Title: The Imperial Palace Chapter 4.
Setting: Strip Club AU.
Rating: No really guys, I wrote a real sex scene this time, no joke. D:
Reason: Everyone loves Platinum Pair. Do not doubt me because I am on the internet and the internet is never wrong okay.
Pairing: Platinum Pair. Not much else this time.
Warnings: Uncreative content, possible OOC-ness, oh god Niou you slut, matrimonial commitments, alcohol, etc.
Disclaimer: Konomi-sensei is the tennis god.
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Fuck fuck fuck, he was so screwed.
Niou looked down at his empty wallet with disdain plain on his face. He was so broke. Niou sighed, leaning back against the brick wall of some building. A few people walking by paused and stared at him, a young man expressing obvious distress in the middle of the street.
Just great, thought Niou. This meant he would either have to go visit his parents for supper or hope Sanada and Yanagi would let him into their dorm so that Niou could secretly eat their food. Waiting a few more days for the end of the month to come and bring his monthly allowance was too long of a wait. Niou knew he shouldn't have bought those new headphones and those concert tickets and gone out clubbing every other night, but the life of a college student was meant to be enjoyed! Unfortunately, enjoyment apparently cost too much money.
Niou only now wished that he hadn't gotten fired from his last part-time job. Really, all he had done was impersonate the manager and then proceed to give raises to all the employees; totally not a big deal. That manager had no sense of humour at all.
And now here he was, a money-less and jobless student with nothing to do. The sun had finally set after a long day of trudging along sidewalks and streets, looking for something to do so that he could avoid staying indoors and studying all day like he was supposed to be doing. He found himself walking along familiar streets, with its concrete surface dirty with dried up gum and illuminated with streetlamps. He always found himself roaming this area since it was always the most alive at night with nightclubs and bars decorating every direction. Niou frequented this street far too often and it showed. Other people, guys and girls, waved at him on the street. Niou smiled back but didn't chat with any of them. They were all like him: young adults who liked to party without a care in the world. Niou may have danced with some of them, shared drinks with others or woken up one morning in their company, but most were nothing more than recognizable faces. Niou barely knew the names of any of the passer-bys who waved at him.
"Hey Masaharu!" Niou turned, seeing a middle-aged woman dressed like she was a teenager calling out to him from an open entrance. "You coming in tonight, babe?"
Niou shook his head. "Sorry Hanamura-san. I'm broke today." he replied. Hanamura was the manager of one of the most popular dance clubs on this street. Although Niou loved it there for the great music and energy, entrance came with a fee and the place boosted the most expensive prices imaginable.
Instead, Niou walked right past most places, not planning on spending money he didn't have. He felt rather hopeless, knowing he had nothing else to do other than go home and write that research paper that was due last week. The next few days were going to be hell. He was going to have to rely on Yanagi's fridge for food and flirt with people at clubs to get himself some drinks.
He was about to cross the street and make his way home when he caught sight of a familiar-looking man walking off a little bit ahead. Niou stopped and stared at the man in the business suit who obviously did not seem like he belonged in a place filled with young students in bright revealing clothes. Niou recalled thinking the exact same thing back when Niou had first seen the man, Yagyuu, if he remembered correctly.
Ah, that's right. Niou remembered it more clearly now. It had been only a few weeks ago, on Valentine's day, that Niou had met Yagyuu at that popular strip club. More specifically, Niou remembered doing more kissing than talking. Not that he had minded because he remembered that Yagyuu was quite an exceptional kisser. Niou hadn't seen the brown-haired man since Valentine's day, when Niou had forced Sanada and Yanagi to come with him to that strip club.
Now, Yagyuu was threading carefully forward and stopping in front of the wide doors that led inside the very same strip club as last time, the Imperial Palace. Niou watched with amusement as Yagyuu paused, looking around as if making sure no one was paying attention to him before entering the large building.
Niou grinned. Perfect. The Imperial Palace didn't charge for entry. And Niou specifically remembered that he had bought Yagyuu a drink on Valentine's day. In other words, Yagyuu owed him. The silver-haired young man strutted off in the direction of the Imperial Palace, barely flashing his ID in the security guard's face before entering.
The place looked the same as the last time Niou had been there, except that there was much less people then there had been on Valentine's Day. Niou remained in the doorway, scanning the large area in search of the person he was looking for. The music was loud and upbeat and the people that were here were having the time of their lives on the dance floor.
Yagyuu was not on the dance floor, as Niou had expected. Yagyuu didn't seem like the type to dance much. A stripper on the dance floor did catch Niou's attention though. The erotic dancer was a black-haired young man with many piercings on his ears and a torso that was bare save for a small tattoo on his side. Niou licked his dry lips. If he had money right now, he'd definitely pay to have a dance with that guy.
The black-haired stripper left the dance area a minute later, stuffing money bills into his pocket and pulling out a cellphone from his other pocket. He leaned against the wall and began furiously texting.
"Hey, what's your name?" said Niou, approaching the dancer and using his low seductive tone.
The black-haired man didn't even look up from his phone screen. "Zaizen, or at least that's my stage name." he said, sounding completely bored. "And I'm on break so you can fuck off."
Well wasn't Zaizen just a big bucket of sunshine, thought Niou sarcastically. He rolled his eyes, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Zaizen kept on texting, sighing and rolling his eyes at whatever he was reading on his phone screen.
Niou knew it would do no good to hit on the dancers today when he had no money to even spend on a strip-tease. The strippers were probably all used to constant flirting from their customers so Niou knew a lost battle when he saw one. But that didn't stop Niou from admiring the eye-candy that was presented to him. There were a few other erotic dancers within his sight, three of them.
One was a shorter lithe brunette who already had a small crowd of people lining up for a chance to dance with him. Niou could see why. The brunette moved in such a mesmerizing way and was very gorgeous. He probably cost a fortune. A second dancer was off to the side, talking to a customer at the table. That one was skinny with a rather strange haircut: dark red hair with bangs that formed a V-shape on his forehead. That guy wasn't Niou's type so he simply skimmed over him.
The final dancer in the room was one Niou recognized all too well and heard about too often from Sanada. The blue-haired stripper was Yukimura, and although he was pretty, Niou still wanted to live so he didn't even consider approaching what was "Sanada's property". Yukimura was Sanada's boyfriend… or rather, that's what Sanada seemed to think. Niou knew Sanada visited the bluenette often but Niou was pretty certain that they had never gone out on a real date before. Either way, Niou was not going to break Sanada's fantasy in fear of being slapped senseless.
After that unsatisfying look around, Niou resumed his initial mission and went back to searching the area for the brown-haired businessman.
He found Yagyuu seated at the bar, nursing a glass of wine. Niou pursed his lips at the sight of Yagyuu sitting with his wrinkle-less suit and his crossed legs. What kind of person even drinks regular wine at a strip joint? Really, Yagyuu should be ordering a cocktail or a few shots, not be drinking wine like he was at some important dinner party. And that tie looked far too tight around his neck to be comfortable.
Anyways, it wasn't like it mattered right now. Niou shoved himself forward, advancing towards the seated man. Yagyuu's head didn't move, not noticing Niou until the silver-haired man spoke up at a close proximity.
"Mind if I sit?" said Niou, startling Yagyuu. The bespectacled man jolted, his hand nearly toppling his glass over when he saw Niou standing at such a small distance from him. Niou smirked a crooked grin and sat down next to Yagyuu without waiting for permission. "Fancy seeing you here again. Are you a regular?"
Yagyuu's eyes looked down at his hands. It took a few seconds for him to speak. "Not… exactly." he said hesitantly. He didn't look all that comfortable with Niou here and the silver-haired young man noticed immediately. Niou wondered why Yagyuu was being less welcoming now, especially after they had had such good chemistry last time.
Although Yagyuu did have quite a bit to drink the first time they met so…
"You do remember me, right?" said Niou, asking just to make sure. Surely Yagyuu hadn't been that drunk on Valentine's Day to forget everything.
"Of course I do." said Yagyuu.
"Then why the stone cold looks?" asked Niou. He assumed Yagyuu was usually viewed as a prim and proper gentleman who didn't usually go out and get drunk too often, so perhaps that was the issue. "Relax, I'm not going to tell the world that we made-out one night and ruin your reputation or whatever."
"That's not it, Niou-kun." said Yagyuu.
"Yeah? You know, I'm cool with anything. If you want, I'd love to buy you another drink so we can party like last time... but I'm a little short on money right now." said Niou, a wolfish grin on his face, starring at Yagyuu up and down. He leaned closer. "But I say a drink is not necessary. You still look damn attractive, Yeahgyuu. And what I remember the most about you is how much of a good kisser you are."
Niou was interrupted when Yagyuu hauled up his left hand, practically shoving it in Niou's face. A bright silver band shined from Yagyuu's finger.
"Niou-kun, I'm married." said Yagyuu.
Niou blinked. There was a short pause after which Niou gave a short laugh. "Ah, all the good men are taken. I should've figured." he said. He put up his hand, signalling the barkeeper and ordering himself some rum and coke, putting it on Yagyuu's tab. He drained the glass in one long shot the moment it appeared before him. "Well, this is a new way to get rejected."
Yagyuu remained silent, playing with the ring on his finger, rolling it back and forth.
"I don't recall seeing that ring last time I saw you." said Niou.
Yagyuu froze. "Yes. This is a little embarrassing for me to admit but…" Yagyuu drew in a breath, maintaining his composure. "That other night was a spur of the moment thing… I was upset and drank too much."
Yagyuu's personal life was none of Niou's business, but the silver-haired man couldn't help but be interested.
"So I'm guessing this wife of yours doesn't know anything?" said Niou.
Yagyuu nodded gravely, clearly feeling guilt over what he had done. "I don't think telling her is an option."
"Why? Is it because you kissed someone else or because the person you did the kissing with is a guy?"
"Both." said Yagyuu. "Kissing a person of the same sex is… a relatively new concept to me." he admitted.
"Ah, aren't you the kinky one?" chuckled Niou. "A serious businessman with a stable job and a wife having a secret affair with a man. How shocking."
"Don't call it an affair. It was a one time thing." said Yagyuu in a hard voice. "I've been married for nearly three years now. That… that lapse was a mistake."
Niou exhaled loudly, wishing he had enough money for more booze. He settled in silence for a bit, watching the center stage. The dancer, the brunette, ripped his pants off, showing off skin tight boxer briefs clinging to firm thighs. It was hot.
Next to him, Yagyuu's finger was circling along the rim of his glass, a monotone clockwise motion.
"Can you answer me one thing, Yagyuu?" said Niou suddenly. Yagyuu's head gave the slightest shake, showing that he was listening. "Why are you coming back here?"
Yagyuu's whole body went frigid. "T-That's… this place is on my way back from work. For convenience I suppose." Yagyuu stuttered, not meeting Niou's eyes.
"Hm… but there are many other dance bars around. The street is full of them." said Niou. "Why come to this one, a gay strip club, of all places? Aren't you married?"
Yagyuu shot Niou a dark look upon having his excuse flung right back and used against him.
Niou shot Yagyuu a lopsided grin, leaning in. Yagyuu didn't push him away when he whispered, "Were you hoping to meet me again if you kept coming back, Yagyuu?"
"Stop. That's not… I wasn't…"
"Then you have no right to be rejecting me with such an excuse after having already kissed me last time." said Niou. "Either you like me or you don't. Leave your so-called wife out of this."
Niou gave in and ordered a beer. At least he had the grace to order himself the cheapest beer available, since Yagyuu would be paying. Niou drank it in heavy swallows. He was surprised. Yagyuu wasn't leaving like Niou had expected him to.
But still… married, huh? That was a bummer. But even so, it didn't explain why Yagyuu had showed up here in the first place. Niou decided to try again, his curiosity getting the better of him.
"So why did you even show up in a gay strip club in the first place if you were married?" asked Niou, pressing Yagyuu further.
Yagyuu was silent yet again. Niou took another sip, letting the liquid run down his throat. He didn't expect an answer and was very surprised when Yagyuu spoke up.
"We had a fight." said Yagyuu.
"Hm… well it happens I guess." shrugged Niou. "All couples fight, right?"
A pause. "She said she wanted us to separate… that day, on Valentine's day." said Yagyuu. He didn't know why he was telling Niou all this. Niou was a stranger. But Yagyuu hadn't told a single soul yet, too concerned with his reputation to even mention it to the people he thought of as his friends. He found himself wanting to let it out, to get the heavy load off his back. "I… I don't know what I was thinking. I ended up here, drinking and kissing you as a form of revenge."
"Sucks." said Niou. He offered his beer to Yagyuu and was even more surprised when the gentlemanly man took it and gulped the rest down in one shot.
"I just don't understand how things have gotten to this point." growled Yagyuu, slamming the empty beer bottle down on the counter. "I thought I loved her. Now I just feel betrayed."
"Happens. The magic wears out." said Niou, shrugging. "Maybe you just gotta win her back. Be spontaneous." Giving advice to Yagyuu like this felt strange, especially since they had only met once before to practically snog each other all night long.
Yagyuu let out a humourless laugh. "Spontaneous?" he said. He bitterly remembered trying to talk it out with his wife after she had first announced she wanted to separate. The reminder of hearing 'this isn't working out' and 'I can't keep on doing this' felt like knives being stabbed back into already open wounds. She said she hated how Yagyuu was a workaholic, that he was always the perfect gentleman, never showing his emotions, not being 'spontaneous' enough. The memory made Yagyuu's stomach churn with feelings of anger and rejection.
Fine. His wife wanted spontaneous, then Yagyuu would go out and be spontaneous.
Niou was still slouching on his chair, his chin on his propped up palm. Niou was the complete opposite of the types of people Yagyuu normally affiliated with, but that's what made him so perfect for this.
When Niou opened his mouth again, maybe to talk or yawn, Yagyuu leaned in forward and caught Niou's cheek in his palm, twisting his head around at the right angle to shove his tongue directly into Niou's mouth.
"Mm!" Niou made a surprised noise in the back of his throat. Yagyuu didn't let it faze him. He continued, stroking his tongue deeper and tasting the tangy aroma of beer sliding on both their tongues.
Yagyuu coaxed Niou's lips to respond, which they did after the initial shock had worn off. Yagyuu fisted the bleached white hair, tugging it to press them closer.
They pulled apart with a slick popping sound. Niou raised an eyebrow, seeming unfazed as if people spontaneously kissing him was an everyday occurence. "Whatever happened to you having a wife?" asked Niou. His tongue darted out, licking at his bottom lip.
Yagyuu shook his head, pressing them together again. "Having a partner who no longer wishes to be with you makes the circumstances completely different." he murmured against Niou's lips. It was about time he did something he wanted, consequences be damned.
"Hm, is that so?" said Niou casually. "I apologize for asking then." Regardless of the reason, Niou wasn't about to protest. Especially not when Yagyuu's surprisingly soft lips were sucking at his mouth, tongue flirting with his in a sensual dance.
Yagyuu felt a flare of confidence shoot through him at the lack of rejection. That and something else... desire, pulsing through his veins. It was addictive and Yagyuu was reminded of how long it had been since he had gotten close to another person in such an intimate way. When was the last time he had given in to his urges and lost control in a typhoon of passion? Yagyuu couldn't even remember anymore. What he did know was that Niou was here, soft and willing and delicious.
"Do you… want to go elsewhere?" asked Yagyuu, panting. "Somewhere more private?"
"Mm, there is a love hotel down the street." mumbled Niou. He too appeared intoxicated, seeking more than s few rushed kisses at a bar. He was more than curious as to how delicious Yagyuu would be in the bedroom.
"Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of my apartment." said Yagyuu. "It's close by."
Niou pulled back, looking a little surprised at the suggestion. "Won't your spouse be there?"
"She's back at the house, several miles away. I couldn't keep on sleeping on my living room couch every night so I rented myself an apartment a few weeks ago." Yagyuu explained. Living in the same house as his wife just meant more fights at this point. But it was only now that Yagyuu was grateful for having rented that apartment, for the sake of its current convenience.
"Ah, so you got yourself a little bachelor pad… that's always the best way to shake off a past relationship." said Niou. He grinned. Apartments meant food. And good sex for desert. Perfect. "Sure, I'll come along. I assume you have the necessities up there?"
Yagyuu was silent. Necessities…? It took him a few seconds to realize what Niou was implying. He shook his head no, the barest of blush lighting up his cheeks.
Niou sighed. "Or we can always stop by the drug store and buy condoms on our way." he said. It wasn't the sexiest alternative, but it would do. And maybe he could get Yagyuu to buy him some candy bars while they were there. "You're paying though." Niou stressed the Yagyuu paying part.
"Let's go then." said Yagyuu, picking up his jacket. Yagyuu paid his bill and was soon on his way out. Niou followed him out of the club and into the cold illuminated streets of the city.
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Yagyuu bought Niou only one chocolate bar at the store, much to the latter's disappointment. The sugary snack was inside the plastic bag along with the box of condoms and a bottle of lotion that would serve well as lube, as Niou knew all too well from experience.
Yagyuu led Niou to a tall and neat apartment building in the middle-class section of town. It wasn't run down or old like Niou's living quarters next to the community college. It appeared even nicer than Sanada and Yanagi's fancy university dorm. Yagyuu must be making a pretty damn good salary to have a house with his wife and still be able to afford himself an apartment to the side. For the first time, Niou wondered what Yagyuu really did for a living and how old he was. Niou had simply assumed Yagyuu was a businessman in his early thirties based on looks alone.
They walked up four flights of stairs to reach Yagyuu's floor. Their shoes clanked on the polished floor with every step, echoing up the empty staircase.
"Here we are." said Yagyuu, clinking the door open with a twist of his key. Niou followed Yagyuu's example and took off his shoes before entering.
The place was neat, much cleaner than should be allowed for a man living by himself. Judging by Yagyuu's own clean cut appearance, Niou was willing to bet that Yagyuu was a perfectionist and the type to prefer order over messy disarray.
"Nice place." said Niou. The coffee table had coasters and the bookshelves were loaded in thick books with hardcovers. It was too clean. Niou's eye twitched.
"Thank you." said Yagyuu. He tapped his fingers against his hip, wondering what to do next. After all, it wasn't like Yagyuu had ever done such a thing before. The concept of inviting someone over to his place when they weren't even dating was not at all known to him. He wondered if he could be as blunt as to show Niou the bedroom or if he should be a good host and offer tea beforehand.
Instead of hovering around pointlessly, Niou crossed behind the sofa, his eyes looking around the dim apartment with interest. He seemed completely at ease, touching a fancy painting, running a finger along a vase, and trailing a hand on the wooden counter where there only lay a lamp and a framed picture
Niou paused in his steps, picking up the framed picture. The picture was of Yagyuu with a woman on his side and small boy in front of them in what was a traditional-looking family portrait: filled with nice fancy clothes and fake smiles all around.
The woman on Yagyuu's side, whom Niou assumed was the wife, was rather plain-looking. She had brown hair and brown eyes and wore a brown dress. And really, Niou couldn't make out that much else about her other than the fact that she appeared uninteresting. Niou then turned his attention to the little boy in front of Yagyuu and his wife. He was maybe about three or four years old if Niou were to guess. The little boy could only be described as a baby version of Yagyuu, with the identical straight hair and the same facial features. The only thing missing were glasses, then there would be a mini-Yagyuu in the picture.
"That's my son. He's three years old now." said Yagyuu. He stood next to Niou and gazed down at the picture. His eyes softened when looking at his son.
"Damn, he looks just like you." said Niou
Yagyuu chuckled. "Yes, so I've heard."
Yagyuu's gaze then travelled up and stopped at his spouse's face. Yagyuu's eyes hardened for a second before he closed them and sighed. His son was the main reason this separation was not escalating to a full-out divorce. That and the fact that neither Yagyuu nor his wife wanted people to start talking about them and their failed marriage. But in all honesty, Yagyuu knew it would be just a matter of time before people caught on to the fact that he was rarely at home anymore, only coming in on weekends to visit his son and then leaving when the boy went to sleep because that was when he and his wife had the tendency to argue.
"So you're basically the hottest dad I've ever met." said Niou, oblivious to Yagyuu's melancholic remembrance. He grinned. "Congratulations."
Yagyuu raised an eyebrow, unsure if that was a compliment or not. Either way, Yagyuu took the frame out of Niou's hand, laying it face down. He remembered the reason he had brought Niou over and it certainly had not been to look at family pictures while Yagyuu wallowed in his self-pity.
"Shall I show you the rest of my home?" said Yagyuu, hoping he didn't sound too imposing. His arm snaked its way around Niou's waist.
"You sure that's what you want?" asked Niou. He pointed to the picture, serious for the first time since Yagyuu had met him. "You sure you won't regret it in the morning?"
Yagyuu growled, pushing his head in and kissing Niou fiercely on the mouth. "I know what I want." he hissed sharply, nipping at Niou's lips. His mouth ran up to Niou's earlobe, taking it into his mouth and sucking on it.
Niou drew in a shaky breath. He had to admit… Yagyuu was a pretty convincing kisser. Not to mention how sexy it was that someone as perfect-looking and neat as Yagyuu was showing an unexpectedly feral side of himself.
Niou's finger went to Yagyuu's tie, loosening it. "Then I think a tour is in order."
Yagyuu led Niou to a smaller room that was just as neat and proper as the rest of the apartment. There were clothes and ties neatly folded on the chair and the center bed was made perfectly without any wrinkles on the lining. Niou itched with the sudden urge to mess up that bed, to jump on it and erase its flawless covers.
Niou resisted. It wasn't like the covers wouldn't be messy soon anyways.
Suddenly impatient to get started, Niou pulled his shirt off over his head and threw it haphazardly to the floor. He grinned at the thought that he was messing up the neat room. His challenging gaze invited Yagyuu to do that same. The gentleman shot Niou a look before he took off his jacket. Yagyuu actually went as far as to hang it up in his wardrobe prior to proceeding with all his other layers.
Niou was fully bare by the time Yagyuu had finished revealing his upper body, displaying a pleasingly solid back to Niou. He ran his hands up to Yagyuu's shoulder, feeling the muscles shifting under the supple skin.
"You wear too many layers." said Niou. He made the point of pressing the line of his body against Yagyuu's. He wanted to get started now. Folding clothes were hardly the priority. "Pick them up afterwards." he growled, pulling on Yagyuu's arm insistently.
Yagyuu turned his head, observing the naked man. He allowed himself to look at the silver-haired man thoroughly, raking his eyes up and down Niou's figure. Niou was skinny and his chest and hips were flat, not curved and full like a woman's. When Yagyuu touched him, the skin wasn't as soft either. Yagyuu could feel prickles of body hair and patches of dry skin in some places.
Niou kissed him, long and hard. It succeeded in pushing Yagyuu backwards, shifting them both in the direction of the bed. Yagyuu's knees touched the edge and he fell back on the mattress. Niou continued sucking on Yagyuu's tongue, manoeuvring himself so that he was above Yagyuu, straddling him. Yagyuu squirmed, unused to receiving such lucid attention. Niou's tongue flicked down his neck, sucking on his collarbone. Slim fingers roamed lower, finding erect nipples and fondling them with expertise. Yagyuu muffled a groan. Niou touched and licked his skin, rubbing new places that Yagyuu didn't know could feel this good.
"H-aah… Ni…ou-kun…" Yagyuu wriggled. God, that tongue. The way it rolled and flicked his skin and sucked on his nipples was magical. He felt the wet muscle working its magic, caressing the skin around his nub before sinking in and letting the suction render him speechless.
There were marks and hickeys layering his body but Yagyuu couldn't seem to get himself to care at the moment. He expressed his pleasure in forms of various moans and gasps. It had been so long since he had had any sexual gratification. He didn't realized just how badly he had needed this… He needed to feel someone else's body pressed against his, he needed this hot relief of built up stress… he needed more.
A moan caught in his throat when Niou's hand reached down and cupped his clothed crotch, pressing back and forth and setting a rhythm that had Yagyuu rocking forward. Niou grabbed Yagyuu's belt, deftly loosening it out of its loops.
Niou's grin was wicked, patting the leather accessory and laying it down on Yagyuu's naked chest. "Have you ever been tied up, Yeahgyuu?" Niou asked idly, fingering the belt, his eyes gleaming.
Yagyuu blinked passed the haze in his mind, shaking his head. His voice no longer seemed interested in working properly.
"It's quite fun." Niou grabbed the belt and tapped the end of it against Yagyuu's stomach. "Would you like to try?"
Yagyuu swallowed thickly. God, why was he so out of breath just from such light touches? "No… thanks…" he panted.
"Hmm…" Niou's only response was a thoughtful hum as he unzipped Yagyuu's pants. Niou pushed the material down and pulled the straining cock free, grasping it firmly. "Let me guess, you're the type who never experimented before, right?" Yagyuu bit down on his bottom lip to stop himself from whimpering. Niou's fingers tugged at his foreskin, moving it up and down for rough friction and exposing the head, blushed red and gleaming at the tip.
"I bet it was the same thing every time you had sex with your wife." said Niou. His tone was so matter-of-factly, as if they were having a casual conversation about the weather. Niou slid his thumb along the leaking tip, fingering the slit. "You probably had sex once a month, scheduling it as if you would schedule a chore."
Yagyuu arched his back, unable to stop the particularly long moan from escaping passed his lips.
"And every time would be identical." continued Niou. His hand pumped up and down, producing slick sounds. "I'm guessing all you had was ordinary sex in the missionary position. You would probably thrust until you came, she would fake an orgasm, and then you would fall asleep. Rinse and repeat."
Yagyuu didn't, or rather couldn't, correct Niou. Partly because the silver-haired man said a lot of truth, but also because Yagyuu was fairly certain he could not form a coherent sentence. Yagyuu pushed his hips up. He was so close and Niou's hand was suddenly too slow.
"But hey, who am I to judge? It just feels like life gets awfully dull once you're married with kids. But that's just me," said Niou. He looked down at Yagyuu's face, sweaty and red from exertion. "Ah, sorry. I'll let you cum, but don't fall asleep after this." he warned. "We're only just getting started."
Niou shifted backwards and leaned down so that his head was level with Yagyuu's crotch. Yagyuu barely had the time to breathe before he felt a hot moist tongue playing with his slit, swirling in lazy circles.
It barely took a few more seconds for him to reach the edge. Yagyuu came, harder than he had in a long time. The sensations of his orgasm washed over him like a wave, lingering in the form of a pleasant light-headed feeling. His ragged breathing filled the room. Niou sat back, licking his finger and regarding Yagyuu with a somewhat smug expression. Yagyuu looked down and saw that Niou was erect, his cock standing upright and proud.
Yagyuu pushed the hesitation out of his system. He reached his hand out, wrapping it around the stiff flesh of the other man.
Niou let him, smiling at Yagyuu's awkward movements. "What, never touched someone else's package before?" he asked. "It's easy." He took hold of Yagyuu's hand and pumped it sharply, his grip firm. "Just like this… it's like masturbating, but with someone else's."
Even so, it still felt strange for Yagyuu to roll someone else's member between his fingers. He let his hands roam, coddling the tender sacs underneath and feeling smooth hairless thighs. Niou was so open and raw; he showed exactly what he was feeling through a series of moans and heated whispers, spreading his legs wider. Yagyuu felt himself taking interest once more, growing more confident in his touches.
He looked at Niou's face, marvelling in the expressions of delight crossing his features. Niou's lips were curved upward, showing hints of teeth, his eyes were of a bright sea foam color and his silvery-white hair was actually quite long in that loose rattail. Niou's very appearance was the pure definition of laidback, like he was just the type to go through life without a worry in the world. Yagyuu envied him for that. He wished he could be a careless college student, not an adult going through divorce talks when he had just turned thirty.
"Where's the bag?" Niou asked.
Yagyuu snapped out of his thoughts. "Ah, I left it in the hall." he said. He moved to get up. "Want me to go get it?"
Niou rolled over off of Yagyuu. "Yeah. And hurry." Niou spread himself over the covers, writhing as his own fingers danced around his swollen erection. "I'm so hard." he moaned wantonly.
Yagyuu swallowed thickly, stumbling over his pants when he stood up. He kicked his pants off his ankles in the hallway and got the bag in a hurry, bringing it back to the bedroom. He settled the lube and condoms on the bed between them.
Niou's eyes darted in Yagyuu's direction, licking at his dry lips. Yagyuu followed the motion and then indulged himself in another kiss, one that was far more heated and desperate than before.
"Mm, anyone ever tell you you're a good kisser?" said Niou. It was a first for Niou to actually envy someone's wife, but damn Yagyuu's wife didn't know what she was missing.
"Thank you." said Yagyuu, still managing to sound polite despite the current circumstances.
Niou's hand curled around Yagyuu's hip, pressing both their naked bodies together. That hand drew circles on Yagyuu's hip, lazy and unhurried. Yagyuu found Niou's pale neck and sucked on it, layering it with nips and kisses.
Suddenly, that hand reached around and squeezed Yagyuu's buttcheek. Yagyuu froze, feeling a finger teasing his crack and toying at his entrance. His muscles clenched and he shifted away from those fingers in an almost automatic response.
Niou chuckled. "Ever done anal, Yeahgyuu?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
Yagyuu shook his head, frowning. He made a noise of discomfort when Niou continued stroking the rim of his hole. He attempted to wriggle away, his attempts in vain.
Niou shrugged. "It's no big deal, really." Since it was Yagyuu's first time and he didn't want to scare off the other man too quickly, Niou decided that perhaps he should take the insertee position for today. "Don't worry, I won't pop your cherry if you don't wanna. I'll bottom this time and show you how it's done." said Niou. Yagyuu merely breathed a sigh of relief when Niou's fingers retreated.
Yagyuu watched as Niou twisted around so that he was on his elbows and knees, seeming completely at ease with exposing his bare behind to Yagyuu. The silver-haired man looked back at Yagyuu expectantly, pointing at the tube between them. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Niou asked. "Prepare me well."
"Niou-kun, I don't…" Yagyuu looked down at the bottle of lube and then back at the curve of Niou's butt, his eyes darting back and forth between the two. His inexperience manifested itself in hints of uncertainty.
"It's fine, just start with one finger then I'll tell you when you can put more." said Niou, encouraging. But Yagyuu didn't move, still hesitating.
Niou sighed. Guess there was no helping it then. He grabbed the bottle and slickened his own fingers in the moist cream, making sure Yagyuu's full attention was on him. He shifted to the side, showing Yagyuu a perfect view of the puckered hole between his rounded buttcheeks. Yagyuu's breath caught for a second, seeing Niou press his fingers back and slowly nudging one in, penetrating himself.
"Watch how it's done." grunted Niou. His cheek was smothered against the pillow. He let his finger delve in deeper before adding a second, twisting his wrist and stretching himself. He panted, breathless moans escaping his lips. His fingers kept up a rhythm, wet noises sounding in the room as the digits squelched in and out again and again.
He could feel Yagyuu's eyes on him, spreading heat throughout his body as he imagined Yagyuu's lusty eyes taking in the sight. When Niou twisted his head around to really see Yagyuu's expression, he saw that his imagination hadn't been too far off. Yagyuu was definitely being attentive to the show Niou was putting on for him. Yagyuu's hands even reached out to touch Niou's hips, spreading the ass cheeks apart but not interrupting Niou's pattern, merely observing at a closer range. It was at that point that Niou groaned loudly, knowing he was just about ready.
"C-Condom." he gasped. Yagyuu understood and grabbed the small package, ripping it open and rolling it down his aching shaft, hissing lowly as he did so.
"Ahh…!" Niou screamed suddenly and Yagyuu looked up on time to see the cause of it. Niou was pushing three fingers inside himself deeper than ever, twisting his wrist over and over against what must be a good spot. Niou's mouth was open, moaning and hissing and saying fuck and fuck me over and over. Yagyuu grabbed Niou's wrist, pulling it away. His uncertainty had vanished and transformed into raw desire to thrust inside that tight entrance and to hear Niou moaning for him.
Yagyuu lined himself up until the tip pressed against that twitching hole. He breathed heavily, his hand had the slightest tremble in them as he held Niou's hips in place. "Is this okay?" Yagyuu asked.
Niou nodded, fidgeting in his position. "God, yes, hurry."
Yagyuu listened and slowly pressed inside, gasping at the sheer tightness that swallowed him in. He clenched his teeth and stopped when he was a few centimetres in, letting Niou adjust despite how much he wanted to just push in and pound the silver-haired man into the mattress. Yagyuu pushed deeper when Niou grew restless and frantic once more, stopping only when the linings of his ass clenched painfully tight around him. Yagyuu could see sweat dripping on the bed from Niou's forehead. The gentleman leaned in and pressed soft gentle kisses along Niou's shoulders, stroking his lower back and helping Niou relax.
"Does it hurt too much?" asked Yagyuu. "I can pull out if you want." He kept up the gentle caresses and soothing touches, roaming around and touching the solid contour of Niou's chest.
Niou grunted at the treatment, feeling like Yagyuu was handling him like a delicate girl. "I'm fine. Push it in… all in one go."
Yagyuu frowned. His cock twitched. "Are you sure?"
"Do it." hissed Niou.
Yagyuu snapped his hips up, plunging into the sucking heat with a moan of his own. It was so much tighter than he had thought possible, with those inner walls clamping down on him almost painfully. Niou arched and screamed, trembling in place. His hands grasped the bed covers, nails digging in deeply.
Yagyuu forced himself to be patient and let Niou adjust, but he couldn't help letting out a groan or two when the heat kept such a tight and scorching hot hold on him. It was too much already. Yagyuu felt ready to lose it. He so wanted to do that, to just thrust out and back in and operate on animalistic instincts alone. He wanted to lose all sense of time and place and forget about everything other than Niou and god, so good, don't stop.
"Hey, don't cum early." warned Niou in a raspy voice, broken from his scream.
"Of course not." Yagyuu managed to say. He decided that enough time had passed so he carefully slipped himself halfway out. Niou ceased breathing in anticipation. Yagyuu didn't disappoint, pushing back in and once again feeling the tightness envelop him whole in a way that was beyond satisfying. He repeated the motion, slick noises sounding around the room from their lovemaking, in and out, in and out, again and again. Yagyuu's hands gripped Niou's hips with ferocity, holding them as to keep a grasp on his sanity. The ring on Yagyuu's finger dug into Niou's skin. Yagyuu felt sweat gathering up on his forehead and his hair grew messier with every movement.
He hit something that made Niou scream louder than before. Niou's body shook frantically as he moaned out, "Ohh, there, again!" Yagyuu obeyed, nudging against the spot that made Niou's wail and moan deliriously. Niou's arms soon gave way so that his upper body was lax on the mattress. Only his hips remained upright with Yagyuu's help. Niou pressed back and tried to meet Yagyuu's increasingly fast pace. He clenched down each time Yagyuu struck his sweet spot, making Yagyuu hiss at the sensation.
"God, faster." moaned Niou. He didn't have to wait more than a second for Yagyuu to oblige. The brown-haired man gave Niou exactly what he wanted, pressing in deeper, harder, faster, spreading him open with every pound.
That rhythm was repeated until the throbbing became unbearable for Yagyuu. The gentleman gave one last thrust before emptying himself, the release being nothing short of mind-blowing. Niou groaned pitifully, sensing Yagyuu's shudders and feeling that spent erection going limp inside him. Yagyuu recomposed himself fast enough to grab hold of Niou's neglected arousal. It only took a few more strokes before he felt hot stickiness gushing onto his hand.
Niou collapsed on the messy covers, trying to regain his breath. His face was smothered against the pillow. Yagyuu used what was left of his energy to roll to the side, chucking the condom into the wastebasket.
For a while, there was only thick breathing in the air along with the sound of frantic heartbeats slowing down. Yagyuu felt dazed, his glasses askew on his nose. Part of him felt shocked at himself for having gone this far. He had actually done it. He had taken a man home from a bar and had what was possibly the best sex he had ever experienced. It felt good. Yagyuu had been afraid to feel guilty or regretful. The adrenaline rushing through his veins said something entirely different. His whole life of forcing himself to be the proper ideal gentleman seemed so long ago. It felt as if he had been reborn into a new person in the last few minutes. This risk, this reckless decision… it made him feel alive.
The covers shuffled. Yagyuu snapped out of his afterglow when he saw Niou moving to get up, looking around for his clothes. As if on instinct, Yagyuu reached out and grabbed the other man's wrist.
"What?" asked Niou. He smirked. "Up for round two?"
"You don't have to leave." said Yagyuu. "This bed is big enough for the both of us."
Niou looked surprised, scratching his head. "You want me to stay?" he asked.
Yagyuu nodded. "I like to take good care of my partners." He lifted the covers, patting the mattress and inviting Niou to lie back down.
The pull of the bed sucked Niou back in. He nodded and lay back down. Yagyuu's hand settled on Niou's side.
"I know this may seem a bit late, but may I know your full name?" Yagyuu had a sheepish smile playing on his lips. "Mine is Yagyuu Hiroshi."
"Niou Masaharu." replied Niou. Yagyuu hummed and leaned in to kiss him. It was a slow and sensual press of lips that left Niou breathless once more. Niou let himself be swept away, unused to basking in the afterglow of sex. It was tranquil and Yagyuu's hands were warm.
"So what are you gonna do now?" asked Niou. He settled himself under the covers. The bed was so soft, so comfortable compared to his futon back at home. "You gonna tell your wife?" He remembered that Yagyuu was new at this and was in a matrimonial commitment with a woman. That might be a problem.
Yagyuu sighed. "I'd rather not think about it at the moment…" he muttered. "For now, I'll just think about what to make for breakfast tomorrow and how I'll apologize to my neighbours for being so loud."
Niou's mouth watered at the thought of a large breakfast. The thought of food pushed everything else out of his mind. "Make it two eggs, toast, bacon, sausages and more bacon." Niou said.
Yagyuu raised an eyebrow at Niou. The silver-haired man was oddly nonchalant and comfortable in the house of someone who was practically a complete stranger. He was even making himself at home already and ordering himself a special menu.
That won't do, thought Yagyuu. "I'll wake you up early and we can make breakfast together." proposed the gentleman.
Niou groaned. "No early call please. Tomorrow's the weekend. Chill and relax for a bit."
"It's either you wake up early and eat breakfast or sleep in without food. Your choice." Yagyuu spoke as if giving an immature teenager two perfectly logical choices. Lazy Niou just groaned and pulled the covers over his head.
Yagyuu chuckled and found himself sliding up against Niou's side. Feeling the warmth of another person's body beside him was soothing, a feeling Yagyuu had missed greatly. It took only a few minutes for light snores to emerge from Niou. Yagyuu listened to the other male's deep and even breathing as his eyes drooped shut into a heavy slumber.
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