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You know when you anticipate something and you think you are ready for it, but when it happens, it hits you harder than anything?
That was Ren, at this very moment.
It had been a couple of weeks since they last met. Texting and teasing was part of Ren's routine, but nothing, nothing could have prepared him for that. Seeing someone in person was exhilarating, which was his case when he encountered the moonlight blue orbs once again.
Masato was standing far away from him with a circle of seemingly important people. Camus was obviously by his side and was the one talking to the guests the most. The dark haired one was sipping in his champagne, elegantly replying with a proud smile. The collection was released today, and Nuphar decided to throw a party to celebrate it. From the looks of it, everyone in the room was beyond pleased, and Ren could imagine how relieving and important it was for Masato.
As if from the script of a movie, Masato, accidentally deviating his sight from the circle, locked with Ren's bright eyes, who was (unwillingly) gazing at him from the bar. He gave a discreet smile and excused himself from the group, leaving the responsibility to Camus.
At every step he took, Ren's heart beat with anxiety, but he knew he had to put up a facade to hide his excitement. Masato walked by his side and asked the bartender for another glass of champagne.
Ren turned to him and smirked. “Have I met you before?” He asked teasingly, scanning Masato's flawless outfit and settling back to his eyes.
Thanking the bartender, he took the glass and replied, “I don't know. There are pictures of you all over the room wearing the clothes of my brand.” Then sipped. “Maybe it's just pure coincidence.”
The ginger laughed and placed his hand on top of the other's wrist, pausing just to gaze at the other's presence. “Hey.”
Blushing quite faintly, Masato turned his head and met his eyes. “Hey.”
“Seems like you got some nice feedback.”
“Yeah.”
“Congratulations. The collection looked amazing.”
“Thank you, Jinguji,” Masato said in pure honesty. He drank a little more and recalled his previous conversation. “Some brands have their eyes on you, too.”
The other couldn't help but smirk and scoot closer to Masato. “Are you jealous, Hijirikawa?”
Masato tried to keep his unfazed expression. Albeit a little true, he wouldn't want Ren to bask in the glory. “I don't need to be jealous when someone has his own eyes on me the entire time, do I?”
Ren only laughed at how confident Masato seemed to be. He, then, eyed his manager, surrounded by some key figures. As much as Ren would have liked to stay, he knew he couldn't lose the opportunity. Looking back at Masato, he tugged him closer and whispered, “Room 143 at the Four Seasons, after the party. Can you do it?”
Masato only had some time to think before Ren murmured, “I miss your tight ass.”
Before things could get worse, Masato replied, “You're unbelievable.” And Ren knew he meant he would be there, so he just winked and walked away.
***
Ren didn't even have time to remove his suit and put on a robe before he heard a knock. And it wasn't followed by “room service”. Well, that was fast.
He quickly took his blazer off, undid his tie and opened the first buttons of his shirt, then walked to the door to open it, giving his signature smile.
Masato looked at him and hid a smile by lowering his head and passing by Ren.
“How was the rest of the event, Hijirikawa?” Ren eye-scanned him from bottom to top, noticing how he slowly and seductively he undid his own tie. There was no business between them behind closed doors.
Messing up his hair, Masato met the model halfway. “Tiring, stressful... Good?” He voiced as his hands, almost automatically, unbuttoned the rest of Ren's shirt.
Ren's eyes followed his actions, keeping his erratic excitement at bay. He brought his own hands to encompass Masato's, preventing him to go further and looked at his quite sleepy expression. “We have all night,” he murmured and planted a quick kiss on his lips. “Go lie on the bed, underwear-only and face-down.”
Masato cocked an eyebrow, but still complied – too tired to ask. What Ren didn't expect was how his date (he had taken the liberty to call it as such) could tease with just removing clothes. The blazer, the shirt, the belt... and the pants. Ren's eyes were definitely glued to Masato, taking in everything. As time went by, the thought of Masato being indirectly his boss faded together with his garments. Well, needless to say that his own pants were now a little too tight.
But he had something else in mind, for now.
Waltzing towards the large bed, one thing could stand out amidst the white sheets. Masato's black underwear was definitely fit – really fit – to his ass. What a day to be alive. Ren ran his hands on the back of the other's pale thighs, fingertips finding their way under Masato's undergarment to finally grab what's important. A yelp escaped Masato, and Ren bit down his lip at how endearing it was.
“Shh,” the model silenced him gently, as he removed his hands and climbed, kneeling between his hips.
“What are you doing?” Masato uncovered his face out of the pillow, frowning but not exactly discontent.
“Can you just, for one holy second, trust me?” The ginger sighed, running his hands slowly over the planes of Masato's back.
In response, he just hummed and buried his head again against the pillow.
Ren's palms reached for his shoulders, now kneading the hard muscle. “Does it hurt? You're tense.”
“It's good,” Masato muttered almost inaudibly, keeping his eyes shut and enjoying the smooth feeling.
Ren's knuckles, then, massaged the area by his spine, slowly and gently. Taking advantage of how Masato seemed relaxed now, he asked, “What time do you have to go back tomorrow?”
“Are you telling me to stay the night?”
Sharp as always.
Ren dipped his head close to Masato's, approaching his ear. “Do you not want to?”
He didn't miss Masato's eyebrows furrowing. “I have a meeting at noon at the office.”
Ren hummed, smiling against Masato's cheek. “Great.” His hands continued to feel every inch of Masato's back, feeling how his muscles relaxed under the pads of his fingers and of his palms.
Minutes weaved other minutes, but the time stood still for Ren. Nothing aside from the room (or the bed) mattered.
“Do you––”The rest of Ren's sentence died as his eyes met Masato's sleeping face. His expression was relaxed and his breathing was calm, something so angelical that waking him up would probably be illegal. Ren smiled and drew back his hands, even if Masato's back unconsciously shifted as if seeking for them.
As he got up to remove his belt, he realized that even if they had slept together once, he didn't want Masato to think he had taken advantage of him during the night. He resorted to keeping his clothes on and lying back on the bed quietly. Pulling the plush blanket from the end of the bed, he covered Masato's naked body.
His mind started to wander further, asking himself why and how everything happened, why couldn't he treat Masato as all the hook-ups he had had, why didn't he just get on with the sex instead of offering a massage, why did he care so much.
Sewing words of love together was easy – you didn't have to mean them. He lost count of the amount of times he had exchanged them with his partners, obviously being one-sided. But when seeing Masato, he didn't want to talk about love. He didn't love Masato. He couldn't.
Then why was he there, now? Why did he feel as if he were tied to him? The work was definitely one reason, but there was more.
In Ren's eyes, if he loved Masato, they would be fucking at this moment. If he loved Masato, he would be telling him that.
But in Ren's eyes, he could only see the reflection of the other's sleeping expression.
But in Ren's eyes, his sight became darker and darker, falling asleep to the thought of how Masato didn't deserve those foolish words.
***
Masato woke up to a dark room, lit by a faint light of a desk lamp and the heaving of his own head. He had crawled closer to a fully clothed Ren, his cheek resting on top of his chest. He detached himself slowly, blushing at how close they were, at how seemingly okay it felt.
The room was definitely not so cold, and that was when he noticed that he was still undressed, but covered with a blanket. The clock read 4:41am. So nothing had happened between them, and Masato felt a little disappointed. His body was definitely better, though.
He could see that Ren was frowning a little in his sleep, probably not having a good dream.
Ren had taken care of him, and he hadn't even asked for it. Ren just noticed how tired he was. Masato felt bad for thinking ill of him in the beginning, thinking of him as careless and purely selfish.
Unconsciously, he brought himself close to Ren and kissed his lips once, twice, softly. He trailed to his throat and to his collarbone, nuzzling into his neck as his hand traveled south. Masato felt Ren shift in his sleep, so he continued. He wanted him to wake up to a good feeling, just like he had. Masato cupped Ren's clothed member, gently massaging as it slowly grew harder.
Opening his eyes, Ren woke up to the closeness of Masato's face and a situation between his legs.
“Hijirikawa?” His voice was sleepy and husky, threading his fingers in his tousled hair.
“What time is your flight?” Masato asked in the sweetest tone, despite groping Ren a bit harder.
“I... uh,” Ren was still out of it, confused. “At one. Why?” As soon as he asked, a loud and breathy hiss escaped his lips when Masato pressed harder. Now he was definitely aware of everything, and Masato wasn't so sleepy anymore apparently.
No questions were asked when Masato had positioned himself between Ren's legs, undoing his fly and pulling everything down, freeing Ren's cock of the confines. The ginger kept his hands in the other's dark locks, as Masato's tongue lapped the length of his shaft. Masato focused on licking the area, before moving up and gently sucking the head. Ren threw his head back hard, tightening his grip on the executive's hair.
“Jinguji.” Masato called, one hand working the length of his cock. Ren's head shot up and their eyes met, and Masato didn't need to say more. He didn't want Ren to look or think of anything else aside from what was happening in front of him.
Masato's mouth latched at the top of his member, looking at Ren as he brought the warmth deeper into his mouth. The pad of his thumb worked between his balls, coercing more stimulation, as his head bobbed up and down, taking his time to suck. Whenever he reached the top, Masato made sure to press his tongue against the slit, making Ren groan louder.
Suddenly, he decided to go even deeper, testing his boundaries as the tip of Ren's cock hit the back of his throat, contracting around the head.
All the while, Ren was staring, incredulous as if Masato had been born to suck. The other's mouth worked so wonderfully, tongue and sucking alternating in a smooth rhythm. Heat started to gather on his groin, and he felt impossibly close to the edge.
“Fuck, Hijiri–– Fuck, stop, I'm gonna––” Ren stuttered, trying to get Masato off of him. Masato pulled away, panting with reddened lips, both pairs of blue orbs tightly glued together. “Come here.” He beckoned in a raspy voice.
Masato crawled up, straddling his hips and met Ren halfway in a kiss. Soft in the beginning, Ren's tongue parted the other's lips and deepened the kiss, tongues swirling in unison. It quickly became messy and needy, both of them rutting against each other. Ren abruptly pulled back and rolled positions, pinning a flushed Masato against the bed.
“God. Fuck––” He cursed under his breath before dipping his head to suck at Masato's neck, making sure to mark him nicely. Well, fall was just around the corner and scarves existed for a reason. “I will never be able to look at your lips again and not think of how you were born to suck my cock.”
Masato only groaned, hiding a quite shameful whimper. “You're quite full of yourself.” He teased.
Ren raised a brow and smirked. “Are you telling me you suck other people off?”
Masato frowned. “I said you're quite full of yourself.” He didn't go out and sleep with random people, mainly due to his title. He wasn't so sure about Ren, however, and thoughts other than warmth were starting to cloud his mind.
Ren picked up the change in Masato's expression quite quickly and for some reason, he had a clue of what Masato might had thought at the moment.
But he didn't want to talk about it. Not now. So he just kissed the column of Masato's neck, breathing into it. “Don't, okay? Just... not right now,” he whispered, before trailing kisses from his throat all the way down to his hips, stopping right in front of the other's dampened underwear. He looked one more time at Masato before removing the fabric, allowing his hardness to spring free.
Ren kissed the tip before licking the length all the way down, lapping at one of his balls. He allowed himself to stimulate him a little, playing with his sac until his cock couldn't help but pour more precome.
“You're teasing too much, J–Jinguji,” Masato stuttered between ragged moans.
Ren smirked against his skin and hummed. “Then fold and hold your legs for me, boss.”
Masato tsked and did as told, while Ren reached for the lube inside a necessaire. Nope, he didn't bring it all the way to Paris knowing that this would happen. Not at all. The ginger then bit the length of the inside of Masato's thigh, leaving faint red marks in their wake. Pouring a generous amount of oil, he reached for the entrance and breached it slowly, almost excruciatingly so. He drank in the sight of the changes of expression on Masato's face, to the point of slightly opening his mouth together with him. It was so tight, and damn, did Ren miss that.
Ren's own cock was too wet between his legs, twitching as Masato contracted at the second intruding finger. He just needed to be inside, but he couldn't deny that watching Masato unravel in front of him was worth it. It was so worth it that Ren purposefully sought after the prostate, and when he did, Masato let out a loud, genuine moan and tried to hide his flushed face into the pillow.
A third finger now, and both men were shivering, needy and craving.
“You're so tight, even with three inside, Hijirikawa.”
Before Masato could get back at him, Ren had pulled out and reached for the condom on top of the nightstand. Almost intuitively, Masato cupped and stopped his hand, giving him a look.
“Are you clean?” He asked, quite in a serious yet hopeful tone.
Ren's eyes widened, heart beating even faster. Fuck, just the thought of it almost made him come.
“I... Yeah? Yes,” he replied, still fazed at the situation. “Yeah,” he repeated quietly to himself, putting the condom aside. “You?”
Masato just nodded, and Ren placed his calves on top of his shoulders, not tearing their sights away from each other. Ren poured the liquid on top of his cock, the coldness of it making it even more exciting. Stroking his shaft, he positioned himself and slowly entered Masato.
Nothing felt so warm, so good, so tight when the head of his cock slipped inside.
“I'm–– Fuck–– Fuck,” Ren tried to warn but he couldn't stop it early enough, body trembling as he released his load inside Masato. He couldn't help it though, from the previous blowjob and the unpredicted situation. Ren pulsed, emptying himself as he watched Masato shiver and grind against the tip.
He would be ashamed for coming so early and unwillingly, but he never said the fun would end there, did he? Ren pulled out and watched the come gather at the puckered entrance, but quickly stroking himself and gathering the fluid with the tip of his cock, before slowly entering him once again.
Masato, on his side, was speechless at the scene. He didn't know how such an awkward situation became so hot, how Ren wanted to be inside of him as much as Masato missed the feeling.
“We have all night, remember?” Ren said smugly, plunging deeper by folding Masato in half and reaching for his lips in a kiss. When he bottomed out, he couldn't help but whisper, “How does it feel now? To have my come all inside you as I fuck you nice and good?”
“Looks like someone was eager,” Masato avoided, before hissing as Ren started thrusting slowly in response.
“Yeah, I've been thinking about this when we texted, Hijirikawa,” Ren said, voice dripping lust, as he kissed his way to his ear. “You know, thinking about you with my come inside the morning after, about how your ass begged for it.”
“God, Jinguji,” Masato moaned, meeting his thrusts eagerly.
“Yeah, you can feel it, right?” He smirked, shoving deeper and dragging back slowly to make his point. Ren could see how hard Masato was trying to keep his voice at bay, so he just murmured, “Let it out,” before kissing him hard and deep. His tongue explored every inch of Masato's warmth, lips moving against his soft and plush ones, as his hips never once stopped. Just as if on purpose, he bucked them from down–up to brush against his prostate, and Masato's throat let out another loud moan escape, this time luckily muffled by their kissing.
With one hand supporting himself, Ren's free one latched on Masato's perked bud, mindlessly fumbling with it as he increased his pace. Masato's body contracted and precome started to pool on top his stomach. “Sensitive,” he teased. “Can you come with just me sucking here?”
Masato didn't answer, he didn't need to because Ren was already onto it, moving from kissing to sucking his nipple hard, pulling it and twirling his tongue around. He pulled back a bit and blew air on it softly, the cold making Masato's nipple stand even more prominently.
“Jinguji–– Just––” He tried to reach for his weeping cock, but Ren held him back.
“No,” he groaned. “No touching.”
Masato just let out a high-pitched moan at that and kept moving against Ren's relentless thrusting. It wasn't enough, and perhaps this was what Ren was looking for – good stimulation but not enough, making the executive tremble in desperation.
“Your nipples are so sensitive, Hijirikawa,” he changed his aim and sought for the other side, sucking hard and loud. “What if I were to tease them in public? Would they get as hard in front of your employees?” Ren's voice was soft yet devilish, a smirk at the edge of his lips when he propped his head to look at Masato. The latter's breathing was heavy and his entire upper body was flushed with a faint red tint. “All perked up and visible through your tight shirt? Answer me.” He said firmly, pulling out of Masato, leaving just the tip inside.
Masato just rolled his hips, reflexively seeking for more and moaned, “You'll...” He huffed and furrowed his brows, lowering his tone. “You'll have to see it for –– Ah –– yourself.”
Ren's grin grew wider, and he teased the entrance before slamming inside, full on the sweet spot. That was when everything went blank for Masato, and man, what a picture. He arched his back as he unraveled beautifully, coming untouched all over his chest. Ren's expression fell to awe as he kept fucking Masato through his release, body contracting and pulling Ren even deeper.
“Holy shit,” Ren cursed under his ragged breath as his own edge was dragged from himself, hands flying to hold Masato's hips in a bruising grip as he came again. His cock pulsated as he filled Masato to the brim, the latter shivering at the liquid warmth. Ren took his time – pulling and pushing slowly, taking in the feeling of it – before leaving the other's body.
As Masato was about to release his knees, Ren shook his head and negated, hands already spreading his cheeks apart. For that one sight, everything was worth it. Come dribbled from the clenching hole that Masato seemed to desperately close.
It was a mess of limbs and fluids and everything in between, but the picture itself meant way beyond just sex.
“You're gross, Jinguji,” Masato stated, although he himself liked the amount of attention he was getting.
“I'll help you clean.”
“What are you––” His sentence was cut halfway as Ren lapped at the entrance with his tongue. One finger slipped inside to, you know, get a better reach.
After Ren had finished his ministries, he pulled away and crawled on top of the other to kiss him deeply, giving him a taste of the fun. Masato only moaned at that, disgusted yet somehow aroused at the fact that he could taste both of them. Apparently, Ren dragged those mixed feelings out of him quite a lot.
The ginger fell by the executive's side, letting out a deep and long exhale, and peeked at the clock. 5:38AM. Once he turned back to Masato, the latter was nowhere to be seen. Cocking an eyebrow, Ren's eyes sought for him throughout the room, until they laid on someone at the balcony, wrapped in a robe. He grabbed and put on his pants (commando, obviously), heading to where Masato was.
A smell of cigarette teased Ren's nose as he opened and closed the glass window. He would have never guessed that Masato smoked – although it wouldn't be too surprising, considering where he lived.
“I had no idea you smoked,” Ren commented, placing himself right by Masato, as he folded his arms and rested on the rim of the balcony.
The man exhaled the smoke slowly, tapping the cigarette on the ashtray. “Occasionally, I do,” he turned to meet the other's bright blue eyes. Ren just nodded with a smile, and glared at the tobacco between Masato's long fingers.
“Do you mind?”
Masato shook his head and handed it to him. Ren placed the cigarette between his lips and pulled the smoke, handing it back to Masato. He relished on the calm feeling and let go of the smoke. “I needed that, thanks.”
The executive let out a quiet chuckle. “I didn't know you smoked.”
Ren smirked and slid his arm along Masato's back, waltzing closer to him. “Occasionally, I do.”
“Jinguji,” Masato's tone shifted to a more serious one, to which Ren straightened and hummed in question. The blue-haired one paused. Something was still eating him from inside-out. They fucked, they texted, they enjoyed each other's presence. But why was it so difficult to believe it? Masato had escaped to the balcony for that reason. He was still unsure on where he stood, where Ren stood, before everything. They never talked about it, and deep down, Masato couldn't fully trust Ren or this... fling, for a matter of fact. He sighed and gathered courage.
“What... What are––”
His voice was cut by a ringtone, coming from Ren's trousers. When he picked up the phone, the screen lit up to an incoming call.
‘Darling’, the screen read.