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This morning, as Hamura was styling his hair, a strand of white hair caught his eye. He had to accept the fact only when it wouldn't vanish no matter how he changed the angle. Without hesitation, Hamura pulled it off, only to find more white locks underneath. He sighed lightly and made a mental note to buy hair dye later that day.
He should meet Kuroiwa tonight. During the day, Hamura was busy at the Matsugane office with all sorts of trifles, but he had to pull it all together for his side job. Side job it was, but it was for the family, after all. All sorts of shits needed money these days, and Hamura even considered the possibility that it was his busy life that caused his hair to turn white.
After stepping outside of the office, he went to the store for the hair dye first. On the recommendation of the shop assistant, he purchased the conditioner -- even though he really douted the necessity. By the time he reached the appointed back alley, Kuroiwa's black figure already leaning against the wall, impatience seeping out of his body.
"You are late."
With the hood covering his face, Hamura could still feel Kuroiwa's gaze piercing through his body. He tried his best to suppress a shiver, and passed the bag from his left hand to his right subconsciously. As he strided towards Kuroiwa, Hamura lowered his voice, "Just cut to the chase, big deal this time." As if not hearing it, the man in black suddenly grabbed his wrist and lifted it, along with the shopping bag, to his eyes.
"Hair dye?" Kuroiwa chuckled through his nose, let go of Hamura's wrist and finally cuted the conversation back to the deal.
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After discussing all the details, Hamura finally got to return to his apartment and sit on his sofa, but the busy day wasn't over yet. Fumbling through the bag, he hold out the box of hair dye and began to read the instructions when a crack came from the door.
Hamura fetched his gun immediately and hid beside the door. The door opened slowly, revealing the flawless face of Kuroiwa's.
Breathed a sigh of relief, the man with the gun in hand pintched the bridge of his nose, "What are you doing here? You should notice me first. "
"Really? That's all the welcome I can get? " The exaggeration in Kuroiwa's tone made his head ache even more. "I'm here to help."
"Help?"
"Seems you're struggling with the hair dye, aren't you? Out of the goodness of my heart, I'm here to lend a hand." And he even held out a hand to emphasize his point.
"How--whatever, have it your way."Kuroiwa always knew how to get under his skin, but today he was just too tired to have the strength to play along. With a wave of his hand, Hamura turned to the bathroom.
Kuroiwa picked up the pistol that Hamura had placed on the sink and made a show of toying with it, while Hamura was busy with the hair dye box. Leaning against the bathroom door frame, Kuroiwa's eyes fixed on Hamura, "You can go and get changed, I'll help you with all the supplies." Hamura raised an eyebrow at Kuroiwa, who then put on a fake smile, "You don't want your white suit to turn black, do you?" Hamura left the bathroom without a word, handing the hair dye to the "doorman" as he passed the door.
When he headed back, Kuroiwa was in his black raincoat - he probably didn't want to ruin his suit too - and already had everything settled, there's even a chair in the bathroom. Kuroiwa hummed at his bare torso, seemed a little surprised, and Hamura didn't miss the opportunity to mock. "My shirt is black doesn't mean he wanna take the dye."
"Very well, now please take a seat."
Standing behind him, Kuroiwa wrapped the plastic sheet around his neck and shoulders, a little bit tight but just enough for Hamura to breathe. He made a noise of discomfort, ignored of course.
"Oops, I almost forgot, we need to wash off the gel you're wearing."
"…You better not be doing this on purpose."
After helping Hamura to get rid of the sheet, Kuroiwa took the shower head and told the other man to bend over. With his head hovering above the sink, Hamura held his hands on both thighs to steady himself. Testing the temperature on his own hand first, Kuroiwa moved the shower head to wet Hamura's hair.
"Hot?"
"'S fine."
"Good."
Kuroiwa's fingers ran through Hamura's hair too gently, and the pads massaged his scalp just the way he liked it, which almost drove some gratitude out of Hamura. When the water stopped running, he missed it somehow, but he would never admit it, to Kuroiwa, or even to himself.
"Now please have a seat, again."
As Kuroiwa was drying his hair, those tender fingers came back to kiss his scalp. The mixture of noise and tenderness made him dizzy. A sudden stop of the dryer made the bathroom extra quiet, but then the rustle of plastic broke the silence. Tight sheet around Hamura's neck again, and shortly after he could feel Kuroiwa slowly smearing some cream on his hair. Exhaustion, tenderness, and slowness somehow made Hamura's mind float away and he eventrally fell in sleep in the chair.
He woke up to find Kuroiwa standing before him, checking his phone, "Ten minutes. Twenty to go." As he gradually regained consciousness, Hamura found that his wrists were tied together behind his back, yanked it in vain, and he fully woke up.
"What the -"
The last word went straight into Kuroiwa's mouth, catching Hamura by surprise and he even forgot to react. Kuroiwa broke the "kiss" and patted Hamura on the cheek, "I said I'm here to help, you just need to sit back and relax." And those gentle hands were starting to head down deliberately, brushing ever so lightly against his chest, sending a shiver down his spine. Hamura's gaze followed those hands down, anticipation devouring him. Not until Kuroiwa hooked a finger into his waistband did he realise that it was his belt that bound his wrists. The button was undone, the zip was pulled open, exposing the already too obvious bulge, which Kuroiwa palmed with just enough pressure and Hamura could barely hold back a moan.
"Hmm, a little shy, huh?"
Kuroiwa stroked a few times more, then pulled Hamura's boxer down a bit to free his half hard cock. Gave the head a kiss first and licked the slit feather light, he could feel Hamura's thigh muscles tighten under his touch. Kuroiwa raised his head to watch Hamura's face while stroking his cock to full hardness. He fully took the scene in: Hamura's teeth grinding, brows knitting, breath hitching, chest heaving, Kuroiwa savoured it like a vampire drinking blood. Decided that was enough of admiration for now, Kuroiwa lolled out his tongue and took the head in, after adjusting to a better position, he began to bob in rhythm, with a hand stroking in symphony. As Hamura's breath fastening, Kuroiwa slowly lowered his head to swallow deeper and stopped just above the base, a few breath through the nose, he started to move again. All of Hamura's blood rushed to his groin and he could feel the tension building up there, a bit more stimulation was all it took for him to--
A ringing masked all the obscene sound and Kuroiwa stopped all of a sudden, which surprised Hamura for the nth time tonight.
"Oh, time's up, I've got another head to take care of." Kuroiwa tucked Hamura's cock back into his boxer and zipped up his pants.
"What the fuck?"
Kuroiwa just stood up and then untied his wrists, "Come, time to wash off the dye."
Unwillingly, Hamura got up and walked towards the sink. Standing besides him, Kiroiwa's clothed cock brushed against his hip. "You filthy…" Hamura hissed. "I'll take that as a praise."
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By the time they were done with the dyeing, Hamura was back in the chair and his cock had softened a bit. Kuroiwa freed it from the layers and brought it back to hardness.
"Poor little thing, craving more attention."
"The 'thing' is anything but little."
"Cocky."
Kuroiwa took the length all in one go without gaging and pumped a few times and it brought Hamura to climax. His groan was muffled by his own hand which coved his mouth as his spend shot right down Kuroiwa's throat.
Still panting heavily, Hamura saw Kuroiwa putting on his raincoat.
"Leaving? What about you?" He pointed his head at the other's bulge.
"So thoughtful, I'm almost touched. But I think you should rest for the night. You can make it up to me next time."
And the door slammed shut, leaving Hamura in his chair, blaming himself for letting Kuroiwa take control again.