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“Would you like to join us for karaoke tonight, Akiyama-san?”
It was a simple enough request, one that Akiyama was all too eager to accept. He’d been coveting an invitation from Kiryu to join him for karaoke for a while, never feeling bold enough to assume that his presence had been wanted enough to simply invite himself. He would never admit this openly, and he would never admit to how jealous he’d been that he’d never been invited to tag along.
He’d assured Kiryu he would be delighted and he’d rushed home to make himself presentable; it had been a long day for him, chasing down payments and he desperately needed a shower. His clothes clung to his body, sticky with sweat and things he didn’t like to think about from the streets of Kamurocho. He’d been knocked down into at least one puddle in the past seven hours and while he’d cleaned himself off at the office, he was still vaguely worried about the contents of random puddles in Kamurocho. If he was going to die of some preventable infection, he’d damn well rather catch the infection doing something fun.
Kiryu had chosen one of the larger karaoke bars in the city, thankfully, Akiyama could show up fashionably late and cause less of a ruckus than if it was a smaller joint. And, he knew the staff from his visits on his own time. It was shaping up to be a good night. When he arrived, he saw Kiryu sitting with a few other colleagues already. He recognized Date, leaning forward in a slouch at the end of the booth, but Akiyama didn’t recognize the other two men sitting at the booth. They’d taken over a corner table and there were half empty glasses of beer on the table in front of them. Kiryu noticed him first and he offered a small wave. Akiyama grinned widely and held up a finger, he’d be right there.
First, however, he sidled up to the bar.
“Oh, Akiyama-san, it’s good to see you,” the bartender said. “What can I get for you?”
“I’m with those guys,” Akiyama said, nodding toward Kiryu’s table. “So, a round of beer and a bottle of my usual for the table.”
“Shall I send a hostess or two, as well?”
“Sure, this isn’t business, for one, and those guys look like they could use a good night,” Akiyama crooned with a smirk, eyeing Date and realizing the guy probably hadn’t slept for a few days. “And put their first round on my tab, too.” He might as well make an excellent impression if he wanted to get invited out again. Maybe he’d find himself invited to something with fewer people around next time.
Kiryu looked him over when he crossed the room to join the table. “I thought you might not actually join us,” he commented.
“And miss out on you relaxing for once?” Akiyama teased. “I could never.” He flashed Date a grin. “Date-san, lovely to see you.”
Date grunted and leaned back in his seat. He didn’t seem to be enjoying himself as much as he could have been, and Akiyama wondered why Kiryu invited him to karaoke. Date seemed like a very serious guy, to Akiyama, and karaoke was the last place he’d expect him to enjoy himself.
The other two men at the table were immaculately dressed and Akiyama felt momentarily out of place. He bowed quickly before taking his seat. “Akiyama Shun, nice to meet you.”
“Oh, you haven’t met?” Kiryu asked. “This is Kazuki-san and Yuya-san.”
“Ah, you’re the Akiyama that Kiryu keeps talking about,” the slimmer of the two men said. He flashed him a smile. “Kazuki, by the way.”
Akiyama looked him over, appraisingly. He seemed familiar, but Akiyama couldn’t figure out why. “Kazuki-san, charmed,” he managed instead. “Any friend of Kiryu’s is a friend of mine, I hope.”
Date groaned and rolled his eyes before returning to the conversation that he and Kazuki had been having before.
Akiyama leaned closer to Kiryu. “Is this meant to be a business meeting?”
Kiryu blinked, not having considered the idea and shook his head. “No? I thought it was obvious?”
“I didn’t know you and Date-san went to social gatherings together, is all.”
“Oh,” Kiryu mumbled. “Yeah, sometimes, is that okay?”
“Of course! Why wouldn’t it be?” Akiyama asked, sincerely. “You invited me, remember? How do you know these other two though? I feel like I’ve seen them before, but I don’t know where.”
“Kazuki and Yuya run Stardust, the host club.”
Akiyama arched an eyebrow, a little smirk playing on his face as he peered past Kiryu to check the hosts out again. “And this isn’t a business meeting, hmm?”
Kiryu frowned to himself and didn’t say anything. He hadn’t considered that Date’s presence would make things feel like a business meeting. And the insinuation of why Kazuki and Yuya’s presence there meant that this wasn’t a business meeting was lost on Kiryu. Two hostesses arrived, carrying drinks and setting them down in front of the men gathered, pulling Kiryu out of his introspective consideration.
“We didn’t order this,” Kiryu pointed out apologetically.
“No, no, I did,” Akiyama interrupted with a wave of his hand. “Ladies, welcome, make yourselves comfortable. Order a drink, if you like, too.” He waved his hand at Date. “This is Date-san, you should treat him nice tonight.”
The hostesses giggled, making themselves comfortable between Date and Kazuki, who seemed utterly charmed to be on the other end of the host life. He shot Akiyama a glance and winked and Akiyama grinned back.
“You didn’t need to…” Kiryu said quietly.
“I know I didn’t need to, but I wanted to,” Akiyama interrupted with a smile. “You need to relax, Kiryu-san.” He took the bottle of whiskey and poured Kiryu a glass, holding up the bottle to offer it to the others, who politely declined for the moment, and he poured himself a glass. “Have some fun. Let me treat you.”
Kiryu sighed and accepted the whiskey. If Akiyama was buying, it would be rude to decline such a polite and expensive gift. Kiryu knew he wouldn’t be dissuaded, either. Akiyama was a wild card in Kiryu’s life. He was loyal and dependable, and a little lazier than Kiryu would normally prefer in a companion, but when he set his mind to something, he was unstoppable.
“Thank you,” Kiryu said after a long moment.
Akiyama leaned back, draping his arm across the back of the booth as he did, listening to the conversation Date was having with Kazuki. It sounded like they were talking business, and ignoring the hostesses. He tuned it out as the first person in the bar feeling bold enough to start karaoke took the microphone.
“Do you want to sing?” Kiryu’s voice was husky and low in his ear, the tinge of whiskey and another round of beer colouring his words. They had ordered another round, and drinks for the hostesses, and even Date seemed to have relaxed now that the liquor was flowing and Akiyama insisted he would cover their tab for the night.
None of their group had gotten up to sing yet.
Akiyama eyed the bustling karaoke bar. It had filled up somewhere between rounds of drinks while he’d been mesmerized listening to Kiryu talk about Morning Glory and Haruka. There was something especially endearing about the way he spoke about the kids he’d practically adopted. Especially Haruka.
“Since no one else has been bold enough,” Akiyama suggested, “would it be better if we took the party to one of the private rooms? Date seems shy.”
“Is it just Date being shy you’re concerned about?” Kiryu asked, a smirk on his face.
“Mmm, I have never been shy about karaoke,” Akiyama assured him. “But if the rumours I’ve heard about your singing voice are true, it might mean that I won’t have the pleasure of your company for much longer if we don’t.”
“What rumours?” Kiryu asked, scandalized.
“Oh, just that your voice is smoother than this whiskey,” Akiyama said. “You know,” he leaned in conspiratorially close and dropped his voice to a raspy not-quite-whisper, “panty dropping.”
Kiryu coughed, choking on his drink at Akiyama’s words. “I… that… huh…”
Akiyama grinned. “Private room then?” He leaned forward to ask the others. “Shall we move this to a private room for some karaoke? I’m afraid we might not get a chance with how busy the place is.”
The hostesses agreed, one grabbing Date’s arm and insisting he agree too. Akiyama got up with a laugh, revelling in how red Kiryu’s face had gotten and crossed the bar to ask for a private room. He waited for the rest of his group to join him, the hostesses carrying the whiskey and ice bucket, and clinging to Date and Kazuki’s arms while they made their way to the private room. Akiyama thanked the bartender and settled up their current tab, telling him to keep it open and he’d settle up again before they left, before joining the group in their room.
Kazuki and the hostess he’d been flirting with all night were already on a duet as Akiyama settled himself next to Kiryu, reaching for the bottle of whiskey to pour himself another measure.
“Do you know what you’ll sing?” Kiryu asked.
“Hmm,” Akiyama replied as he sipped his drink. “Probably Baka Mitai, if you don’t beat me to it.”
Kiryu nodded. “I do like that one, but you should sing it.” He looked over the song list and plugged in the numbers to select a song for himself before adding Baka Mitai to the queue for Akiyama.
Kiryu got up to sing and Akiyama leaned back against the booth, watching him intently and sipping his whiskey. He’d only heard the song Kiryu picked sung by drunken college kids who couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket, but the way Kiryu sang made Akiyama immediately adore the song. He felt suddenly incredibly warm as he watched Kiryu get into his performance, and he couldn’t help but smile at the passion with which Kiryu performed. Kiryu shot him a glance and Akiyama felt his cheeks heat with the blush that threatened to colour his face. He was too embarrassed by the way his heart sped up and enthralled by the way Kiryu seemed to finally relax and enjoy himself to join in the interjections. He didn’t need to embarrass himself any more than he had.
Kiryu waited for a moment to see his score before he crossed back to his spot to hand Akiyama the mic.
Akiyama grinned and leaned in close as he traded places with Kiryu to whisper, “Yeah, panty dropping was an understatement.”
Kiryu made a little growling noise, somewhere between disbelief and discomfort, as Akiyama took his place by the machine to serenade the rest of the group. He wasn’t nervous, but the way Kiryu was staring at him as the music started sent a shiver up his spine that he hadn’t expected.
Akiyama closed his eyes to keep from staring at Kiryu as the music started, it was easier to get into it that way. “Baka mitai kodomo na no ne…”
It was easy enough to forget that he was there for a moment, performing for a captive audience and lost in the song. No one had started any interjections and it was almost strange, but he crooned on, pouring his heart into the lyrics, putting on a good show specifically for Kiryu. He didn’t care to impress anyone else. Akiyama opened his eyes at the bridge when he felt a tingle creep over his skin. He knew they were watching him, but this was more than just the feeling of having an audience. This was more intense. Casually, he stole a glance at Kiryu.
“Dame da ne…”
Kiryu was leaning forward in his seat, his eyes wide and his mouth gently agape. The flash of white behind his parted lips and the touch of his tongue against his teeth, like he wanted to wet his lips but was controlling himself and Akiyama almost forgot what he was doing. He could feel the heat of Kiryu’s eyes on him, trailing over his body and resting on his lips as he sang. He had to close his eyes or else he would choke and his pride was on the line here.
It was too much, Akiyama couldn’t wait to see his score, he set the mic down, mumbling a raspy “excuse me” and he slipped from the room to get himself a drink. It was too stuffy, too warm in the room, and he was suffocating under the intense stare that he’d wanted to see so badly. He ordered a shot of cheap whiskey and a glass of water, downing the shot and pressing the cool glass of water against his forehead before sipping at it to cool his parched throat.
He’d never felt so intimidated in his life. He’d never seen someone look so absolutely starving the way Kiryu had been staring at him. It was more than eyefucking, it was utter consumption. He felt like Kiryu had stripped him bare and devoured him in those moments when he was singing.
And he wanted more of it.
Kiryu sidled up beside him as he sipped the ice water and nearly made him choke as he approached. “Did something happen?”
Akiyama shook his head. “No, just uh… jitters.”
Kiryu smirked, not believing it. “I think your performance might have dropped a few panties in there,” he teased.
Akiyama arched an eyebrow, questioningly. “Oh really?” He huffed a laugh and took another sip of his water, trying to calm the nerves he was feeling being suddenly too close to Kiryu.
“You seem upset,” Kiryu continued, moving a little closer. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
“I’m fine,” Akiyama assured him. “A little too much alcohol, I think. A little case of stage fright, you are very intimidating, you know.”
“Ah, I understand,” Kiryu said with a nod. “I hope that’s the only kind of performance anxiety you get tonight.” He flashed Akiyama a grin before heading back to the group in the private room and leaving Akiyama at the bar sputtering and pressing the glass against his face to soothe the burning flush threatening to consume him.
--
They said goodbye to the others and Kiryu and Akiyama walked off in the opposite direction. The night air was cool, and it felt good against Akiyama’s overly warm skin, still flushed from the alcohol and the exhilaration of publicly singing.
“Do you want to get something to eat or something?” Akiyama asked after a long moment of silent walking. “Night’s young, I haven’t got anything else planned and I don’t need to be up early tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I don’t need to be anywhere,” Kiryu agreed. “Did you have something in mind?”
Akiyama shook his head. He wasn’t really hungry, but he didn’t want to end the night yet, especially since he had Kiryu all to himself now. He’d been flirting with the guy for weeks, but he’d never reciprocated until now, and Akiyama wondered if he’d been too subtle or if Kiryu was just more inclined to flirt back after a few drinks. Eating food was the last thing Akiyama wanted to do, but he couldn’t figure out a way to convince Kiryu to come back with him without asking directly. And that wasn’t his style, even though maybe that was the only way Kiryu would get the hint.
“Hey, Akiyama-san, come here.”
Akiyama looked up from his introspection just in time to see Kiryu duck into a narrow alley. He peered around the street, confused. He wasn’t particularly familiar with all the nooks and crannies of this particular neighbourhood, so he didn’t know what Kiryu had in mind, or if there was some local treasure of a late-night noodle house tucked away in one of the many back alleys in Kamurocho. With a sigh he followed, still trying to come up with a way to ask Kiryu to go back to his place for drinks. The alley was much darker than Akiyama had expected, and it was thankfully puddle-free; he didn’t want to have to clean this pair of slacks if he didn’t have to. He placed a hand against the brick wall to help guide himself through the narrow, dark space.
“Kiryu, come on,” Akiyama mumbled. “This had better be good.”
There was just enough light to see, but not so much that anyone would notice them unless they walked into the alley, too. It was too narrow for a dumpster and it was surprisingly free of trash, odd for an alley in this city, but Akiyama was thankful for it, less of a chance that he’d slip and hurt himself. Kiryu leaned against the wall, watching him, bathed in just enough light from a partially obscured street light to make out his face. He was grinning, his eyes narrowed as he raked his gaze over Akiyama’s body, not unlike the way he had looked while he’d been singing. Akiyama felt his face flush hot again, his stomach twisting in nervousness in response to the hungry look on Kiryu’s face. Kiryu was dangerous beneath the calm and quiet exterior, and Akiyama wasn’t sure he could win in a fight.
“Is this where you murder me?” Akiyama joked nervously.
Kiryu shook his head. “No, not murder,” he purred. “But I was hoping that I could see what other sounds that voice of yours could make.” He leaned over Akiyama, pressing his hand against the wall behind him as he leaned forward to kiss him.
Akiyama nearly collapsed with the pressure against his mouth, melting at his touch. Not the most romantic of places to finally give in to the flirting of the past few weeks, but Akiyama wasn’t the most romantic guy in the world, either. Kiryu moved closer, pushing Akiyama against the wall, their chests touching for the briefest of moments before Kiryu moved slightly back. Akiyama parted his lips and Kiryu slipped his tongue between them, almost shyly, as his free hand moved tentatively against his chest, slipping down over his shirt to rest at his waist. Akiyama sighed gently as Kiryu pulled his lips away, the lingering spice of the whiskey dancing on Akiyama’s tongue.
“Did you have something in mind?” Akiyama asked as the world righted itself around the intoxicating warmth of Kiryu standing so close to him. Kiryu’s fingers moved from his waist to the latch of his belt, the hand against the wall trailing down as he clumsily unlatched the clasp and unzipped Akiyama’s slacks.
A moment of panic sped up Akiyama’s breath and he put his hand against Kiryu’s. “Here?”
Kiryu smirked. “Why not?” He asked. “No one’s around.”
“You do this often?” Akiyama asked, scandalized that the tight-laced Dragon of Dojima might have a hidden dark and exhibitionist side to him. Akiyama wasn’t in the mood to get arrested for public indecency; even if it meant that he was with Kiryu for the night. He couldn’t imagine explaining it to Date, either.
“Is it too much?” Kiryu asked, voice barely above a whisper in Akiyama’s ear. “I thought…”
“Oh, god, no, I…”
Kiryu chuckled and the reverberation rumbled in Akiyama’s chest, sending a shiver down his body and into his gut. He was so turned on. “Is it more performance anxiety, Akiyama-san?”
Akiyama felt his cheeks burning. Now he was mocking him, the goddamn Dragon of Dojima was mocking him.
Kiryu leaned forward again to catch Akiyama’s frowning lips in a kiss. “Am I wrong?”
Akiyama shook his head. “No, go on.”
Kiryu finished undoing Akiyama’s pants, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric to find skin. Akiyama was already hard, and Kiryu’s warm touch threatened to buckle his knees. Kiryu pushed aside the fabric, exposing Akiyama to the cool air and making him shiver. Kiryu moved in a little closer, shielding him from the cold. Akiyama breathed a little sigh as Kiryu gently ran his thumb over the head of his cock, gently swirling the precum dripping across him, smoothing back his foreskin as he slicked him up with his own fluid. He ran his palm across Akiyama’s length, tracing fingers against the veins, admiring and exploring him slowly as he worked the wetness of his pre across his shaft. Akiyama could feel the bulge of Kiryu’s erection against his leg as he leaned forward to trace kisses against his jaw, nipping at his earlobe as he stroked him.
“You,” Akiyama breathed, reaching down to unfasten Kiryu’s pants. Kiryu smirked and didn’t stop him as he fumbled, hands shaking with the building anticipation and little jolts of pleasure that Kiryu’s gentle stroking brought out. His breath caught in his chest as he reached for Kiryu’s erection. Bigger than he’d expected, but befitting a man of his status.
“Let me,” Kiryu said quietly.
Kiryu moved Akiyama’s hands out of the way, positioning one to drape over his shoulder, the other against his hip and he moved a little closer, a gentle thrust to obtain a teasing friction and Akiyama shuddered as his cock slid against Kiryu’s. Kiryu leaned his forehead against Akiyama’s, stopping the handjob for a moment as he mimicked his original motions against his own cock, slicking himself up in his palm before gripping Akiyama’s dick, pressing it hard against his own. He thrust his hips again, sliding his hand across them both as he did and Akiyama buckled with the jolt of pleasure he’d not been expecting.
“Ah, shit,” he breathed, a groan following quickly as Kiryu did it a second time.
Kiryu moved his hand a little faster, paying careful attention to Akiyama’s throbbing cock, running his fingers against the ridge with every other pass and making him groan. Akiyama bucked his hips, thrusting against Kiryu, desperate for the friction against him. He wanted to hear him moan the way Kiryu demanded he make noise. Kiryu caught his lips in a kiss again, slipping his tongue between Akiyama’s lips, exploring his mouth as carefully as he’d explored his cock as he picked up the pace of his strokes. He thrust into Akiyama, earning another groan into his mouth. He broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he felt himself reaching his climax.
“Kiryu I’m…”
Akiyama shuddered and leaned back heavily against the wall as Kiryu smoothed out his strokes, pumping Akiyama’s cock as he spilled across his hand, shuddering beneath his touch. Kiryu wasn’t far behind, his own spend spilling across them both, dripping to the concrete at their feet.
Akiyama tilted his head back, staring into space as he caught his breath. “Hey, Kiryu-san?”
“Hmm?” Kiryu asked, producing a package of pocket tissues he’d acquired in one of his strolls to clean himself off.
“What do you say we go back to my place for a drink or something?”
“Yeah, that sounds good,” Kiryu agreed, taking a moment to clean Akiyama before tucking him back into his clothes. “Lead the way.”
--
“I thought you meant your office,” Kiryu mused as Akiyama let him into his apartment. The space was nice, clean and almost sterile, like he didn’t spend much time there. It was opulently furnished, a status symbol, obviously, and a flaunt of his wealth, but it lacked the lived-in charm of the Sky Finance offices. It was too clean for what Kiryu associated with Akiyama.
“Oh,” Akiyama said, frowning and shifting his weight nervously. “I mean, we could go there if you’d rather?”
“No, I like this,” Kiryu promised. “It’s nice. And it’s private. I think I’ve had enough of being in public for the day.”
“Do you want a drink?” Akiyama asked.
“Maybe,” Kiryu mumbled. “Washroom?”
Akiyama pointed to the hallway across the open living room. “First door on the right.”
Kiryu gave him the same hungry smirk he’d given him in the alley. “Thanks,” he said before making his way to the washroom.
Akiyama gulped. He didn’t know what Kiryu was planning but it certainly felt like the alley wasn’t going to be the end of their night. Akiyama washed his hands in the kitchen sink and cursed himself for only having one bathroom. The hungry, horny smirk on Kiryu’s face made him frantic again. He splashed a little water on his face to keep himself from getting too worked up and patted himself dry with the hand towel hanging next to the sink before pulling a couple of beers from the fridge and taking them, unopened, into the living room. He’d barely set them on the coffee table before Kiryu returned from the washroom, practically sneaking up on him again.
“You have a really nice place, Akiyama-san.”
Akiyama shivered at the tone of voice Kiryu used, low and soft and gently raspy. Panty dropping, Akiyama thought. Goddammit.
“Thank you,” Akiyama managed to choke. “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll… be right back.” He didn’t wait to hear what Kiryu would say before he slipped into the bathroom himself to clean up. He was sticky from their encounter in the alley and the way Kiryu was slinking around, he knew they weren’t done. Akiyama shivered at the thought. If Kiryu fucked anything like the way he fought, Akiyama wasn’t sure that he’d be able to keep up.
Kiryu was leaning against the wall in the hallway when Akiyama emerged from the washroom, clean and feeling better about having brought Kiryu home with him. “Everything okay, Kiryu-san?”
“Sure,” Kiryu agreed. “Did you still want food?”
Akiyama blinked, confused for a moment until he remembered that he’d invited Kiryu to eat before they’d gotten sloppy in the alley. “No, I’m not hungry, are you?”
“Not for food.”
Oh god.
“Bedroom is there,” Akiyama said matter-of-factly, looking Kiryu over. “If the alley wasn’t enough for your appetite.”
Kiryu smirked, his eyes wrinkling at the corners as he waved his hand, a wordless invitation to lead the way. Akiyama did, throwing open the door to the bedroom and flicking on the lights. The room was as finely furnished as the living room, with a large, low bed in the middle, shelves with books and expensive knick knacks, and a comfy, overstuffed armchair next to the shelves filled the corner, and a matching dresser completed the decor. The room smelled clean, like fresh laundry and Akiyama was thankful he’d had the presence of mind to clean up the last time he’d had anyone over.
“Make yourself comfortable, Kiryu-san,” he mumbled. Akiyama shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it on the chair and running a hand through his hair. He could feel Kiryu’s eyes grazing over his body, watching him even though his back was turned. The hiss of fabric against fabric and the jingle of a belt being unlatched behind him and Akiyama finally turned to look at Kiryu. He’d taken off his jacket, draped it over his arm, and undone his belt. His shirt hung loosely, unbuttoned and untucked, barely revealing his stomach. Akiyama’s throat felt suddenly dry as he swallowed a gulp of air with the softest click. Kiryu moved to close the space between them, gripping the other man’s shirt and pulling Akiyama close. His fingers moved deftly, like he’d done this a hundred times before, unbuttoning Akiyama’s shirt and sliding it down his shoulders, pinning his arms against his body with the fabric. Kiryu leaned forward, pulling Akiyama closer to him until their chests met again, bare skin sticking to each other as he kissed him. Akiyama heard himself whimper into the kiss, already throbbing and hard in his slacks at such a simple gesture. It would be so easy to let Kiryu overpower him and completely destroy him.
And yet.
“Will you be louder for me this time, Akiyama-san?” Kiryu asked.
Akiyama nodded, making Kiryu smirk at the wordless promise to be louder. He pushed Akiyama backward, carefully, still holding him steady by the shirt as he led him to the bed. He let Akiyama lower himself to the bed, letting his shirt slip gently through his fingers as he sat. Kiryu shrugged off his own shirt, dropping it and his jacket at the foot of the bed before sinking to his knees on the floor. He gripped Akiyama’s waist, pulling him close and lifting him gently so he could slide his slacks off of his body for the second time that night. Akiyama moved carefully, lifting his hips to help give Kiryu access as he undressed him, before slipping his arms out of his shirt and tossing it aside.
Kiryu barely waited until Akiyama was undressed before running his tongue along his shaft. There was no foreplay anymore, he was hungry and demanding as he took Akiyama into his mouth, pulling back to slip his tongue across the tip of his cock, delicately tasting the precum he’d so unceremoniously slathered across his own erection in the alley barely an hour before. Akiyama was almost sweet to taste; the combination of high sugar in the whiskey he preferred, the near-constant indulgence in desserts when he went out for dinner with Hana (because who would dare deny that woman anything she asked for) and fruit at the clubs he so often frequented, offset the bitter salt Kiryu had expected. He hummed his approval, making Akiyama shiver and moan above him as the vibrations rippled across him.
Akiyama leaned back on his hands, watching Kiryu through half-lidded eyes, sighing every time he dragged his lips across the ridge of his cock. He ran one hand through Kiryu’s hair, tilting his head as he watched him. “Kiryu-san,” he breathed. “Ah, how are you so good at that?”
Kiryu pressed himself a little further against Akiyama, taking him as deep as he could without gagging; it had been a while, Kiryu was out of practice. He moved slowly, teasing him, enjoying every little hum of delight that Akiyama made as he lapped at the dripping precum splashing against his tongue.
“Mm, more,” Akiyama begged, breathlessly, thrusting his hips up just a little, begging for more friction. “Please, Kiryu.”
Kiryu pulled away from his cock instead, with one final swirl of his tongue against the tip of him. “Hm,” he considered. “More what?”
“More… you,” Akiyama managed after a moment. He leaned forward to catch Kiryu’s mouth with his own. Grabbing his face between his fingers, Akiyama slipped his tongue between his lips. “I changed my mind,” he purred, his lips barely leaving Kiryu’s. “I am hungry, after all.”
Kiryu’s mouth quirked up on one side and he stood, finishing undressing himself and letting his pants slide to the ground. Akiyama leaned forward, running his hands up Kiryu’s legs, grabbing his ass and pulling him forward. He flicked his tongue across the tip of Kiryu’s cock, teasing, as he ran his hand against his length. He swirled his thumb across the head of Kiryu’s cock, following it with the laving of his tongue in the same motion. This wasn’t the appetite that Akiyama wanted to fill, but he wasn’t sure that Kiryu would agree.
As if he read his mind, Kiryu moved back, away from Akiyama’s mouth and knelt over him on the bed. “This isn’t what you want, is it?”
“Not exactly,” Akiyama admitted.
“So tell me,” Kiryu demanded. “I want to see what that voice of yours can do.”
Akiyama smirked and moved away, scooting back on the bed and patting the mattress beside him. “Come here,” he demanded. “On your knees, Kiryu-san.”
Kiryu moved slowly, a defiant tease, watching Akiyama as he stroked his own cock lazily, evidently still aroused and hungry for him.
“Mmm,” Akiyama mumbled. “Yeah, you look good there.” He moved to rearrange the pillows so that Kiryu could make himself more comfortable, pelvis propped up at an angle with the pillows beneath him. “How many times do I need to tell you to make yourself comfortable?”
Kiryu leaned over to kiss him again before quietly, carefully following his instructions. Akiyama attentively repositioned the pillows beneath him, making sure he wasn’t obscuring his access to reach around and grab his cock as he did. Akiyama ran his hand gently over Kiryu’s back, tracing his fingers down across the tail of the dragon on Kiryu’s ass.
“You comfortable there, Kiryu-san?” Akiyama crooned.
“Yeah,” Kiryu agreed, watching him over his shoulder as Akiyama moved to position himself on his knees behind him. Akiyama leaned heavily over Kiryu, pressing himself against his back as he reached into the bedside dresser drawer, retrieving lube and a condom. “You’re so polite,” he teased.
“Would you prefer I not be?” Akiyama asked, dropping his voice to a low, almost-growl.
“No, I like it, it’s a nice change,” Kiryu mumbled into the crook of his arm.
Akiyama smirked and flicked open the bottle of lube, spilling some onto his fingers and rubbing them together to warm it up. “Gotta treat my partners right,” he replied, carefully running his lubed up digits between Kiryu’s ass cheeks. “I prefer repeat customers.”
Kiryu laughed, still watching Akiyama as he ran his fingers against him, circling his rim and gently prodding. It had been a while since Kiryu had let anyone get this intimate and he bit back a moan as Akiyama slid a finger gently into him.
Akiyama ran his free hand across Kiryu's ass, up his hip to the small of his back as he pumped his finger carefully, slowly, in and out. “Yeah, that’s good,” he said. “Just relax.”
Kiryu closed his eyes, burying his face in the crook of his arm as he let Akiyama stretch him. It felt better than he’d expected to be treated so gently, slow and careful. He’d been expecting more of a frantic session, sloppy and desperate and inexpert, rather than this adoring, longing exploration of each other’s bodies. He groaned again, a deep rumble in his chest as Akiyama slid a second finger in. Akiyama ran his hand against Kiryu’s hips, petting him gently, running his palm up his spine as he curled his fingers, brushing Kiryu in just the perfect way to make him shudder. Akiyama grinned to himself, moving slowly, stretching Kiryu gently and working the lube into him.
“Ah, Kiryu-san,” Akiyama purred. “Do you like that?” Kiryu groaned in response as he brushed his prostate again. “I’m going to take that as a yes.”
“Hnng, yes,” Kiryu managed, as Akiyama pumped his hand slowly.
“Shh, just relax,” Akiyama said again, his free hand running down the outside of Kiryu’s leg as he stopped his pumping motion, petting him again, enjoying the warm softness of his skin against his palm. Kiryu was so warm, he ran hot, full of fire. “You’re so tense, do you want me to stop?”
“No,” Kiryu mumbled. “S’good.”
Akiyama leaned down to place a gentle little kiss against Kiryu’s hip before he resumed his gentle strokes inside him. Kiryu made a little whimpering noise and bucked forward when Akiyama pushed his fingers in deep enough to brush his prostate one more time. “That’s it, Kiryu-san. You’re doing so well. Are you ready for me now?”
“I’m ready whenever you are,” Kiryu said after a long moment. It felt good - better than good - to be teased and stretched like this but he was getting desperate for more. His neglected cock was aching, dripping precum into the sheets and begging for release. It had been too long and he wasn’t sure how long he would last with more of this gentle foreplay taking him to the edge of pleasure.
Akiyama slid his fingers out carefully, body-warmed lube dripping down the inside of Kiryu’s thigh, making him twitch in anticipation. He was so warm and ready and he almost told Akiyama to forget the condom, just take him, but he didn’t want to be rude after he’d praised Akiyama for being polite. He didn’t take long to prepare himself and Kiryu willed himself to relax against the excited anticipation of being filled again.
Akiyama ran his thumb gently across Kiryu’s rim, another tease as he thumbed the dripping lube back gently into him. He tensed up as he felt Akiyama ready himself against his hole, his hand against his waist holding him steady. “Ready?”
“Please,” Kiryu mumbled.
Akiyama slid himself in slowly, letting Kiryu adjust to his cock with every press forward. “You’re doing so well, Kiryu-san.” He pulled out a little before pressing back forward, slowly stretching him around his cock. “You’re being so good, so polite, like you always are.” Akiyama’s breath hitched in his chest as he moved, loving every second of Kiryu’s walls pressing around him, squeezing him as he pressed forward to fill the empty space he’d so carefully explored with his fingers. “God, Kiryu, you feel so fucking good…”
Kiryu was impatient and he drove himself back, hard onto Akiyama’s cock, burying him in his ass with a huffed exhalation of impatient pleasure. Akiyama lurched forward with the sudden, unexpected pressure and heaved, shuddering and nearly coming right there.
“Too much?” Kiryu asked innocently.
“Holy shit, Kiryu,” Akiyama replied with a breathless laugh. “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”
Kiryu laughed and Akiyama lurched forward again as he tightened around his cock with every rumble of his low laughter. He groaned in frustration and pleasure and thrust forward, stopping Kiryu’s laughter, instead earning a growled sigh of pleasure in return.
Akiyama sighed gently and leaned forward a little as he carefully moved, pulling back to thrust against Kiryu again, letting him adjust and loosen up as he moved. “Ah, there we go,” he mumbled, finding his own rhythm of short, sharp thrusts that made Kiryu buck back, grinding against him, and demanding more friction. He leaned forward a little more, supporting himself on Kiryu’s back as he drove into him. “Ah, Kiryu, you’re so tight, holy shit.”
Kiryu groaned in response, pressing a little harder into Akiyama’s hips.
Akiyama pulled him back, grabbing his hip for purchase as he leaned over him. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long…” He groaned again, thrusting deep enough to strike Kiryu’s prostate, making the other man whine a moan. Akiyama reached around his waist, tracing his fingers against the tip of his cock and slicking him down with his own precum again. He palmed his erection, sliding his hand in time with his thrusts. “You’re so good, Kiryu,” he mumbled. “So willing to just give and give for everyone else. God, it’s fucking inspiring.”
Kiryu groaned a raspy, wordless response, his breath catching in his throat as Akiyama stroked his cock, sending shivers of pleasure up his spine. His words felt warm in Kiryu’s chest as he praised him, the warm feeling pooling in his stomach, like soup on a cold day. Kiryu felt his eyes welling up with tears and he buried his face in his arm; overstimulated from the pressure in his gut as Akiyama thrust himself harder, deeper into him and the carefully timed strokes of his hand.
“Ah, hold on for me, Kiryu,” Akiyama purred. “You’re so patient, I like that about you, just be patient for another minute, okay?”
Kiryu moaned into his arm, nodding as Akiyama moved a little quicker, his hips slapping against the meat of Kiryu’s ass as he picked up the pace, his short thrusts getting a bit longer, less sharp as he stimulated himself a little better. Kiryu’s guts tightened as he felt the pooling heat of his orgasm threaten to spill over.
“So good,” Akiyama mumbled, leaning into him again, pressing his chest against his back. “Come for me now, Kiryu, I want to feel you tighten up on my cock.”
Maybe it was the way Akiyama purred his demand into Kiryu’s ear, or the way he slowed his desperate thrusts into him, or the careful, tight strokes against his cock, but Kiryu couldn’t wait, he shuddered one last time as Akiyama pumped his hand across his shaft, thumb flicking up over the ridge of his head as he spilled into the bed and across Akiyama’s fingers. He groaned, shuddering, and gasping as Akiyama held him up, pulling him back as he thrust a few more times into him as he shivered tight and pulsing against Akiyama’s cock.
“Ah, fuck, so good,” Akiyama moaned as he came, pumping himself into Kiryu as he finished. He leaned back on his knees, looking Kiryu over as he slumped forward more. Akiyama ran his hand gently over Kiryu’s hips, pressing kisses against every inch of him he could reach. “You did so good, Kiryu-san,” he whispered. “You’re so good for me.” He pulled out, carefully, getting up from the bed and slipping into the washroom to clean himself up and start the shower.
Kiryu got up, slowly, his legs shaking as he pulled himself up onto his knees. He was stickier than he’d been in the alley and the warm, full feeling of getting fucked, and getting multiple orgasms in a night, settled in his gut, threatening to make him fall asleep right there. Akiyama appeared behind him, settling on his knees on the bed and wrapping his arms around his chest.
“You are really good you know,” Akiyama mumbled sleepily into the crook of Kiryu’s neck.
“That voice of yours is dangerous,” Kiryu replied.
“Can it still get me anything I want?”
“Depends on what you still want,” Kiryu said slowly.
“A shower,” Akiyama mumbled. “And you to stay tonight.”
“Hm,” Kiryu considered, letting Akiyama pull him to his feet to follow him into the shower. “I think that can be arranged.”