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Sitting at the chairman's desk feels very wrong, but Mine will only need to do so for a few minutes. Daigo had asked him to take care of editing a document for him, because he'd fallen asleep trying last night and doesn't have any time for it today. Mine accepted, telling him that proofreading is easier when done by an outside source anyway. He said he'd be willing to help him with such things anytime.
Mine expected the document to be a mostly clean draft and that he'd only have to scan for typos and other small mistakes. It turns out to be a lot rougher than he'd expected, littered with little notes from Daigo to himself. Some say to consider rewording a section, some say to format things differently, and there's even a chunk missing from a paragraph where Daigo had typed in brackets, "figure this part out when you're awake".
Mine sighs, realizing this task won't be nearly as simple or quick as he'd expected, and will end up needing Daigo's input. Mine will have to highlight all the changes he makes and have Daigo look over them when he's done. He wouldn't want to speak on behalf of the chairman for those sections and end up contradicting him or otherwise damaging his image. Before he gets to work, he texts Daigo to let him know that his input will be required later, so as not to spring it on him right when he finishes.
Editing the document still isn't hard, for the most part. The first thing he does is check for mistakes like he'd originally intended. He finds only one, in the form of a single sentence missing a period. For writing this when he was apparently too tired to think, Daigo did a very good job.
The next task he knocks out is the reformatting, which is simple enough. Rewording things for Daigo is a little trickier. He ends up opening several tabs of a dictionary website to find alternative words and phrases that might communicate what Daigo is trying to say a bit better. Mine is very familiar with the way Daigo speaks and likes to think he has a decent grasp on the way he thinks as well. He's somewhat confident in the edits he makes.
What has him at a loss is the part Daigo had intended to figure out later. The paragraph the note interrupts is about where a meeting will take place. Daigo has the date and time listed, but hadn't decided on a location yet. Mine highlights the note in brackets with the cursor and, with a trace of guilt, types over it to say "Please choose a location" instead.
He thinks at first that he'll just leave that part up to Daigo to decide, but then he feels a little useless for it. It's true that Daigo only asked him to edit, but it's only natural that Mine would do him a small favor like choosing a meeting location. He can, at the very least, put together a list of possibilities and allow Daigo to pick one out.
Unfortunately, the rest of the document seems to imply that the meeting will take place out in Sotenbori, not Kamurocho. Mine will have to do some research to figure out where the meeting should occur. It's then that he considers that perhaps Daigo had already done some research of his own, or at least tried and ended up being too tired to look too far into it. Maybe Mine can glean some information from where Daigo had left off.
So, in a moment of air-headedness, Mine opens Daigo's browser history without thinking. He scrolls past the many dictionary entries he'd looked through and into yesterday's history. It doesn't take him long to realize his mistake.
Editing immediately exits Mine's mind the moment he reads the titles of some of the pages Daigo had visited last night. They're all rather... specific. So specific, in fact, that they pique Mine's curiosity. He quickly mutes the computer's volume and lets the cursor hover over one of the titles, opening it in a new tab after a short moment of hesitation.
The video within the link is very accurate to its title; a somewhat slight man with blond hair, noticeably naked, faces away from the camera and lifts his hips up to set an incredibly large, not entirely human-looking dildo underneath him. Mine is less immediately aroused and more stunned by the size of it. He tells himself it's only further curiosity that keeps him from closing the tab now that he's had a guilty peek.
The man presses the head of the toy against his entrance, holding the shaft with one hand and trying to push the head inside with the other. It doesn't take long at all for his hole to give in and accept it, and he slowly sits down on it until it's unbelievably deep inside of him. All Mine can think about is the fact that Daigo was watching this last night, the fact that it was the last video he'd opened, the fact that he most likely came to it. It's those thoughts that get him stubbornly hard, not even the video in front of him.
It's not as if he's here in Daigo's office, in Daigo's chair, using Daigo's computer and watching videos he'd gotten himself off to--
Mine cuts that train of thought off before he can even try to deny what he's about to do, too incredibly aroused by the reminder of just where he is. He sets a merciful but chaste hand over his crotch, hoping he can somehow will the erection down and the feeling will simply pass.
It's strange-- it's like he's watching the video through a second set of eyes. He just keeps thinking about how Daigo must have felt, seeing this. Then he tabs back over into the browser history and opens another video. He's indulging himself too much, simple curiosity no longer serving as an excuse. It's his unignorable attraction to Daigo that drives him, an undeniable desperation to see what gets him off as if he'll ever have the opportunity to use it for reference.
The next video is another solo video, of a man with black hair this time. Mine skips ahead in the video until the man's fingers are sliding deep into himself, the title promising that he'll come untouched from it. Another skip forward and the camera angle has changed to show his cock resting against the sheets, somehow resisting the urge to buck against them as he's content to get off with four fingers inside of him. Soon, his cock twitches and spurts on its own, shooting a wet trail of come all over the black sheets.
Mine presses down a little harder on his pants. Does Daigo just enjoy watching these things, or does he mimic them? Does he stretch himself open like that while he watches, or does he imagine these boys are prepping themselves for him?
He can't resist the need for friction anymore. He unbuckles his belt and then spares a hand to open the next video while the other frees his cock. Refusing to make a mess at the chairman's desk, Mine pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and preemptively covers the head with it. With the rate his thoughts are going, he worries he could come at any moment if the right mental image of Daigo pops up.
The next video is of two men, one unbelievably well-endowed. The title again claims the other will come untouched, and Mine quickly catches on that Daigo is specifically into that. The man on top pins the other's wrists as he fucks him roughly. Mine can only imagine the two as himself and Daigo, flipping the image in his head over and over as he tries to decide who's who. What he settles on is taking the place of the man being pinned, imagining letting Daigo use him for his own pleasure like that. He must be so pent-up to be watching videos like this in his office, where work is meant to get done.
Just imagining Daigo unable to take it anymore, grabbing Mine out of nowhere and throwing him onto the nearest surface to tear his clothes off and fuck him-- just that fleeting thought has Mine flooding the handkerchief with come. He keeps watching as he calms down, watches the pinned man arch his back, desperate for more. He imagines that he came just as quickly with Daigo fucking him, imagines he keeps using him without a care to chase his own release. In record time, he gets hard again.
Then he jumps out of his skin when he hears voices in the hallway. Hands trembling with panic, Mine closes the videos and carefully erases the most recent visits from the history before closing the browser and unmuting the volume. He tucks himself away and fumbles with his belt for so long that he's shocked Daigo still hasn't walked in by the time he manages to clasp it shut. The soiled handkerchief is folded up and carefully tucked back into his pocket, paranoid of leaving evidence.
"I know, Majima-san," he hears Daigo say, and then he realizes the other voice is indeed Majima's. He stands from Daigo's chair and turns his back to the door, trying to adjust his half-hard dick under his pants in any way that it won't end up visible if he doesn't manage to calm down.
He faces the door again and stands beside the desk, waiting for Daigo to come in.
"No, I know," Daigo says again as the door opens, "and I told him the same thing yesterday. Tell him again for me and that this is his last warning."
"Sure he should be gettin' another warning to begin with? Shit, I could go teach him a lesson for ya right now," Majima offers.
Daigo's hand stays on the knob as he considers it.
"No, just... just tell him what I said. You can handle him however you want if he refuses to accept it." He starts to turn towards the room and then quickly faces Majima again. "Don't kill him."
"Yeah, yeah, I gotcha."
Daigo finally enters the room and closes the door behind him, his attention on Mine now.
"Sorry about that. You said you needed me to look the document over?" he asks as he approaches his desk. Mine clears his throat as subtly as he can.
"Yes. There's the matter of the changes I've already made, and you'd also left a note for yourself with little to go on, so I..." Mine thinks of everything he'd just done and chooses not to allude to any of it. "I left it for you."
Daigo looks through the changes Mine made and removes the highlights as he approves them. When he reaches the note Mine had changed, he sighs.
"Right, I didn't pick a location last night. Well, I can handle the rest. Thank you, Mine."
Mine bows and makes to leave.
"Oh, wait, don't go," Daigo calls out when Mine reaches the door. "Didn't you get my text?"
Text? Mine takes his phone out and checks, finding that he has a few unread messages from Daigo. He'd told Mine that one of today's meetings was cancelled due to one of the patriarchs involved landing in the hospital, so he has more time on his hands than he'd thought. He said he'd be over to give his input soon, and then he asked Mine if he'd like to go out for lunch with him after that was wrapped up.
"Oh! I apologize, I only just finished up and wasn't checking my phone," he says. "Of course I'll go. Did you already have anything in mind?"
"I was thinking oden today, if you're in the mood. I need to figure this out first, though..."
Daigo pulls a drawer open and rifles through it for a moment before pulling out a folded up piece of lined paper, a note of something or other. He clicks around and types in whatever is written on the note, and Mine sits on the sofa while he waits for Daigo.
"Would it not be easier to defer to the recipient, since I assume he's a local there?" Mine suggests. Daigo frowns at his screen.
"I tried that last time and he seemed unimpressed over it. It's annoying."
Mine nods, wishing he weren't still hard. He tries to keep his thoughts clean, but he can't stop thinking about those videos he'd watched, that Daigo had watched, the preferences that came through so clearly just through three videos. Daigo must really want to do those things to someone.
He hisses through his teeth when he feels himself getting harder, imagining the heat in his face to be more than subtle by now. How is he meant to go to lunch with Daigo like this? How is he supposed to look at him ever again without thinking of today? He doesn't think he can do this.
"Chairman," he says, standing up to prepare to bow, "I'm sorry, I know I just accepted going out to lunch, but I'm realizing I'm not feeling well today."
"Oh... I thought you looked oddly flushed. Do you need to lie down? You can rest on the couch, if you want."
The red in Mine's face deepens. If Daigo noticed that, what else has he noticed? Can he see that he's hard, despite Mine's best efforts to hide it?
"It... would probably be best if I went home," he says.
"At least let me walk you outside. I'll just finish this later," Daigo tells him more than offers, standing up.
Mine starts panicking the closer Daigo gets. Will he be able to tell? Does he already know? Mine's eyes flick desperately between Daigo and everything else in the room, uncertain if looking at him would make it worse, or if looking away would be more suspicious.
"... Did something happen, Mine? You look guilty," Daigo points out.
"I do feel a bit guilty," Mine admits, covering with a bow. "I would never want to back out of plans to spend time with you."
He flinches when he feels Daigo's hand on his shoulder.
"Stand up, Mine. You know you don't have to do that."
Slowly, he straightens his back, feeling his heart bloom and wither away at once at the smile on Daigo's face.
"Besides, it's not like you decided to get sick. But, you really do look it. Are you sure you don't want to rest here for a bit? I don't mind."
His dick strains stubbornly in his pants, to the point where he's certain now that Daigo would have to notice if he were to look down. He's trapped himself. It takes Mine too long to try to force any words out, and Daigo's smile is replaced with a look of soft concern, the back of his hand coming up to Mine's forehead.
"Here, just sit," Daigo tells him, pulling him down onto the couch with him. Mine's jaw clenches tightly. Daigo's hands linger on him, one mindlessly reassuring against Mine's thigh. He really feels like he's about to die.
"Ah..."
Mine pointedly looks away at the sound of Daigo realizing what's wrong with him. He doesn't know what to expect next. Exile? Death? Daigo wishing to spend less time with him-- worse than either?
"Just from sitting in my chair, Mine..?" Daigo asks, and Mine is so shocked to hear the smile in his voice that he's forced to look at him to see it. "I thought the rumors about your feelings for me being more than platonic were blown out of proportion..."
His hand is still on Mine's thigh. His fingers squeeze ever so slightly.
"Do you want help with that?" Daigo asks him, like it's normal, like Mine hasn't drastically overstepped, like he shouldn't be horrifically ashamed.
It's almost enough to convince him, even.
"I... I'm deeply sorry, it's just unfortunate timing, is all. It pains me that you had to see me like this," he tries to deflect. Daigo's hand still doesn't move. It feels so warm.
"You didn't answer my question," he points out. "Maybe I should rephrase. Will you let me help you?"
The question bounces around in his head, avoiding his brain. Surely Mine is just making this up, choosing to hear whatever aligns with his desires? Surely Daigo didn't actually say that?
"Help... help me how?"
That hand moves now, startling Mine as it crawls up his thigh.
"How else?"
How is he misinterpreting this..? It can't really be that Daigo is offering a sexual favor. Mine wracks his brain for what else he could possibly mean, for why else his hand would wander dangerously close to the cock that begs for Daigo. Maybe it's a test?
"I... couldn't possibly ask that of you," Mine gets out with some difficulty.
"But I'm the one who's asking. Will you let me touch you?"
He... he really is pent-up enough to use Mine. He closes his eyes and nods stiffly, still ashamed to be caught like this. Closing his eyes quickly turns out to be a mistake, his imagination running wild across the darkness of his eyelids, insisting thoughts upon him of Daigo pinning him down and having his way with him.
It's why he forgets to breathe when Daigo really does push him down onto his back, really does unbuckle his belt to shove a hand down his pants. The moan that escapes Mine is loud and embarrassing, and another comes out even when he bites his lip. Daigo is easing Mine's suit open and his shirt up as he straddles Mine's legs. There's something so completely, utterly heavenly about the way Daigo plays with him, and Mine knows it's just because it's him.
Even though he already came earlier, Daigo only has his hands on him for a few short minutes before Mine has to bite the heel of his palm to keep a loud, desperate moan in. He barely half-succeeds in muffling it, bucking up into Daigo's hand, who just keeps pumping him like he wants him to come again. Mine keens at the idea of Daigo milking him for as long as he likes, even as oversensitivity starts to hit him and his nerves beg for this to end.
Finally, Daigo lets go, looking down at his hand and at the disheveled state he's left Mine in.
"You look good like this, Mine," he says with an assured smile. Mine quietly sucks in a breath and forgets how to let it out.
His heart breaks when Daigo gets up off of him, walking to his desk to retrieve tissues from a drawer. He lies there nearly lifeless while Daigo cleans the mess he's made of his abs. He's taking a little too much time, clearly more worried about taking in the sights than efficiency.
Is he really, truly attracted to Mine, then? Could...
"Could this happen again..?" Mine dares to ask.
"I was hoping you'd ask," Daigo tells him. "How about tonight?"
Tonight... Daigo wants to fuck him tonight. Daigo...
Mine's brain short-circuits.
"Mine?"
"Y... yes. Yes, you can have me anytime," he answers, breathless.
"Good. If I'm honest, I've been wanting to see you like this for a long time. I was hoping those rumors were true."
It looks like they indirectly have a tedious meeting in another city to thank for the truth coming to light. In the meantime, Mine will sit through the longest day of his life while he waits for night to fall.
Daigo still takes him out for lunch. They still eat oden together, sat next to each other, the memory of Daigo's hand etched into Mine's thigh. It genuinely feels like time has slowed down, like every second is stretched to the length of a minute, like everyone is walking slower. Mine stares at Daigo much more than usual, he thinks. Daigo acts perfectly natural.
All Mine can think about while Daigo walks through the streets with him is his hands on Mine's hips, pulling him back against him. His mind floods with reprehensibly filthy thoughts all day, even after they have to part for a bit. Daigo tells Mine to meet him at his place tonight. His home. The tips of Mine's fingers tingle at the thought.
He thinks he spends about an hour in the shower plus even more time getting ready, agonizing over the choice of what he should wear even knowing Daigo is only going to take it off of him. Maybe he should wear something light and forego the tie. He thinks of Daigo slowly stripping him, bit by superfluous bit, and he decides to forego nothing.
Daigo is still so casual with him when he invites him inside. It feels strange to take his shoes off at the door, like an unspoken acknowledgement that he'll be here for a good while. He takes extra care to make sure they're lined up perfectly near the wall, but not touching it.
"You're focusing too hard, Mine," Daigo notes.
"I... might be," he admits, nudging the shoes one last time and hoping their positioning is perfect. If he keeps staring, he'll change his mind again.
"Mine... I realized after what happened in my office that I overstepped," he says, and Mine whips around to face him, distraught. "I hope you don't feel like you're forced to be here. I mean, you're pretty clearly nervous..."
"No, I... no. No, I want to be here. I've wanted it for a long time."
"Then..."
With a hand on the knot of his tie, he nods towards the back of the house and starts walking. Mine follows him, uncomfortably conscious of his own footsteps. He finds himself tiptoeing for no real reason, and he desperately avoids touching anything. Daigo slips the tie from his shoulders when he stops walking.
"Are you wearing a different cologne?" he asks, looking Mine up and down like he'll be able to see it.
"Yes. It's a high-end brand that was discontinued a few years back. I've been saving the last bottle for special occasions..."
"You, er... you seem to be taking this a little too seriously, but I appreciate it."
Mine suddenly becomes aware of his posture-- back perfectly straight and arms behind it. He doesn't know how to fix it. He starts by loosening his arms until they rest at his sides, and feels incredibly awkward for it. Then they come up to his tie as heat creeps up to the surface of his skin.
"Will you strip for me, Mine?"
Anything for you, he almost says out loud.
"You can take your time," Daigo adds. "I don't want to rush this."
"Of course," Mine acknowledges, voice uncontrollably tense.
Despite his nerves, he pulls the knot of his tie apart and lets it hang across his shoulders as he moves on to unbutton his suit jacket, and then his shirt. They stay on him, loose, ready to fall off, but still barely clinging to him. Daigo steps forward and touches at them, barely nudging here and there until they each fall. He pulls Mine closer to him by the belt and runs his thumb along the studs.
"You're right, I suppose I am nervous," Mine huffs, setting his hands on top of Daigo's. "It seems I've forgotten how to take this off. Could I ask you to help?"
"If you want me to undress you, you can just say so."
"I... want you to undress me," he softly repeats.
With a little smile, Daigo flicks the belt open just like he'd done earlier. Daigo's fingers slip under his pants and his briefs and the brushing of skin against his thighs as Daigo undresses him feels like chance, feels like he's incredibly lucky for it. Daigo eyes him up for a long moment and Mine's ego nearly explodes.
"Mind laying on your front?" Daigo asks with a nod to the bed.
Mine obeys immediately, unsure of if he should be propping his hips up until Daigo grabs them and pushes down so he's laying flat.
"You won't want to waste any energy," Daigo tells him over the sound of a drawer opening. "I want to spend a lot of time with you tonight."
The promise has his dick craving attention.
"I'll do anything you want," Mine says, devotion swirling in his eyes, his mouth, his body.
It takes a long time for it to occur to Mine that this will be his first time with another man. He was so focused on Daigo, on impressing him, on being touched by him, that he lost track of every detail other than him. Daigo will be the first man to stretch him open, to lay claim to him. He'll be the only one.
Mine doesn't even care if it feels good or bad, so long as Daigo enjoys it. He imagines the stretching will sting, but has no idea what else to expect. So when Daigo holds Mine's legs open and slips two fingers inside of him, he gasps at the feeling, at how slick they are, how easily they slide in. He feels himself instinctively tighten around them and Daigo groans quietly above him. He doesn't just get drunk off the idea of Daigo craving to shove his cock in him, he gets instantly wasted, his mind turning completely off and forgetting the possibility of a world outside of this moment even existing.
"Open up, Mine. You're so tight," Daigo tells him, pulling at his legs to reposition him a little, just to his liking.
"I'm afraid I don't... have any experience with a role like this," he admits. When he glances over his shoulder, Daigo has a soft smile on his face.
"But you know what it's like to be on top, right? You know how good it feels when you tighten up like that?"
Mine swallows, his eyes closing at Daigo's words.
"Then..."
"I don't mind if you can't relax," Daigo says, running a soothing hand up Mine's back. "The stretching might take longer, but I like the feeling of prying your body open until it can't resist anymore."
Mine shivers, and he's sure Daigo can feel it where his hand rests on Mine's spine. He likes that idea too. He likes it a lot.
"Does it feel nice, Mine?" Daigo asks him, timing the slow slide of his fingers all the way inside with the question.
"It does. I... I want more," he says.
It'll feel nicer when you fill me out with your cock, he wants to add, but he can't just say such filth like Daigo can. Not even when it tugs at the tip of his tongue, begging to be let out.
"More like this?"
A third finger pushes in alongside the first two and Mine starts to feel the stretch, and his mind goes back to what Daigo said. It could burn like hellfire and Mine would still get off to it so long as he knew Daigo was enjoying it. He can't even tell if Daigo feeling around inside of him feels good because of the physical aspect or because Mine just wants it so damn badly.
"More like..."
He takes a second to try to make himself say it, to find the words to beg for Daigo's cock, but then his thoughts leave him with a helpless little grunt when Daigo's fingers brush past his prostate. He's never had it touched before, never knew what to expect, but now that Daigo has noticed his reaction, he's pressing against it mercilessly and Mine can't catch his breath, can't stop his hips from squirming up until Daigo's free hand is holding him down and he almost comes on the spot just from Daigo exerting a little force.
"You've really never been played with like this?" Daigo asks him, lifting Mine by the hip now until he adjusts to hold himself up on his knees. "That's such a shame. Just look at you."
When he saw those videos Daigo had watched, he couldn't help but see the men getting their holes filled as girly. Is that how Daigo sees him now? Does he see the way Mine grips the sheets in his hands and pushes back against Daigo's rhythm, hear him panting wordlessly with his voice slipping through now and then and think he's just like those girls you can pay at sex clubs to tie them up and do whatever you want to them?
Mine doesn't even know if that's accurate, hasn't been to one, his mind is too clouded by what he wants Daigo to do to him.
"Please, please grab my hips and fuck me," Mine begs, suddenly so much more frank in his desperation. "Please, chairman..."
Daigo laughs, and it turns Mine on an insane amount.
"Why are you calling me that at a time like this? Really, Mine? Do you want to call me sir while you're begging, too?"
"Y-yes, sir," Mine stammers out before Daigo has even finished the question.
"Let me stretch you for as long as I want," Daigo tells him, and Mine deliriously nods, mussing his hair up against the pillow.
"Yes, sir," he says, so completely satisfied to be Daigo's plaything that he can't care at all for what his body screams for.
Goosebumps rise up all over his skin in waves. He feels like Daigo's own personal whore and he can't think of a single thing he'd want more than to be just that. The stretching eases away into nothing, even after Daigo adds a fourth finger, even when his other hand comes down to feel at Mine's entrance. It disappears before it can press inside with the rest of his fingers, and then Mine feels it on his wrist.
"Feel what I'm doing to you," Daigo tells him, a soft, wonderful order that Mine couldn't disobey if his life depended on it.
He lets Daigo guide his hand down, lets his own fingers replace Daigo's when they slip out. He feels so stretched open, so soft and wet. When he tightens around his fingers, he can only imagine how incredible it'll feel on Daigo's cock.
"Play with yourself for a while, okay?"
Another command Mine can't resist. He adjusts on his knees until he has a perfect angle to slide his fingers in as deep as he can, groaning desperate and muffled into the pillow when he hears Daigo undressing behind him.
"Do you mind if I fuck you after you come?" Daigo asks him, in line with his own fantasies. "I really want to watch you get off just like this."
"Ah..."
Mine almost dares to mention that it's just like one of the videos Daigo had watched.
"I want it more than anything," he says. "You can have me for as long as you like."
"Good. Do you think you can come just like that? Do you want help?"
He knows Daigo wants to see him come without touching his cock. Mine shakes his head, but refusing an opportunity for Daigo to put his hands on him kills him inside.
"I want you to keep stretching me..." he says, trailing off when he realizes that goes against what Daigo had asked of him.
Or maybe it doesn't. He feels the bed dip under Daigo's knees behind him and a hand holds his hip still. The other touches at Mine's fingers, and he almost pulls them out to make room before Daigo slides in a finger alongside them, quickly followed by another when he realizes there's room for more. Mine moans helplessly, a wave of shudders rolling through him.
He knows it's greedy, knows he already had the privilege of Daigo's hands on him earlier, but his cock craves Daigo's attention so bad it almost hurts. It jumps like it's searching out his hand again, and Mine is so close that he keeps unintentionally tightening around his own fingers and Daigo's, only ever more aroused by how that seems to make Daigo's breathing get a little heavier. How much longer until he gets to feel Daigo's cock shoving into him? Will he be unable to resist by then and fuck Mine roughly, chasing his own release?
He can't help it. He already came twice today, all because of Daigo, and now he's coaxing out what little Mine has left without even touching his cock. He desperately tilts his hips back, chasing that high knowing he's finally about to get what he wants.
"Ready?" Daigo asks him, gently pulling Mine's fingers out alongside his own and leaving him feeling so unbelievably empty.
"Please, sir," he moans, practically slurring.
He's so stretched out that Daigo's cock slides inside so, so easily, but he feels stuffed full regardless.
"You're so loose," Daigo sighs, content and fond. "Thank you for letting me do this to you."
He almost gets instantly hard again, his body fighting itself to enjoy this despite begging Mine for time to rest.
"I want it so bad," the words tumble from Mine's mouth, "I want all of you. I want you to have me, to do whatever you want with. You can put anything inside me. I'm yours. I'm yours, sir. I'm-- I'm yours..."
Feeling Daigo's hips against his ass, his cock buried deep inside of him while his own still drips with come, ah, it's all he's ever dreamed of. Daigo holds Mine's hips while he fucks him, murmurs fond words of praise, of how well Mine takes him, of how wonderful his body is, of how warm and loose his hole is for Daigo, how nice it feels. Mine drowns in his words, lets them replace his own thoughts, ends up mindlessly parroting them back at Daigo.
"You're just for me, aren't you?"
"Just for you," Mine answers, automatic, breathless.
"So stretched open for me..."
"F-for you..."
When he peeks over his shoulder, Daigo is smiling at him while he fucks him, a soft and affectionate expression, so much merciful love in his eyes, and Mine is completely hypnotized by the sight of him. All he can think about is getting fucked by Daigo, about doing anything Daigo asks, about being his to touch, his to own, his, all his.
Everything. Everything. The feeling of Daigo inside him, his hands gripping Mine's waist, the sound of the bed creaking under them, of Daigo's moans above him as he uses Mine for his pleasure-- Mine never wants this to end.
"Mine."
His name on Daigo's lips is the purest drug to force its way into his blood.
"Sirrr," Mine drawls, completely intoxicated by overstimulation.
"Do you want me to come inside you?"
Just the question almost makes him come dry, and he bites his lip hard enough to hurt and nods with all the desperation and vigor in the world.
"Please, please, please, please, please," he begs over and over, shuddering all over when he feels Daigo speed up with a groan.
How long ago was it that he last had his senses? How much further can Mine fall apart, with Daigo feeding him more and more of his cock until it's all he knows how to think about? He feels himself convulse, knows he's coming dry and untouched, and maybe Daigo knows too, from Mine's choked, keening moan, his arched back, the way his body, so fucked open and loose, tries so hard to tighten around him again.
Daigo pulls Mine's hips back against him, once, twice, and then he's grinding slow and deep against him and Mine knows he's spilling inside of him, feels it drip out around Daigo's cock almost uncontested. He tries to angle himself to keep it inside, but Daigo keeps fucking him deep and slow and it keeps slipping out, dripping down onto the sheets beneath them.
Finally done with him, Daigo pushes Mine's hips down to the bed, onto the cooling mix of their come, and gets up. Mine can't find the energy to so much as turn his head, content to lie there, used, and hope he gets to feel Daigo's warmth again soon. Something is placed on the nightstand and then Daigo gently eases Mine over onto his back. He gets between Mine's legs and he hopes deliriously that Daigo will shove inside of him again and keep fucking him.
He doesn't, though. Just carefully, tenderly cleans him with soft tissues. His fingers slip inside with unbelievable ease, entering and withdrawing fully a few times until most of the come and lube have been cleaned out and wiped on the tissues.
"Drink," Daigo tells him, holding Mine's head up. He blinks, bleary, and props himself up on his elbows, trying to find whatever Daigo is offering him. He looks down and sees a glass held just above his chest, places his hand on Daigo's and lets him feed the water to Mine, carefully tilting it into his mouth in intervals so he doesn't choke.
Mine's senses start to come back to him the more the afterglow wears off. He can't believe he was so uptight and concerned about appearances right up until the moment his brain broke under Daigo's touch. He hopes he'll break like that again next time.
Next time...
"Daigo-san," he quietly addresses, brow furrowed. Daigo hums his acknowledgement around...
"What is that..?" he asks, forgetting his original question.
"Chocolate," Daigo answers, taking the bar from his mouth. "Want some?"
An overpowering, genuine smile takes over Mine's features. Daigo holds the bar out to him and Mine pulls it closer by his hand, relishing even now in being able to touch Daigo's hand as he takes a bite of the chocolate. It has almonds in it, he thinks.
"Daigo-san... has our relationship changed?" he asks, less hopeful than he is anxious. He loves everything about Daigo, and everything he has with him. He'd rather die than fuck it all up.
"I guess you could say that," Daigo nods, taking another bite of chocolate. "I'd say it changed for the better."
He's just casually talking to Mine with his mouth full of candy... maybe nothing has really changed after all. He smiles to himself and burns the taste of chocolate and almond into his mind.