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It took all of his self-restraint to not press the dangerously sharp blade into the delicate skin of his former bodyguard’s neck, slicing effortlessly into that jugular...no, the aorta. The doctor felt himself licking the inside of his teeth as he thought about the arterial spray that would come after....
“You’re musing to yourself again, Sensei.”
Wine red eyes flicked up to meet steel blue, the former widening slightly as he felt the tip of that damned katana pressing up under his chin. It only prompted a sick, devilish smirk from Mori.
“I let myself get distracted. Oops.” He narrowed his eyes, allowing his smirk to grow wider, though there was a soft tint to his cheeks now. “I wonder how far you would go if I was completely distracted...”
“I’m not like you.”
“You wouldn’t try to get the better of me? The upper hand? I’m disappointed, Fukuzawa.”
A scoff only added to the tension between them. But it was the soft falter of Mori’s hold—damn his age—was the catalyst for Fukuzawa to grab that scalpel and throw it to the side, the metal clattering on the floor. He shoved the boss up against the wall, his katana remaining pressed just enough up against Mori’s lower jaw.
“Is that all you’ve got, old man?”
Fukuzawa growled softly before leaning in, eyes boring into Mori’s own before their lips collided. The hold and pressure was firm before the younger of the two finally relaxed beneath the Silver Wolf’s hold.
The kiss was hard, sensual, possessive, and it was making the feared Boss of the Port Mafia melt underneath him. A soft mewl came from the dark haired male as Fukuzawa pulled away.
“You always engage the best foreplay...Yukichi-dono.”