day 16: in public place


[multi-tasking]

Furihata admits that Akashi Seijuuro is entirely professional in matters that concern his company and more; he speaks in a manner that immediately earns him high regard from peers and trading partners alike, and god knows how easy it is to fall into his schemes or be persuaded by his tasteful charms. He's well-mannered, well-dressed, well-everything, and Furihata doubts that he could pinpoint a single detail that would make Akashi blandly human.

When it comes to peculiar penchants, however, Furihata knows this:

Akashi Seijuuro absolutely enjoys playing footsie with Furihata's nether regions.

"Sei," Furihata grits through his teeth, his palms going clammy at the first contact of Akashi's sock-clad foot. Even through the material of his slacks, he can tell that Akashi used the socks that Furihata gave him two Christmases ago, specifically the kind that slides easily against skin. Furihata attempts to shift to the side so he can avoid Akashi's plays. "We're having an executive meeting in five minutes."

Akashi has his hands clasped under his chin, and his amusement doesn't paint itself across his face as a sly grin. He only remarks, "I'm well aware of that, Kouki."

Biting his lip to refrain from whimpering (it doesn't help so much when his resolve doesn't have particularly strong communication with his dick), Furihata focuses on opening his folder as the members of the board come in. They acknowledge each other with simple nods, oblivious to Furihata's sweating spectacle. Akashi leans further back on his chair and poises his foot, swiping his toe over the protrusion in Furihata's slacks.

The meeting begins with Akashi calling things into order, his voice calm even when his mind is somewhere else. Furihata only hears the words sales and increase as he's too busy swallowing down the noises that threaten to escape his mouth. It's too unfair, he thinks, barely having the capacity to do so. A certain motion of Akashi's foot has him clenching his jaw so hard that he wouldn't be surprised if he'll dislocate something soon.

By the time Akashi has covered some changes in policies, Furihata's so sure that he'll lose it, that he could probably allow himself to moan just to relieve the building frustration. He wills himself to focus on the presentation, to clamp his legs tighter to curb the arousal.

One of the board members cocks his head towards Furihata's direction, frowning at the distressed expression on Furihata's face. Furihata exhales shakily. "Furihata-san, are you okay?"

Akashi pauses and sets his papers down as he waits for Furihata's response. The brunet vehemently nods. "I'm fine. Please-do proceed with the presentation."

He retrieves a water bottle from his right-Evian, he notes, typical of Akashi-and silently drinks, hoping that the coolness would at least return his inflamed cheeks to their normal color. Akashi resumes with his discussion of some plights in one of the divisions, and as collected as he seems, his foot seems too eager to start working Furihata up again.

"We'll have a five-minute break," Akashi declares, straightening his back as the other members bow and take their leave. He turns to Furihata, who has his mouth open and his eyes glazed. "Kouki, I'm surprised that you've held out for so long."

Furihata doesn't stifle a gasp when Akashi starts toeing his slit with utmost precision that it's almost unbelievable how Akashi managed to find that one exact spot that has him hanging on for dear life. His knuckles turn white as he clutches onto the armrests. "Sei. It's not-ah-fair."

"I don't think I'm the only one who's enjoying this," Akashi says, his eyes flashing with satisfaction. "You seem to be more responsive than ever."

"Not-" Furihata retorts only for his statement to be cut off by an unnecessary whine, one which makes Akashi smile appreciatively. "Not my fault, when you're doing this to me."

Akashi doesn't answer as he twists his foot with the right amount of pressure, and Furihata has to brace himself against the table when he comes, the moment too quick yet blinding. As the tingling sensation ebbs away, he breathes, his face buried under his arms as his legs feel numb. Akashi hums as Furihata realizes that his slacks would noticeably have a wet patch on the front soon.

Twisting his wrist to look at his watch, Akashi says, "You've got two minutes to regain your composure before the meeting resumes."

Furihata, with his cheek pressed to the table, mumbles, "You're mean."

"I try to please you," Akashi laughs a little, reclining in his chair comfortably. Furihata still hasn't wiped the sweat off of his brows when the door swings open to reveal the members. Akashi blinks in surprise when Furihata ducks under the table, his hands situated on Akashi's knees.

From this distance, the members can't hear them still. "Kouki," Akashi murmurs, "the meeting is beginning soon."

The members of the board approach with smiles on their faces and the aroma of newly-brewed coffee stuck to their coats. Akashi inhales sharply when he feels Furihata's nimble fingers find the zipper of his trousers and silently tug it down.

Maintaining a neutral expression, Akashi says, "I hope that you've made the most out of the short break."

One of the directors briefly glances at Furihata's empty seat before saying, "Hasn't Furihata-san returned?"

"He's," Akashi pauses, exhaling as he senses Furihata reach into his boxers and wrap a hand around his cock, slowly pumping it. "He had to run some errands."

Meanwhile, Furihata grins under the table, whispering, payback time, as he deep-throats Akashi in one go.

His tongue flicks haphazardly in satisfaction at the sound that Akashi couldn't bear to suppress.

.

.

Akashi knows this:

A certain Furihata Kouki can damn well prove that two can play his game.

(Not that he doesn't like it;

he absolutely,

maddeningly does.)