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Chuuya had never experienced a sexual situation. He barely knew such relationships existed; his life before joining the mafia consisted of trying to survive alongside the sheep. He never kissed anyone, only hugged his companions a few times in a month, and simply dedicated himself to living an independent life devoid of romantic desires.
Mori was the first person to give him a cell phone. At fifteen, he was already exploring the internet, along with a computer Mori offered him. He didn't understand why Mori valued him so much; perhaps it was because of his intellect and superhuman strength. Because it was truly useful in a fight.
While watching a series on a website, since he wasn't on a legal platform, he came across his first pornographic ad. A woman with her breasts exposed, with a man rubbing his penis against them.
The image initially terrified him. He wanted to go to Mori and ask him what the hell had gotten to him, because he had something like that that he really didn't want to see or discover. Although it wasn't his boss's fault after all, he was the one who clicked on that website without considering the consequences.
Over time, he discovered it was called "Porn" and he began consuming it daily. At first, it was videos of girls with enormous breasts, squirting like jets from a toy water gun. Then came videos where the intensity increased, the fetishes became more chilling and the morbid curiosity surged uncontrollably in his mind.
His boss had personally summoned him for a mission. Dazai wasn't available at the moment; he was busy resolving a matter with Hirotsu. He felt a little sorry that the old man had to put up with that mummy's mischievous attitude, but he preferred not to mention it or make a joke this time.
"I need you to take care of those areas. Can you?"
"Nothing is impossible for me, boss."
Loyalty to the Port Mafia is more powerful than any other contract. A subordinate entered unannounced and alerted the boss that he had to leave urgently.
"You stay here. Don't move."
Chuuya nodded as he watched him leave and sat comfortably in one of the armchairs reserved for his boss. He crossed his legs impatiently, wanting to get home so he could continue watching those perverted videos that gave him a succulent sensation.
It helped him with stress, anger, sadness, and any negative emotion. It intensified positive emotions; masturbating was ideal for him.
Although not long ago, he entered the realm of homosexual content. Watching two men having sex in a bed became a daily occurrence for him on his computer. Mori's appearance reminded him of one of them he watched quite frequently.
He had obscene thoughts about trying it with his boss, but he didn't think it would all go well. How complicated would it be to ask him?
It sounded awkward, too. Their relationship would be destroyed after that proposition; he doesn't believe Mori could ever feel a sexual need to have sex with.
When Mori enters, he has to cover his crotch with a cushion that's next to him. He doesn't suspect a thing and sits down opposite him on a larger sofa, big enough for up to four people. It can get cramped if they're all there, but it has the capacity.
"Excuse me, really, where were we?"
"The areas I have to take care of."
"Oh, yes, right."
He takes out a document and asks Chuuya to pick it up so he can leave. He can start tonight or tomorrow. A little shyly, he sighs and moves the cushion away from his crotch, walking over to his boss and holding the paper in his hands.
The moment he started walking again, he tripped over the tip of Mori's shoe and accidentally fell into his lap, using his skill to keep the paper from creasing.
"Ah, excuse me."
Mori chuckled and settled Chuuya on his lap, stroking his back through his clothes. He took the document from his hand.
"If you wanted to sit on my lap, you could have just asked. I'm not going to refuse."
The redhead felt a blush spread across his face and simply adjusted himself, feeling both hands supporting him. He was sitting on top of him, positioned in a way that wasn't directly over his crotch.
"I don't think this is right..."
He chuckled and playfully pinched one of Chuuya's cheeks, finding it adorable how red he was from the slightly intimate contact between them.
"It is just a superior showing affection to his subordinate. What's wrong with that?"
What the subordinate has obscene thoughts about his boss, fantasizing about being fucked on that office desk. Even the idea of being exposed excites him.
He doesn't respond and simply places his arms around Mori's neck. He puts his ear to his chest, able to hear his superior's heartbeat.
"You're a real... Good boy..."
He notices how Mori massages his hair and closes his eyes, hugging him like a little boy. In his mind, he begins to imagine different scenarios, jumping on him without stop, moaning.
Little by little, his member begins to grow an inevitable erection, which Chuuya still doesn't quite understand. He thinks to himself that he should be more confident enough to tell him his doubts.
Mori can feel the erection; he doesn't move his hands from where he's caressing him. He had noticed that Chuuya was looking at him differently and was being more obedient than usual, but he had never imagined a hypothetical scenario where Chuuya was attracted to him.
"Little one, can you tell me what's wrong?" He gently holds a strand of hair between his fingers. "While you look at me with your eyes."
He pulls his face away from the protected place where he felt, lifting it to look Mori straight in the eye. He didn't know how to begin talking about what was happening to his body and mind, since he didn't fully understand how hormones works yet.
"I just..." He was about to lower his gaze, but when he received an order, he raised it again with undeniable brilliance. He took his boss's commands very seriously. "I've watched a lot of videos of... relationships, you know the kind. And I'm just... curious."
Now he understood why Chuuya acted that way. He didn't think it was a bad idea to give him those technological gadgets; on the contrary, they were helping him discover himself and become interested in a human need that he would frequently encounter later on. Or even right now, when his hormones were more turbulent and unpredictable.
"Most of those videos are morbid. They don't describe what the real act of making love is like."
He understands those words; perhaps he's discovering the meaning of sex too late. He thinks about how Dazai has possibly known this for years. He might even have already done it; he seems like that kind of teenager.
"I'd like to..." he murmurs, wanting to bring his knees together, though he can't because of his position. "Experience it. What I have been seeing."
Mori understands what he means and shakes his head, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "I can't. I'm older than you, little one. Much older." You should do that with someone of your own age."
Chuuya glares at him, almost with murderous intent. It's a mixture of confusion, disappointment and anger. Three feelings that might be understandable if you're rejected to have sex. But this is Chuuya; he's stubborn when he sets his mind to something. It seems to be a trait he picked up from Dazai. And Mori doesn't tolerate that.
"But I've seen... I want to jump on top of you." Wow, that was a more direct response than the boss expected. "I want to know how tiring it is and how much pleasure I get. And how much you like it. Besides, if I'm smaller, my hole is less developed, wouldn't that give you more pleasure?"
He tries to blackmail him, but Mori is smarter. He doesn't understand the younger man's obsession with wanting to sleep with his superior, an adult. He's an adult and shouldn't be involved in a sexual situation with minors. He's still a teenager, practically a child.
"Maybe... But it's still not right." He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear. "If you continue, I'm going to have to take you out of here. And you won't even be on my lap again, or by my side."
Why isn't his blackmail working on Chuuya? Now he seems more determined to try and mount Mori. He lets out a sigh, almost of irritation, but Mori doesn't bother to hear it.
He rubs his ass against Mori's legs. He leans forward to be at his crotch and try to feel if his boss has gotten an erection.
He pushes him back, disdainfully, but keeps rubbing and trying to get his attention. Should he stop him or let him continue? That's what's going through the boss's mind. It's a very complicated situation; he could take advantage and put his cock in that hole. Yes, it's sure to be tight, yes, it's sure to be comfortable, yes, he'd surely love it. But he's his subordinate, and an extremely young one at that.
"I told you no."
"But you're enjoying it. I could almost feel something hard."
"Maybe it's my wallet."
"No way!"
He's annoyed because Mori doesn't want to have sex with. Perhaps he's used to many people accepting his ideas and propositions; having sex can be deliberately added to that list if you pay attention.
Since rubbing doesn't seem to be working, he unbuttons his jacket, then takes off his shirt, leaving his entire torso bare.
Mori observes every part of his skin. He shouldn't allow the teenager's provocations; he has to push him away and get him off his lap. It's what any sensible adult would do.
He still doesn't stop him. He lifts himself up slightly just to lower his pants and reveal his underwear, where his very adorable erect member is. It's not very big yet; Chuuya is still growing. It makes you want to touch it because of how tender it is.It's obvious.
The redhead slips his hand under one of Mori's gloves, to pull it out and make him grab the bulge in his underwear. He doesn't touch his private parts yet.
"Don't you like it even a little bit? It's like this because of you... it's asking for it. It's begging you."
He raises his voice, making his boss lose his temper. He's not paralyzed by the fear of being seduced, but because it's a part of him he's tried to hide, not wanting to hurt any minor.
But if the minor is begging, if he goes, if he wants it, it's not wrong in his opinion. He's asking, and he should help him.
"You're a little pervert and manipulator..." The laugh is low. This situation has never happened with Dazai; that kid has always preferred to sleep with the first attractive person he sees in a bar. Preferably women with huge breasts; he always sleeps with adults.
"Is that a yes? Are you going to fuck me?"
He asks with such longing that his heart melts. His eyes are wide open, waiting for an answer, yearning for an affirmation so he can keep touching him, so it stops being a fantasy in his mind and becomes a reality.
"Didn't you want to jump on me first?" The question echoes in his ears. "Because it's unacceptable that I'm not watching you try. Don't you want to?"
He quickly pulls his underwear down completely, his gaze fixed on the movements of his crotch. It's so small, with a rounded tip and just the right amount of flesh; he doesn't suffer from any condition like phimosis. His testicles are still small; he could crush them with his bare hand as if they were simple eggs that are later cooked. He's lucky Mori isn't a cannibal.
Mori doesn't give him any instructions. He wants his subordinate to experiment, to try. Chuuya pulls out Mori's member, the one he so desperately wants, the one he's kept hidden away. It has many veins, and it's dark, but he shaves it and it's quite thick. The tip isn't pink at all, but it's nice to Chuuya.
That sounded a little disgusting in the subordinate's mind.
He moves his hand a little over that rough skin; Mori lets out small sounds from the sensation. He's not doing anything that will give him great pleasure or an orgasm. He's just touching it and testing his curiosity, like a little dog.
His little dog.
Chuuya grips the shoulders and lifts his body, placing the tip between his buttocks. Right then, the boss lets out the first moan. His subordinate's skin is juicy; he wants to thrust into him, but he can't yet.
He tries to go down, but he can't get it in. He blushes deeply, embarrassed, not understanding what he's doing wrong. He looks at his boss doubtfully; that look of wanting to be fucked is so innocent that it excites him. How can a teenager have so many desires, be so manipulative, perverted, and at the same time have such a tender and adorable look?
"Do you need help?"
"It would be nice... I can't do it."
"The videos you watched were probably too rough. They start by inserting the penis. They don't show how to prepare or how to do it correctly. You have to dilate your entrance and fit the penis into that entrance. It has to be wet and lubricated."
"Do you have lubricant?"
What a good question. He must have some in his nightstand, in the bottom drawer, on the right. He points it out to the teenager, and the boy jumps on him. He's so eager to have a penis inside him that his movements aren't subtle.
He watches from a distance as the boy's buttocks bump together when he walks. He wants to grab them, hit them, fill that white skin with red, and leave marks with his teeth. He's a little possessive, to be honest. He'd never felt that fantasy of wanting to trap an employee in his arms and lock him away forever.
He returns with the jar in his hand, but Mori doesn't allow him to sit on his lap this time. He guides Chuuya until he's on all fours in front of him, his ass wide open for Mori to prepare him.
He wants to thrust into him right now. Until he bleeds and cries. Until he screams so loudly everyone hears him and knows his position.
But he doesn't. And that bothers him, controlling himself. Mori always does what he wants; this time, he needs Chuuya to feel pleasure. He wants them both to enjoy this sexual act, another detail that almost never happens in his life.
He raises both legs onto his lap, holding them with his elbows. He applies three fingers of lubricant and squirts a stream at the entrance, feeling it enter. Chuuya moves his hips slightly at the cold sensation.
"It's cold..."
"When you have my gift inside you, you'll only feel heat."
Ge chuckled at the way Chuuya's member seemed to throb, its tip glistening with pre-seminal fluid, slick with desire, and eager to take it in her mouth. He inserted a finger first, to gauge his subordinate's reaction.
It was soft; he wasn't feeling pleasure yet, only letting out a soft moan, and moving it hadn't done much. He made sure to help until the entrance is open, using the second one a little. But it seems Chuuya doesn't like to wait, since he's quite impatient.
"Shouldn't I feel... more?"
He's probably used to those disgusting videos where he's already writhing like a pig at the first finger.
"If that's what you want..."
His lips release their caress on his buttock and insert three fingers, eliciting a pained expression from the redhead. It seems he's no longer enjoying being so impatient; his legs are trembling.
He just has to open it. Until his tunnel is able to safeguard and protect his member like an ancient relic, that's what it is. Important, vital.
Now ready, he gently release him, giving instructions in his lap so he jumps like a bunny, eager to insert that carrot and feed.
He positions himself on top somewhat clumsily, grabs Mori's shoulders again, and with the man's help—who holds his penis and guides it to the entrance—he manages to get the tip in a little, but it hurts.
"N-No..." He pauses, Mori's gaze frightening him. "It's big and..."
"It hurts." Chuuya nods, feeling the hands on his waist. "And you don't want it anymore because it's big."
"N-No, it's not that, but I didn't think it would be so complicated..."
"And after convincing me, after changing my ethics, you're going to leave me here?" The sound is silenced in a second. "Well, I don't think so, my boy."
He's unable to decipher how that nickname stirs so many butterflies in his stomach and, at the same time, the burning sensation he felt in just a second.
They encircle his waist, those gigantic fingers compared to his own, pulling down his body and forcing him to take in a large portion of flesh that doesn't belong to him, flesh he thought had already cooled or expired again.
The shriek is loud enough to shatter glass; it hurts. His eyes blur for a second; he hears his own skin resisting the stretching. Mori comforts him with a gesture of his hand on his back, until he begins to demand.
"Come on, jump."
"N-No..."
"Jump, little one." The hand is now on his head. "Or you don't want to know the consequences of continuing to deny yourself your whims. You can't cook and heat it without eating it."
It's sound logic he's using. With his cheeks clearly wet—he hadn't noticed before how much he'd cried—the movements begin. The slowness frustrates Mori; it doesn't give him pleasure, but he's allowing his little one to get used to it first.
It's so tight, his cock feels embraced. He notices another liquid inside him that isn't the lube or his semen. Chuuya starts moving faster and faster, reaching an average speed.
His moans are a mix with groans. He's having trouble breathing, his chest keeps rising and falling, which makes him want to destroy that body even more. That perverted kid who has managed to awaken that hidden part of him that only his skill could suppress.
"Mmh... Ah..." They're so delicate, like the sounds of baby rabbits. It's comforting to hear them.
He keeps moving himself until something falls on Mori's jacket, making him grunt. Chuuya has come on him, before him. Is this bitch enjoying it more? That's the first thought that comes to his head. Dangerous.
"M-Mori..." Chuuya sees her angry face, he doesn't understand why. Is he doing it wrong? "Is it...?"
I didn't get to finish the sentence. His boss grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him away, slamming him face down onto the sofa. He must have scratched him. He made him lift his buttocks so he could reach the hole.
And he thrust it in. His back arched at the sensation, his muscle fibers trembled, and he felt his insides stretching against his will. He used so much force that all that could be heard were squeals, now sounding like a fawn in danger.
While he continued thrusting with that force, someone interrupted from the room. Chuuya wanted to lift his head to look, but a hand lunged at his hair and pushed him down. He could be left breathless, and he wouldn't care at all.
"What's going on...?" asked a man's voice that they both recognized instantly. An executive.
Mori doesn't stop and even seems to intensify his movements, as if he's excited by the fact that someone is watching how much of a whore his favorite subordinate looks—after letting himself be fucked, he is—and enjoying it.
Because a bulge appears in the man's crotch.
"He asked me to fuck him," Mori replies, as he comes inside him and pulls his hair, forcing him to look the man in the face. "Don't you think he's beautiful while he's being fucked, Ace?"
The man's back straightens as he inspects his face. Saliva drips uncontrollably down his chin, his face flushed with a mix of emotions, mirroring those blue eyes.
"He is," is the only response he receives, accompanied by a mischievous smile. Many thoughts race through Chuuya's mind; he won't speak.
The boss releases him and pulls out his member, covered in blood. The wound isn't his, so he's not worried, though he's fond of Chuuya. He's unfazed by the blood dripping from his hole.
He approaches him and kneels beside him, an unusual gesture for him. He strokes his cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear to admire it.
"We have a guest," he says. "I suppose you've also come to threesomes."
Has he seen videos of threesomes? He's seen two or even three men having sex with a guy or a girl. How they leave marks all over their bodies: bruises, hickeys, bites, and rope bindings.
That would be too extreme and lethal for Chuuya. Now he feels tired, and he becomes agitated when he feels the leather against one of his buttocks. Ace's glove is caressing him, and his body reacts, because his ass lifts.
"You look like a whore," Mori whispers, touching his hair. "Wouldn't you like to sit on the floor, my boy?"