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It was always a pleasant surprise when Kiryu would turn up at the Sky Finance office. His visits had been becoming more frequent, always finding a reason to be back in Kamurocho for a day or two, despite his other duties. Akiyama wasn’t complaining. Kiryu was a nice distraction from the monotony of his day-to-day work life, and Kiryu always brought Hana some sort of gift to apologize for stealing Akiyama’s attention. Hana was charmed and Akiyama was thankful for it; at least he would only have to listen to Hana complain about his lack of manners instead of his lack of motivation.
“Are you busy tonight?” Kiryu asked after Hana had left for the day, leaving the men alone, smoking in the overly warm office.
“As soon as I make this last collection call, I’m free,” Akiyama promised. “What did you have in mind?”
“Dinner?” Kiryu asked.
Akiyama smirked. “Yeah, I’ll treat you, did you have someplace in mind?”
Kiryu shook his head. “Not really, as long as it’s not Smile Burger .”
“I think I can do that,” Akiyama agreed, wondering why Kiryu had such an aversion to the fast food joint. “You want to help me make this collection call, then? I could always use the backup.”
Kiryu shook his head, smiling. “Ah, I’m the muscle, I get it.”
“You’re not just a pretty face,” Akiyama agreed, grinding out his cigarette and standing. “Come on, the sooner we get this done, the sooner we can eat.”
Kiryu couldn’t argue with that and he followed Akiyama to the collection call. It went smoother than even Akiyama had expected, and Kiryu’s presence wasn’t exactly needed. Happily, Akiyama counted out some bills and insisted that Kiryu take it as payment for his services. Kiryu tried to decline, but Akiyama insisted even more, pressing the money into his hand with an air of finality, and after a quick stop at his office to deposit the rest of the money in his safe, they were on their way.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stop there for a milkshake or something?” Akiyama teased as they passed the second Smile Burger on their way.
“I am absolutely certain that if you tried to take me there for dinner, I would be well within my right to throw you into a Dumpster.”
Akiyama chuckled. “Your distaste is duly noted and I won’t offer it again,” he promised, surreptitiously scanning the area for any Dumpsters. “Kanrai, then?”
“Sure,” Kiryu agreed. It was one of his favourites aside from the divey back alley ramen shops that dotted the city, and he wouldn’t turn down the expensive barbecue and whiskey, especially if he wasn’t paying for it. He didn’t get to indulge as often as he liked these days, and Akiyama knew it.
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They’d been good. Polite, even. It had just been shy glances across the table and quiet innuendo over dinner, nothing obscene. Akiyama had even managed to flirt with the waitress, singing Kiryu’s praises as his next big client as she fawned over how handsome they both were, feeding their egos as much as their food orders fed their bellies. They hadn’t even ducked into an alley on the way back to give in to the suggestion of all the things that they wanted to do to each other. They’d managed to keep it together until the last ten feet of the hallway leading to the apartment door.
Akiyama fumbled for his keys as Kiryu slipped his hand up under his jacket, tugging the back of his shirt out from where it was tucked in so his fingers could trace up against the skin on the small of his back. His breath was hot against Akiyama’s neck as he leaned in a little closer, his hand snaking around to Akiyama’s stomach, trailing up his body to his chest as Akiyama clumsily unlocked the front door. They stumbled into Akiyama’s apartment, kicking off shoes and were barely able to close the door (“...for propriety’s sake, please, Kiryu-san.”) before they were shrugging off their jackets and fumbling with the buttons of each other’s shirts. Kiryu pressed Akiyama’s lean body against the wall, slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt as he kissed his neck, making Akiyama groan impatiently in his arousal. Kiryu traced his fingers across Akiyama’s nipples, tweaking them gently and making him hiss a breath before wrapping his hands around his waist and pulling him close. Akiyama was helpless under his touch, willingly overpowered and loving every minute of it. Akiyama was hard already, longing for Kiryu to take this further, and he realized as Kiryu pulled him closer, so was he.
Kiryu moved his hands down to Akiyama’s waist, unlatching his belt and undoing his pants, letting them drop to the floor as he palmed Akiyama’s erection through his underwear. He made a little hum of approval, raking his gaze over Akiyama’s exposed body.
“Are you going to tease me like this all night?” Akiyama asked, impatiently, reaching up to finish undoing the buttons on Kiryu’s shirt as he groped his cock. He moved his hips a little, grinding himself against Kiryu’s palm, desperate for some friction before he slipped Kiryu’s shirt away from his shoulders, making the other man let go of him so he could fully remove his shirt.
“There’s less rush isn’t there?” Kiryu purred. “No chance of getting caught by someone in here, so I can take my time.”
Akiyama hissed a breath; he couldn’t claim that he didn’t enjoy Kiryu’s tastes for slow, drawn out sessions. He hadn’t been expecting to see him again for a while, so his surprise visit wasn’t unwelcome, either. But they usually started with something a little more frantic and heated , and Akiyama wasn’t as patient tonight as he normally was. Kiryu had been too close, too flirty. And the lack of a quickie at the office between all the flirting and dinner had Akiyama ready to act up just to get a moment of release. Akiyama grabbed Kiryu by the waistband of his pants, pulling him through the living room and down the hallway to the bedroom. He was impatient and Kiryu chuckled behind him, the jingle of him unlatching his belt and fly as they walked made Akiyama groan involuntarily in anticipation. He turned to face Kiryu and Kiryu wrapped his arms around Akiyama’s body, lifting him carefully and setting him on his back on the bed. Kiryu stripped, unceremoniously pulling off the rest of his clothes before crawling over Akiyama. He leaned down to kiss his mouth, one hand tugging down Akiyama’s underwear to free his erection.
Kiryu ran his fingers across Akiyama’s shaft before gripping him harder as he swiped his thumb across his head. Akiyama squirmed beneath him, whining at the tease, to which Kiryu responded by kissing him again.
“You’re always so impatient,” Kiryu complained, slowly stroking Akiyama’s shaft, “for someone who would rather lie back and let me do all the work.”
“You’re always the one who demands a quick, public blowjob in an alley on our way anywhere,” Akiyama shot back, though his heart wasn’t into the playful argument. “It’s not my fault I’m used to it now.”
Kiryu leaned forward to kiss him again before sighing. “All right, I suppose I ought to indulge you, since you can’t wait any longer.” He kissed Akiyama’s jaw, moving down his neck, tongue lapping over his Adam’s apple before moving to his collarbones. He flicked his tongue across Akiyama’s nipples, one, then the other, moving down his body in the same slow, leisurely way, kissing and tasting and exploring while Akiyama whined. Kiryu pulled off his underwear, sliding them down his legs as he purposefully ignored Akiyama’s throbbing erection, much to Akiyama’s dismay. Kiryu pressed kisses into the insides of Akiyama’s thighs, biting the crook where his leg attached to his hip and making him squirm before trailing his mouth back up his stomach, still ignoring his cock.
“Why?” Akiyama begged when Kiryu moved in such a way as to make his own erection brush tantalizingly across Akiyama’s.
Kiryu clicked his tongue as he reached over to the bedside table, grabbing lube before settling himself back on his knees over Akiyama. He leaned back a little more, pinning Akiyama down with his weight as he flicked open the bottle. He dribbled a little over his fingers and dragged them, with the still cold lube, across Akiyama’s cock, making him yelp.
“Shit, Kiryu, that’s cold,” Akiyama complained.
Kiryu smirked as he ran his palm against Akiyama’s erection, watching the lube drip down to catch in his pubes. “You’re the one who’s being impatient here.”
Akiyama squirmed again, writhing in exquisite, agonizing, teasing pleasure. It was the kind of tease that just got him going, kept his attention and arousal, and suggested the best was yet to start. The achingly slow caress of Kiryu’s hand, so warm against his skin, teasing him while being delectably attentive to every spot that made him shiver but not so much that he felt like he’d come too soon. He was enjoying the feeling of Kiryu’s heavy body against him, pinning his legs down just enough so that he couldn’t squirm out of the way and demand more attention. Akiyama wasn’t the kind of man to let himself get overpowered like this, but with Kiryu it was so easy to give in, the gentleness behind his steely demeanour always caught him off guard and he revelled in every chance he was given to see this soft, quiet side of the Dragon.
Even if Kiryu was taking his sweet time in getting either of them off.
“Hmm,” Kiryu said suddenly. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while.”
“Tease me to death?” Aiyama asked, propping himself up on one elbow while he watched Kiryu stroke him.
Kiryu leaned forward to kiss him. “No,” he mumbled, “better, I promise.” He pushed his mouth into Akiyama’s, slipping his tongue back between his lips. Akiyama’s free hand moved to the back of Kiryu’s head, pulling him closer as Kiryu hummed his pleasure into the kiss. Kiryu shifted his weight a little, moving forward on his knees, taking his hand momentarily away from Akiyama’s cock to slide his slicked up fingers between his cheeks, fingering his rim gently, smearing the body-warmed lube against him. Carefully, he took Akiyama’s cock in his hand again, stroking him slowly as he positioned himself against his opening. Akiyama groaned into Kiryu’s mouth as he realized what Kiryu was doing, nodding his approval and pulling Kiryu closer. Kiryu lowered himself onto Akiyama, breaking the kiss with a sharp inhalation as he did, stretching himself around Akiyama’s cock with no preparation, letting him fill him as he moved slowly.
“Oh, fuck, Kiryu,” Akiyama groaned, letting himself fall back onto the bed and draping his arm over his eyes, desperately willing himself not to cum immediately at the warm pressure around his cock. “Ahhh, so tight.”
Kiryu hesitated for a moment as he settled himself fully on Akiyama’s lap, shifting slightly as he let himself stretch and adjust to the sensation of being stuffed so tight. He leaned forward slightly, moving carefully as he lifted himself, making Akiyama shudder with the sensation, and mumble incoherently. He slid himself back down, grinding his hips slowly as he pumped Akiyama into him, building a rhythm as he worked the lube into him, loosening up just enough to make his gyrations easier. Akiyama thrust up, carefully, to meet Kiryu and he jolted, lurching forward as Akiyama hit the sweet spot to send a vibrant shock of pleasure through him.
Akiyama grinned widely. “Mm, you like that, don’t you?”
Kiryu huffed a breath. “I do,” he agreed slowly, “but let me do this for you.”
Akiyama shivered at the words, nevermind the pressure and friction against his cock. He nodded, running his hands over Kiryu’s legs and grabbing his hips, guiding him to a better angle before lifting himself back onto his elbows. Kiryu followed the new angle easily, tilting his hips a little more forward as he pulled back, driving Akiyama a little deeper with the new motion, making himself shiver every time he pulled him back inside. Akiyama reached up with one hand to pull him into a kiss as Kiryu sped up his gyrations. He didn’t want to wait anymore, either. Gently, Kiryu pushed Akiyama back to the bed, leaning forward to brace himself over him with one hand. Akiyama licked his lips, watching as Kiryu bucked his hips forward, driving Akiyama harder into him, and simultaneously stroking his own weeping cock.
Akiyama’s breath hitched in his chest as the first waves of pleasure rolled through him, he bucked his hips again, thrusting up into Kiryu and making the other man whine. “Shit, Kiryu, you’re so warm. Goddamn, I can’t wait.”
Kiryu sat up again, arching his back slightly as he put a little more weight on Akiyama’s legs, pumping him as deep into him as he could. “Cum with me, then, Akiyama-san.”
Kiryu’s words, whispered gently, were enough to let Akiyama go. He moaned, babbling about how good Kiryu felt as he rocked back on his cock. Akiyama bucked his hips one last time, pushing them both over the edge as they came, Kiryu tightening around Akiyama’s shaft again as he pumped into him, the flutter of his walls as he orgasmed gripping Akiyama and making him almost blackout with pleasure. Kiryu huffed again as he stroked himself to orgasm, riding the last wave of stimulation on Akiyama’s cock as he spilled his cum across Akiyama’s stomach, sticky and warm.
Kiryu leaned forward and steadied himself with a hand against Akiyama’s chest, breathing heavily as he rode Akiyama’s last shuddering waves of pleasure, slowly grinding his hips to make sure that Akiyama felt every inch of him as he finished. Carefully, he lifted himself off of Akiyama, rolling to the side as he did, not sure what to do with his sticky, cum-covered hand. As if he could read his mind, Akiyama grabbed his wrist, bringing his fingers to his lips and licking his spend off, just enough to taste the salt and bitter, and make Kiryu consider going for a second ride.
Akiyama laid back, pulling Kiryu a little closer to rest on his shoulder, fingers entwined with Kiryu’s sticky ones. “Hmm,” he mused, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of the rapidly cooling jizz on his stomach, they could shower in a minute. “If you’re going to treat me like that, Kiryu-san, I might need to take you out to dinner more often.”