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Solitude should have given Daigo an opportunity to relax; as Chairman, it appeared as though Daigo was constantly being pulled from all sides of the Tojo Clan, barely given any time to catch his breath and think. However, the mellow ticking of the clock on his desk was making him anxious, idly reminding him that his moments of peace were only temporary and that the next major incident was undoubtedly a tick away.
Aforementioned major incident was all he thought about that evening: as of late, one of the newer families- the Amagi family- had allegedly been regularly causing trouble by the Hotel District. The last time Daigo had consulted with the family’s patriarch, he seemed all too eager to dismiss him and tell him that’s just how they did things, yet suddenly all activity appeared to stall unexpectedly.
It was a resolution too auspicious for Daigo’s tastes, and unfortunately he already had a few suspicions on precisely what happened: he knew better than to let his work-related grievances spill into casual conversations, but he was all-too aware that once he was a few drinks in he couldn’t help but let his tongue flap. And unfortunately, Mine was the primary recipient of those woes- a man who would burn the city down if Daigo so much as deemed it too frigid that day.
Mine’s concerns were more attentive than typically necessary, and although it was a blessing at times, right now Daigo could only dread the conversation he was planning to have with him soon. Trying to discuss these sorts of predicaments with Mine was never easy, but if that wasn’t enough to make him pick and tug at his collar, then Kashiwagi raising the temperature of the building to combat the harsh onslaught of winter outside certainly wasn’t helping him. As if to counteract the heat plaguing his body, Daigo absentmindedly picked up the small bottle of lotion on his desk and wringed his hands in the chill liquid, though the small reprieve was barely enough to make him comfortable and just left his hands smelling slightly of strawberries.
When had Daigo sent Kashiwagi to fetch Mine, anyhow? It would have been simpler to call or message him personally, yet he didn’t want to appear too pushy. His constant aching made each moment more burdensome than the last, though his woes would teeter between being alleviated and worsening once he heard dress shoes approaching his office door. Daigo’s ability to recognize Mine’s unique knock was an odd one, yet it at least meant he didn’t have to hold his breath and see who would be entering once he heard the curt sound.
“Come in,” Daigo called. As the door creaked open, he suddenly became conscious of the few stray papers on his desk and adjusted them, opening no drawer in particular and placing the stack inside. Soon enough, Mine had pushed open the door fully and subsequently shut it behind him, offering Daigo a quick, short bow as he entered.
“You wanted to see me, Sixth Chairman?”
Daigo had all morning to decide how he was going to approach the topic, and despite their numerous, similar discussions before he still managed to struggle on precisely how to start. “I guess Kashiwagi-san didn’t inform you, then.”
“He hadn’t- though, I’m inclined to assume this meeting regards the Amagi family?” A confirming nod from Daigo urged Mine to continue. “Sixth Chairman, I shouldn’t have to remind you that Amagi-san and his gang’s activities have been nothing but destructive- both towards the city and for our organization. Although the Amagi family is young, they’ve already garnered a violent reputation, rendering previously profitable territories obsolete in that area: they're completely uncharismatic and stubborn to work with. While their strength is valuable for those benefiting from their protection, their temperament is just as detrimental.” Mine stepped further into the office, just short of Daigo’s desk. “I’m aware you had previously met with Amagi-san some weeks ago, yet it’s evident he’s obstinate in his ways. We must take more assertive matters against him before his ego inflates and he causes even more devastation for his selfish purposes.”
From his seat, Daigo could only look up at Mine, exhaustion evident on his features. He lowered his head momentarily and considered his options, clicking his tongue before he shook his head. “Amagi’s rampaging is an issue, that is true… though, it’s as you said: his power is great. We only need to find a way to control his belligerence…” Daigo frowned, staring hard at Mine. “What we don’t need is putting each other in the hospital.”
It was Mine’s turn to frown, his preexisting scowl deepening. “You’ve given them more than enough time to correct themselves, yet despite our losses you still refuse to go forward with any meaningful consequences yourself?” Daigo didn’t respond, shifting his gaze to observe the snowfall outside the window instead.
When sufficient time to think of a proper response passed and no such response ever coming, Mine steeled his gaze. “You’re being too generous, Sixth Chairman: I understand you see the Tojo Clan as family, but you can only be so lenient towards family for so long. If not, you’ll find your consideration being abused.”
Daigo grimaced, all too aware how truthful Mine’s criticisms were. Still, he was resolute, redirecting his attention back onto Mine. “And what do you suggest, then? We respond to violence with more violence? It’ll be a temporary fix maybe, but what type of message is that going to send to the others?”
“That we are expected to act accordingly. I’m not proposing anything extreme- a finger from Amagi-san should be just enough to get the message across that they ultimately rely upon us for their survival and that they should learn to respect your hospitality.”
“Nothing extreme?”
Daigo scoffed, rising from his seat. “You think losing a digit isn’t extreme!?” He wasn’t totally against the ritual, but only when it was an absolute last resort: the Amagi family causing a bit of a scene wasn’t something he was ready to deem an emergency, not when he was sure there was a better way to resolve the problem. Amagi was a young man who had no one to turn to and no power behind his name, yet undeniable potential when he initially joined: it only made sense that once he had put in the effort to prove himself, he would let the power get to him. Daigo only needed to tame that rampant ambition- it was ultimately his fault he had been quick to promote him anyhow.
Regardless, Mine’s cold stare remained at Daigo’s outburst. “I don’t. The yakuza didn’t one day decide to mutilate themselves without purpose, I’m sure you’re aware of that already. However, in recent years yubitsume has become a dying practice, and the result of that is starting to rear its head among newer yakuza. Of course, I am open to more options if you have any, Sixth Chairman.”
Over the past few months, Daigo had learned to control his temper; although he felt inclined to yell at Mine to get out and to just leave the issue with him to handle, he instead took a deep breath and paused to think. Mine only intended the best- he always had. The issue lay in Daigo and how unequipped he was with dealing with these types of issues, making him ill prepared to handle business matters so impersonally. “...Do you really think I’m too forgiving, Mine?”
“You are.” Mine paused. Had Daigo paid attention to Mine’s face, he would have been able to catch the minute way his eyes softened. “Though, that’s a part of your appeal… and what has allowed you to succeed.”
His appeal? Daigo could only wonder with a smile if Mine had been affected by his appeal in some manner with how gently he spoke of the topic. “Is that so?” When Daigo grinned however, Mine’s scowl came back in full: charm or not, it clearly wouldn't be enough to totally soften his fortitude.
“In comparison to your predecessors, you’re young- both in age, and expertise. As a result of this, you tend to be idealistic. However, charisma can take anyone far, sir: it’s to your benefit you seem to have a surplus amount of it to make up for your lack of experience. It’s difficult for most to want to act against someone they admire- but everyone has their limit. As your junior assistant, I want to help you get even farther in your career without having to rely upon your reputation, should the day that limit is reached.”
Daigo studied Mine’s face to try and see any more breaks in his glare, yet when he found none he stood up and approached him. When they were but a few inches apart, Daigo deemed it impossible for Mine’s posture to straighten anymore, yet he still managed to make himself stand taller. “And I always appreciate your input as my junior assistant, but I ultimately have to decide what I do and how I want to lead. I can’t stress how much I value you, Mine- but I can’t have you dictating everything I do, either.”
Mine appeared taken aback, and now that Daigo was closer he was able to see his eyes widen momentarily before relaxing, providing a small, apologetic nod. “Of course. Forgive me if I’ve overstepped. I still believe we must take some form of action towards the Amagi family, nonetheless.”
“And we will,” Daigo asserted, clapping Mine on the shoulder before walking past him towards the sofa, Mine's body turning to watch him take a seat. “...But right now, I need time to devise a way to appeal to Amagi’s interests.”
“So you still insist on a cordial approach…”
“I do- and if you insist on discussing it I’d suggest you help instead of oppose me.” Leaning forward in his seat, Daigo gave Mine a serious look. “I called you in to tell you to stop intervening, not so we could bicker.”
The way Mine pressed his lips into a fine line indicated he wanted to make a retort, but instead he shook his head, remaining in his spot as he turned back to face the desk. “You’re just as obdurate as Amagi-san.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Daigo beamed. It wasn’t too long ago Daigo was wandering aimlessly throughout Kamurocho and being a general nuisance ready to cause a scene: to find himself stalwart in peaceful endeavors despite Mine’s insistence, he could only be proud of his progress and the sort of leader he was becoming. He wasn’t perfect, but he was sure this was better than acting rashly.
But if Mine was so pressed for harsher treatment, Daigo was willing to indulge in the concept. Getting up, he stalked towards Mine until he was right behind him. “Besides, I know when it’s necessary to apply force, Mine.”
Spotting the playful smirk on Daigo over his shoulder, Mine could only tilt his head curiously. “Can you? I’m not convinced.” A gentle hum was Daigo’s response, moving his hands to carefully hold Mine’s biceps.
“I offer people the chances to change because I want them to know I trust them: you hardly have a leader if his followers don’t care about him and only care about the cause. You have to build a companionship, or everything'll fall flat once things start to go south...”
When Daigo started to press against his back, Mine subconsciously began to lean towards the desk without resistance, stopping himself short from falling forward by placing his palms atop the wood. Daigo’s hands would slide down his arms to rest next to his, his stubble pressing against the back of Mine’s neck while he leaned in to whisper. “...It’s also what makes reprimands more effective. I can give them as many opportunities as I want, but it's up to them if they want to use those chances effectively. So when they repeatedly decline that, it ultimately falls on them that now they have to face the repercussions.”
Daigo could only hear the sound of Mine’s breathing, though if he tried to he was sure he could hear his heart thump against his chest. “I-I see. So you do intend to…”
Daigo nodded if only so he could let his stubble graze against Mine’s neck, the action causing his frame to shiver. “Eventually: I would like to think I’ve become patient over the years. If he acts out again after our next meeting, then- and only then- I want action done against him…”
When Mine hadn’t moved like Daigo expected him to, he shifted to rest his lips behind Mine’s ear. “...But what about you now, Mine? I think you’re trying to test that patience. I’m not sure you really get the kind of discipline I’m willing to give out.”
The longer Mine’s silence carried on, the more it was starting to convince Daigo to pull back: he only wanted to mess around and scare him, and his stillness seemed to be a sign that he was successful in doing so. The small victory drew out a low, amused chuckle from him, yet when Mine eventually did speak up Daigo was sure he felt his heart skip a beat. “Would you make a demonstration out of me, then?”
If he wasn’t pressed right up against him, Daigo was sure he would have missed the question; it was unusual for Mine to ever speak in such a hushed tone- not that he was about to start complaining, the unexpected huskiness of his voice making the blood in Daigo's body head south. “Is that what you want? It’s not much of a punishment if you’re asking for it, you know.”
“If it’s what you deem appropriate, then I have no choice but to endure it. My only wish is to make you happy, Sixth Chairman. If I’ve done something to wrong you today, then please… do whatever you wish.”
“‘Whatever,’ hm?” Testing the waters, Daigo carefully rocked against Mine, humming to himself to feign thoughtfulness. When Mine didn’t voice any opposition, he continued with a playfulness to his tone. “Ah, there's nothing you could do to really upset me. It'd be hard for me to think of something on the spot like this..." Despite his words, once Daigo had noticed the way he trapped Mine between himself and the desk he couldn't abstain from a devilish idea. When his voice adopted a sultry quality to it, he was elated by the subtle way he felt Mine's body tremble. "...But, I might have one idea in mind: you wouldn’t object if I wanted to hold you down onto my desk and fuck you senseless, would you?”
The blatant inquiry briefly rendered Mine speechless, his muscles quick to become tense. “C-Chairman…!” The title came out with a gasp when Daigo’s hand suddenly moved to rest against Mine’s hip, Daigo carefully pressing their bodies together and grinding more confidently, his growing erection stiff against the back of Mine’s suit pants.
Daigo was hardly aware of what he was saying, but the hot feeling spurring in his chest urged him on. “I’ve just been so stressed out lately, and I barely have any time for myself anymore. Pretty convenient, don't you think? If I were to just bend you over right now... Can you imagine it, Mine? I want you to.” Over Mine's shoulder Daigo watched his fists clench and his thumb dig into his skin, presumably doing as Daigo ordered. “You always look so serious... I wonder if I could change that- maybe I could even make you scream my name. I think I'd like to see that, actually." With that, Daigo leaned back enough to stare at Mine's back with a gentle smile. "I wouldn’t mind thinking of something else, though. I wouldn’t want to be too cruel to you; a little disagreement every now and then wouldn't warrant something so severe anyways.” He reassured their relationship with a sure pat to Mine's shoulder, the firm action and loss of heat on him seemingly shaking Mine out of his stupor.
Attempting to maintain his composure, Mine breathed in deep and prepared a hasty reply. Typically, he was great in maintaining a leveled head, yet as Daigo pulled away after promising such lechery, it was proving to be difficult to keep up his put-together image as he impulsively called out to him. “N-No— if that’s what you need, I’d be happy to indulge you.”
Daigo purposefully let the comment hang in the air for a second, drawing out the moment an uncomfortable amount. He couldn't see Mine's face from where he stood, but he surely would have liked to turn him around to see if his complexion was at all like the deep scarlet Daigo imagined it was. “Are you really willing to do that for me?” A saccharine grin crept onto his lips alongside his innocent tone at Mine's unwavering obedience, moving back in to kiss the sliver of skin that peaked over his suit jacket. “I haven’t had a good fuck in a while: I could end up hurting you.”
“Worrying about me will make no punishment good enough, then. I’d bear anything so long as you were satisfied by the end of it,” Mine spat. While he appeared shy at first, Mine’s conviction came forward more earnestly, undeniably wanting the promised pain Daigo was dangling before him.
The path of their conversation left Daigo dazed as it jumped from an imperative discussion to vulgar flirting, but he would have been a fool to deny himself of being able to go through with his threat- especially when the to-be recipient was barely able to conceal his own obvious desire. “If you want to satisfy me—” With his hand on his hip, Daigo effortlessly flipped Mine onto his back and pressed him against the desk. “Then strip.”
Having been manhandled so suddenly, Mine was left to gape at Daigo while he stood back to watch him, his pretty lips slightly parted while he caught his breath. Unsteady hands moved to unbutton his suit jacket and slip it off, subsequently moving to undo his studded belt and wrangle his tie free from his neck. Daigo continued to hover by him as Mine's pants were next to come undone, the article pooling at his shoes, and with every bit of skin that was exposed to him Daigo could feel his throat become dry. Left in only his dress shirt and briefs, Mine looked up to meet Daigo’s hawkish gaze, fingers beginning to pick at the shirt’s plastic buttons. Before, Mine had been avoiding making eye contact- presumably out of some need to appear ashamed of his willingness. Now that he had been returning Daigo’s leer however, Daigo himself was finding it hard not to fixate on Mine’s body as he gradually revealed it to him, Mine's sensual stare making him unbearably hot under the collar.
The soft fabric, despite elegantly draping to the sides to expose the majority of Mine’s toned muscles, still managed to hide his chest from Daigo. Reaching over to brush the shirt aside, he was given access to one of Mine’s nipples, his thumb unintentionally grazing the nub when moving the cloth out of the way. The light touch was enough to make Mine wince underneath him for what was to come, Daigo's rough hand beginning to marvel the soft, pale skin with a tentative feel. So when Daigo had begun to openly massage his chest more assertively, it came as no surprise that Mine was left to bite his inner lip- to Daigo's disapproval evidently, as he pinched the delicate skin and tsked at his restraint. Mine could only hiss through his teeth at the sharp sensation, stubborn to maintain such reticence.
“Let me hear you,” was Daigo's gruff command. Relaxing his grip, Daigo went back to carefully circling the tender skin, this time Mine exhaling timid, trembling whines with each flick. Hearing Mine’s deep voice sound so meek made the hair on Daigo's skin stand on end, his other hand taking hold of his bare thigh and moving it to the side enough for him to slip in-between. The grip tightened as Daigo firmly pressed his pelvis against Mine's and steadily began rutting their hips together, rocking against the bulge hidden within the dark fabric of Mine's briefs. “Good: that’s better.”
The added pressure to his erection coupled with the occasional tug of his nipple invited Mine to be more wanton about his moaning, tilting his head back to feel his cry vibrate in his throat. His legs would twitch when Daigo would thrust particularly close to the head of his cock, in turn inviting him to buck his hips upward to meet him. His eyes fell shut to concentrate on the pleasure coursing through his body, Mine's quivering hand moving to grab his clothed erection- but Daigo’s own hand was quick to move from his chest to clasp it, causing Mine to peer through an eye to look at him.
Daigo stopped moving to look at him considerably, then directed his gaze to spot the small bottle of hand lotion still on his desk. It was a present from his mother- to protect his hands from getting too cracked and dry from the cold, she warned. Yet as he contemplated it, Daigo felt himself become more embarrassed at the thought that he was going to horribly misuse the thoughtful gift than about actually using it. Getting over his initial embarrassment, he spoke softly as if he was posing a delicate question. “Would you like to touch yourself, Mine?”
His hand held firmly in Daigo’s, Mine’s face flushed as he shut his panting mouth, swallowing his shame as he struggled to look at Daigo directly. When Daigo decided to ask so daintily, it would end up encouraging an equally-demure response from Mine: “Am I allowed to, sir?”
Easing on his wrist, Daigo reached over to grab the small, pink bottle before presenting it to him with an innocuous smile, the smile only doing so much to hide his arousal at the casual call to his authority. “Only if you make a show of it. I’m sure you won’t disappoint me.”
Letting the bottle drop into Mine’s outstretched palm, Daigo stepped back and waited for him to begin, taking a seat on the wooden coffee table in the middle of the room. If only because he was being thoughtful of his approach at first, Mine didn’t hesitate to start his entertainment: sitting up, he brought his knees up to totally slip his pants off around his dress shoes, his briefs following suite. Daigo could feel his blood pulse through his veins as Mine gradually lowered his naked legs and spread them apart, exposing his erect cock to the small room. When Mine uncapped the lotion and poured a generous amount into his hand, Daigo let his eyes wander to marvel at his defined thighs- only before he transferred his attention to Mine’s hand slowly beginning to stroke himself, the cool lotion making his cock glisten in the office's modest light. The delicate wet sound of the lotion slicking against his skin accompanied Mine’s labored breathing as he took the time to pump himself at the base before sliding his hand up to wring his wrist around the tip, restarting the pattern with a stroke down his shaft.
Daigo was right in assuming Mine wouldn’t be anything less than perfect. Although Daigo attempted to put up a calm front, the more he watched Mine whimper and pleasure himself the more he was feeling compelled to get up and do what he promised, his cock straining uncomfortably within his suit pants. Perhaps Mine was aware of his effect on Daigo: hand still lubricated with lotion, he opened his hand over his balls before his fingers ghosted over his ass, middle finger teasing the entrance before letting the tip of the digit disappear inside him. Beforehand, Mine’s performance was rather slow, drawing out the display for both his and Daigo’s enjoyment. Yet once he was knuckle-deep within himself, the digit finally brushing over his prostate, Mine couldn’t help his back from arching as he sought to feel the sensation again. The lone digit curled against the spot until a second one was poised to join once Mine was able to stimulate it consistently, rendering whatever reservations he clutched onto useless as Mine began to finger himself without abandon. His jaw falling slack to let out a low moan, the scene was borderline hypnotic as Daigo found himself leaning closer, focusing on the way the muscles in his hand moved under his skin as he fervently fucked himself- on Daigo's desk, no less. He nearly missed Mine’s plea amongst his gasping, distracted by the alluring way the white lotion dripped down his ass.
“C-Chairman, this isn’t enough,” he began, letting his desperate pumping slow into a languid pace. “With all due respect, sir, please…” Despite it all, he remained hesitant to be explicit, making Daigo bite the inside of his cheek. It was unfair how Mine had the natural ability to be so gallant and yet so cute all at once- a nd while his determination to hang on to any semblance of professionalism was beyond endearing, it had Daigo selfishly eager to break it at the same time.
Getting up from his improvised seat, Daigo hastily unbuttoned and discarded his suit jacket behind him, his belt clattering to the floor soon after; he was prepared to let Mine writhe a while longer, yet hearing his urgency was exposing to himself just how desperate he was to get on with things as well. Because Daigo had moved so intently, Mine had barely been able to remove his hand from himself before Daigo was on top of him, holding the back of his head upwards so that his hungry lips could have a taste of Mine’s. When he did, he found his plush lips to be a welcomed contrast to Daigo's chapped ones, Daigo sighing in-between kisses as he pecked along his jaw. Feeling Daigo nudge his jaw with his nose, Mine exposed his neck to him as his continued his trail of kisses, paying especial attention to the small beauty mark under his ear with a nip. As he sucked and kissed the spot, he could hear his heavy breath against Mine's neck, Mine himself exhaling a series of soft pants as a hand moved to hold Daigo's scalp close. With one more bite to his neck, Daigo moved back to capture Mine's mouth, easily becoming absorbed by the faint trace of coffee on Mine’s tongue and the subdued taste of honey chap stick.
It was difficult for Daigo not to be enamored by Mine, yet it made it simultaneously arduous to properly focus on removing the rest of his clothes. While his hand blindly fumbled with his trousers and briefs, he couldn't refrain from feeling Mine's erect cock pressing on his stomach, decidedly giving it a few quick strokes before returning his attention to his clothes. His calloused hand easily drew out a pleased gasp from Mine amidst their kiss, the sound tugging a smirk at the side of Daigo's mouth at once. However, as soon as felt cold air grace his skin he pulled back, looking at Mine with a salacious gaze. Captivated by the small trail of saliva still clinging to the corner of Mine's mouth, Daigo ran his tongue along the same spot on his own face, hoping to savor any remnants of Mine still on his lips. “Turn around- now.”
Momentarily sliding off the table to do as such after Daigo retracted, Mine abided wordlessly bent over the desk and rested his face against his forearm without a moment to spare. Despite his body demanding he waste no time in taking Mine for his own, Daigo opted to savor him, pressing the tip of his prick against Mine’s ready ass and steadily sliding it in and out as he steadied himself on the small of his back. Whatever prepping Mine thought he did didn’t appear to be sufficient enough, arching his back in hopes to feel more of Daigo's girth stretch him with a hiss. Despite how euphoric Mine's tight ass felt around his neglected cock, Daigo reciprocated his action with a firm smack with his other hand and elicited from him a startled noise. “Be patient, I want to enjoy you for as long as I can.”
By all means, Daigo meant that as his thrusts were long and slow, only every so often burying himself deep into Mine and grinding against him before nearly pulling out to torture him with more delayed thrusting. Despite Mine’s groaning against the table telling Daigo he was enjoying himself to an extent, the growl that came from him communicated he wanted more. “You’re going too slow—”
Another hard slap onto Mine’s ass reduced his complaint to a yelp as Daigo leaned over him, soon after rubbing to soothe the spot as he continued his pace. “I told you: be patient, Mine.”
With two strikes lashed onto him, Mine’s harsh tone submitted into a haughty mutter. “F-Forgive me. I’m just not sure I can last like this…” Mine's submissive shift was steadily becoming a power Daigo was excited to find he could manipulate; it appeared to come naturally to Daigo how he was able to subdue Mine's domineering behavior, and having him so willingly bend to his command was introducing him to a new high.
“Didn’t you say you would endure whatever so long as I was satisfied? Because I’d be glad to tell you that hearing you beg makes me happy.” Removing his hand from holding Mine still, he tangled it into his neat hair and pulled him back enough to whisper against the shell of his ear. “If you ask nicely, I won’t hesitate fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
Mine’s body became rigid at the proposition, sucking in his breath through clenched teeth. “Chairman…”
Releasing his hair, Mine's cheek fell onto his arm again while Daigo continued his easy tempo. Seemingly defeated, he gave Mine's backside a courteous pat, solidifying his insincerity when he rut deep inside him to prod that tender spot again. “You've gone quiet: does this mean you're going to be good now and—”
“Please fuck me, sir.” The outburst made Daigo stop, his cock twitching inside Mine as he mentally replayed what he said.
“What was that?” He wasn’t sure what he heard was real, but whether it was or not he was dead set on hearing Mine use such crude language again.
“Fuck. Me,” he repeated, the vulgarity unfamiliar to his tongue. Mine was already hiking one leg onto the table to give Daigo better access to him, his ardor coming in full swing with a crack in his voice. “If I have to beg, I will. Just stop drawing this out- please. Make me your whore and—”
Daigo was hardly listening to Mine anymore, his words more than enough to make Daigo's cheeks burn as he was set on fulfilling his wish; he had succeeded in getting him to break, and the wait was well worth it to see Mine’s flushed face look back at him with pathetic eyes. Gripping Mine’s propped-up leg, Daigo jerked his hips forward without anymore prudence, reveling in the harsh sound of hot skin smacking against hot skin as he felt his cock hammer inside him. Daigo still allowed himself quick, short thrusts on occasion, but he was far more generous with ramming back into Mine again and again, ultimately rewarded with Mine muffling his moans into his arm as he bounced against him. Even so, he could faintly hear cries of his given name intermingled with curses, at last dropping all honorifics.
The pleasure of feeling Mine’s needy body around him and the clattering of the desk rattling was the perfect combination to submerge Daigo in absolute bliss, the head of his dick tingling with ecstasy the rougher he pounded into Mine's warm body. Instead of watching his cock pump in and out of him, Daigo tore his gaze from Mine's reddened ass to watch his face, his stoic expression now twisted in ecstasy as he attempted to look over his shoulder to watch Daigo fuck him. His lustful eyes were soon to shut as one of his hands reached under him, focusing on hastily jerking himself again in rhythm with the aggressive buck of Daigo’s hips. That very same aggression jostled Mine around, his rough strokes combined with the lotion making holding onto his pulsing prick troublesome as he would be left to frantically reclaim himself and start pumping again when he'd slip off.
It didn’t take long for Daigo to feel his balls tighten and the head of his cock feel painfully sensitive as he watched Mine totally unravel beneath him. He couldn’t muster up a coherent warning, instead digging his nails into Mine's hips as he let out a deep groan before cumming, his powerful thrusts weakening the more he milked himself. Feeling Daigo fill Mine with himself had caused him to follow after him not long after, his own climax accompanied by a sharp intake of breath as he spilled himself onto the desk’s pristine mahogany. Nearly emptying himself, his fingers became coated in the remnants of his cum as he lazily drained every drop from his cock, the last of it beginning to dribble down his shaft and onto the carpeted floor. The two of them could only pant against each other as they came down from their ecstasy, Daigo having to will himself to pull out of Mine and watch his cum run down his thighs in the process. That seemed to give Mine unofficial permission to absolutely collapse onto the desk, his exhausted body lying flat on the surface while he only needed a few deep breaths to regulate his breathing again.
Their joined breathing was all that preoccupied the air for some time, but eventually Daigo would lean on the table to balance himself and his wobbly legs. He weakly looked over to Mine who was all too ready to meet his look through exhausted eyes. “...Do you trust me to handle things now?"
For a second, Mine looked at him with confused, furrowed brows. But a look of recognition flashed onto his face before he shut his eyes and pressed his face on the wood: it was an awkward way to be reminded of their prior discussion, but Mine gave a simple nod regardless. “Mhm,” was his hoarse reply, Mine coughing in an attempt to fix the rough timbre. “I would like to meet next week after you’ve met with Amagi-san, though. I think it would benefit us both if I was kept up to date on matters concerning him until this is absolutely resolved.”
Even if Daigo wasn’t much better, it still brought out a chuckle from him to hear Mine try to behave normally after what they had done- after what he had said- as if him being practically naked on his desk and covered in cum wasn't enough. Still, Daigo forced himself to stand up straight and grin. “Sure. So long as you don’t do things behind my back, I’ll keep you updated on family business from now on.”
That was all Mine needed to hear before he gave another drained nod: his efficient facade could only last so long after that performance, his head slacking to the side as he sought a few moments to rest. Daigo knew he was going to have to clean up both the office and themselves at some point, but as of then he was more than ready to let Mine take a few moments to relax: he wasn't entirely sure he would ever see such an oddity again if he didn't.