be there early to establish his cover with the other staff. You’ll be monitoring from the car, correct?”
Tatsumi rises from his chair, cane making a soft thud against the red carpet. “Actually, I’ll be inside as well.”
“The original plan had you inside the car. Outside. Away from HiMERU.”
“Plans can change, especially in these cases,” Tatsumi replies with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Our target knows most of our regular operatives. Despite my position, I’m actually less recognizable.”
“Less recognizable?” HiMERU scoffs, poking at Tatsumi’s suit-covered chest with a single finger. “Kazehaya Tatsumi, heir to one of the most powerful families in the city, less recognizable? Has the phantom pain in your leg finally traveled to your brain?”
Instead of taking any sort of offense like a normal person would, Tatsumi simply laughs. One of those genuine ones that always come out around HiMERU, not the carefully modulated chuckle he uses in business meetings.
When HiMERU began to carefully categorize the heir’s habits, he doesn’t particularly want to think about either.
“You’d be surprised how often people overlook me when I’m not in formal attire.”
“Tatsumi, your family’s power isn’t subtle in any manner. The second you step in, the entire staff will recognize you, and that man will be tipped off immediately.”
“Ah, I’ll be in a back room, HiMERU-san. Our target won’t even know I’m there! In the event of anything happening, it’s better for me to be already inside the building.”
The two of them are on entirely different wavelengths.
HiMERU has seen this all before—usually right before Tatsumi does something extraordinarily reckless based on whatever moral code he’s operating on. But this… It’s definitely not about the job’s so-called safety. Not by a long shot. This is definitely about the outfit and who will see him in it.
“Hah… Surely you can put your feelings for HiMERU aside when it comes to an important job, Tatsumi. Or do personal entanglements suddenly trump professional duties? How unlike you.”
Color blooms slightly in Tatsumi’s cheeks, but he meets HiMERU’s gaze directly. “That’s not exactly—”
“What then?” HiMERU cuts him off. “The operation is straightforward. HiMERU serves the target drinks between performances and strikes up conversation. Once the man’s drunk enough, then HiMERU will smoothly get him talking about the recent trafficking operation. You being there only complicates matters even more.”
“...Perhaps.”
The hesitation in Tatsumi’s voice is so unlike him that HiMERU actually pauses for a moment. Despite their arrangement—for lack of a better word—Tatsumi has always maintained a certain level of professionalism during operations. For him to be this transparent about his jealousy (because what else could it be?) is rather surprising.
With a sigh, HiMERU checks the clock. There’s absolutely no time for this.
“HiMERU is leaving. The car is already waiting downstairs. You’re free to join him at your own leisure, but he’ll be heading to the casino immediately.”
He turns to leave, but a firm grip suddenly captures his wrist. Halts him mid-step. The embarrassing bunny tail bounces with the sudden stop.
“At least allow me to be the one who touches you under this outfit first.”
Frozen solid, HiMERU turns his head slowly and raises his thin eyebrows at Tatsumi.
“...?”
Tatsumi’s expression is no longer the gentle smile of the mafia’s saint. There’s something darker there in those violet eyes. Possessive in a way that HiMERU has only glimpsed in the most private of moments.
“If you’re going to let that man put his hands on you tonight—”
“For the case,” HiMERU interjects.
“—then I want to touch you before he does.”
Something about the outfit has certainly knocked a screw loose in Tatsumi’s usually level head. But, well, this is interesting. And honestly? HiMERU can’t help but feel a little smug at having such an effect on the normally composed mafia heir. To see the “saint” reduced to such a base impulse simply from seeing HiMERU in a provocative outfit.
A small measured smile blooms on HiMERU’s face as he takes a single step closer to Tatsumi. If this is the game they’re playing now, why not enjoy it? He’s clearly in the superior position here by all accounts.
“So you’re jealous, Tatsumi?” HiMERU muses. Voice already falling into the very same range he’d be using during the undercover operation. “How interesting… Is the great and powerful heir of the Kazehaya family worried about a simple detective like HiMERU?”
Reaching up, he trails a finger from Tatsumi’s mole to his lips and continues, “You know, HiMERU heard that most clients like it when their favorite host calls them ‘master.’ Would you prefer that too?”
Instantly, Tatsumi’s breath hitches slightly, but his grip on HiMERU wrist loosens not. Instead, the damn thing tightens just so.
“You shouldn’t tease me like that, HiMERU-san.”
“Oh?” HiMERU tilts his head, bunny ears flopping to the side. “And why not? You’re the one who brought this conversation to such unprofessional waters. HiMERU is simply responding accordingly.”
Leaning in closer, close enough that with only a small movement they’d kiss, HiMERU taunts, “Is this what you’re afraid of? That HiMERU might use these very same tactics on the target tonight; that he might respond the exact same way you are right now?” The sweet tone barely matches the look in his eyes as he pulls away to stare into Tatsumi’s eyes. Gold meeting amethyst with challenge.
“If that’s what you’re worried about, HiMERU can assure you that—”
He doesn’t get to finish, because suddenly Tatsumi is moving. With surprising speed (see, he doesn’t need that cane), he pushes HiMERU backward until the detective’s legs hit the edge of the desk. Papers scatter as his hands brace himself against the surface. Cane clatters against the wooden part of the floor as Tatsumi boxes him in against the desk.
“If that’s how you plan to act to get information…” Tatsumi’s other hand moves to rest beside HiMERU’s thigh while his other remains gripping his wrist. “Then I’m not so sure I can allow you to go out, HiMERU-san.”
“You’re being insane,” HiMERU manages to say, although his voice isn’t quite as steady as he’d like it to be. “You can’t possibly be this possessive over what isn’t even yours to begin with. What are we suddenly elementary schoolers? HiMERU is sorry to say, but APTX 4869 doesn’t exist in real life.”
“Is that why you really insist on being at the casino—to make sure our target doesn’t even look at HiMERU with lecherous eyes?” He pushes against Tatsumi’s chest. Not enough to move the heir, but enough to at least show a bit of resistance.
Because despite his words, there’s a certain thrill running through his systems at being pinned like this. Tatsumi’s normally contained strength now pressing against him; that normally gentle gaze darkened… He’d rather die than admit it aloud, but HiMERU enjoys the possessive streak. The completely selfish actions.
Especially when he’s the cause.
“Anyway, HiMERU doesn’t belong to you. So get off him already.”
Tatsumi’s eyes soften as he lowers his head to speak directly in HiMERU’s ear, murmuring, “I never claimed you belonged to me, HiMERU-san… But this mission is dangerous. The man you’re targeting has killed before.”
“As if HiMERU didn’t already know that,” he scoffs, even as his eyes flutter closed for a second when he feels Tatsumi’s warm breath against his neck. “HiMERU is a detective. Danger has always been an element to consider during work. And you’re changing the subject—your concern isn’t for HiMERU’s safety. Stop lying, Tatsumi. Just say it aloud: you’re jealous.”
For a few beats the only response HiMERU hears is the steady breathing against his ear. Then, Tatsumi’s pulls away, catching HiMERU’s gaze before he can look away.
“Ah… Yes.”
The confession rattles HiMERU. Inwardly. He was expecting some more deflection, more of Tatsumi’s diplomatic selfless language.
But to hear Tatsumi utter those words so easily…
“I am jealous,” Tatsumi continues, hand sliding from beside HiMERU’s thigh to press against the exposed skin at his hip. “I’m jealous thinking about someone else seeing you in this. Of someone else touching you. Even if it’s ‘just for the case.’ Of course I am, HiMERU-san. How could I not be?”
Eyes averted (that painting on the wall is extremely appealing right now), HiMERU mutters back, “There’s nothing exclusive about the arrangement HiMERU has with you—so why…”
“Mm, no there isn’t,” Tatsumi agrees with a rueful smile. “But—”
Letting Tatsumi continue down this path is more dangerous than buttering up a killer. So HiMERU does the easiest thing he can think of to shut the heir up. Pulls Tatsumi by his tie and kisses him.
Anything to regain control of this rapidly derailing conversation; anything to avoid addressing that sudden tightness in his chest.
Still, Tatsumi doesn’t let him escape so easily. The man returns the kiss in equal measure, but with a gentleness that’s smothering. When he pulls back, his eyes remain fixed on HiMERU’s. Mint green hair pressing against his forehead with the beginnings of sweat.
“I didn’t get to finish…”
“And you won’t get to,” HiMERU mutters, tugging Tatsumi right back.
It’s always easier this way—that’s a certainty in life HiMERU thinks. When their lips reconnect, he immediately feels vindication. Despite his position against the desk, he’s in control of the situation. Making Tatsumi forget about whatever emotional nonsense was about to flow free out from his lips.
After all, this—the physical manifestation of their relationship—is what truly makes sense.
Fingers thread throughout mint green hair as HiMERU takes a nip at Tatsumi’s bottom lip, forcing a small noise from the other man before ultimately pulling away.
“Don’t think this means HiMERU forgives you at all,” he grumbles. “He still intends to gather information tonight through any means. And if you try to stop him… then perhaps this will be our final encounter of any kind, Tatsumi.”
Tatsumi’s lips quirk up somewhat, and it’s infuriating how he doesn’t seem terribly concerned about the threat. Even if HiMERU also knows it could never be their final encounter, could the man at least act a little upset?
“I understand, HiMERU-san.” The way Tatsumi’s thumb gently traces small circles against HiMERU’s exposed hip is far too careful. Always so benign, even now. “I won’t interfere with your work, so long as I can be your backup inside.”
“Idiot. That’s not— Ugh, you’re not backing down an inch, are you?”
“Not when it concerns your safety.”
A flimsy excuse. Still, it’s not like HiMERU has the chance to properly refute it, because Tatsumi’s lips find his neck and the entire conversation fades into oblivion. Fingers dig into Tatsumi’s shoulders as his mouth leaves a trail down HiMERU’s neck.
Even now, during all of this, Tatsumi still holds back. He always does. Every single touch is pronounced with that ridiculous restraint that drives HiMERU up the wall. Does the man truly not feel like the rest of them? Like a normal human being with carnal desires?
No, he definitely does, if that hard line pressing against HiMERU’s thigh is any sign of it. But he refuses to just let go. So, HiMERU decides to try another angle. A hand slides down to cup Tatsumi through his pants.
“You know… That man might try something similar.” He squeezes before letting his hand stay limp against Tatsumi’s arousal. “Might put his hand right here, or perhaps grab HiMERU by the hips. What would you do then, Tatsumi? Would you still just watch from the sidelines and risk our cover being blown?”
The grip on his hip tightens—ah, now they’re getting somewhere. But Tatsumi’s expression still remains composed, save for the slightest pinch around his eyes.
“I would intervene if you needed help, of course,” he says simply, voice impressively even considering HiMERU’s hand is still very much present. “But I trust your abilities, HiMERU-san. You wouldn’t let it get that far.”
“Hah… So boring. Why are you always like th—”
The words die in his throat as Tatsumi’s hand slips free from his wrist and slips down. Under the hem of the vest to the tight fitting pants beneath. Without any sort of preliminaries, he hooks his fingers under the waistband and tugs them down. The cool air of the office immediately hits HiMERU’s lower half and he suppresses the urge to shiver.
To make matters worse, he barely has time to register his state of undress before that same hand is moving again. Destination? To retrieve something from his pocket—a small bottle.
“Did you…” HiMERU’s brain short circuits for just a moment as his eyes switch between Tatsumi’s expression and the object in his hand. “Did you have that the entire time?”
Tatsumi holds his gaze as he pops the cap off and coats his finger in lube. “I thought perhaps we’d have some time after the mission on the way back.”
“You— In the car?!”
“Well, it’s not like we haven’t before…”
Whatever else HiMERU had planned to say evaporates immediately as Tatsumi’s slick finger probes against his entrance. (So much for restraint now, apparently.) The sensation makes his back arch off the desk and the bunny ears bob with the motion.
“T-Tatsumi!” It’s not much of a protest when HiMERU’s body is already relaxing into the heir’s touch.
Technically, he dug himself into this hole and while HiMERU realizes that, there’s one problem. Tatsumi always takes too long to climax.
“We’re due to be at the casino at—”
“We have enough time,” Tatsumi assures him, pressing his finger inside slowly. “And if we’re a bit late, I’m sure my underlings can handle the initial setup.”
Another protest dies on HiMERU’s lips as Tatsumi curls his finger just right. Instead what comes out is a sharp intake of breath. Both ears flop as his head falls back.
“Mm… You always try so hard to keep quiet, HiMERU-san…”
It’s infuriating how well Tatsumi knows his body after only a few months. Every movement of that finger inside him feels specifically coordinated. Planned in a way to draw out responses that HiMERU would rather keep tucked away.
Still, he can’t stop the small gasp from escaping when the finger inside multiplies into two. But Tatsumi’s pace is slow. Almost like he’s teasing HiMERU.
“Stop… Mm, dragging this out…” One hand clings to Tatsumi’s shoulder while the other grips the edge of the desk now. “As HiMERU said, we have limited time.”
“We surely have enough.” The smile on his face somehow manages to be both tender and faintly smug at the same time. “Besides, I want to make sure you’re properly prepared.”
Despite HiMERU’s best efforts to coax Tatsumi into losing control, the damn man always wants to treat him like this.
“Have you ever considered,” HiMERU mutters as he yanks Tatsumi closer by his collar, “that perhaps ‘I’ would prefer it if you were a little less gentle?”
For a moment, Tatsumi’s movements pause. He looks genuinely bewildered, but there’s no telling if it’s surprise at the way HiMERU speaks or the words spoken.
“But I could never—”
“Forget it,” HiMERU interrupts. “Just get on with it already.”
When Tatsumi just blinks at him, still seemingly lost in thought, HiMERU takes advantage of the momentary distraction. Reaches between them and begins to work at Tatsumi’s belt. If they’re doing this, then there’s no time for the heir’s usual routine of thirty minutes of foreplay (or sometimes more).
With the belt unbuckled and pants unzipped shortly after, HiMERU reaches to wrap a hand around Tatsumi’s length. The motion finally snap him out of whatever moral conundrum he was facing.
“HiMERU-san, I…”
“Don’t say anything. Finish preparing HiMERU so we can get this over with quickly.”
There’s a flash of something in Tatsumi’s violet eyes at the detached way HiMERU speaks once more. Perhaps it’s something akin to hurt, but he doesn’t have the time to fully analyze it because Tatsumi’s finger begins to move again. This time, though, the pace isn’t as slow. More driven by whatever emotion may have flashed in those eyes.
Pushing the papers out of the way further (they weren’t particularly important, anyway), HiMERU leans back on the desk. It’s not the most comfortable place they’ve done this, not by far, but it’s better than that one place last week…
He allows his legs to fall open further, allowing Tatsumi easier access. Bunny ears and hair both move in tandem as he tilts his head to better examine Tatsumi’s face. His expression is focused now: brows drawn together, a slight flush to his cheeks. When a third finger joins it’s with hardly any hesitation.
“Ah!” HiMERU can’t hold back the sound this time, not with how the stretch is more pronounced. His other hand moves from Tatsumi’s shoulder to grab the heir’s wrist. Steadying himself. “That’s… That’s better…”
“Is this really what you want, HiMERU-san?”
“Shut up…”
HiMERU’s eyes close as he concentrates on the feeling of those fingers working him open instead of the sound of Tatsumi’s voice still being so composed. But then suddenly they’re gone. Amber eyes snap open to protest, only to see Tatsumi reaching behind him to retrieve something from a small box on the desk.
“What exactly are you doing now, Tatsumi?”
“Ah, getting a condom.”
“Really?”
“Well, yes,” Tatsumi answers as he retrieves the small foil packet from the box. Tears it open. “We should always practice safety, HiMERU-san.”
“Mm, but—”
HiMERU promptly cuts himself off. There’s absolutely no reason to protest this of all things, especially considering the circumstances. In fact, this is probably the most logical thing Tatsumi has done thus far this evening. It’s not like HiMERU wants to (or has the time to) clean up a mess inside him before going to the casino.
Logic aside, however, it’s all still rather annoying. But before HiMERU can spiral into another mental monologue about how much this man frustrates (and fascinates) him, Tatsumi’s hands are on his thighs. Parting them further, bunny tail rubbing against the table with the movement.
It’s a bit embarrassing, but his hole definitely feels empty now and his own dick is woefully abandoned leaking. But what does Tatsumi do? He pulls back for a moment and leans down to grasp the cane he dropped earlier. There’s a beat where HiMERU is both genuinely confused and pissed off in equal measure, before Tatsumi presses the curved handle against his chest.
“What the hell are you doing, Tatsumi?”
“Do you mind? I thought I could use it to hold you still. For balance. So we don’t make a mess.”
It’s such an absurd excuse, and HiMERU would laugh if Tatsumi didn’t push the tip of it more firmly against his sternum next.
“Then again,” he adds with a smile that speaks of confidence HiMERU would normally attribute to mafia dealings and not this (although it’s not entirely unwelcome either), “maybe I just want to see you unable to run away, HiMERU-san.”
The shift in Tatsumi’s tone is something else entirely. Something that makes HiMERU’s breath hitch. Once more he’s reminded just how much of a contradiction this man is. How he can be simultaneously holy and devout one moment, yet in the very next show glimpses of cunning HiMERU’s sure he’d never show in front of his men.
“Hmm… Then HiMERU should indulge you,” he eventually murmurs, leaning back against the desk fully. “At least this once. Now that you have the troublesome detective here like this, HiMERU wonders… What will Tatsumi do?”
As Tatsumi lines himself up it’s with a small but incredibly pleased smile. There’s no usual question of ‘is this okay?’ before HiMERU feels the slow press of Tatsumi’s sizable cock against his entrance. And then it’s going in. A far more forceful thrust than what HiMERU’s accustomed to from Tatsumi.
Perhaps what he said earlier had more of an effect than he expected.
“Alright?”
“Yes. Just… Mmm, move.”
For once, Tatsumi listens without any sort of hesitation. The pace he sets is still not as fast as HiMERU would ultimately prefer, but it’s leagues better than most of their fumbling around in the dark. Each thrust is followed by a soft grunt from Tatsumi and a stifled moan from HiMERU.
Deep down, in the part of his mind not solely consumed by pleasure, HiMERU acknowledges what he’d never say aloud: there’s something exhilarating about being the only one who can make the saintly Kazehaya Tatsumi lose control like this. About being the exception to his oh so perfect restraint.
Cane still pushing against HiMERU’s chest, Tatsumi leans in to capture his lips in a kiss. It’s nothing like the usual tender kisses the man tries to initiate. The kiss is deeper, leaving HiMERU momentarily questioning who the man above him is. When he eventually draws away, he looks down at HiMERU’s neglected cock, eyes widening.
“Apologies, I forgot…”
“Forgot what exactly?” HiMERU presses as Tatsumi’s pace slows. “That HiMERU’s cock exists too?”
“No, of course not…” Tatsumi shifts the cane so it’s pressed lightly against his collarbone now. It leaves his hand free to wrap around HiMERU’s length.
The touch has him biting his bottom lip, so sensitive after being ignored until now.
“So the great Kazehaya heir—next in line to be Godfather—gets turned on by something as simple as bunny ears and a bit of exposed skin?” HiMERU manages throughout labored breaths while Tatsumi’s thumb trails over the head of his cock, smearing precum. “Ah… HiMERU didn’t peg you for having such tastes, honestly.”
Rather than getting flustered, Tatsumi chuckles.
“HiMERU-san looks incredible in anything. I think I’ve made that quite clear in the past.”
“Such a gentleman… Why is it so hard for you to say what you really want?” It’s hard to stay composed with Tatsumi’s cock inside him and the man’s hand wrapped around his own, but still he finds himself feeling that sensation of being superior again. “Just say you want to fuck ‘me’ senseless, Tatsumi.”
It’s delicious seeing Tatsumi’s response—his movements stuttering before resuming. But other than that his composure doesn’t falter much. The hand above HiMERU’s cock gives a firmer stroke, while Tatsumi’s other hand moves from hip to gently press the cane against the delicate skin of HiMERU’s neck.
“I think that should also be quite obvious by now…” Tatsumi murmurs, lips pressing against HiMERU’s ear. “But if HiMERU-san insists—”
HiMERU can’t actually see the expression on Tatsumi’s face at this angle, but the hot breath against his ear is more than enough to make him shudder. The heir’s gentlemanly demeanor cracks for just a bit as he continues, “I do want to fuck you senseless, HiMERU-san.”
Ah…
It all sends HiMERU far closer to the edge than he’d care to admit. Honestly, despite his complaints, the dichotomy of Tatsumi’s polite exterior and rare moments of unadulterated desire drives HiMERU absolutely crazy. Makes him feel things he’s not entirely sure how to define.
“T-Tatsumi—”
Suddenly the pace picks up again. The cane is repositioned to rest against HiMERU’s neck as Tatsumi’s hand returns to his hip. Those fingers are definitely leaving marks that’ll need to be covered up before the mission (something he’ll chide Tatsumi for later, but right now he cares not).
His other hand continues working HiMERU’s cock in time with the thrusts, both of which no longer feel held back. Each slide of Tatsumi’s cock hits perfectly against that deep spot inside him.
His mind goes blissfully blank as the pleasure reaches its zenith.
“Close…”
One of HiMERU’s hands reaches up to grip Tatsumi’s forearm. He feels the release building quickly—too quickly, perhaps. The combination of those words; the constant stimulation to both his cock and prostate; the realization that he’s literally being fucked on a desk while wearing a bunny outfit… All of it spirals together, ready to explode.
“Going to—”
HiMERU doesn’t get to finish his sentence before his entire body tenses. His back arches off the desk as release hits. Cum spurts across his own torso, landing on the vest and tailcoat. Some even lands on his chin.
He must look absolutely disheveled right now—hair messy, forehead damp, and the damn ears are dangerously close to falling off. Those very same ears twitch with his head movements and he vaguely registers quite the embarrassing moan escaping from him as Tatsumi continues to thrust.
Through the haze of afterglow, HiMERU feels Tatsumi’s grip tighten. The cane falls to the floor one more as both hands grip his hips. The sight above him—Tatsumi with his hair unkempt and face flushed—is almost enough to spring life back into his spent cock.
Is this the man the public calls a saint? The man rival families view as unshakable and dangerous?
“HiMERU-san… I’m sorry it always takes me so long, but…”
As Tatsumi thrusts in deeply one final time, his rhythm finally falters. Had he not been wearing a condom, HiMERU would certainly feel the warmth filling him. Instead it’s the telltale twitch inside and the low moan from Tatsumi that signals his completion.
Against his better judgement, HiMERU lifts a hand to brush some stray mint hair out of Tatsumi’s face. Violet eyes meet gold and HiMERU can’t help but notice how genuinely beautiful Tatsumi looks with his face like this. That soft smile only he gets to see.
…HiMERU quickly shuts that thought down.
Cleanup afterwards is always a bit awkward.
“Mmm… HiMERU-san,” Tatsumi sighs as he nuzzles into the crook of HiMERU’s neck.
Post-coital Tatsumi is constantly like this: clingy, affectionate, and unable to keep his hands off HiMERU for even a moment. Despite having pulled out, he hasn’t moved away completely. Instead his arms are wrapped around HiMERU’s waist. One hand absently traces characters on his bare hip.
“We have somewhere to be, Tatsumi,” HiMERU insists, trying to wiggle free from the hold. It would be easy to, he knows this, but pulling away completely feels… Better to not go down that path.
“Just a moment longer,” Tatsumi pleads, usual polished exterior abandoned long ago. “Let me hold you for a bit—please?”
How maddening it is that a simple tone change and eyes like that manage to break through HiMERU’s resolve. He clicks his tongue, but doesn’t immediately attempt to extract himself from Tatsumi’s clutches again.
“Fine,” he concedes, but adds quickly: “Only a minute, then we have to get ready. The casino—”
“Thank you, HiMERU-san.”
There’s a warm press of lips against his temple. Tatsumi doesn’t seem to care that both of them are still sticky with sweat and other fluids.
This man is the next in line to be the Godfather? This overgrown puppy who can’t seem to let go of HiMERU after sex? This man who looks at HiMERU with entirely too much sympathy in his amethyst eyes?
It’s laughable, really. To think rival families fear this gentle creature. Then again, HiMERU has seen flashes of the calculated strategist beneath the soft exterior. The way Tatsumi’s mind operates when he’s planning his family’s operations (or planning against them when the two of them are alone at night). How his eyes can turn colder than they have any right to be.
But then there are moments like this, too. Tatsumi practically purring in contentment as he presses against HiMERU. Sounding more like a cat than the animal HiMERU sees before him.
“You’re like a puppy,” HiMERU mutters before he can stop himself.
Tatsumi lifts his head, resting his chin against HiMERU’s chest. He hums and then repeats, “A puppy?”
“Yes; one that doesn’t know when to let go.”
“Fufu, is that so bad?”
“It is when we have places to be!” HiMERU finally wiggles free, grabbing a few tissues from the desk to clean himself off. “Now get dressed so we can discuss the change in plans. HiMERU can’t go undercover as a bunny host after what you’ve done to him now. You planned this…”
Tatsumi’s smile doesn’t fade as HiMERU continues to complain. As he goes to clean himself up, there’s something in his eyes that HiMERU catches for a brief moment.
“You know, sometimes puppies can be quite protective of what they consider theirs.”
It’s best to pretend he didn’t hear that.
Two hours later, HiMERU is finally stationed at the bar inside the casino. He feels a dull ache everytime he shifts, but it’s not entirely unpleasant. Just a constant reminder of what happened back in Tatsumi’s office. Part of him wonders (no, he’s pretty sure) if that had been the plan all along: a way for Tatsumi to stake a claim even when not physically present.
…Though, he is physically present now. HiMERU can see him from the corner of his eye, seated at some shadowy booth near the back. Far enough away not to draw attention, but close enough to intervene if needed. Really, he should’ve been in the back room or even better: the car.
The plan had somehow evolved into this: HiMERU as a bartender rather than a host. It provided more discreet access to the target compared to the flashier role anyway.
(Or, at least, that’s the reasoning Tatsumi provided. And HiMERU was too tired (and sore) to argue at the time.)
The bartender outfit is far more modest. Black vest over a white button up, with a simple red bowtie at the collar. Professional, as Tatsumi claimed. The opposite of what they were doing earlier. At any rate, it allows him to stand at a comfortable distance from the target while still being close enough to tease him with drinks and extract valuable information.
And good news: it seems to be working. The man is already three drinks in and growing incredibly chatty with each one HiMERU serves. Information flows as easily as the liquor he pours.
From where he stands, HiMERU can feel Tatsumi’s eyes on him occasionally. But they’re not distracting, oddly enough. Glancing over, he spots Tatsumi tipping his glass slightly in acknowledgment. He pulls his black facemask down to smile and wink at HiMERU before lifting it back up.
It makes HiMERU’s lips twitch upward reluctantly as he turns to mix another drink. Well, at least standing doesn’t hurt his ass too much.