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Eito rapped twice on Takumi’s door, listening for his invitation inside before turning the knob. He wasn’t sure what to expect of the general’s mood after such a disappointing strategic loss, be it guilt or violence or anger or that terrible numbness he slipped into sometimes where he didn’t allow himself to feel anything at all. Eito certainly expected him to be drinking, however, unsurprised to see the tumbler in Takumi’s hand as he stared out the window of his apartment at the base down below, plenty of people still moving about as the streetlights came on. Eito gently closed the door and locked it behind him before taking a few steps into the room, Takumi standing with his back to him in the slim black t-shirt he wore under his uniform. Eito spotted his white jacket crumpled on the sofa like he’d balled it up and thrown it there.
“…are you okay?” Eito finally broke the silence. He knew the answer was no, but he hoped the question would prompt Takumi to talk a little.
“We just lost our second biggest supply line.“
Eito sighed softly, glancing down. He understood Takumi’s frustration. There wasn’t a single thing he would have done differently today with the intel and resources currently available to them. Their best simply hadn’t been enough. “What can I do?”
Takumi finally turned around to regard him, standing ten paces away with an unreadable look in his eyes.
“Take off your clothes.”
Eito blinked at him, blushing at the order. “You can’t be serious.”
Takumi said nothing, standing in the same spot and staring at him. Eito only hesitated for another few seconds before slowly tugging each finger of his left glove loose and removing it, repeating the process on the right. He obediently unbuttoned his jacket next, shrugging it off his shoulders and draping it over the back of the couch before pulling his thin white undershirt over his head. He could feel the weight of the general’s gaze on him the whole time, chancing a glance up at him before leaning against the sofa and bending over to remove his tall boots. He set them neatly beside one another before standing up straight and unbuckling his belt, pink still dusting the tips of his ears as he took off his pants. It left him in nothing but his socks and his briefs, folding the pants before forcing himself to meet Takumi’s eyes again as he stood there before him, his skin pebbling with goosebumps as cool air brushed against it. “Happy?”
“Hair down,” Takumi reminded him in a softer voice than Eito expected, bringing the glass to his lips as he watched his lieutenant shyly remove the elastic that held it back, running his hands through it and letting long tendrils of silver spill over his bare shoulders.
“It’s…” Eito took a deep breath, squirming under the intensity of that gaze. Takumi was usually a playful lover even when he was in total control, so his current mood had Eito on edge. He couldn’t admit that though, so he came up with another excuse for his nerves, glancing around the room. “…there’s a lot of windows in here, General.”
Takumi regarded him for a long moment before finally stepping away from the glass, grabbing the back of a kitchen chair with the hand not holding his drink and dragging it in the direction of his bedroom. Eito was still wary as he wordlessly followed him, standing in the doorway as Takumi deposited the chair facing the foot of the bed and looked back at Eito. “Better?” he asked, gesturing to the blinds on the windows.
Eito nodded quickly, not feeling as exposed to the world or to Takumi’s eyes in the smaller room, but that comfort didn’t last long.
“Good. Now get on the bed.”
Eito was being uncharacteristically obedient tonight, but Takumi’s tone left no room for argument. The bed was unmade as always, and Eito righted the pillows and smoothed the bedspread back into place before doing as he was told. He found himself sitting in the center of the bed staring across at Takumi, who had settled comfortably into the chair he’d brought, the hand holding his glass resting on his knee as he crossed his legs. He didn’t say anything else for a few long moments, and Eito had to fight to keep his body still and his gaze steady, not wanting Takumi to realize how easily he could be manipulated by simple silence in the absence of orders.
“Touch yourself,” he finally instructed, and Eito’s face flamed.
“W-what?”
“You asked me what you could do. I want to watch.”
Eito pressed his knees together, fingers curling into the bedspread as he held the general’s gaze. “Y-you know I’ve never really…”
“Yeah, no shit,” Takumi responded with a smirk, and Eito felt his heart pounding in his chest. “You’re a smart boy, though. I think you can figure it out.”
“At least give me some whiskey.”
Takumi chuckled, and Eito saw a spark flicker in those tired, empty eyes. “Mm, no… you can have some after as your reward.”
Eito huffed a sigh of disbelief, closing his eyes for a moment. He knew he was attractive, and he knew how to wrap Takumi around his little finger. He could touch himself in the same ways he liked Takumi to touch him. All he needed to do was forget about the predator watching him like he was about to become dinner. Slowly, deliberately, he ran a hand from his stomach up over his toned chest, gently groping himself the way Takumi so often did, grazing his thumb over his nipple. He kept his eyes closed as the hand slid higher, tilting his head back and parting his lips slightly as his fingers slid over his throat, and Takumi stared as Eito’s fingers lined up with the faint fingerprint bruises Takumi had already left there. His other hand slid between his legs, thighs parting as he teased himself over his underwear, and the general watched him trace the sizable outline of his hardening cock.
“That dick is wasted on you,” Takumi commented quietly, unable to help his smile as he swirled what was left of his whiskey in the bottom of his tumbler. “People would kill to get that thing inside them, yet you’re just too much of a bitch for mine.”
Eito moaned, opening his eyes to see the cocky little grin that meant Takumi knew exactly what he was doing to distract him. He lifted his hips and pushed his briefs down, sliding them down his legs and chucking them at Takumi’s face as soon as they were off. His heart raced as he watched Takumi react, dark eyes piercing into him as he shamelessly pressed the fabric to his face, making Eito positively burn with equal parts mortification and molten desire. “Y-you’re a freak…”
Takumi just smiled back at him, downing the rest of his whiskey and setting the glass on the ground. “Show me how you play with it, Eito.”
He was the worst—the absolute worst, especially when he was drunk—yet Eito was spreading his legs again for him anyways, fondling himself with an open palm rather than a proper fist around his cock. His other hand was in his hair now, not pulling too hard, but holding it by the roots in a tight fist like Takumi always did when he held him down. He moaned softly, and Takumi stared as Eito gave his balls a rough squeeze before dragging his fingernails up his shaft, scratching hard enough to make himself wince in pain. “Fuck…”
Eito was encouraged when he heard Takumi swear, panting and leaning up to spit into his palm before stroking himself, mimicking the way Takumi always touched him when he wanted Eito to beg. Takumi got up and walked to his nightstand as Eito continued working himself up, returning to his seat a second later with a cigarette between his lips and a bottle of lube, which he tossed on the bed next to Eito. “Get a piece of candy,” Eito panted, not too caught up in the pleasure not to scold the general, who he knew was just looking for something else to occupy his mouth with now that he’d finished his drink. “T-there’s gum…”
Takumi looked at him with that same arrogant smile, wordlessly flicking the lighter to life and lighting up without breaking eye contact. He was so insufferable. Eito hoped he got lung cancer. He snatched up the lube, thinking that he didn’t even deserve the show Eito was giving him, but he still wouldn’t stop for anything.
Eito reached down past his cock, grinning when Takumi’s expression changed as he pressed slick fingertips to his hole. Takumi always did this part since Eito preferred to keep his hands clean, so he knew Takumi was paying attention now. Just teasing his rim felt nice, sighing and taking his time working a finger inside. but moaning when he finally sank one in. One turned into two, and Eito thrust in deep, gasping as he pulled his knees up a little further and curled the digits inside himself. “Hah…! Mmh, fuck…”
Takumi mindlessly took a drag of his cigarette, not even paying attention to the buzz it gave him as he stared, transfixed. He could tell Eito had finally stopped overthinking it, his head tossed back in pleasure as he pumped his fingers inside himself, his cock fully hard and heavy against his abdomen where he was currently choosing to ignore it. He was panting, his fingers dragging over that sweet spot inside him with every thrust, flushed a pretty pink down to his chest. “Are you gonna fuck me?” he asked Takumi, his eyes dark and lidded when he looked at him again.
“We’ll see,” Takumi smiled back, reaching down to flick cigarette ash into his discarded tumbler on the floor.
“I need…” Eito breathlessly began before pausing, biting his lip and moving his hand from his hole back to his cock.
Takumi raised an eyebrow at him as he started playing with his cock again, not quite stroking it. “What?”
“You know,” Eito whined. Takumi was good at pretending to be unbothered, but he knew he had to be rock hard by now.
“Tell me.”
Eito met his eyes again, holding his gaze for a few seconds, breathing hard. “…you.” That desperate look in his eyes was irresistible, and Takumi’s mouth went dry. “I need you.”
Takumi took one more long drag of his cigarette before dropping it in the glass, standing up and walking the three paces to the foot of the bed. Eito moved to meet him, crawling to the edge of the mattress and getting his belt buckle open as Takumi ran both hands through Eito’s hair. He swore as Eito dug his cock out of his pants, hard and aching and perfect in Eito’s eager mouth as he started sucking, pulling an involuntary moan from Takumi as he folded his shirt up out of Eito’s way. “That’s it,” Takumi whispered to him, pure pleasure waking up his whole body as Eito’s mouth made the most obscene little noises. “Turn over and let me finish the job.”
Eito dragged his tongue up Takumi’s shaft and grinned, happily rolling over again and repositioning himself for Takumi to fuck him. His hair got more tousled every time he moved like that, and it made Takumi smile as he pulled the shirt over his head, still in the middle of taking his boots off when he impulsively leaned down to lick his hole. Eito keened and immediately tried to smack Takumi away, but he caught Eito’s wrist before it could hit him, smacking his ass in retaliation and grinning at the mortified little cry muffled by the pillow. He squeezed the skin he’d struck, the arch of Eito’s back only deepening despite his continued protests, and his breathless objections about obscenity and cleanliness faded into white noise as Takumi licked inside him. His thighs were quivering, and he tasted like the cherry vanilla lube he’d just thoroughly fingered himself with, and Takumi wrapped his hand around Eito’s dripping cock in no particular rush to stop, despite his pleading moans.
“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you…” Eito whispered over and over again as Takumi made him take it, but he would rather have died than let Takumi make him cum like that and reveal exactly how much he really liked it. He tried to smack him away again only to end up with his wrists pinned by the hand not on his cock, gasping and feeling a dangerous coiling of heat in his core. “F-fuck, sir, please!” Eito pulled out the big guns and pulled them out fast, desperate to coerce Takumi into fucking him before he could embarrass himself like this. “P-please general, I can’t take it, I need you inside me so bad, I need you to fill me up with your cum, I’ve been such a good boy, please m-make me cum on your cock…”
It was way too much, and Takumi nearly laughed at the mess of buzz phrases Eito knew turned him on, sounding like a bad porno script all desperately thrown together like that. He withdrew anyways, kissing a pretty ass cheek before biting it, making Eito wail into the pillow again. He finally finished getting his boots and pants off, kicking them away before positioning himself behind Eito and dragging his cock over his hole. “Hold still,” he ordered when Eito started to push his hips back, carefully pressing his cock inside him with his thumb and gasping at how easily he bottomed out, Eito’s body needing no coaxing at all to take the whole thing. Eito cried out, his voice going an octave higher than his normal range, the pillow now wet with drool and tears. “Fuck, good boy… how long do you think you can last?”
“Twenty seconds,” Eito answered honestly, and Takumi did laugh that time, wrapping Eito’s hair around his hand to pull him up.
“Make it for thirty and I’ll give you your whiskey.”
“Oka—yhhh…!” Eito moaned when Takumi started fucking him without preamble, grabbing the headboard and tilting his head back in pure ecstasy as the grip on his hair remained tight. He loved being filled like this, loved being manhandled like this, unable to replicate that through mere masturbation and thanking god every day that he managed to trick this man into liking him enough to fuck him this well. He had no concept of how long thirty seconds was, but he heard himself starting to whimper as he rapidly fell apart, already so close to the edge when he reached for his cock again, barely stroking himself twice before he was shaking and sobbing Takumi’s name as he came. He was utterly lost to the intense sensation that Takumi refused to let him squirm his way out of, pinning him to the bed again and fucking him through it until Eito couldn’t beg for mercy anymore through his own tears.
He was still halfway in outer space when Takumi pulled out and roughly rolled him over, his face already a mess as he tried to focus on Takumi. “Come here.” Eito laughed when Takumi grabbed his hair again, watching eagerly as he jerked himself off over his face and moaning when the first rope of cum landed over his nose and cheek. He closed his eyes and grinned, Takumi’s climax hitting him quite hard judging by the way he swore, his voice roughened and breathless as he spilled everything he had over his lieutenant’s pretty face. “Fuck, Eito…!”
Eito looked incredible covered in cum, his already-pale skin almost looking pearlescent as he opened his eyes, one eye obscured by a spatter of white over his glasses. He was laughing, and Takumi couldn’t help but join him, slumping down to sit on the bed beside him when he was finished. “I didn’t know we were finger-painting tonight,” Eito teased, taking his glasses off to try and wipe them on the bedspread, and Takumi responded with a grin, smearing the mess across his skin using his thumb and pressing it into Eito’s mouth. Eito made a sound of distaste, but he accepted it, sucking his thumb clean with a little hum.
“Thought I’d take a break from trying to get you pregnant,” Takumi replied, and Eito’s laughter at the audacious comment was genuine.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Do you want a list?”
Eito smiled and kept still while Takumi cleaned him up with a tissue, wiping away enough of his mess that Eito could stand lying here a while longer before going to wash up. “…I feel a lot better,” Takumi said quietly as he was finishing up, stroking Eito’s hair as he opened his eyes again. “Thank you. Sorry I was in such a weird mood.”
Eito waved him off. “Lucky for you, you’re hot when you’re moody.” He smiled and reached up to touch Takumi’s face, liking that he could always feel the prickle of his stubble in the evenings even if his eyes couldn’t see it. “Sobering up any?”
“No,” Takumi answered honestly, leaning into Eito’s touch. “Mm, but I owe you a drink. I’ll go pour one more round.”
“And how many rounds does that make for you?” Eito watched him get out of bed, shamelessly checking out his ass as he left the room.
“Definitely less than five,” Takumi called back. Eito sighed heavily and threw a tired arm over his eyes.
“So four.”
“Yes, somewhere around four.” Takumi came back in and handed Eito his drink with a smile, which he returned with a flat look as he accepted the glass and took a sip.
“You shouldn’t be able to fuck like that four drinks in. I’m cutting you down to one per night.”
“You’re just jealous I hold my liquor so much better than you.”
“Yeah, I’m green with envy.” Eito rolled his eyes, taking another drink before setting the glass down and looking back over at Takumi. “…and I care about you, okay?“
Takumi turned his head to meet his eyes, grinning at him and draining the tumbler without so much as a wince before putting it down and pulling Eito against his chest instead. “I’m alright, Eito.” He sounded sincere, a gentle hand petting him as Eito tucked himself under Takumi’s chin. “You always keep me that way.”