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It started with a hand on Ainosuke’s knee.
The young politician expected it to go away soon, but it didn't. Instead, the hand persisted, mindlessly rubbing his knee while its owner chatted with the two people across the table.
Ainosuke took a side look at the guy touching him. Takano, a classic old politician: toupeé to hide the bald spot, tie undone and drops of beer staining his shirt. Ainosuke grimaced. Was this the company he wanted to be seen with?
Yes, it is. A voice inside him reminded: the voices of his aunts, the lessons they taught him. Politics is a game of connections. This old scruffy dude had influence, power and money. And the two faceless guys at the other side of the table, laughing at the old guy's comments, were more puzzle pieces that needed to be carefully arranged in their places for Ainosuke to go up in his career.
So he took a sip of his own beer and added a funny remark that made all three guys crack. Ainosuke laughed with them, even if he thought they looked like crude pigs with no elegance whatsoever.
The hand was retreated when the waiter appeared on their table with the food they had ordered. Takano immediately went for the food. The others followed suit, battered shrimp and gyozas quickly disappearing from their plates.
And then the hand returned, quick yet inconspicuous. Ainosuke briefly looked at Takano and the old guy returned a quick but pointed look at him, while casually moving his hand up towards the younger man's thigh. Understanding dawned on Ainosuke. This was deliberate. This was a test.
He made an effort to not shift uncomfortably. There's a sudden tension in the air and he took a deep breath to dispel it. It's ridiculous, the way his brain was reacting. He could see how, if he were a woman, alarms would be blaring in his brain. But he's not. He's a grown man, and a brilliant one. He could handle this to his benefit.
The last sip of his beer tasted inexplicably sour when he managed to make it pass his throat. Then, taking Ainosuke's reactions as permission, Takano’s hand went up, directly over Ainosuke's crotch.
Ainosuke took a moment to realize one of the other guys said something to him, his brain suddenly blank. He blinked and politely asked him to repeat. He managed to blurt a response then, ignoring Takano's hand starting to massage his cock over the expensive italian suit's fabric.
The conversation, eating and drinking continued, as if nothing amiss was going on. Ainosuke absentmindedly rubbed the ineer of his wrist. That helped him focus, and even though he was starting to feel heated and uncomfortable, he managed to keep up with the conversations about the future of Japan, and how things should be managed in the high spheres.
Takano progressed from beer to sake, which only made him bolder. His inquisitive hand fully grasped Ainosuke's hard dick and, licking his lower lip, he undid the younger man's fly. Ainosuke noticed what was happening but did nothing to stop it, everything too surreal to understand. A moment later his dick was out and hard in the middle of the restaurant, only concealed by the angle, the table and Takano's frame besides him.
Don't bite the hand that feeds you, he remembered. His aunts had taught him well. Flashes of older men looking at him in ways he never understood came to his mind while Takano started working his shaft. You will know how to win them over, once time comes, his aunts had said. They had know and had been right, right about everything.
"You okay, Shindou-san?" one of the guys in front of him said.
Ainosuke took another sip of sake to pretend everything was fine. He found that his breathing was too quick and forced himself to calm down, which wasn't easy with the involuntary reactions Takano's attentions were awakening in him. Finally he nodded, which luckily the others accepted as an answer.
They kept trying to get answers from him to various questions, getting brief responses when Ainosuke felt like he could talk without giving anything away. The other two responded with content smirks, their eyes more overtly ogling Ainosuke's body the more sake they drank, to the point Ainosuke started suspecting they knew what was going on.
His brain wondered. Was that good or bad? They seemed to be having a good time, they were happy with Ainosuke... so he was winning them over. He had this under control, he realized. He had all their attention.
He managed to push a couple points of his program, doing his best to only sigh from time to time whenever Takano sent a particularly strong wave of pleasure through him. The two guys nodded at all his remarks, and promised political allegiance.
"Well, we should get going," one of them finally said. They quickly stood up and Ainosuke realized why. They wanted a full view of what was going on with him. He could feel his cheeks burning when they peeked from above, Takano still working on Ainosuke's shaft, not minding the audience.
What was worse, after all night of teasing, Ainosuke suddenly bursted. He quickly covered his mouth as his whole body shivered, giving all three guys a perfect image of his dick shooting come all over himself and even the table.
"You're a gem, Shindou-san."
"Count on us, for sure."
They left with that, still smirking. Takano finally left Ainosuke's dick, saying goodbye to the other two as if everything was normal. It probably was, then, Ainosuke tried to rationalize. His brain was still a little mushy and his breath messy after his sudden orgasm, but no one else had noticed and everything was fine.
Absolutely fine.
This was just business.
“Oh, Shindou-san,” Takano talked. “There’s still one shrimp left.”
The old guy took the shrimp, which Ainosuke realized had some cum on it, and he deliberately used it to grab the other drops of cum that had landed on the table.
“Here, take it,” Takano offered. Ainosuke blinked, still not fully there yet. “Don’t be shy,” Takano said, before pushing the food between the younger man’s lips.
Finish what you start, the voices on Ainosuke’s head reminded him. Don’t show weakness.
It didn’t feel entirely real. It had stopped feeling real, somehow. Ainosuke took a bite from the creamy shrimp, his tongue encountering the salty cum covering it. Bile wanted to climb up his throat, but he controlled himself. He ate the thing, and thanked Takano for it, as he was expected to.
He also put his dick back inside his pants.
“This has been a pleasure, I’m looking forward to working with you in the future,” Takano said, taking his stuff and putting on his jacket. Then he whispered: “There are less… crowded places we can meet up next time.”
After that, he walked away, leaving Ainosuke there, still processing what had just happened. The bile taste in his throat hadn’t gone off, and everything still felt like it was happening through a thick filter.
He rubbed the inside of his wrist again, grounding himself.
We do this because we love you, his aunts had said. It had taken hard work to adjust then, too.
Ainosuke smiled, finally understanding.
Takano and the others must love him as well.