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Mine looks at the time and lets out a short, exasperated sigh.
3a.m. He closes the door of his hotel room and lets himself lean back on it to try and calm himself. He’s been in Okinawa for just two days but they’ve been more taxing than any other day in his life. He's been running around the whole time, having to deal with stupid men pretending to be hotshot yakuzas in the backwaters of Japan. Trying to communicate with them is tiresome since they can barely string two words together. But he has no choice but to endure. Only he can save this deal with a probable future prime minister, and he won’t let the Tojo pass on that opportunity. He just has to find new land for the Tourist Resort.
Well, that’s easier said than done. Most of the other lands that belong to their clan aren’t nearly big enough, and when he tries to meet with some locals to buy the surrounding grounds he’s met with more resistance than he anticipated. Really, those people hang on to useless things such as pride and community. They don’t know that, with enough money, he could buy those things from them. But he has a budget, and he won’t throw money around without thinking about it.
If he could, he would already be heading to that orphanage and show enough cash to that Kiryu guy to make him pass out. Then he would sell out the children he pretends to care about. That would fix everything. Mine could buy him out, and then maybe ship him to China or better, to some remote place in Europe on the other side of the globe so he might never ever come into contact with the Tojo or the Sixth Chairman. But that’s the thing. The Chairman demanded that no contact be established with Kiryu, so he has to work around the simpler solution and bother to deal with men whose combined IQ barely rivals those of clamshells.
He’s been stuck in negotiations for hours. He wishes things would go faster. He could have made them go faster. All he had to do was show those peasant yakuzas what real business meant. He could have easily made them comply with his demands, with a few well-placed punches. But that would have made a few waves, probably caught the attention of the Fourth Chairman, and displeased the Sixth Chairman.
His fists clench by his side. He feels his whole body tense with pent-up anger. He wants to punch something to let out his frustration. He wants to be back in Kamurocho already. He wants to tell his chairman the good news of his success. He wants that smile and that pat on the shoulder as he congratulates him. Why is everyone getting in his fucking way? Why can’t he just beat them up and get done with it?
Before he can think about turning around and punching the wall, his phone starts vibrating in his pocket. He’s so caught off-guard that he jumps at the sound. He regains his spirits quickly and fishes his phone out of his pocket, still a bit annoyed at getting a call so late at night. But then he sees the caller ID and all frustration leaves his body. Daigo Dojima. He flips the phone open and almost smashes it against his ear with how excited he is about getting a call from his chairman.
“Yes.”
“Ah, Mine?”
“Yes.” He repeats, taking a few steps to get away from the door. He doesn’t want their discussion to be overheard by people passing in the corridor after all.
“This is Daigo.”
A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Obviously he knows that, but he’s not mad about wasting time on a call with him. If it was anyone else, he would never have answered. Not at this time of night. But since it’s Daigo Dojima, he hopes the call lasts a long time. Just hearing his voice is enough to soothe his worries. “Daigo-san, how are you doing?”
“Huh, I’m the one who should be asking.” Daigo-san retorts, but Mine can hear the smile in his voice.
“You’re calling late. I would think you would already be sleeping by that time. Is something keeping you awake?” As he speaks, Mine walks to a chair in the hotel room and starts getting comfortable by undoing the buttons of his suit vest.
“What else? You, of course.”
His hand freezes in the middle of his motion. His heart beats a bit louder. “I’m-”
“How are things going in Okinawa?”
Right. Daigo-san is not thinking about him in the middle of the night for no reason. He’s worried about his mission. About the deal. And probably about that Kiryu guy too. Since he’s alone, he can let his distaste show on his face as he tugs his tie loose. He’s considering his options. His chairman probably stayed up until he knew he could call Mine about his progress. That must be the last thing on his to-do list for the day before going to sleep. He has no intention of worrying him and troubling his sleep. But he doesn’t want to lie to him either.
“There’s been a few hiccups, but I’m taking care of everything. You don’t have to worry.”
“I see… If you need any kind of help…”
“I assure you that won’t be necessary.” The last thing he wants is for his chairman to think him incompetent.
“I hate that you had to go there alone. I should be with you but some things came up.”
“Don’t worry about it, Daigo-san. I understand the duties of a chairman are numerous and heavy. I’m more than happy to help you with this task.”
“Still, If I can help in any way, you know you can always reach out to me don’t you?”
“Of course.”
Mine can’t hold back a small smile. He does like hearing this, though he knows he would never dare bother the Sixth Chairman for small troubles like this. Those tasks are beneath a man such as him. As for the rest… Mine is still a bit apprehensive about calling him. Even though Daigo-san made it clear that they were friends, oath-brothers… he doesn’t want to burden him more than he already is. And also, he doesn’t want to let him suspect how much he enjoys their calls. It’s ridiculous, but just hearing his voice is already making him forget what he was so mad about.
Then he realizes that the line is silent. “Daigo-san? You didn’t answer my question. Are you alright?”
“Oh, yes… Yes I am, don’t worry about me.”
Mine winces. Has he met him? “You can tell me about your day if it would help.”
He hears a light chuckle on the other side of the phone. The sound is so relaxed and genuine that he feels his heart swing in rhythm with the laughter. “Nothing too interesting happened. A few conflicts between minor families but their patriarchs took care of things. If anything more juicy happens I’ll make sure to write it down to tell you all about it when you come back.”
Mine can tell his chairman is hiding something from him. Usually, he wouldn’t hold back on telling him about his day, even if nothing of note really happened. It never bothered him. With anyone else, Mine would be bored and try to flee the conversation. But if it’s Daigo-san, he could listen to him talk for hours on end. His voice is so smooth, so soothing, even on the phone. With the quality of the speakers, it sounds even deeper. Sexier.
Mine silently bites his lip. He can't entertain these kinds of thoughts when still on the phone with his chairman. Though he supposes he can't see him right now, so it's still less dangerous than when they flood his mind after just one glass of brandy in their bar. He lets his tie fall to the floor as he focuses harder on his voice.
“It won't be soon, so if there is something you want to talk about, I don't mind staying up a bit.” He tries to convince him to talk longer.
“Hm… Well, there is something but I'm not sure I should…”
With the way he stumbles on his words and hesitates, Mine can tell the subject is very important to him. He frowns, wondering why he would be so hesitant to tell him. “Why wouldn’t you want to tell me?” He asks, maybe more directly than he should. He realizes that he’s more tired than he thought to let his emotions show so clearly.
“Mine, you know I trust you with my life.” Daigo-san’s reply comes after a few seconds, but it’s clear that he saw right through him. “It's just best not to talk about it on the phone.”
“I understand. Then I won’t be taking any more of your time.” In spite of what he wished for, to hear more of Daigo-san’s smooth voice, he tries to end their conversation. If it lasts longer he might betray some other feelings and that’s not what he wants. Furthermore, his chairman must also be tired. He should get some well-deserved rest. “Please excuse me, Sixth Chairman.”
“Ah, no, it’s my fault. Please don’t take it the wrong way, Mine. It’s just a sensitive matter, you understand?”
“I do.”
“But you’re right. You must be really tired too. I’ll let you get some rest. You deserve it.”
“…Thank you.” That’s what he says, but he stays unconvinced. As long as he doesn’t succeed, he has no right to relax. “You too. Don’t lose any sleep over this deal. I’ll take care of it.”
“Of course, I know I can rely on you… Just, if this doesn’t succeed, it’s alright. Don’t be too hard on yourself. I’m already proud of everything you’ve accomplished. I hope you know that.”
“I…” Mine’s breath catches. He tries to think of something to say but he feels his cheeks burning and his chest tingling. He knows he does good work, because that’s what he does. He works harder than anyone. He rose through the ranks of the Tojo for a reason. But hearing it from his chairman, with this beautiful voice of his, is its own reward. His heart beats faster in his chest. He might make a mistake if he has to say something in reply to this, like telling Daigo Dojima that he would spend thirty more of his years working like a dog in the shadows if it only made him smile.
“Goodnight then. Sleep well, Mine…”
“Y-You too, Chairm-... Daigo-san.”
He hears a soft click, then the tone of a disconnected call. His heart is still beating a bit too fast because of what his chairman told him. And how good he sounded on the phone. He seemed worried about him, too. He shouldn’t try to read too much into it, but… he knows Daigo-san does care about him. Just maybe not as much as he does him.
With the call ended, he’s now facing his contact information. Including his contact picture. One Mine took when he wasn’t looking during one of their nights out. He finds himself staring at it. Daigo-san does not only have a beautiful and sexy voice but a handsome face and a gorgeous body too. He loves how loose he looks there. He’s shed his jacket, only wearing his shirt with his sleeves rolled-up, revealing his toned arms dusted with black hair. His eyes travel back to his face. He loves how the shorter strands of his hair fall back in front of his forehead. He’s laughing at a joke Mine told, smiling so big it digs dimples in his cheeks and lights a million sparkles in his eyes.
Daigo Dojima is so beautiful. He holds a beauty that transcends physical attractiveness. A charm that spoke to Mine on a deep level. Enough to make him want to live. Not just survive, but live. Thank God he exists. Thank God he met him. And thank God he’s here, because Mine wouldn’t deal with all this bullshit if it wasn’t for his sake as well as the sake of his beloved clan. He knows he told him not to worry, that he was taking care of everything, but he would love to have him here with him.
The weight of the day and drawn-out negotiations push down on his shoulders and he feels exhaustion seeping in his bones. He leans the weight of his body against the wall. It’s not because his body feels heavy that he can’t feel something starting to stir inside of it. The more he stares at every little detail on Daigo-san’s face, the more he lets his eyes try to trace the shape of his pecs under his shirt, the more he feels warmth and excitement replace his tiredness. He thinks back on his words. His voice. He wants him here with him, yes. But most of all, he wants him.
He's wanted him ever since he first saw him in that street, but it's taken him a while to truly understand how much. Ever since he's understood it, though, he can't get the man out of his head. He can't push the thoughts away. Sometimes, the thoughts come with a string of feelings. Feelings he keeps for when he's locked in a bedroom. The simple thought of Daigo Dojima can awaken his deepest passion and set his entire body alight. That's the extent of his power over him. One look and he's already shivering in anticipation.
Staring at his picture, he starts palming his cock through his pants. There are other ways to deal with his frustrations than by punching idiots or walls, after all. With how worked up he’s been, his body reacts in no time. He feels his dick stiffening in his underwear as he has Daigo-san repeat some of his sweetest words in his mind. Some that he could imagine being told to him, in his bedroom at night. It’s not the first time he masturbates at the thought of his chairman, not even the first time doing so staring at this picture. But it’s the first time he does so soon after hearing his voice. It’s still very clear in his mind, still echoing in his ears.
You deserve it.
A shiver runs down his spine as he replays those words. He could say that to him as he kisses him, as he gently presses him against the wall of their hotel room, as he touches him through his clothes. His body would be his reward. A soft moan escapes his lips when he rubs his palm on the tip of his hard member. Oh, what he does to him. Just a few words and a picture, and Mine is already desperate to touch himself. He switches the hand that holds his phone to be able to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants more easily. He pulls them down and finally grabs his erection with a sigh of relief. He’s already fully hard.
Sensitive.
Mine bites his lip to remain quiet, but he would be this kind of lover, wouldn’t he? Letting his clever mouth run while he pleasures him. He would feel so proud of himself for making a man as cool as Mine so completely unraveled with just a few words and a smile. He decides that he doesn’t care. Focusing his gaze on his lips wet with alcohol, he moves his hand up his member with a tight grip and starts jerking himself off with a rapid rhythm. Pleasure builds fast in his loins. Warmth spreading from his lower stomach to his chest and thighs. He might come soon. Too soon. He's just a mess for Daigo Dojima.
Don’t be too hard on yourself.
Is he being too hard? He supposes that he deserves a bit more than a quick jerking-off in the corner of his hotel room. Right. If Daigo-san was really with him the way he can only dream of, he would take care of him. He would be slow and intentional with each touch and caress. He would be tender. He would lead him back to the bed with a sweet promise in his eyes.
If I can help in any way…
“Ngh…” Mine gasps softly, squeezing the base of his erection to try and halt his movements. All he manages to do is slow down his pace to an agonizing slow rhythm. But the touch is enough to send shivers through him with each back-and-forth of his lazy fingers.
In his fantasy, Daigo-san guides him to the bed with his arm around his waist as he slowly caresses his cock. In reality Mine stumbles back onto his bed. His imaginary self is gently lowered down onto the mattress by a strong arm, and quickly covered by the warmth of another body. His real self falls unceremoniously back on the mattress, kicking off his pants to grab at his cock again all the while looking at the picture on his phone screen. He wonders if his chairman would laugh like that, seeing him so eager. So impatient to have him. He will never be able to satisfy his curiosity. All he can do is satisfy his urges.
He starts stroking his demanding member with a steady pace, not quite yet decided on what he wants. But seeing how late it is, and how he doesn’t want his climax to arrive too quickly, he decides he wants to imagine his chairman fucking him. If he was there with him on this trip, he can imagine that he would have him right there in this hotel bed. His cock twitches between his fingers at the thought alone. For his chairman… Yes, he would offer his body. He would make sure to always be available to relieve him of his stress.
Mine lets out a short sigh and sits back up on the bed. He needs something from the pants he just kicked away. He doesn’t like to pull himself out of his fantasy but he knows the lube he keeps in his pocket will make things much more pleasurable. He wonders if Daigo-san would comment on it. He would probably not expect Mine, proud leader of the Hakuho clan, to always carry a little bottle of lube on him at any time. But he has to be prepared for anything. He can’t know for sure. He can only hope. What if one day, unexpectedly, his chairman wants him? What if they’re far from any shop, or outside? Mine wouldn’t want to turn him down. He would hate himself for passing on that opportunity. But he would want the experience to be as good as possible for the both of them. That’s why, as prim and proper as he appears to be, he always carries with him a handful of condoms and some lube.
I know I can rely on you.
Daigo-san’s voice comments in his mind and Mine feels his cheeks warm up. He squeezes lube on his fingers and settles back on the bed. On his back, he puts his feet flat on the mattress. With his knees bent, he spreads his legs to get easier access to his ass. His head rolls to the side to be able to look at the picture on the phone still held in his left hand. Daigo-san is still here, with a smile that makes his heart swoon. In the picture, his eyes are full of joy. Mine wonders how those eyes would look if they were full of lust. His right hand slides between his legs and his slick fingers probe at his entrance.
“Daigo…” He whispers to the contact picture, his heart stammering with anticipation. Staring lovingly at the face of the one man he lives for, he breaches the rim and pushes inside. More and more, until he’s two knuckles deep. He doesn’t let himself get used to the feeling. He pulls out, almost entirely, before pushing back in. He feels impatient. If he wants to imagine Daigo fucking him, he’ll have to use more than just one finger. It would have been easier with one of his toys but it’s not as discreet as smuggling a few condoms, and he couldn’t justify this kind of luggage on a business trip. He’ll have to be content with what he has.
Breathing out slowly and relaxing his body as much as he can, he pushes his finger deeper, until it's entirely in. His pelvis burns a little bit at the intrusion, in spite of the lube. He’s not being gentle but he doesn’t care. He keeps on staring at Daigo’s face, and he wonders what he would think seeing him so impatient for his dick. He would probably have a smug smile on his lips. Wonder in his eyes. Mine pumps his finger inside him faster. His breath comes out shorter. He brushes against his prostate occasionally but that’s not what he wants yet. Each time he bites his lips to avoid making any sound. Even with his neglected cock, he knows he could come from too much stimulation. That won’t happen now.
He hooks his finger, pushing harshly against his tight embrace as a second finger already starts teasing the entrance. Loosening his hole for what he has planned next. Doing so brushes against his sweet spot and he can’t hold back his moan in time. A current of pleasure travels through his whole body. His cheeks burn him, and he has to focus to keep his eyes open to look at the immortalized picture of his Daigo-san. Would he like the noises he makes? He can see him laughing. He can hear his chuckle from before, so clear in his mind. His entire being trembles with want. He needs him so bad.
He drags his finger out of him. The emptiness bothers him for only a second. He lets the other finger join in and push against his slick rim. “Daigo…” He calls again, his gaze focusing on his beautiful eyes. He imagines having his cock pressing against his ass, instead of his own fingers. How warm, how hard he would feel. He pushes on his feet, lifting his hips from the mattress, as if he could press against his hot body. But all he pushes against is air with a frustrated whine. His fingers clench on his phone.
I’m not sure I should…
Here comes Daigo’s voice. Put off by how desperate his junior assistant is. By how much he needs him. By how their relationship could never come back if he made love to him right there.
“No, please… Please…” Mine finds himself begging to no one. Only to the man in his dreams. But that seems to be enough. His fingers slide past his entrance with little resistance. Little by little, they're pushed all the way until he's stopped by his own palm flushed against his pelvis. He sighs with satisfaction, staring at Daigo-san’s smile in the picture, relishing at the feeling of fullness. Of course it feels nothing like his cock would feel, but he can imagine. It can be enough for this time. With the right thrusts, the right angle, the right pace, he can have his imaginary chairman take him to cloud nine.
His hand takes on a steady rhythm, as would Daigo-san’s hips. He has no trouble bringing himself to a state of pleasure where he can get lost. Where he has no more control on the string of noises that escapes his lips. “Dai-Daigo… Yes… Ah!” Whining and sighing, he spreads his legs wider, fucking himself with his own fingers. Thinking about how much better his chairman would fuck him. He already feels so good. His leaking cock doesn’t even need to be touched for him to feel overcome with ecstasy, uselessly spreading precome on his stomach. He can’t touch it anyway. His other hand is too busy holding his phone to be able to look at the face he wants panting and moaning above him.
Too bad he never heard him moan his name. It would be enough to fuel his fantasies for years. Too bad he doesn’t have a picture of him in a compromising situation, with cheeks flushed and hair damp with sweat. Mine would cherish it. Just like he cherishes that one quick photo stolen during one of their nights of drinking. If his chairman knew… if he knew what he does while thinking about his gorgeous face and his powerful thighs. Would he take a plane straight to his hotel room? The thought alone is enough to make him shiver. He drives his fingers against his prostate in a particularly harsh motion. One that shakes through his entire body, snaps his mouth open with a needy whine and whitens his vision.
He can only feel the bliss spreading in his veins, making all parts of his body clench like one spasm. That’s why he doesn’t feel his fingers spasm and press on something. He can only moan louder, too focused on his fantasy to think about neighboring rooms. That’s why he doesn’t hear the soft click that comes from his phone. His imaginary Daigo continues to rock into him, knowingly driving into his prostate with each thrust. He loses control of his body over ecstasy, feeling his own walls clench around his fingers. His jaw hangs open and every fiber of his body trembles with pleasure.
“Daig…” He sighs, slurring too much on his name because of his shaking lips. “Daigo…”
“ine… Mine?”
He freezes abruptly when he thinks he heard something. Something that sounded like his name, but it was too distant to come from his fantasy. Fingers still inside of him, though slowly easing out, he tries to blink away the bleariness in his eyes. His phone finally comes into focus. That’s when he sees that the beautiful picture of Daigo-san is half-covered by the call layout. A call that started about fifteen seconds ago, according to the timer. His heart drops. Paralyzed by the realization that he just called his chairman back, he almost drops his phone on the bed right then and there.
But then he hears his faint voice come again from the speaker, and he understands that he can’t leave him confused as to why he would call again in the middle of the night. He tries to come up with a reason, but his own body hugging tightly his fingers and his hard cock still leaking on his stomach are distracting. He was so close, too. Why… Why did this have to happen… He thinks about pulling out his fingers but he’s afraid it might push him right over the edge when Daigo-san might hear him. By the time he presses his phone against his ear with shaking fingers, he has failed to make up a lie. Thankfully his chairman is the first to speak.
“Mine, are you there?”
This was a terrible idea. He should have hung up as soon as he realized his mistake. Because just hearing that voice again when he’s so worked up… he could come without needing to move his fingers. Still, he grips his phone tighter and tries his best to steady his voice. “Yes, ch-chairman.”
He hears a sigh on the other side. One of relief, but his distracted mind could easily interpret it in another way. Would his sigh be the same when he finally buries his cock fully inside of him? He has to bite his lips to stop himself from moaning at the thought. He’s playing a dangerous game. He should stop it right now. But his body still trembling from ecstasy makes it hard to make a logical choice.
That is, until Daigo-san starts talking again with worry seeping through every word. “What’s wrong? Are you injured? Do you need me to come over?”
Yes, is his first answer. That’s what his body is aching to reply. He wants to beg for him to join him. But he can’t. He could never dare to ask such a selfish thing of his beloved chairman. Daigo-san is worried sick about the whole Okinawa situation, enough to stay up at night while Mine entertains his twisted fantasies. And the fact that he called him so soon after their last call must be even more concerning. It’s no wonder he sounds so troubled.
“I-I’m sorry I… ah, didn’t mean to…” He tries to explain, at least to ease his chairman’s worries. But God, he’s so close, his mind fogged by lust and need. His pelvis burns and aches with the need for release. What’s worse is that now he can hear that voice clearer than he could ever make it in his mind. He can also hear his breathing. How can breathing sound so hot? Everything about Daigo-san is just so alluring. It’s not his fault if he can’t stop his fingers from moving again.
“to… to call-!” When he pushes his hand flat against his scrotum, he has a split second of clarity where he feels the muscles of his jaw loosen up. He has just enough time to shove his face against the mattress, away from the receiver, to muffle his desperate moan. As he drags his fingers back out, he pulls the phone back against his cheek with a shaking hand and unsteady breath.
“Oh, well… that’s alright.” His chairman says. Even if he sounds hesitant, his voice sounds so suave through the phone. Mine wonders if he could discreetly add a third finger while listening to him. The thought alone makes his asshole clench. This time he succeeds only in turning his gasp into a low hum. “Mine, are you drunk?”
Is that what he thinks is happening? He has to admit, those phones are not at the top of their technology yet. It’s hard to hear everything that is happening on the other end. He can’t really blame his boss for not immediately thinking his loyal right-hand man is masturbating while speaking with him on the phone. But he doesn’t want to lie directly to him either. Not about drinking. He doesn’t want to give the impression of being a man weak to temptation. Though… that is exactly what he is. Or else, he wouldn't be slowly pushing his third digit against his entrance.
He shakes his head, but then realizes that his chairman can’t see him. Thank God. “N-No…” He gasps.
“Then what’s going on?” His tone could be annoyed, rightfully so, for being called after 3a.m. He could be quizzical of Mine’s strange behavior. But no. His tone is always soft and worried. As tender and sweet as honey poured directly in his ears. Mine licks his lips, pressing tentatively his ring finger against the plush rim of muscles. He wants to push inside but he needs the right timing. He needs to keep the other man talking. Thankfully his chairman is talkative even without his input.
“Why did you call again so soon after saying you were dealing with everything? If something is wrong and you’re hiding it from me…”
A shiver runs down his arching spine. He bites down on his lower lip so strongly he might draw blood, but he doesn’t care. He’s hiding something, alright. But it’s nothing his sweet Daigo-san could even conceive. “I swear I’m… good…” He’s feeling really, really good, even. In spite of the wrongness of his actions.
There’s only a slight pause on Daigo-san’s side. “Good… I don’t want you overworking yourself. I don’t want you to crash and burn. Whatever you need, you only have to tell me, and I’ll do anything to provide it for you.”
His mouth hangs open, and once again he tries to press his face against the sheets of his bed. Yes… those words… they could work. They’re close enough. He would provide anything for him. Anything. So slowly, he pulls his fingers out. They pop out with a wet sound so lewd, he can barely hold a gasp. Could his chairman hear? Either way, he has to cover for it. Say anything in reply. His prolonged silence is only getting suspicious.
“I just-... I miss you.” Are the words his feverish mind conjures.
“Hah-” Was that… a gasp? Mine holds his breath, keeping his digits just brushing against his entrance, trying to focus on everything that comes from the low-quality speakers. Maybe he’s going crazy from lust but he could swear his chairman’s breath is shorter now. “You… I… I miss you too, Mine. Believe me, if I could drop everything and take a plane to you, I would.”
That’s the moment Mine chooses to shove his three fingers in. They all slide effortlessly in him, brushing against his sweet spot. The simple spark of pleasure erupts into a wildfire rapidly devouring his lower stomach. His neglected cock twitches with need against his abs. The fiction of his sensitive head against his own skin is too much to bear. He gasps and whimpers out loud. “Ngh!… hah-” Too quick to stop it. Too intense. Even as he presses his face into his pillow to try an muffle it. Too late. Too loud. No… Daigo-san will hear.
But… he misses him… His chairman misses him too. Does he miss him just as much? Would he take a plane right now if Mine told him he was ready for him? Could he even last the time of the flight? He spreads his fingers, scissoring himself, loosening himself with a whimper and shuddering breath. "Huh- Hahhh…"
“... Mine…” Daigo-san tries, his voice careful. Daigo-san heard him. Daigo-san knows. He must have lost his mind because he doesn’t care anymore. He wants him to know just how much he misses him, even when they’re in the same room. “Are you… are you crying?”
He sounds moved, but Mine chokes back a laughter. Crying? He supposes that his short breaths and soft whimpering could be mistaken for sobs, especially after he told his chairman he missed him. He doesn’t even entertain the idea of feeding the lie. It would be useless with three of his digits now slowly but regularly moving in and out of his begging hole. “No, Daigo, I’m-I’m not… crying. Ah!” He fails to catch a wanting moan, pulled out of him when he shoves his fingers fully back in. His throat is shaking as much as his legs, but he doesn't care about keeping them upright anymore.
There’s another long pause from his chairman, as if to mark a time of reflection. Then, there is rustling. If he had to guess, he would say he’s changing his posture but he can’t really know to which position. “Mine…” When he speaks again, his voice is lower. As if he was going to tell him a secret. Mine’s whole body burns him by just hearing his name murmured with that velvet voice. His chairman sounds breathless too. It's doing more things to Mine than his own hand pleasuring him. “Mine, fuck-... Are you… You’re not… w-what are you doing right now?”
What can he say to that? He can’t say anything. His face is on fire, just like the rest of his body. He feels so hot that his hair is a mess, sticking up in all the places and sticking to his forehead because of his own sweat. He’s not sure if it comes from the physical exertion or from shame. It was the worst mistake of his life. He should have hung up as soon as he realized the slip of his fingers. It’s the best thing to happen to him. He never felt so blissful. His chairman sounds so, so hot with his voice lowered like that it’s tearing his mind apart.
“Daigooo…” Is all he can moan in reply, his digits working restlessly inside his tight warmth.
“H-How…” His chairman stumbles. “W-What’s your position right now?”
“Ngh…” His body trembles, his ass tightening around his own digits. Why… why does he want to know? His position? He can’t think straight. “I’m… th-three fingers deep.”
He hears cursing once more, as well as more fussing around. “Fuck, Mine, fuck." There is a deep breath on the line "What happened, were you thinking of me? That’s what you meant when you said you missed me?”
“Yes.” He breathes out, too far-gone to think about hiding the truth.
“Because I miss you too. Almost every night.”
Oh God. “Nghaaah…” Mine can’t hold back his pathetic little cry. He can’t think about hiding how he’s feeling or what he’s thinking. His mind and body are completely engulfed in Daigo. Daigo’s voice. Daigo’s stutter. Daigo’s quickened breath. Daigo… Daigo was touching himself thinking about him, too? He could die on the spot and he would still be content, taking that knowledge close to his heart into the afterlife. He can see it so perfectly now. His chairman, in the intimacy of his home, touching his full cock wishing Mine was here to please him.
“You sound good.” The man of his dreams sighs. “How close are you?”
“S-So close… Daigo, please…”
“Yeah, I’m here. Take your cock in your hand.”
With great difficulties, he shakes his head. “No.”
“What? Why?” His chairman chokes, clearly not expecting a refusal.
“I’m holding the phone.”
“Put me on speakers.”
“I want… your picture…” He argues more strongly. If he can’t have his voice right against his ear, he at least wants to see him. See his inviting lips and his glimmering eyes and his strong shoulders and wide chest barely concealed by his white shirt.
“Close your eyes.” He instructs again. “I’m right here with you, Mine. I’m-hm…” He’s interrupted by a moan. A sound so deep and divine, Mine almost forgets all the rest just to obey. To hear it again. “I’m… just above you. The fingers inside you are mine, slowly working you open. And now I want you to feel good. I’m taking your cock in my hand.”
After the noise he just heard, the confirmation that Daigo is currently pleasuring himself, how could he disobey? He complies, pushing the speakers button with blurry vision and shaking fingers. Then he puts the phone down as close to his head as possible. Even if it doesn’t affect the volume. He’s afraid someone will hear. Someone in the corridor or the room next door perhaps. Someone else will hear Daigo’s sexy voice and maddening words. Still, with his hand now free, he reaches for his aching cock. The moment the tip of his fingers brush against reddened skin, a cry is pulled from his lips and his back arches, pushing himself deeper on his own fingers.
“D-Dai… Daigo… I won’t…”
“How hard are you? How wet?” He breathes, his hurried tone betraying his need to know.
“S-So much…”
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes…”
“Imagine… Imagine it’s my lips wrapped around you.”
“Gah-ah!” He almost just came from that alone. His lower back burning and heat fizzling in every single one of his nerves. His balls tightened so hard. It’s so difficult, keeping it together. But he doesn’t want… He doesn’t want this to end just yet. “Fuck…”
“Huh, yeah…” His chairman chuckles, breathlessly. “That makes me feel like that too. God… Mine… Can you see it? I… I can almost feel it.” His words are like liquid bliss poured directly into his ear and flowing down to his pelvis. Each of them pushing him closer to the dangerous edge. He needs him to be quiet right now or he’ll… he’ll... “How tight you are around my fingers. How… How completely you fill my mouth…”
“T-Then… shouldn’t you stop talking?” He retorts, hoping not to sound as desperate as he truly is. But with his hand on his own cock he can feel how wet he is from all his own teasing. The one from his chairman is even more efficient.
He hears a strangled laughter on the speakers. “Huh… You’d rather I…Haaaann~” He moans, exaggeratedly. It’s very pointedly meant to tease, but it’s too good. Mine throws his head back, and his throat vibrates with a moan of his own. As if his body was instinctively replying to his chairman who continues to make fake noises. Until they don’t seem that exaggerated anymore.
He listens to him, murmuring his name and sighing, his breath growing quicker and louder on the phone. Hearing him get lost in passion in real time is too much. He doesn’t even need to move his hands. Daigo lets out a gasp, followed by a deep, desperate moan. That’s enough to shake Mine’s body with need. He can’t do this much longer. He regrets what he said. Maybe if Daigo was sucking his cock he would not be able to talk to him, but what he really wanted to think about tonight was his chairman fucking him. Taking his ass and whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
He pushes his fingers in again, in spite of his entire body shaking. He needs his chairman’s voice to reach his climax. “Daigo… I… Sorry, please… talk to me.”
“Hm… Mine… Sorry I forgot for a bit, I-” He’s cut off by another moan, broken and breathless. That’s what truly does it for Mine. He can only imagine what kinds of things his beloved chairman is doing to himself, to pull those noises from his lips. He can only think about Daigo-san so desperate for sweet release he forgets to speak. With his imagination running wild, he doesn’t control how his hips jerk and the moan that it pulls from his lips.
“Please…” He whimpers, or so he guesses. With the way his jaw slacks open he’s not even sure he’s capable of forming any intelligible word.
"Mine… Mine, Mine," Daigo sings his name between heavy breaths. "I want to be with you. I want to touch you. I want to feel you."
Hearing his wants be chanted back to him with that voice is enough to make his body shake with need. His hand clenches on the base of his cock just to prevent himself from coming, but he can't stop himself from arching his spine. His head tilts back as he feels the overpowering strength of his climax building up and rising through his abdomen. He feels his own body tighten around his fingers upon hearing those words. His eyes sting with tears as he's overwhelmed with both pleasure and anguish. He wants to feel him too. He needs to feel him. He can't come without him.
“I’m so close.” The other man pants.
He can only imagine him, sitting in his chair in his office, caught off guard by Mine’s call. Stroking himself with abandon, driven to madness just from Mine’s moans. Is he really getting off at the thought of sucking off his most loyal advisor? Maybe this time, when Mine comes back victorious, he won’t only get a pat on the shoulder as congratulations. He might actually get what he craves more than anything. He might not only hear him, but see him when he pushes him on his couch to show him the extent of his gratitude. He might feel his hands on his belt, his thighs, his ass… He might replace his fingers with his own. More driven as they push in and stretch him.
He can't wait anymore. His body and soul are begging for it. “M-Me too… Daigo…”
“Come for me, Mine. Close to-Close to the… fuck, I want to hear.”
If it’s a direct order, he can’t really disobey. But if Daigo is about to come, Mine wants to hear it too, and be the only one. As painfully as peeling off his own skin, he lets go of his desperately wet dick to grab his phone from its place next to his head. He presses the speakers button and puts it against his ear as he thrusts his fingers in his tight warmth again. With the way his body is already coiled and burning, he won’t have to make his chairman wait very long. He’s not just enduring wave after wave of pleasure. He’s drowning in it. And still it won’t stop building. He pants and whimpers Daigo’s name, and gets as much pleasure from his fingers as he does from hearing Daigo do the same.
He shoves his fingers against his prostate once, twice, before all breaks loose. He cries out Daigo’s name as his hips shake with the power of his orgasm. His walls tighten around him, a burning pleasure crushing his lower stomach as he empties his full cock on his chest and abdomen. All of his body clenches and snaps with the strength of his climax. When he comes back to his senses, he struggles to catch his breath. His lungs feel heavy, as if they were also filled with Daigo’s honeyed voice.
That’s when he notices his phone slipped from his grip when he came. But for some reason, he doesn’t latch onto it immediately. It’s just laying on the mattress next to his head. If Daigo-san was saying, or screaming something, he would hear. But the line is silent. So he just lies on his back, his come cooling on his skin, trying to catch his breath and calm the frantic beating of his heart. A viscous regret clings to his skin as he realizes that he missed him. Too engrossed in his own devouring pleasure, he didn’t hear Daigo-san come. He didn’t hear him…
The weight of what he’s just done suddenly dawns on him.
He just came on the phone with the Sixth Chairman. His heart flutters with excitement at the same time as his stomach lurches with panic. Finally, he grabs his phone and puts it to his ear. “D-Daigo-san?” He calls, fear shaking his voice. He turns his body to lean on his free arm, as if it would be enough to shield him from the shame. He doesn’t know what kind of answer he expects. Nothing could ease his worries, apart from the impossible. Apart from something he can’t even dream of.
“... Mine,” Daigo-san speaks again, and the way his voice comes out breathless is enough to short-circuit his brain. “... when are you coming back?”
“Three days.” He replies on auto-pilot.
“Okay… Will you come by my office directly when you land?”
Mine doesn’t even know what to reply. Of course he will obey, but what is he supposed to expect of that meeting? Will he be punished for acting the way he did, for degrading the image of the Sixth Chairman in his perverted mind? Or will Daigo-san talk him through another mind-shattering orgasm like he just did? Seeing how little time it took him to shift gears from worried to dirty talk, he wants to believe in the second option. But God, three days is a long time.
“I really must go to sleep now.”
“Right.” He shakes his head, trying to regain a bit of brain power. “Erm… thank you for your time, Sixth Chairman.”
He hears chuckling on the other end, followed by an awkward: “Please don’t.” Daigo-san doesn’t leave him time to apologize about his misstep. “We’ll talk more about all this in three days, okay? In the meantime… I’ll wait for your call tomorrow night, understood?”
Oh… Another call… Perhaps of the same nature. Mine swallows thickly. He understands alright. “Without fail, Daigo.”
“Hm…” Mine knows the man enough to recognize the smile in his voice, tired as he sounds. “Alright, bye, love you.”
His exhaustion is proven by how quickly he hangs up, but mostly, by the words spilling from his tired lips. Mine feels shot in the guts, and not in a much better state of exhaustion than his chairman. He falls back on his shoulders, his phone discarded without a care. He stares at the ceiling with blown out eyes. He has no idea how he’s going to fall asleep now. Did Daigo even realize what he said? Is he also staring at his ceiling with scarlet cheeks?
He’s got a meeting to attend to in the morning. One he really wants to blow off. But he has one more reason to be exemplary and perfect in his work. He forces his eyes shut, and pushes images of a disheveled and flushed Daigo away. If he manages to strike this deal sooner than expected, he’ll come home to him early. And then he’ll reply to his last words in person.