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The night air was cool as Sagawa softly exhaled smoke, leaning on the balcony outside of Majima’s dinky apartment. He laughed to himself, wondering how many times he’d suggested to Majima that he could get a bigger place than this with the shit tons of money he made, but he was always insistent on leaving barely anything to his paycheck and delivering the rest to Sagawa. It was almost cute how hard he was trying to get back into the yakuza, and into his kyoudai’s good graces.
His cigarette finished, he entered the apartment quietly, stepping out of his shoes and shrugging out of his jacket, loosening his tie. Normally, Majima would be complaining loudly about the visit (though later being loud for a different reason entirely), but this time, Sagawa was only met with gentle snores. He smirked, shuffling over to where Majima lay, tucked under the blanket on the futon where Sagawa had left him.
“Hey there, sleeping beauty.” He casually unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants as he said it, kneeling down beside him. “Guess you had a bit too much to drink tonight.”
No reply. Of course not, Sagawa hadn’t expected one, caressing Majima’s face. It was nice seeing him like this. No aggravated wrinkle to his brow, no locked jaw, no snide, sarcastic comments. His youth really shone through as he slept peacefully.
“You know,” Sagawa began, his thumb running over the bottom of Majima’s lips contemplatively, “I’m surprised at you. You didn’t even check the drinks I’d been givin’ you tonight. Either you’ve let your guard down, or you wanted this to happen.” His thumb pressed those lips open, watching how they parted for him.
The ever perceptive Lord of the Night, missing a little slipup like a drugged drink? What if a customer had done that to one of his girls? He’d be in a world of pain for letting it happen on his watch.
Lucky that Sagawa was there to teach him these valuable lessons, being the kind and venerable boss he was.
Hah, who was he kidding.
It wasn’t long before Sagawa’s cock was sliding past those dozing lips, having positioned his mouth open to take him. He chuckled under his breath at the sight below him, shallowly pumping in until he got a good angle, pressing in all the way.
His hand brushed away stray locks of hair, pushing off his eyepatch in the process. He’d seen the scar before, of course; though to view his whole face speared on his cock… It was intimate, it was a level he’d not gotten to with Majima before.
“You look good like this, tiger.” He took a good fistful of Majima's hair, thrusting into his mouth ruthlessly, listening to the sounds of Majima choking around him, yet still unconscious.
He could chase his finish here, but Sagawa wasn't done having his fun yet. He wipes his precum-stained tip on Majima's face, moving back to flip the covers off from him. Sagawa had already done the honor of undressing him earlier, running a hand over Majima's scarred and tattooed flesh.
He climbed on top of Majima, his hands smoothing over that hourglass waist, up and down, heat coiling inside Sagawa's fucked up little heart. He's not Shimano's right now, no, he's mine, he thought, fingers digging into him, diving his mouth into Majima's neck to leave marks that would be seen in the morning.
His mouth trailed down, and down, down. Parting Majima's legs, Sagawa settled between them, prodding his fingers into the slickened entrance there.
"Mm, you always were quite a slut, but you're really wet down here, Majima-chan… you're havin' some good dreams, hm?" He curled and scissored him open with his fingers, smirking when he got Majima's unconscious body to shudder lightly with pleasure.
Sagawa clicked his tongue, not satisfied that Majima was open enough to him yet, withdrawing his fingers with a sigh. He glanced up at the young man’s slumbering face, thought sliding into place as he positioned his mouth over his hole. Wasn’t Sagawa such a caring man, to give his ward pleasure first over his own? A conscious Majima would certainly be surprised, to say the least, as his tongue delved into his cunt, devouring.
His hands gripped bruisingly into tattooed thighs, the essence of Majima slathered on his face as he continued his brutal onslaught, heart rate picking up as he heard his sleepy little slut whimper. Sounding so fucking beautiful, even drugged as he was. Sagawa could feel him beginning to convulse, the orgasm incoming, quickly raising his mouth to suck on that poor, neglected clit. It drove Majima over the edge, his thighs tightening almost dangerously around Sagawa’s head, body flopping helplessly in the throes of it.
The desire to possess Majima overwhelmed him, the thought that Sagawa alone could have this god damn pussy any time, day or night, drove him absolutely crazy with lust. He pried those gorgeous long legs from him, positioning those gangly limbs to line his cock up with that pink, winking pussy. When he sank inside, it was absolutely heavenly, hot and tight around him. It brought an unbidden moan slipping out of him.
He hunched over Majima, his gaze eating up the perfect picture below him as he began to thrust, watching him jostle beneath him. Majima’s mouth was agape, drooling his precum from earlier; Sagawa shoved his fingers in there, not allowing him to waste a single drop of him, delighting in the way his mouth almost instinctively sucked on him.
“Why can’t you be more like this when you’re awake, tiger? Afraid of letting this old man know how much you like him ruining you?” He laughed, slowing his pace for a moment to run his now spit-slickened hand almost lovingly - obsessively - through Majima’s hair, before tugging on it to expose his throat. He bit and sucked on the sensitive flesh there, his rhythm staggering as his cunt pulsed around him.
When he shifted Majima to get a better position, he felt a warm trickle at their joined flesh, glancing down. What he saw was almost enough to drive him over the edge - the slut was pissing himself. Majima came so hard in his sleep he couldn’t hold it, all the drinks that Sagawa had fed him obviously bringing itself to light now.
A nicer Sagawa would have pulled out and given sleeping beauty a pretty morning facial - but nice Sagawa wasn’t here right now, and he slammed himself as far as he could go, spilling himself deep inside. These were Majima’s consequences now, after letting his owner drug and fuck him silly.
The older man panted heavily, unwilling to separate until his cock had gone soft, withdrawing to see the mess they’d made. The futon was beyond saving, wet with piss and cum. Majima had finally stopped pissing somewhere along the way, his face flush from the effort of multiple orgasms.
Sagawa patted Majima’s face affectionately, like one would a dog who’s been good, a chuckle spilling out. “You’re so fucking pretty, baby boy. And you’re all mine.”
Like any good owner, he stood up to clean up the mess his pet made.