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10:38 PM
Somehow, the planned night of drinking had devolved into a spontaneous rendezvous in the bar restroom. The bathroom is single occupancy, but the bartender won’t notice the both of them walking in, right?
The light artificial floral scent of fresh laundry fills Mine’s nose. The room was pristine, a far cry from the high-end love hotels of Kamurocho, but an acceptable place to have sex. Illuminated by a singular pendant light hanging from the center of the ceiling, the warm orange light is just bright enough for the tiny room. The walls were thin, allowing for the mellow jazz from the bar to seep in. There were all the essentials: a small aluminum trashcan, a porcelain bowl sink sat upon a wooden vanity, and a toilet. All of that didn’t matter though, what was important was the small amount of free standing space between the sink and the now closed bathroom door.
The small metallic clicking sound of the door lock alerts Mine back to the man standing in front of him, Daigo Dojima. Sixth Chairman of the Tojo Clan, Daigo embodied everything Mine had ever desired; prestige, control, and charisma. Mine wanted nothing more than to have him completely and utterly.
Right now, those traits weren’t on the forefront of his mind. Mine couldn’t help but focus on the subtle flush on Daigo’s cheeks, his longing gaze, and of course, the erection between his legs.
Suddenly, Daigo closes the distance between them. He plants a soft kiss on the corner of Mine’s lip before nuzzling against him ever so slightly, his beard tickling Mine in a way sweet enough to give the man a toothache.
“Thank you for all your hard work today, Mine.” Daigo chuckles, his hands caressing the lapel of Mine’s suit, fingers running across the shiny clan pin. Eventually, his hands start traveling downwards, working to unbutton Mine’s suit jacket.
“W-Wait…” Mine stutters, pulling away from the heat.
“Did you not want to..?” Daigo asks, his eyebrows furrowed in a look of concern.
Not wanting to ruin his opportunity, Mine shakes his head as he gives Daigo’s hand a reassuring squeeze. The concerned look on his face thankfully fades away.
“No… it’s just… Let me serve you first, Chairman.” With that, he returns back to Daigo before beginning to lower himself.
The bathroom tiles were hard on his knees, but that wouldn’t stop him from giving his chairman a blowjob. Mine glanced up at Daigo. God, he looked divine. A few strands of his hair poking out of his perfectly gelled hair, and that same perfectly kind gaze he gave Mine during every clan meeting.
“You look very pretty from up here.” Daigo comments, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His hand shifts over to pet Mine’s head.
The simple touch is enough to send shocks through Mine’s entire nervous system. He enjoyed the attention, but he could only imagine how much he looked like a mess right now. His face felt hot, his lips were quivering, he couldn’t even bear to look at Daigo directly.
He had to suppress his nerves. Attempting to regain his composure, he turned his attention to unbuttoning Daigo’s jacket. He promptly slots the buttons out of the dark fabric before pushing the quarters aside.
Tucked neatly in Daigo’s waistband was his handgun. Daigo quickly murmurs an apology before handing his lieutenant the weapon. The Type 54 weighed heavily in his hand— the metal stealing the heat from his skin.
Mine knew better than anyone how precise Daigo was with the weapon, once he found his target he was sure not to miss. Just thinking about it added to his arousal, his pants only growing frustratingly tight around his crotch. Impatient to get to his prize, Mine tossed the gun on the bottom shelf of the nearby vanity.
Mine’s annoyance at the delay didn’t help with his flustered state. He fumbles unbuckling his superior’s belt. Unzipping his slacks, he attempts to pull his pants down with shaky hands. Eventually, when he succeeds, he could see clearly that Daigo was equally as impatient.
Positioning his hands on Daigo’s waist, he could feel the dense muscle hidden just beneath the white dress shirt in front of him. Sliding his hands under the shirt, Mine’s fingers easily find the elastic of his boxers before pulling them down.
This wasn’t his first time seeing Daigo’s cock, but nonetheless he took his time marveling at it. He was already completely hard by then. It wasn’t much above average when it came to length, but the girth was especially impressive.
Mine moved to place one hand firmly on the side of Daigo’s bare thigh, ensuring he had an anchor of stability while his other hand gripped the base of his shaft. Scooting closer, he starts kitten licking the tip. The act draws out a bead of precum— which Mine is sure to collect.
Wasting no time, he parts his lips allowing for the entire head of Daigo’s cock to enter his mouth. Slowly, inch by inch, he shallows. The member lays across his tongue, its weight felt almost natural there. When he finally feels something at the back of his throat, he begins bobbing his head. Turning slightly to make sure to get the entire length, Mine’s nose occasionally digging into the soft flesh of Daigo’s pelvis. It was heavenly, he felt like a nun at worship.
“You’re so good at this…you’re so good for me.” Daigo moans out, his hand still moving through Mine’s hair. Even during such an uncouth act, Daigo somehow manages to warm Mine’s icy heart with love.
The praise and care only pushes Mine to improve his performance. He gently thumbs the underside of the shaft, eliciting an even louder moan from Daigo. He begins rolling his hips into Mine’s mouth, essentially throat-fucking him. It’s all too much, the wet noises coming from him, the painful erection trapped inside his pants, the tears building up at the corner of his eyes, and the drool running down his chin. He had to fight to keep Daigo’s cock inside of his mouth, but the wonderful moans coming from his chairman gave him just enough courage to look up at him directly.
Daigo was fully in bliss, a dark blush had completely painted his face. His head was tilted back and his panting was growing heavier. His free hand was now gripping the sharp edge of the tile wainscot on the wall— desperately trying to hold on to reality.
Suddenly, Mine felt a sharp tug pulling at his hair. Daigo lifts Mine off of his cock, a small string of saliva still stuck on his flushed lips as he does so, evidence of their activity. The bold move nearly drives Mine to the edge of orgasming with how attractive it is. However, the newfound emptiness leaves him coughing uncontrollably.
“Sorry… I- I don’t want to cum in your mouth… Mine, are you okay?” Daigo asks, releasing his grip. After the both of them manage to catch their breaths, Mine looks up to at last give him a nod of confirmation.
The satisfied expression on Daigo’s face soon fades as a dark, more lustful, mischievous expression swiftly replaces it.
“Stand up.”
Mine almost trips at how much urgency he takes to obeying the command. Rising up on trembling legs, he grabs on to Daigo like he was his last lifeline. Fortunately, Daigo pulls him close, hooking one arm around the back of his neck allowing for their lips to meet, while the other arm holds on to his bicep.
Daigo kisses him like a starved man, hungrily eating at his lips. Yet Daigo is quick to turn the sweet act of embrace cruelly against him. He twists the both of them around before slamming Mine into the bathroom wall, taking extra caution to protect his lover’s skull with his hand. As if to apologize, Daigo slips his tongue through his teeth.
Angling his head sideways, Daigo travels deeper. The heat invades every facet of Mine’s body, he needs it more than the very oxygen in his own lungs. Mine can hear his own heart pounding in his chest, their tongues still engaged in a passionate dance of courtship. But the hard mass pressing against his crotch promises more direct contact is soon to come. Mine couldn’t handle another moment, he needed him inside him now.
Placing his hands on Daigo’s chest, he slowly pushes him away. Mine frantically works to free himself of his fabric prison. Fiddling at his suit buttons, he abandoned his jacket on the floor before tossing it to the side. Daigo finally strips himself of his shirt and jacket, revealing his wide chest heaving for air. Almost as to tease him for still being clothed, Daigo’s loose tie points Mine’s attention right back at his dick. Daigo abruptly removes the tie, ruining Mine’s view, but reminding him he still needed to remove his own clothes.
Everything felt too tight. He was sweaty and sticky. He knew for a fact that his cock was leaking, there was probably a massive wet stain in his underwear— how embarrassing. With one rapid motion, he pries open his belt buckle and pulls it off, the golden studs poking into his skin before he relinquishes his grip. Returning back to his pants, his hands quickly unzip him out of his slacks, letting them drop to the floor.
During the entire process, he could feel Daigo’s gaze piercing right through him. Watching his very own personal striptease. He knew now how much of a whore he was. The man who was always so cold and stoic had seemingly lost his ability to properly undress with how much desire had stunted his motor skills. As much as Mine wanted to show the light of his life the best side of himself, he would allow Daigo to see him like this. Daigo was the only man who deserved to see him so vulnerable.
“Seriously? You’re leaking like this already?” Daigo scoffs, moving in to remove Mine’s boxers.
“Don’t mock me. You were hard before we even got in here.”
“Oh really? Don’t act like I didn’t notice the tent in your pants on the ride here. Were you hoping this would happen, Yoshitaka? You’re so pent up that you would stoop as low as to wishing for your boss to fuck you in a bar bathroom?” Daigo whispers, playfully tugging at Mine’s tie, his words raising every hair on his subordinate's body.
“I…”
“Turn around, place your hands on the wall.”
Ever determined to prove himself as obedient, Mine obliges, at least then he could hide his bright red face and wet mouth. With his legs still trembling, he has to use all of his strength to maneuver carefully through the pile of clothes on the floor. His years of training mean nothing, Daigo reduces him to mush.
Mine can hear rustling behind him, probably Daigo searching for something in his pockets. At last, Mine catches the bright packaging of a lube packet from the corner of his eye.
“You can’t critique me when you’re the one carrying that around.” Mine mumbles.
“I didn’t come here to bicker with you, Mine. Feel free to leave if you’re so keen to argue with me. Perhaps your mouth was better put to use sucking my cock.”
Mine can’t believe the same man who took a bullet for him was now here degrading him. At the same time, he can. This was the Sixth Chairman of the Tojo Clan afterall, Mine was no stranger to being lectured for being too aggressive towards fellow clan members. Daigo’s ability to step his foot down was part of why he fell in love with him, but this was something new. Mine never knew scolded could feel so good.
Before he can finish his train of thought, a lubed finger is haphazardly pushed into his hole. The movement is slow, but he already felt too sensitive. Shifting his arms to cushion his face, he desperately tries to muffle the moans that come out of him.
“Chairman! The… the bartender will hear us!” He barely has time to adjust before a second finger protrudes into him. Biting his lip, he manages to silence his reaction.
“I guess you’ll just have to be quiet. My lieutenant can do that, right?” Turning his head, Mine catches the grin on Daigo’s face.
The thrusting of his fingers continues, the speed of the action only growing faster. Needy as ever, Mine arched his back in hopes of getting more stimulation. Furthermore, his aching cock was neglected throughout their entire interaction.
It feels like a miracle when he senses the removal of the fingers inside him. He winces at the feeling of the lube dripping down his ass, but nothing compares to the unimaginable loneliness he feels— his asshole tightening around nothing.
“Turn around, Mine. I want to see your face again.”
Doing so, Mine is welcomed back by Daigo giving him dreamy glare. It’s endearing, even when he teases and mocks him he can’t hide his affection. His eyes are glossy, his face dusted with a light blush. He looks like a puppy waiting for its owner; the look sends an arrow straight through Mine’s heart.
Daigo leaning in catches him off guard, a soft laughter cutting through Mine’s silent observance.
“What’s wrong? You’ve just been standing there,” Daigo chuckles before planting a tender kiss on the side of Mine’s face. “Here let me help you.”
The hands that move to Mine’s chest are rough, hardened from fighting, non-stop paperwork, and simply neglect. But, they take extra care in caressing him before giving one of his pecs a quick squeeze. They slide upwards, working to undo the knot of his tie.
The thin golden fabric slides off easily. Mine remembered he had gotten the tie specifically for Daigo, shortly before swearing oath to him. Mine had hoped the tie would catch his attention on their outing. Now though, they were in that very same bar and Daigo was ripping off his shirt before they could finally fuck.
Mine hisses at the feeling of the cold wall pressing on his bare back. Mine misses the heat of Daigo’s warm body, although it was only a few centimeters away from him. When Daigo's hands suddenly shift to guide him to cling on to his neck, Mine can’t hold back the smile that forms on his lips.
Daigo takes his time, exploring the hills of Mine’s muscular form. His fingers burying themselves in the plush flesh of thighs and ass, Mine can’t help but gasp when Daigo hoists him off the ground.
“Woah— relax, I got you.”
Daigo’s grip is firm, but wanting to secure himself, Mine shifts to wrap his legs around the back of his lover's thighs. Mine being positioned just above Daigo’s cock, the position was awkward— though it got the job done. The view of his chairman makes it all worthwhile. Daigo delicately suckles at Mine’s neck, Mine whimpers at the feeling but he does little to stop it. Surely this wouldn’t leave a mark now would it?
Daigo pulls away from the crook of Mine’s neck, “We should get a move on now shouldn’t we?”
Carefully, Daigo lowers him, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Daigo lets out a small groan when the tip of his dick finally enters Mine.
“Tell me Mine, what is it you want?” Daigo’s gentle tone juxtaposes the poignant jerk of his hips and the firm cock now planted in Mine’s ass.
“I want you to use me… please…fuck me.” Mine responds, his voice shaky with anticipation.
“That’s all I needed to hear.”
Daigo is a naturally caring man, their intimacy tended to more be more like ‘making love’ than anything described as ‘fucking.’ But, unlike their other sexual encounters, Daigo went at a mercilessly brutal speed.
The sound of their smacking skin and disjointed panting awkwardly overlaps with the muffled jazz still coming in from the bar. Daigo ruts deep into him, each time drawing a louder moan out of his partner— who had completely given up on suppressing his noises.
Mine’s business professional facade is shattered. His face is twisted in ecstasy, his jaw left open spewing out unintelligible babbles with an occasional weak cry of Daigo’s name. His insides wrap tightly around Daigo’s member as he continues pounding him, the hot sensation leaving his cock weeping in between them.
The pleasure is so intense Mine has to constantly claw at the bright flames of the Fudo Myoo to keep himself from falling. Mine is in little position to move, but Daigo makes up for that by readjusting slightly. Then, Mine suddenly feels it; Daigo’s dick directly stabbing into his prostate. The direct stimulation of the small bundle of nerves is enough to bring him to the edge.
“C-Chairman… please… please… can we hurry…mmnh.. ah! t-this up? Put me down! I need you to touch me… I- I won’t last much longer!” Mine pleads, his voice rasping at his throat. It’s a pathetic scene, the Safekeeper of the Tojo Clan begging for his cock to be touched. He couldn’t take it anymore, he had to come.
“No! Why should I? I- I’m…” his sentence is cut short by a particularly loud moan as he grinds roughly into his subordinate. “I’m not even that close yet!”
With a grunt he speeds up his pace, his hands growing to a bruising grip as he chases for pleasure. For Mine, it doesn’t take long for him to feel a knot in his groin with the constant hammering into his prostate. His fingers grasp desperately at Daigo, his head snaps back, and with that his dick twitches— releasing ropes of come across Daigo’s stomach. The climax is so powerful it leaves him in tears.
Daigo thrusts a few more times before his hips sputter to a halt. He looks up towards Mine before planting a chaste kiss on his cheek. Panting, he asks, “Are you alright…? We can stop if it’s too much.”
After taking a few moments to close his eyes and recollect himself, Mine finally manages a response, “Wait… no… don’t stop yet. I want you to come in me. I can take it..!”
His request has Daigo absolutely throbbing inside of him. Eventually, a sly grin appears on his face. No words need to be said before he continues his rhythm.
Too sensitive to the thrusting, Mine feels dizzy. His legs try to grip on to his lover, the heels of his dress shoes periodically brushing against the back of Daigo’s knees. He can barely focus anymore, the only thing that he could rely on was the relentless thrusting of the hard mass in and out of him and Daigo’s increasingly aggressive breathing against his ear.
Though strangely enough the pain in his lower body sends him to a new heightened state of arousal, his orgasm drags out for longer than normal, his hole aching as it tries to tighten around Daigo.
“Fuck… you’re so tight! You feel amazing like you were..mhnm- made for me. I’ll do- aughh… what you want, I’ll breed you.” Daigo moans.
Then, he reclaims Mine’s lips. Daigo’s tongue searches for his, longing for a taste of him. When he finally finds what he needs, he slams into Mine, his cock spilling seemingly endless ropes of seed inside of him. Mine’s spent, but the come coating the walls of his insides has him coming dry. If it weren’t for Daigo’s mouth on his, he would have been shrieking by then.
After he’s done, Daigo pulls out and moves to rest his head on Mine’s shoulder. Mine can feel the hands on the back of his thighs trembling as they slowly soften their grip, letting him back down to the ground. The both of them are stuck there, simply holding on to each other as they try not to completely collapse.
Daigo recovers first, breaking the silence he speaks up, “I’ll clean you up, you don’t have to say anything. Let me take care of you…”
Mine can only manage a nod as he cozies up to Daigo, letting him hold his face and pepper it with kisses.
Brushing aside Mine’s bangs, Daigo speaks up, “Sorry… I can’t help it. You look good like this. I’ll stop now.”
Mine squirms as Daigo turns him around, a gentle touch trying its best trying to not cause any pain as it slowly brings a tissue to wipe away the seed and lube dribbling out of him. It’s not until Mine is completely clean that Daigo begins to clean himself off.
“Sorry about your clothes. I’ll remember to send them to the dry cleaner. We should probably get out of here before anyone notices the stains on us…” Daigo sighs as he begins dressing himself.
When they’re both dressed Mine turns back to Daigo, after all they’ve done the least he could do was fix his tie for him. His sly fingers tug gently at the windowpane pattern fabric, the act surprising Daigo leaving him wide eyed. As he realizes Mine is delicately redoing the knot, Daigo’s expression melts into one of compassionate affection. Tucking it into Daigo’s suit jacket, Mine swears he feels Daigo’s heart beating a little faster in his chest as he finishes.
Mine returns the smile plastered on Daigo’s face. “Thank you, Daigo.” The innocent kiss he lays on Daigo’s lips only works to sweeten the deal.
“Let’s get out of here.” Daigo says, unlocking the door.
The open space of the bar corridor is a nice change of scenery from the cramped bathroom. Though Mine can’t help but wonder how long they were in there for. Flipping open his phone, he feels despair set in as he glances at the “11:23pm” on the digital clock.
“Hey, bartender! I realized we have a meeting tomorrow and it’s getting late! Sorry for abruptly leaving! I'll pay for our drinks later, you have a good night!” Daigo shouts as they start walking back towards the main room of the bar.
Daigo frantically picks up the speed of his walking, grabbing Mine’s wrist to drag him along. None of it successfully helps to fade his anxiety. As Daigo pushes through the wooden door of the bar back into the bustling streets of the city, Mine hears the bartender mumble a meek response.
“Ah… you guys stay safe out there…” the bartender stutters, his face looking paler than normal.