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Rukawa didn't doubt Sendoh's husky words that sent goosebumps racing over his skin. One plus he would give Sendoh- he was honest about how badly he wanted Rukawa and had been from the moment they'd met at the police station.
Cocky bastard pissed him off and made his body want to get off at the same time. He fucked with Rukawa's head more than anyone had before.
Less than a foot separated the two men, their knees pressed together, but Rukawa didn't pull away. Pleasantly buzzed, he didn't have the strength to put distance between himself and the driven Greek god whose dark blue eyes hooded with a lust-filled look that promised a good time.
And fuck did Rukawa need it even if his sense of self-preservation screamed no.
He'd finished a long week at the office and an even longer day buried under a shit ton of work. Maki knew how to take advantage of an associate who had big plans for their future, that was for damned sure.
Rukawa yearned for release with a bone-deep ache.
"Cat got your tongue, boy?" Sendoh asked, his smirk fixed in place while raising his tumbler for a swallow of whatever clear liquid he'd ordered over the rocks.
"I'm not a boy," Rukawa stated with a lift of his chin and sipped his drink, annoyed with how his voice had betrayed him when Sendoh had first shown up. He'd sounded unsure, off-kitler, exactly how his insides felt, stirred up by the confident man's presence.
"You look like you haven't had to shave a day in your life. Tell me" -Sendoh got all up in Rukawa's space again, causing his heart to race- "is the rest of your body as your gorgeous jawline?" He ran the back of his knuckles from Rukawa's chin to his ear, his touch a searing fire Rukawa couldn't escape.
Unable to help the shiver that rippled over him, Rukawa gulped, "Would your dick get hard if I said yes?" he heard himself ask, as breathless as a needy bottom- which he totally was when sucking down vodka, damn his libido. What had happened to his conscience? His desire to be the one in control?
Sendoh's left eyebrow cocked upward. "How many drinks have you had, Mr. Rukawa? Because I gotta say...I rather enjoy this side of you." His hot breath caressed Rukawa's mouth.
"Two? Three?" Rukawa shrugged, his hand shaking slightly as he turned his attention forward to taste his martini.
"Are you drunk?"
"Not really."
Unfortunately, Rukawa had no idea how to handle Sendoh Akira- he was too much...too everything.
"Good." Sendoh grasped Rukawa's chin and turned his head. His gaze slipped to Rukawa's lips. "I believe you still owe me an answer to one of my questions," he murmured, the deep tone of his voice ticking off Rukawa's yes, please boxes.
Rukawa fought for calm, but...vodka. "About how I wax every bit of hair from my body?"
Damn him and his weakness on Friday nights.
"Fuck. You do, don't you?" A deep rumbled groan from Sendoh's lips caused wetness to leak from the tip of Rukawa's dick.
He let out a whimper without meaning to, cupping his bulge and squeezing. "Yes?" Rukawa squeaked.
Sendoh leaned in even closer, and Rukawa held his breath, his body sizzling like a live wire, every inch of his skin as tight as his grip on his dick.
"I'm already hard just from the sweet as honey scent of you in my nose and the taste of you still on my lips."
Sendoh's gentle kiss on Rukawa's forehead earlier contradicted the lust simmering in his eyes. A shiver slid down Rukawa's spine as he realized he could still feel the sexy man's mouth on him.
"You certainly don't hold back, do you, Mr. Sendoh?" Rukawa tried for normalcy in his voice and failed. At least he managed to tear his hand off his groin and fist it on the bar.
"Honesty is the best policy," Sendoh repeated Rukawa's words from the day before with a wink. "Which means I'm not done yet. To fully answer your question," Sendoh murmured, tugging on Rukawa's chin to part his lips, "the idea of your drawn-up balls and all that silky soft skin of your taint and ass ready for my tongue...fuck, yeah, it turns me on."
Rukawa fought to fill his lungs while curses rang between his ears. He needed to get the hell out of there, away from the worst temptation he'd ever faced in his life.
Sendoh Akira was ten times more aggressive than-
No. Not thinking about that, Rukawa told himself, instead focusing on the fact he'd become a man, one who knew his mind, one who wouldn't ever be manipulated again.
Nothing wrong with a little flirting...as long as he stayed in control.
"What else would you do with your tongue if you get the chance?" he heard himself ask when he should have slipped away.
Damn vodka.
"Lick up the back of your dick," Sendoh murmured, his eyes darkening. "Probe your slit to see what you taste like."
"Fuck," Rukawa whispered, captivated by Sendoh's heady stare, his hand twitching to drop to his groin again.
"I'd do that too, you wouldn't even have to ask. Tongue, fingers, my dick, I'll give you whatever your pretty little ass desires."
"Akira..." Rukawa licked his lower lip, causing Sendoh's gaze to drop to his mouth once more.
"Yes?" Sendoh asked, rubbing his thumb over the wetness.
They both groaned.
Rukawa tugged away from his hold and downed the rest of his martini with a shaking hand, even though he already approached drunkenness. He flagged the bartender.
Alcohol was always the best excuse for stupid decisions, but Rukawa told himself it was for liquid courage to walk away.
As if.
Rukawa needed an excuse because there was no way in hell he could say no to smooth-talking Sendoh who dropped truth bombs without a care who might overhear.
Wicked, wicked man had gotten under his skin, lessening the distaste Sendoh's type usually stirred up in his gut.
And he was probably deliciously endowed with a dick that would set his world straight...wait. Not straight...fill him up sounded much better.
Rukawa bit back a smirk. His body buzzed, his nerve endings zapping instead of numbing from the alcohol. One martini delivered- downed like water, and still, he couldn't ignore Sendoh and his body's natural reaction to being in too-close proximity.
A warm hand pressed against his back, and Sendoh scooted in, trapping Rukawa between his spread legs.
Too close...not near enough. Rukawa's eyelids fluttered shut with a sigh.
"I'm cutting you off, Kaede."
"What? Why?" He slurred the words, blinking the bar back into focus.
Hot breath caressed Rukawa's ear, sending a shiver down his spine. "Because I won't have you so drunk you can't consent to my tasting every inch of your smooth skin."
"Ohh." Rukawa let out a light giggle at his croaked words- he never giggled. He was an attorney for fuck's sake.
"Goddamnit, Kaede." Sendoh stood and discretely adjusted his dick.
Yep. Endowed, just like Rukawa had assumed. He clenched his hole at the idea of sinking over Sendoh's length until their groins pressed together. "Yes, please," Rukawa whispered, gaze glued to the ridge straining along Sendoh's jeans.
Thick. Long.
His mouth watered.
A hundred-dollar bill slapped onto the bar beneath Sendoh's hand, and he grasped Rukawa's elbow.
Rukawa stood without being tugged, falling into the hardest chest...his hands found their way up Sendoh's torso as he leaned in closer, wanting to melt into all bulging muscle and bone.
Expensive cologne, the hint of soap on warm skin jolted need through Rukawa's balls. "Where are we going?" he slurred, not caring where Sendoh dropped his jeans and let Rukawa have his way with him- just as long as he did.
"I'm taking you home."
Home meant a bed. Classier than the bathroom stall hook-up he'd expected. "Mmm. Okay."
"Is your car here?" Sendoh asked.
Rukawa shifted through his buzzed-drunk-brain, trying to remember how he'd gotten to Posh. Perhaps he'd sucked down one martini too many. "Uber! I never drive on Friday nights. Duh." Another unintended giggle escaped him, damnit.
Sendoh wrapped an arm around Rukawa's shoulder and led him out into the cool night, but no amount of spring air laced with exhaust and the faint scent of saltwater could clear the fuzziness creeping into Rukawa's brain.
Stumbling steps, a firm grip on his hip as they walked down the sidewalk...
Parking lot. Mercedes, Rukawa realized. Sendoh's car.
The scent of leather and the spiciness of Sendoh's cologne wrapped around Rukawa, and smiling, he tipped his head back against the passenger seat.
An arm reached over him.
Seatbelt buckled.
"If you puke in my car, I'll redden your ass."
"I'm not that shit." Rukawa murmured. That final martini had hit with a good right hook, he realized.
"Then I'll just have to hold you down."
"Mmm. That I could go for." Rukawa shifted on the seat, his ass already tingling. Wait- he didn't like getting spanked, and he sure as fuck wouldn't allow another man to restrain him.
Or would he? The thought of being at Sendoh's mercy might send Rukawa's sober mind straight to a no, but vodka-sloshed?
That was a whole other story.
"What's your address?"
Rukawa spilled it out, his mouth on autopilot, and second later, the vehicle moved beneath him. Still smiling, he enjoyed the darkness behind his eyelids, his imagination wanting to take a fantasy trip.
"I'd love to climb you like a tree," he murmured the thoughts that moved through his head like a murky, slow-motion movie.
"Kaede."
"Climb aboard and ride the hell outta you until you unload in my ass and I paint your abs with stripes of cum."
"Goddamnit, baby."
"Not a baby," Rukawa said with a singsong tone. He turned his head and opened his eyes, taking a few seconds to focus on Sendoh who stared straight ahead, his jaw clenched. "Are you going to take me to bed, Mr. Sendoh?"
"Yes."
"I love your honesty," Rukawa said, drawing out the L word with a smirk, his body going all lax in the leather beneath him.
A muscle ticked in Sendoh's jaw. "I don't."
Rukawa's head attempt to split in half.
He cracked his eyelids apart and cursed the sunlight in his face. "The fuck?" Groaning, he rolled away from the window, not sure what day it was- or where he was.
Posh.
Akira Sendoh.
His eyelids shot open again.
Home, he realized as he focused on his bureau a few feet away. Alone, he observed while blinking the rest of the room to life in his brain. Stripped to his underwear, he noted while running his hands down over his body.
Cottonmouth, a splitting headache, and no luscious ache in his backside.
Too much vodka.
And not enough dick.
His slacks, shirt, and tie from the day before lay neatly folded at the foot of his bed. A glass of water and the bottle of pain reliever he kept in his medicine cabinet waited for him on his bed stand.
"Goddamnit," Rukawa groaned, sinking back into his mattress again, an arm over his face. "I had you tucked into a nice, neat box, Akira. Why the hell did you have to force your way out?"
Was it possible Rukawa's gut had been wrong about him?
He hoped- and dreaded the possibility.
After downing the meds and the entire glass of water, Rukawa took a long, hot shower, checking himself for evidence of Sendoh loving on his body.
Nothing.
No bruising from fingers or mouths, no lingering redness on his ass from handprints-
"Fuck that shit," Rukawa muttered, even though his dick twitched at the image flickering in his brain of being at Sendoh's mercy.
Too much damn vodka had messed with his head the night before, but thankfully Sendoh hadn't taken advantage of his weakness.
How could he have been so stupid?
The man had been in the palm of his hand last night- a charming ginger, not aggressive or demanding...simply someone sweet looking to get off. They should have left earlier, before Rukawa had allowed himself that second martini.
But seeing Sendoh, how he'd stalked toward him, got all up in his personal space like he'd belonged there...Rukawa had been powerless against his wiles. Hate and lust had mingled in his brain over how easily Sendoh had sent charming guy away and had assumed his place.
And all the things he'd said, the promises he'd made...
A shiver licked down Rukawa's spine, and he yanked aside the shower curtain a littlr harder than necessary.
No more mixing vodka and Sendoh.
Maybe he'd get lucky and never have to see the man again.
But he wanted to. Badly.
Rukawa shuffled into the small kitchen he shared with his two roommates. Both sat bleary-eyed and scruffy at their table, coffee mugs in hand. "Morning," they greet him.
Rukawa ignored them, without a doubt hungover as well with how they partied every weekend, and Rukawa poured himself a cup.
"Were either of you around last night when my...friend brought me home?"
"Nope," they replied in unison.
That answered that question in Rukawa's brain. He must have been lucid enough to tell Sendoh where he lived, managed to pull the door keys from his pocket and point Sendoh toward which room was his.
The man had taken him to bed as promised- without taking care of him.
Rukawa couldn't decide which he found more disappointing. Sendoh escaping the box Rukawa had placed him in, or the fact he hadn't been sober enough to ride the man's dick until release.
No sense in crying over spilled coffee, his mom had always said with a smile. He looked forward to a family dinner with her and his dad later that night since he hadn't been home for going on three weeks.
Rukawa sipped his black brew and went back to his room, deciding he needed more beauty sleep before facing his mom. Otherwise, she'd been concerned he was coming down with something, same as she always worried whenever his usually perfect complexion betrayed his drinking.
With any luck, Akira Sendoh was indeed innocent in the self-defense affair from Thursday, he would meet with Maki alone the following week and Rukaw wouldn't even see him in passing ever again.
And Rukawa could hit Posh on a weeknight since he'd missed out on his weekly dick- same as he'd done for the previous two weekends due to exhaustion from the new job and his determination to make an impression.
But it was Sendoh, and that damn man alone, that haunted him as the days passed, keeping him from the nightlife after finishing up work late every day.
Rukawa decided missing out on the ride of his life was more disappointing than being wrong about how he'd judged Sendoh.
Maybe he'd get another chance to find out how Sendoh's tongue felt on his taint and ass...
A man could hope, even though his better sense said no.
tbc
Thank you for reading.