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Daigo usually spent his nights downing alcohol and, occasionally, looking for a quick hookup. For whatever reason, men seemed to flock to him, escorting him from every club to bar as he prowled the night. He didn't mind the attention, or rather he couldn't be bothered to tell them to fuck off anymore. As long as they kept the booze coming, he couldn't care if they just wanted to use him for money and status. 

The only thing he hated was when they shuffled him into some hostess club for the night. Drinking, loud music, and roaring laughter was one thing. Having an unfamiliar woman cling to his arm was another. Sometimes he would hand them a huge stack of bills just to leave him alone. The boys would tease him for a moment, ask if she wasn't his type, but after a steely glare, they would meekly return to showering their own hostesses in gifts. 

At least at a bar, he could approach another man and offer a night at a love hotel, but hostess clubs were for, well, the hostesses. You weren't supposed to go after the other clients. 

However, that didn't stop him one evening from eyeing an attractive man a few tables away. He was in a group of salarymen like any other, likely in finance judging by the suits. While the other two men were much older, drunkenly laughing and hanging all over the hostesses, the younger man only seemed to care for his drink.

Daigo swirled the glass of whiskey in his hand as he watched the man, the melodic clink of the ice resounding in his ears. The man had slicked back black hair, prominent cheekbones, and a resting scowl to challenge Daigo's own. Unlike Daigo, his face was clean-cut. His maroon pin-striped suit was perfectly tailored to his lean form. Everything about him gave off an aura of style and wealth. A hostess club should have been a perfect environment for a man like him, and yet it seemed he had no interest.

Still, Daigo tempered his expectations - if a man was in a hostess club, chances were he actually wanted to be there. Maybe he was just waiting for his favorite girl to arrive. Sure enough, a new hostess arrived at the man's table and latched onto his arm, giggling and pressing her body against him. 

Just as Daigo was about to tear his eyes away and drown himself in his drink, he caught the man reaching into his suit pocket… and pulling out a huge stack of bills. Though he couldn't hear the conversation from far away, the shift in body language between the two was clear - "Take the money and go bother someone else."

Kindred spirits. 

Immediately, Daigo called a waiter over and insisted on paying for the table's check for the night. He bided his time, waiting for the moment when the men were finally ready to leave, and took pride in their surprise when the waiter told them their bill was already taken care of. The men's heads followed the waiter's gesture toward Daigo, who simply raised a drink to them. 

The older men were stunned but quickly accepted the gift, hurrying toward the door. However, the younger man lingered, holding his gaze with Daigo. Maybe it was the liquid courage, alcohol coursing through his veins, but he took his chances with a smirk and a flirty wink. 

The man flinched, and though Daigo knew he had been drinking, he swore he could see a bit of color blooming on his cheeks. 

In an instant, the man bid goodnight to his superiors and strode over to Daigo's table. Adjusting his tie, he introduced himself as Mine Yoshitaka, and asked if he could join him.

Finally, some good company for the night. 

***

Tonight, as they hit up a familiar bar, Mine was dressed a bit more casual. Sure, he still had incredibly expensive designer shoes and a status symbol watch, but he traded his suit for a thin brown blazer with a black turtleneck and slacks. Though Daigo tried not to stare, he couldn't help his eyes from wandering over to Mine's chest, trying to decipher the muscles beneath his thin shirt. 

It had been a few months since their meeting at the hostess club. Ever since then, Mine started tagging along with Daigo's entourage, but he was… different from the rest. Being a wealthy finance salaryman, he didn't seem to want to use Daigo for anything. Instead, he was sincere with his respect and desire for his company. 

He had already worked his way up to being Daigo's right-hand man. If Daigo needed a smoke, a light, a drink, Mine was always the first to offer. On the rare occasion Daigo drank beyond his limits, Mine was the one who took him home and watched over him so he didn't choke on vomit in his sleep, nursing his hangover in the morning. 

Daigo flinched, mortified as he recalled one night when Mine took him home. He had drunk a lot and badly needed to pee. As Mine helped him through the door of his apartment and escorted him to the bathroom, he was struggling to hold it, one hand gripping his trembling crotch. Yet, in his drunken stupor, he had insisted that Mine help him piss standing up. 

It seemed like a fever dream in retrospect: Mine spreading his lips and trying to help Daigo aim for the bowl. Of course, it just ended with Daigo's piss messily splattering against the toilet and the floor, running down his thighs, and dripping all over Mine's hand. But the relief after holding it for so long had him moaning, knees weak.

Daigo woke up the next morning completely mortified. He was so embarrassed he couldn't even pretend he didn't remember what happened. Instead, he tersely apologized and thanked Mine for putting up with his behavior under the influence (and… for cleaning up the mess). 

Mine just said to think nothing of it. After all, he had sworn an oath to Daigo, albeit just verbally. Though he was well aware of Daigo's ties to the yakuza at this point, it wasn't like Daigo had his own family or any responsibilities. He wanted nothing to do with the Tojo clan in its current broken state. 

He really didn't understand what Mine saw in him, why he respected him so much, but he wasn't complaining. 

Somehow, even though Daigo initiated their encounter with flirtation, he hadn't been able to push things any further. He was clearly attracted to Mine, and he was pretty sure it was reciprocated - Mine got so jealous every time someone else tried to sit next to Daigo. But as he put off asking for a hookup and got to know Mine better, a real connection blooming between them, he was afraid to take another step in fear it would shatter everything. 

So he settled for nights like these, just drinking and sharing each other's company while the rest of his groupies chatted inanely. Daigo completely ignored them until something in the conversation caught his attention.

"I'm serious, man!" one of the guys said. "The dominatrix said guys pay her to piss on them! And some of them just want her to watch them hold it 'til they piss themselves!"

As the men laughed, Daigo glared into his whiskey, hoping he could pass the sudden flush on his face as a symptom of the drink. He didn't understand why, but ever since that night when Mine tried to help him pee standing up, he had been… really fixated on holding his piss until he was desperate. 

That was putting it lightly; in truth, he got off on it. It was disgusting. And yet he always came embarrassingly fast after a hold, sitting in a puddle of his own piss, twitching as he jerked off his fat clit. 

It felt dirty. It felt good. But he felt ashamed. 

All Mine had done was comply with his drunken request, and now Daigo couldn't stop fantasizing about holding his piss for him. He shivered as he thought about Mine encouraging him to hold it longer, praising him even when he was leaking in desperation, rogue trickles of urine running down his thighs.

Good boy.

"Dojima-san, are you all right?"

Daigo flinched as Mine's voice brought him back to reality. 

"Y-Yeah, just… tired of this shit already." Mine immediately seemed to understand, glancing at the unruly crowd of imbeciles making way too much noise. Daigo knew that Mine didn't like hanging out with these guys. Hell, he didn't either. Sure, it made him feel powerful to boss them around, but he had no care for them. He never even bothered to learn their names.

At that moment, Daigo came to an epiphany: why was he still hanging out with these losers? He only wanted Mine's company anyway. If the two of them could just spend some time together alone tonight, maybe… he could be brave and finally make his move. 

"Mine-san," he said softly, barely audible above the raucous crowd, "let's get out of here." 

Mine blinked in surprise, but quickly nodded. "Of course, Dojima-san. Where would you like to go?"

Daigo swirled his drink then downed it, sloppily wiping his wet lips afterward. Fresh fire in his veins, he gathered his courage and spoke.

"Well, I've never been to your apartment." 

***

All it took was the sound of Mine's apartment door closing and the liquid courage left him in an instant.

The average person would've been overwhelmed by the expensive decor, but Daigo was accustomed to this kind of luxury. It was the knowledge that he was surrounded by all things "Mine" that had him flustered. He found himself imagining Mine's life within these walls, wondering what Mine cooked for his breakfast, which books were his favorites on the mahogany shelf, what products he reached for in his shower as the gentle rain pattered down his back...

"Dojima-san, is something wrong?" 

Daigo snapped back to reality, realizing he was still standing by the door with his shoes on, his jacket sticking to the sweat on his arms. Daigo chuckled nervously as he stared at the floor beneath his feet. He felt so stupid.

"Sorry, just spaced out." Daigo slipped off his shoes and then reached for his jacket.

"Let me," Mine insisted. Daigo nodded as he raised his arms, allowing Mine to slide the puffy white coat off of him. He even brought it to the entry closet and hung it up like a true gentleman, right alongside his own coat. 

As Mine returned, Daigo got the chance to look at his black turtleneck without the jacket. The fabric thin and snug around his lean, muscular frame, Daigo felt like he could trace his body with his eyes. He followed the curve of Mine's collarbone down to his chest, studying the ripples of his abs. Soon, he found himself lingering on the slight angle of hip bones he could see. 

How badly he wanted to see what was under his clothes.

"Are you sure you're all right?" Mine asked as he walked closer, pressing the back of his hand against Daigo's forehead, likely trying to feel for a fever. "Did you have enough water between drinks?"

Daigo nodded, trying not to moan at the twinge in his bladder. He definitely drank enough. He made sure he did. 

"...What did you want to do, Dojima-san?" Though his voice sounded steady, Daigo could hear something different in his usual tone. It made him shiver. 

Caution be damned. The signs were all there. He just needed to take a chance. 

Hesitantly, Daigo wrapped his arms around Mine's neck and pulled him closer. He stopped just short of kissing him, their hot breath lingering in the space between their lips. 

"...I want you, Mine," Daigo said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. 

He gently pressed his lips against Mine's, scared for a moment that he would be rejected. Instead, Mine groaned and reciprocated immediately. He pressed Daigo against the wall, slipping his tongue into Daigo's mouth. Daigo felt lighter than air as Mine rolled their tongues together, obscenely wet sounds filling the room as spit dripped from their lips. As they kissed, Daigo's beard scratched Mine's clean-shaven face, catching on the stubble that was starting to grow back. A needy moan escaped him as Mine forced his knee between Daigo's thighs, grinding up against his crotch.

"Please, please fuck me," Daigo begged. 

Mine guided them over to his sofa, still kissing as he helped Daigo lie down on the sofa. He seemed to understand there was no way Daigo could make it to the bedroom without losing his mind. Maybe he felt the same.

"Ah!" Daigo cried out as Mine climbed on top of him, straddling his abdomen - right over his full bladder. The night's alcohol was catching up to him, along with the water to pace himself. He held back a moan as his bladder throbbed and put pressure on his pisshole. God, why did holding it feel so good ? 

Mine immediately pulled back in concern. "Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry. Dojima-san, I-" 

"No, it's okay, I just…" Daigo trailed off, flushing with embarrassment. He couldn't say the truth aloud. "...Just haven't done this in a while."

Mine, of course, was entirely understanding. "Don't worry, Dojima-san. I'll take care of you."

Daigo pulled Mine back down for another kiss, savoring the taste of his tongue. He felt hands undo his belt and pull down the zipper of his leather pants. His skin was hot with sweat and the leather stuck to him as Mine helped him shimmy out of them. Though he was muscular, his stomach was a little chubby as his black shirt rode up. Ears red, Daigo shoved down his boxer briefs unceremoniously, hoping Mine didn't notice the string of wetness trailing from his lips. 

At this point in their friendship - if it could still be called that - Mine was well aware that Daigo was a trans man. That didn't mean all of his anxieties were eased, especially as Mine continued to stare at him. Finally, Mine parted his lips and spoke.

"Which…" Mine cleared his throat, clearly trying to maintain his composure. "Where do you want me to…?"

Daigo chuckled at the way Mine trailed off, relieved. He was trying to be respectful, unsure what words Daigo used with his body.

"I don't feel like using my front hole tonight," Daigo said. "Please… fuck my ass." 

Mine breathed in sharply and nodded, getting up for a moment to retrieve some lube from a bedside drawer. He returned, still completely clothed. In contrast, all Daigo had left to cover him was his shirt, and he liked it that way. Having his lower half so exposed made Daigo feel like he was submitting to Mine's power.

"Dojima-san…"

"Please, call me Daigo." 

"...Daigo-san then."

Daigo sighed. It was a start.

As Mine sat on the sofa, Daigo shyly bent over the man's lap, his arms folded as he buried his face in the cushions. Slowly, he raised his ass for him, slightly spreading his legs. Daigo yelped as Mine suddenly spanked his ass, the impact sending shockwaves down to his bladder. He moaned wantonly at the pain, the sting on his skin. Mine apologized and massaged the skin, grabbing and squeezing at Daigo's ass. With both hands, Mine spread Daigo's cheeks, admiring his tight asshole.

He heard the sound of a cap opening. A few moments passed, the familiar squelches of lube coming from behind him. He gasped as he felt a wet finger swirl around his asshole before tentatively pushing inside. Tensing up at first, his breath shuddered as he made himself relax as much as possible. 

As Mine prepped his ass, Daigo spread his thighs further. He could feel slick trailing down them. Groaning, he arched his back as Mine slipped another finger in, slowly stretching him open. It wasn't long before Daigo begged him to add another, his face burning as he moaned wantonly at the stretch. His cock throbbed and he desperately fucked himself on Mine's fingers.

"That good?" Daigo nodded in response, keening as Mine thrust his fingers harder inside him. He threw his head back before burying it in the cushions. Though he tried his best, he could feel the telltale signs of climax coming, his holes twitching. He couldn't last. 

"M-Mine… gonna cum…"

Mine sharply sucked in his breath, teasing, "Already?" He sounded prideful that he could make Daigo feel so good. Daigo nodded furiously and whimpered as he humped Mine's thigh, his cock wet and throbbing. His body jerked, the tension and pleasure in his body suddenly rising, about to go over the edge. He felt pathetic as he realized he wasn't even going to make it to Mine's cock. 

"Feels too good? That's okay. Go ahead and cum." 

Daigo came with a loud cry as he ground his cock against Mine's thigh, squeezing hard around his fingers. Slick gushed from his lips, dribbling all over his thighs and onto the cushions. Moans continued spilling out of him as Mine's fingers fucked him through his orgasm. As the tension faded, he slumped over Mine's lap, struggling to catch his breath.

"You're so cute, Daigo-san…" Mine mused, reverential as he ran his fingers through Daigo's hair. "...Are you satisfied?"

Daigo shook his head, groaning as he rolled his hips back against Mine's fingers. "Not enough..." He whined as Mine pulled his fingers out.

"On your back," Mine said. 

Daigo huffed but complied with the order, rolling over onto his back. Without even having to be told, he spread his legs, showing off his sloppy holes. He hoped they looked enticing, praying Mine would fuck him right then and there, but Mine just observed him with awe.

"So beautiful…" Mine mused.

"Mine, please… I need more."

As Mine began to crawl on top of him, his heart thudded in his chest, wondering if Mine would fuck him like this, But Mine stopped short, resting his head above Daigo's thighs. Daigo regarded him with a confused expression. His questions were quickly answered as Mine lay down and buried his face in Daigo's crotch. 

"Ah! Mine…!" Twitching, Daigo watched as Mine's fingers trailed through his pubic hair, spreading his lips to better reach his cock. It was swollen, glistening with slick and sweat, still sensitive from orgasm. Mine parted his lips and let his warm breath ghost over the skin. Daigo moaned as he visibly throbbed, his clit erect and trembling with arousal. 

"I want to taste you," Mine said, tentatively licking a stripe from Daigo's slit to his cock. Daigo felt his hips buck instinctively, unceremoniously smashing his clit against Mine's mouth. 

"S-Sorry, oh God… Mine, please …"

That seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. Mine took Daigo's clit into his mouth. His lips felt plush around Daigo, the inside of his mouth pleasantly warm and wet. The way Mine sucked at his cock, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head, made Daigo keen. Sometimes, he even pulled away for a moment to run his tongue over Daigo's slit, gathering his wetness on his tongue. Daigo was sure his dribbling slick was getting all over Mine's chin. Maybe it was even dripping down his neck.

Whenever Mine glanced up at him, lidded eyes brimming with lust, Daigo could feel the intensity of his gaze light sparks under his skin. He tried to control his hips, to gently roll them up into Mine's mouth, but he couldn't help it. That tongue, the wet heat that surrounded him, it made his body jerk and writhe as the tension grew.

"Close…" Daigo warned, expecting Mine to pull away and finish him with his hand, maybe even fuck him to completion. However, Mine stayed right where he was. He sucked more vigorously at Daigo's clit, swirled his tongue faster, pressing against the throbbing head. Growing overstimulated, Daigo couldn't decide if he wanted to pull away or fuck against Mine's lips.

But as his orgasm snuck up on him, Daigo instinctively grabbed Mine's head and shoved his face deeper, moaning as his cock throbbed and hole spasmed. It felt incredible, and he desperately rocked his hips up into Mine's lips. He wanted to savor the overstimulation as Mine kept sucking and licking his clit.

But as his bladder suddenly twinged, Daigo, whimpered in a panic. He had to pull back. He couldn't piss in Mine's mouth. 

Clenching his muscles with all his strength, he pushed Mine's face away from his cock. Mine's lips made an audible pop as his connection to Daigo's hips was severed. Daigo shook and trembled as he struggled to hold on, his back arched, urine pressuring his pisshole to open up and let go. After a few torturous moments, tears of effort escaping the corners of his eyes, he felt the pressure lessen and the urge passed. 

Daigo sighed in relief, his lower half collapsing on the sofa beneath him. Somehow, he made it through unscathed.

"Get up," Mine said, his voice low. "I want to see you."

Daigo obeyed, shakily standing up from his sofa. His legs were still weak after his orgasm, lube and slick dribbling down his thighs. Certain he looked like a hot mess, Daigo turned around to face Mine.

Mine was licking his lips, his fingers, trying to chase the tang of Daigo's taste on his skin. Satisfied with his work, Mine pulled off his turtleneck, his chest glistening with sweat. Daigo watched with anticipation as Mine undid his belt, slid his slacks and underwear just below his hips, his hard cock springing up under neatly trimmed pubic hair. A needy whimper escaped him as he watched Mine's cock leak and jump at the attention.

"Come here."

Another order. Submitting to his will, Daigo climbed onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around Mine's neck, pressing their foreheads together as he tried to sit on Mine's cock. With nothing to guide him, Daigo only succeeded in rubbing Mine's shaft against his hole. At one point, he felt it grind against his slit, gathering slick as Daigo moaned.

Groaning, Mine roughly grabbed Daigo's ass with one hand and his own cock with the other, lining the head up with Daigo's hole. Mine gently pressed inside, making Daigo hiss as his hole was stretched open again. 

"Try to relax," Mine said, his voice soothing. Daigo would have loved to relax more if it meant his ass would be filled faster, but he couldn't. His bladder pulsing with pressure, it took so much effort to hold in his piss that he feared he would lose control. Instead, his thighs shook as he slowly, carefully sunk down on Mine's cock. Just a little more and...

Daigo cried out as he took Mine to the hilt. His ass clenched hard around his cock, trying to adjust to the sudden, overwhelming sensation of being filled. Between his bladder and his ass, he had never felt so overstimulated, his muscles spasming wildly-

Daigo's eyes shot open in panic as he felt his bladder suddenly squeeze and a spurt of piss escaped. With all the alcohol he drank, the smell was undeniable. There was no way he could pass it off as squirting.

"Nooo, fuck..." Daigo whined, humiliated, his lower half like a vice grip around Mine's cock as he managed to cut off the stream.  "I'm sorry, I- I didn't mean to…" 

Mine didn't say anything. He seemed transfixed, unable to tear his eyes away from Daigo's dripping pubes. Slowly, his gaze trailed down to his own pants, where some of the piss had soaked into the fabric. Daigo felt Mine's cock jump in his ass and Mine groaned behind clenched teeth. 

Daigo wasn't sure what was happening until he felt the hot sensation of cum flooding his ass, Mine's cock violently twitching inside of him. 

"I-I'm so sorry, Daigo-san," Mine said, his voice hoarse and unsteady as he trembled. "It… It got tight when you… and I couldn't… This is all my fault. I should have realized your discomfort."

Daigo wasn't sure how to respond, hating how Mine berated himself for something he couldn't possibly control. But before Daigo could speak, his bladder clenched hard again. Whimpering, Daigo fought the sudden urge, pressing his hand between his thighs and squirming. He gasped as he felt Mine's cock slip out of him, his asshole leaking cum. 

"H-Here, why don't you get up and, ah… relieve yourself before we continue?" Daigo's ears burned at the way Mine cautiously worded it, as if he was trying to spare him the humiliation. 

Daigo told himself he should just go to the bathroom, chalk up his little leak to a drunken accident, and come back for round two. But he could feel Mine's cock swelling with excitement again beneath him, jumping back up to brush his hole. His body was still sensitive from cumming and with his bladder so full, every sensation spread heightened pleasure through his skin. He wanted to know how much more intense each thrust would feel, how long he could hold on for… how good it would feel to piss himself while Mine fucked his ass. 

"Daigo…?"

Hearing his name like that sent a shiver down his spine. Daigo took in a shuddery breath and steeled himself.

"Do you… remember that time I was really wasted and you took me home and… in the bathroom..." Daigo trailed off in embarrassment. 

When he dared glance in Mine's direction, he caught the blush dusting the other man's cheeks. Clearly, he got what he meant. All Mine did was nod and stare intently.

"Well," Daigo continued, "I… kind of liked that…"

"Liked what?" 

Daigo groaned, his face burning. God, he was really going to make him say it aloud.

"It… felt good holding it… and then letting go while you were touching me." 

"Did you want to do that again?" Mine asked instantly. He actually sounded eager, to Daigo's surprise. 

"I... I want you to fuck my ass while I hold it and… make me lose control."

Mine was completely silent. Daigo waited for him to say something, anything. When he heard nothing, he glanced back to meet Mine's eyes, but the man wasn't looking at him. He seemed to be staring off into some far away astral plane.

"I-If that's okay..." Daigo quickly added in nervousness. "Maybe we could go into the bathroom, or… Fuck, just forget I said-" 

"Here," Mine interrupted.

Daigo blinked. "What?"

"Let's do it right here," Mine insisted. He grabbed Daigo's hands and laced their fingers together. There was a glint of determination in his eyes, an aura of excitement around him. 

"H-Here? But your sofa, your pants-"

"I don't care. Make a mess of it. Whatever you want. Whatever makes you feel good, I'll do it. I'd do anything for you, Daigo." As if to prove it, he brought one of Daigo's hands up to his lips and kissed it. It was such a romantic gesture that Daigo almost forgot they were talking about fucking the piss out of him.

His cock twitched. Almost . 

Mine's hands snuck around to grab Daigo's soft ass, spreading his cheeks. Whimpering, Daigo felt the stretch of his asshole, how sensitive it was as Mine entered him again. Though it was smoother than before, already stretched by his cock, Daigo still had to squeeze tight to stop himself from peeing the moment he hit the hilt. 

Daigo sighed pleasantly as he managed to take all of Mine's cock again. He put all his focus on holding in his piss, sure that his ass must have felt like the tightest heaven right now. Mine tried to bury a moan behind his teeth, undoubtedly still sensitive from his orgasm minutes before. 

After taking a moment to adjust, Mine said, "I'm gonna start moving, okay?" Daigo nodded eagerly, throwing his head back as Mine thrust his hips up. He could feel how tight his asshole was around Mine's cock, how it clung to him. It was like his hole was begging him not to pull out, not even for a second, but God did it feel good when Mine thrust back in.

Daigo's bladder hung heavy in his abdomen, irritated by every movement. As he felt the pressure surge for a moment, he froze and clenched hard around Mine's cock, small whines trickling out from his throat.

"A-Ah, you're so tight, Daigo… You really need to go, huh?" Daigo glared at Mine, his cheeks growing redder. He didn't want to admit it, but the teasing was turning him on even more. "How bad is it?"

Daigo shuddered as Mine bucked his hips, rubbing against his insides and sensitive asshole. "P-Pretty bad," Daigo said, his clit visibly twitching. "I've never been so full. Fuck..."

"Do you feel like you're gonna lose control already?"

Daigo's face burned, well aware he had already leaked once. "I-I don't know. Fuck, it feels so good…"

"You can hold it a bit longer. Be a good boy for me." 

Daigo whimpered at the words, his clit pulsing with arousal, but he nodded in compliance. He was so intensely, pleasantly full. Every thrust put sudden pressure on his bladder, making him gasp and whine with pleasure. It felt so much better than he even imagined, eyes rolling back and squeezing shut, his body twitching and trembling. 

On a particularly good thrust, he keened and felt another spurt of piss escape him, soaking into Mine's pubes and underwear. He squeezed tight around Mine's cock as he slowed it to a trickle, a few errant sprays wetting his skin before he finally got it to stop. 

"F-Fuck…"

"Good boy, you're still holding it," Mine remarked, his voice strained but pleased. "So good for me." 

Daigo's breath hitched as Mine kept fucking him, alternating between gentle and rough. He whined as he felt a twinge in his bladder and more piss escaped him. Though he clenched his muscles hard, he could only stop the trickle for a few seconds at a time, small sprays of urine forcing their way out. Fuck, he was really leaking. 

"Mine, I can't hold it much longer…" he whined, his cock twitching as he admitted to his shame. 

"Hold it for me as long as you can, okay?" 

Daigo whimpered but nodded, even as another warm dribble ran over his lips. He wanted to be good, so good for Mine, but he was losing control fast. Sure enough, another rough thrust made him go limp for a moment, and his body relaxed enough for a steady stream to patter over Mine's abdomen. He strained, struggled to cut it off, but he could only weaken the spurt for a moment before losing control again. 

"Oh god, oh fuck, I can't- I can't stop it-" 

"Daigo?" Mine asked, anticipation heavy in his voice.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm pissing myself…!" Daigo moaned, unsure if it was panic or excitement in his voice, maybe a mix of both. Relief, pleasure, and shame hit him like a truck as his bladder gave in. 

A strangled cry on his lips, Daigo felt the stream turn into a heavy gush, piss hissing loudly past his lips as it ran down his thighs and flooded Mine's lap. The overwhelming scent of piss filled the room. He was amazed by his own reaction, drooling and trembling. He watched the yellow urine pool in Mine's lap, soaking his pants before running off his thighs, into the expensive sofa and rug beneath them. It felt good, so good , but he still felt shame crawl over his skin. He wasn’t supposed to do this, to piss himself on Mine’s sofa while he fucked him, getting his mess all over the two of them. Tears pricked his eyes and his face burned. Mine must have thought he was disgusting. 

But he heard Mine moan, followed by panting as his cock throbbed harder inside Daigo's ass. 

“Good boy, pissing yourself for me.”

Daigo gasped as Mine bucked his hips in an eager thrust, making Daigo's stream splatter against his abs for a moment. Groaning, Mine gripped Daigo's ass hard with one hand, digging his nails into the skin. Daigo yelped as he felt Mine shove his other hand between his legs, hot piss splattering and running over his fingers.

"Look at you, letting out so much…" Mine said in awe, coating his hand in piss and slick as he rubbed against Daigo's slit. "You must feel really good."

Daigo nodded weakly, shivering as the last few spurts forced their way out of him, finally trickling off. An empty ache now took the place of his once-full bladder. He had felt an incredible release, felt exhausted, but his cock still twitched with burning arousal. 

Daigo watched as Mine pulled his hand away, dirty with his piss and slick. He wondered if there was a towel nearby he could wipe it with. Instead, he watched in shock as Mine brought his hand up to his mouth… and licked the mess from his fingers.

"M-Mine! Don't- it's dirty!"

"Nothing about you is dirty," Mine asserted. He moaned around his fingers as his tongue licked them clean. For a moment, Daigo wondered how that tongue would feel on his cock again. The idea of Mine lapping up every drop of piss from his slit was so dirty, but it made him whimper nonetheless. 

He gasped as Mine pulled out with an audible pop, leaving his asshole empty and wanting again. Before he could ask what Mine was doing, Mine's hand shoved his body against the cushions, making Daigo lie down. He was confused, head spinning so fast that he didn't realize Mine's face was between thighs again until Mine licked the piss from his pubes.

"M-Mine!" Daigo's face burned, mortified. He didn't think Mine would actually try it.

"You taste so good…" Mine breathed, inhaling the scent of Daigo's musk, mingled with fresh piss. "Smells good too…"

Daigo covered his face in embarrassment, eyes screwed shut. 

"Daigo, watch me," Mine commanded. With a whine, Daigo spread the fingers covering his eyes and hesitantly opened one, taking in the sight again. It was hard for him to accept how much it turned him on to see Mine lick and suck the piss from his skin. 

Mine's tongue traced the remnant trails of urine that marked Daigo's thighs, reaching down to his ass and licking stripes back up to his slit. He sucked at Daigo's fat lips, lapping at the slick and piss with devotion. Mine made eye contact as he took Daigo's clit back in his mouth. Sucking and swirling his tongue around the head, obscenely wet sounds escaping his lips, he held his gaze. Daigo twitched and moaned, the overstimulation nearing painful but far too pleasant to stop. 

Daigo felt his muscles spasm and, thinking he was about to cum, he gave in to the sensation. To his shock, he didn't orgasm. His face flared as he felt a thin stream of pee escape him… inside Mine's mouth. He felt Mine flinch against him in surprise.

"Oh my god, Mine, I'm so sorry-!"

But even as Daigo tried to force his head away, Mine refused to budge. He dug his nails into Daigo's hips, his eyebrows knit together as he swallowed the spurt of piss. His tongue lapped at Daigo's pisshole, stimulating it, encouraging small sprays of urine to leak out and coat his taste buds. 

Finally, Daigo got the stream to stop and yanked Mine up by his hair. Mine gasped as he was torn away. To Daigo's amazement, Mine was flushed and panting, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The expression on his face could only be described as euphoric.

"...You don't want me to keep going?" Mine asked. "Did you not like it?" Daigo felt lightheaded. Getting head felt so good. Though he was embarrassed to admit it, Mine's eager thirst for his piss turned him on too. But while his clit loved Mine's service, his ass and his front hole were painfully empty. He needed more. 

"No, it- it felt really good, but... I want you in my ass… Mine, fuck me, please fuck me, please…" 

"Of course, Daigo. I'm sorry for being selfish."

Mine didn't waste another moment. In an instant, he directed Daigo to sit back in his lap, his cock sliding in with little resistance thanks to his leftover cum and Daigo's loose muscles. He held Daigo's ass firmly with one hand while he tugged at his clit with the other. Daigo whined and threw his head back, exposing his neck for Mine, who gladly sucked and lapped at the tender skin. Mine snapped his hips up in a sudden thrust, fucking Daigo's ass as he rubbed his clit. 

Overstimulated but in love with the pleasure and pain, Daigo whined as he came again, embarrassingly fast. His cock throbbed as he squirted all over Mine's hand. 

"P-Please, keep touching me, fucking me," he begged. He grabbed Mine's wrist and guided it back to his clit, keening at the intense stimulation of his fingers. At the same time, Mine roughly thrust up into Daigo's ass, bouncing him on his lap. 

"D-Daigo..." Mine panted out his name, sweat trailing down his face as he fucked him. "I… I don't know if I can last much longer." The amount of mental fortitude it must have taken for him to resist cumming again was impressive. He seemed truly dedicated to satisfying Daigo before he let himself indulge in his climax. 

"Close…!" Daigo moaned, his eyes rolling back and drool spilling from his parted lips. Once more, Daigo's muscles spasmed around Mine's cock as he came, his body twitching beyond his control. To his humiliation, Daigo felt himself pissing again, amazed he even had anything left at this point. He whined, his face burning as the acrid smell of his piss returned, reminding him of his shame. Warm urine streamed all over Mine's lap, wetting his slacks again, still soaked from the last time. 

"Look at you, what a mess you made…!" Mine remarked, panting in Daigo's ear. "You must've felt… so… good-!" His hips thrust erratically until he suddenly froze, letting out a strangled moan as he trembled. Daigo whimpered as he felt Mine's cock throb inside him and the sensation of cum filling his ass, shooting out in thick ropes. 

Coming down from their shared high, the two struggled to catch their breath. Mine buried his face in Daigo's neck and pulled him close, allowing his cock to slip out. Daigo whined at the loss. His sloppy asshole gaped, the well-used rim winking as Mine's cum oozed out.

As Daigo's arousal finally seemed to settle down, he felt gross. He was covered in sweat, piss, and cum and it just made him want to clean up and pass out. But Mine refused to let go of him, burying his face in the crook of Daigo's neck.

"Daigo… did you feel good?" Mine asked in a small voice. 

"Mine... I came like a hundred times."

"Four times." 

"Of course you would count." 

"How could I not?" Mine asked, finally pulling back so he could meet Daigo's eyes. "You looked so beautiful. I could have watched you forever." 

Flustered, Daigo ducked his head. "You don't mean that." 

"I do!" Mine insisted, his passionate outburst startling Daigo. "You may not see it, but people are drawn to you for a reason."

Mine was right. He didn't see it. "I'm just a washed up yakuza punk."

"You’re a natural leader, Daigo," Mine said, a shine in his eyes. "You make real connections with all kinds of people, even when no one else has ever tried to understand them. If you were to run the Tojo clan, I am certain you could unite all kinds of men together under a common cause.”

Mine took Daigo’s hand and kissed it. “The moment I met you, I knew that if you let me, I would follow you for the rest of my life." 

Daigo wasn't sure how to respond, his cheeks burning. He was genuinely touched but also embarrassed to hear Mine say such things about him.

"...Thank you, Mine," he finally managed to say, grateful for his companionship. If someone as amazing as Mine saw that much in him… maybe he could become that man one day. Yet, he was certain he couldn't do it alone.

"Mine," Daigo said softly, meeting his gaze with the same intensity. "If I could, I'd like to ask one thing of you."

Mine nodded fervently. "Anything." 

Daigo pulled him back in for another kiss, their breath lingering on each other when they dared to part.

"Whatever happens to me... please stay by my side." He felt Mine smirk against his lips. 

“As you wish.”