When hard-pressed to describe Richard in a way that wasn't purely complimentary, Seigi tended to opt for words like "reserved" and "unflappable." Of course, in Seigi's mind these were compliments, too. Richard was impossibly cool, and he could keep that cool even when dealing with the most distraught of clients.
Ever since they'd started dating, however, that mask had started to slip. Oh, Richard was as professional in front of guests as ever, but once they were between appointments, he'd be crossing and uncrossing his legs anxiously, tapping his feet while Seigi puttered about, dusting the odd piece of furniture and making Richard's heart flutter all the while.
It's always so unbearably hot in here, Richard considered one morning, tugging at his collar while Seigi clinked dishes behind the pantry door. Throwing open the window to an icy winter morning had done less to alleviate the problem than he'd hoped.
A moment later Seigi re-entered the consultation room, two plates of red bean jelly in hand, his hair rumpled as though he'd just taken a nap. The blood rushed anew to Richard's cheeks; the room was completely sweltering. I really must call maintenance about this, he thought, as Seigi bent to set his plate in front of him, leans hips and lightly-toned arms full in Richard's face.
"Seigi," Richard said, clearing his throat and averting his gaze upward.
"Ye-es, Richard?" Seigi asked innocently, straightening up and stretching his arms above his head.
"Our next client isn't due for fifteen minutes. Did you happen to notice?"
"That soon?" Seigi said, planting his ass right on the arm of Richard's red upholstered armchair. He peered at Richard sideways. "We'll need longer than that, though, won't we?" he said, his grin surprisingly sheepish.
"Seigi," Richard said, holding in a low moan. "Why must we wait?"
At that moment, the doorbell rang, loud and jarring. Richard turned abruptly, jaw clenched.
Seigi's sides shook in silent laughter. "That's why," he said, his brown eyes twinkling with mirth. Richard set his red bean jelly on the table with a clatter, fumbling his way to the door before Seigi could beat him to it.
They'd only been dating for two weeks, damn it. Seigi hadn't deviated from his hero of justice persona, not really … and yet he was becoming far too powerful. Really rather evil, actually, Richard reflected, as he met their latest visitor with a placid smile.
Richard kneeled on the floor of Étranger's coat closet and pulled the smooth white gift box out from its hiding place. The sleek black ribbon fell away like liquid in his hands; mounds of puffy white tissue paper followed. He had ten minutes before Seigi walked through that door, early to his shift as always.
Only ten minutes, though he'd had two weeks to prepare for this, really. Two weeks since Seigi had asked him out. Two weeks since Richard had phoned his favorite boutique in Paris and rush-ordered this very package. Two weeks of submission, until at last he would have the upper hand over Seigi, the chance to show him that he was still as cool and glittering as the very gems he appraised.
Richard pushed the tissue paper aside and held his purchase up to the early dawn light. Red and orange streaks of sun shone through the gauzy curtains, setting the cream-colored silk garment, and the matching accessories, ablaze. He wasn't actually using diamonds this time around, but the silver rhinestones were pretty enough to meet even Richard's approval. And, with luck, Seigi's as well.
Five minutes. Richard pulled himself to his feet, fumbling with the buttons of his waistcoat. Five minutes till showtime.
The bell tinkled—a formality, really, for it could only be one person who stepped through the door at this hour.
"Richard, good morning!" Seigi called in a singsonging voice, sauntering over towards the pantry. "I picked up those chocolates you wanted—oh."
"Good morning, Seigi." Richard was stretched out on the sofa, one hand propped on the armrest and tapping languidly at his chin, the other draped over a hip. His disheveled curls shown even more buttery-blond than usual; his clear blue eyes flashed with glee.
And the lingerie. Oh, God, the lingerie.
He wore what appeared to be a body chain set varying shades of white and silver, all glittering madly in the sun. It had a high, choker-like neck, flattering his delicate throat and fanning out into a sort of upside-down Y-shape, rows upon rows of jewels winding around his waist, hips, and pert pink nipples. The extravagant chain harness swung low on his torso, where it met a pair of high-waisted, creamy silk knickers that hugged the curves of his ass. And fuck, if that wasn't enough, he had on strappy white garters, too, holding up a pair of matching mesh stockings. Richard, in a rare moment of subtlety, had not opted for jewels—not on his lower half, that is.
The fancy chocolatier box Seigi had been holding dropped right to the floor. His breath hitched loudly, almost comically. Richard smiled, coquettish, cool as a cucumber.
At last, he thought to himself. I have you in the palm of my hand, Nakata Seigi.
"R-Richard," Seigi said, feeling a familiar hardness in his jeans. "Fuck."
"We have a full hour," Richard said, running the fingers of his free hand lightly over his waist.
Seigi huffed a breath, head spinning with exhilaration. Without entirely knowing how he did it, he made his way across the room within seconds, kneeling in front of the couch and pulling Richard into his arms in a hot, achy kiss.
"Richard, you're so beautiful," he moaned, his erection pressing hard against his zipper. "How could you do this to me? Right here in the office?"
Richard let out a giddy laugh, betraying the emotion that lay under his polished surface. "You have some nerve saying that, Seigi, the way you've been tormenting me for the past two weeks."
Seigi knotted a hand into Richard's hair, using the other to support his shoulders while his upper lip meshed with Richard's lower one. His tongue found Richard's and he sucked greedily; he trailed his mouth along that finely-sculpted jaw and neck while the latter let out a low whine.
"S-Seigi," Richard trembled, feeling a warmth of his own bunch up the fabric of his knickers. He squirmed below his lover, hoping Seigi would take the hint and undo his garter belt.
"Nope. Not quite yet," Seigi said, amazed at his ability to sound coy while he felt just as anguished as Richard looked. He sucked at the lowermost edge of Richard's neck, tasting glimmering jewels and leaving a gentle bruise. After letting Richard squirm just a moment longer, he undid the garters—first one strap, then the other—hiking Richard's legs above his head while he unrolled each elegant white stocking with meticulous care. Richard, losing patience, pulled the knickers down below his hips, sliding out his pulsing red cock.
In the same act of sorcery that had propelled Seigi across the room, he'd unzipped his jeans and pulled off his hoodie in what felt the blink of an eye. He knelt, fully naked, his cock just as engorged as Richard's, the body chain swinging tantalizingly low between both their hips.
"It wasn't supposed to go like this," Richard said, face flaming pink, nibbling at Seigi's ear as his cock was taken in hand.
"Tell me," Seigi said, with that same air of innocence he always seemed to carry, though his pupils were blown wide with arousal. "How was it supposed to go, Richard?"
"I had you—for all of one minute," Richard insisted, grasping at the upholstery while Seigi pumped him in his hand.
"Not even that," Seigi said demurely, trailing his tongue over each of Richard's erect nipples while continuing to stroke. "Thirty seconds, maybe. Fifteen."
"Seigi," Richard gasped, long eyelashes fluttering. He felt on the verge of swooning, like someone out of a silly romance novel.
They'd been intimate before, in the weeks since they'd started dating; hell, they'd hooked up several times before that, before they'd even really known what they were to each other. But never here, never right on Étranger's sofa, and never with Richard dressed like this. Nevermind that the stockings and knickers had been peeled away within several minutes of their being fastened.
Seigi's hand stroked Richard's shaft, pumping in slow motion, and moved to caress his balls. Richard's thighs shook; it was a monumental struggle to keep his legs splayed open while Seigi worked his magic.
"You good?" Seigi asked. His own knees had begun to tremble, so he pulled himself up from the floor and knelt on the sofa, hovering over Richard as he kept up the massage.
"Mm-hm, y-yes, of course," Richard panted. "Do you even have to ask?"
Seigi, having noted the way Richard responded to his suckling, touched his mouth again to those nipples, in the reverse order this time. He worked his tongue around in slow, wet circles, wickedly, agonizingly slow, as Richard's hips bucked.
"Easy," Seigi said, smiling between kisses. For every two kisses, he'd wet his tongue over a nipple again. Richard's hips bucked with increasing frequency as Seigi pumped, the body chain shining like a chandelier, cold jewels glittering over that already-sensitive skin. He felt his cheeks burn, but surely he'd gone pale, for all the blood must be …
"Seigi," Richard said, his voice low, urgent. "Keep going."
"Yes, sir," Seigi said cheekily, sliding his tongue over his lips.
In three more strokes Richard came, back arching, eyes screwed shut with pleasure, curls damp against his forehead. Seigi released him from his embrace; Richard fell limp into the couch cushions, chest heaving in staccato bursts. Seigi's head rested on Richard's chest, feeling those muscles relax, listening to that heart thump-thump-thumping beneath him.
"Fuck," Richard said, wiping the hair off his forehead. "Seigi, how did you—" he met Seigi's gaze, and was alarmed to see that bashful expression back in place. "Where did that come from? Where does that all come from?"
Seigi shook with laughter. "I don't know, really. But I think it's your fault, Richard."
"Speaking of …" Richard murmured. "I haven't taken care of you."
"Nah, I'm good, actually," Seigi said, taking slow, even breaths. "I might grab a quick shower before our client arrives. Y'know. Take care of things."
Damn it, Seigi. That wasn't the plan at all. The whole point of this display was to … "You'll let me take care of you next time, though, I hope."
"Sure, sure," Seigi said, waving a hand. "But don't feel so guilty. As it stands, you gave me the best surprise of my life when I walked in today."
Richard smiled gently. "I suppose there is that."
Careful not to put too much of his weight on Richard, Seigi pulled himself into a sitting position, reaching in his jeans pocket for his phone. "Shit. Client in thirty. I'm sorry, Richard." He stood up, stretched, and noticing he was now only half-hard, glanced back at Richard lying limp on the sofa for good measure. "Do you think you'll be ready by then?" he asked, the slightest hint of cheekiness in his voice.
"Piss off," Richard huffed, covering his eyes with an arm as he laughed. "Go on, then, Seigi, have your shower. At this rate I may even join you."
"I'm counting on it," Seigi said, his ass pert and round in Richard's face as he sauntered away. Richard rolled onto his side, taking a steadying breath as he examined the heap of lingerie on the floor in front of him.
In what must have been a world record of some sort, Richard and Seigi were washed and dressed just in time to greet their first client at the door. Seigi had even scrounged up some parfait, to boot. The fancy chocolates of earlier had been put in storage, a large dent in their box to show for the morning's exertions.
Ten minutes into the consultation, Richard noticed one of the white stockings poking out from under an end table. His face drained of color; all he could do was keep his client talking, hoping, praying that she would look elsewhere, anywhere but at her feet.
Seigi, hero of justice as ever, had noticed the stocking as well, and within the next minute went off on a tangent, distracting the client just long enough for Richard to nudge it under the sofa.
Cool and unflappable. That was how Seigi was describing him, right that very moment, while their client looked on, completely bewildered. A typical Seigi soliloquy, really, but after such a morning, the words he chose felt especially wicked.
Hmph, Richard thought, adjusting his cufflinks with an inward smile. Cool and unflappable, indeed.