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Goro’s been all over the world. He’s planned destination weddings for royals, all the way down to backyard receptions for the average middle class suburbanites. Others in the business view him as what they aspire to be: a prestigious wedding planner who takes no nonsense, the absolute best of the best, and he’s worked his ass off for that reputation. Years of teenage internships and counting the days as a secretary paid off in the end, when his boss retired and thought Goro would be suitable to fill her shoes. And suddenly Goro was launched into the big leagues, happily rising to the challenge and making a name for himself in the industry from the ground up.
It’s been years since Goro was considered a rookie. Now he’s the one all these couples flock to in search of the most opulent display of wealth. And he’ll do it without fail. His weddings are undeniably beautiful, and he always manages to add his own special touch to make the ceremonies feel personal, to make it appear as though these couples are actually in love and aren’t just exchanging empty promises for a crowd pretending to care.
Though of course Goro has morals. Just because someone can afford his services doesn’t automatically mean he’ll work for them. He expects his clients to stay married for a minimum of two years before crawling back to ask if he happens to plan divorce parties as well.
But the couple of the night, the lovebirds who Goro spent a number of months detailing the plans for their modest wedding, may very well be the first exception to his rule.
His suit jacket thrown to the side and the top three buttons of his shirt undone, Goro’s currently shoved against the wall of a bathroom stall at his most recent expedition: the binding of esteemed defense lawyer Makoto Niijima and her freshly married husband Akira Kurusu. The ceremony played out all according to plan (Goro would never allow things to stray off the itinerary), and reception has only just begun. It’s one of the more standard weddings that Goro plans—a night that makes his clients feel special and magical before returning to their boring lives they’re forced to share together. Though tonight is a bit more special than usual, Goro admits, solely because he’s experiencing something he hasn’t before. A first of his, despite all the weddings he’s attended in the past that blur together in his memory as one.
Goro’s having his first fuck of the night before the job has even finished.
Though it’s not an odd occurrence for him to peruse wedding receptions for single men, he always waits until the end of the night to let loose, when he’s free to celebrate a job well done with a few drinks and a man he’ll discard before the sun rises the next morning. But things have developed differently at the Kurusu-Niijima wedding. Including Goro being swept away and dragged into one of the bathrooms meant for wedding participants only as soon as the ceremony came to a close, and he soon found himself being kissed like he’s the bride of the night who everyone secretly envies.
Another anomaly of the Kurusu-Niijima wedding: the man who swept Goro away for a post-ceremony rendezvous isn’t some unnamed stranger. It's someone Goro’s been getting to know for months now, that someone being none other than the groom himself.
It’s a fling that started months ago, something Goro has long come to terms with despite his attempts to stay away at first. But Kurusu proved himself impossible to stay away from, and Kurusu must regard Goro as something quite irresistible as well. If his lack of qualms about cheating on his wife is anything to go by.
Of course Goro never directly asked either Kurusu or Niijima about the problems in their relationship. There’s some boundaries you just don’t cross.
“Turn around,” Kurusu says, his tongue darting out to swipe over the bruising bottom lip Goro’s been chewing on. Hopefully it’s not very noticeable in the wedding photos.
Goro turns around.
As he was saying, there’s some boundaries you just don’t cross as wedding planner and client. But Goro didn’t need to ask about the state of the Kurusu-Niijima relationship, picking up on plenty of clues just from working for them long enough. One of them being Niijima’s overall lack of presence. Of course Goro would never expect law to be an easy field—he takes his own job just as seriously, thank you very much. But Niijima had practically zero say in the plans for her own wedding, her fiancé having to pick up the slack in her place.
(As his thoughts run wild, Kurusu fumbles with the button on Goro’s waistband, making haste to shove his slacks down his thighs and get two greedy hands on his ass.
“God damn…”)
Kurusu would apologize profusely every time Niijima had to cancel a meeting due to her job getting in the way, leaving Goro and Kurusu alone to discuss flower bouquets and seating arrangements and the like. And though it’s just a suspicion, Goro could gather from Kurusu’s sheepish tone that Niijima getting held up at work is something of a common occurrence.
Even for her own honeymoon she only set aside a weekend’s worth of time so she can be back at the firm come Monday. As much as Goro flourishes in his own line of work, he’d set aside at least a week to celebrate his own honeymoon.
Especially if he was marrying someone like Kurusu.
“You’re already wet,” Kurusu murmurs in his ear, sounding very pleased with this observation. He still dips two fingers into Goro’s center and hooks his knuckles hard, getting a good view of Goro lubed and stretched open for him, ripe and ready.
“I’ve been planning this wedding for months,” Goro informs him, monotonous. “I needed a little stress relief before the ceremony.”
“You could’ve found me.”
Goro attempts to roll his eyes, but a rough squeeze to his ass forces his lashes to flutter shut instead.
“I’d looked around for you beforehand but never found you,” Kurusu admits. “I guess this answers what you’d been up to~”
He removes his fingers in favor of spreading Goro’s cheeks apart, and soon Goro feels the thick head of his client’s cock prodding his hole open.
“Yeah, that and my job,” Goro huffs, his gloved hands resting against the bathroom wall to keep himself steady as Kurusu pushes in. “I had a certain catering company I needed to boss around.”
“Shit— I wish I’d been around to see that.”
Goro snorts. “It wasn’t pretty.”
“I’m sure it was. You’re hot when you get bossy.” With a grunt, Kurusu bottoms out, his movements pausing while he lets Goro adjust to his size. He chooses to entertain himself in the meantime by rubbing firm circles into Goro's hips, his lips landing right in the middle of perfectly-styled brown hair. “You’re always hot, baby.”
As Kurusu begins to slowly rock his hips, Goro’s left with a red face and a pounding heart from the words.
The problem with the Kurusu-Niijima relationship (their marriage as of about 10 minutes ago) is more than just Niijima’s consistent absences. Goro could go on and on about how Kurusu is insatiable, how he’s way less of a gentleman than he lets on, that he needs someone who can keep up with his pace. But one of the biggest problems Goro’s taken note of, in the few handful of times he even met with the bride of the wedding, is that Niijima doesn’t know how to turn her work mode off.
She’s always too rigid, too serious. What you’d expect from a lawyer in the courtroom, not while cake tasting with the supposed love of her life. At first Goro thought it might just be how she acts around strangers, but even her hushed conversations with her fiancé sounded ingenuine to someone whose job involves getting to know couples. Not to mention the amount of work phone calls Niijima just couldn’t let go to voicemail. Kurusu would always apologize profusely for that as well.
In the beginning Goro thought he might be wrong, that Niijima might turn off her work mode at home and be an actual pleasant human being to be around. That was Goro’s theory during the first month of planning this wedding, that Niijima must be at least a little bit loveable because holy shit her fiancé really wants this to be the perfect wedding. So many calls and emails Kurusu would make to Goro’s office, showing up early to meetings and staying late afterwards. Hell, there were even a few times Kurusu showed up unannounced to see if there was anything he could do to move the process along, to ask if he should bring anything when he and Goro go look at tablecloth options next week. To ask for the millionth time if all the wedding planning is going smoothly.
Goro’s worked with a lot of couples over the years, but never has he met someone so involved in the process that they’re basically trying to take over his job.
Month two of planning the Kurusu-Niijima wedding, Goro’s theory changed dramatically.
(“Fuck, Akechi. You take my cock so well,” a raspy voice breathes in his ear. And approximately 13 minutes after the ceremony took place, Kurusu’s steady pace of thrusts begins to speed up).
By that second month Goro had gotten to know Kurusu well, and boy is that man lucky Goro just so happened to enjoy his company, lest he’d have gotten kicked out the first time he showed up at the office outside scheduled meeting time. A bit of champagne testing resulted in them sitting a little closer than they should’ve been, a little drunker than they should’ve been. When Kurusu leaned in to kiss Goro for the first time, Goro blamed it on the alcohol. And he blamed everything that followed that kiss on the alcohol as well.
The anxiety and guilt that came the next day had been overwhelming. How could Goro help one of his clients cheat on his fiancé?
When Kurusu showed up for their next meeting, Goro was prepared to apologize and admit fault. He was even ready to go as far as suggest Kurusu find another wedding planner for his upcoming spring ceremony. But the conversation ended up with Goro bent over his desk with Kurusu’s cock up his ass, and it didn’t take a great deal of critical thinking skills for Goro to realize it was never the alcohol’s fault to begin with.
They couldn’t resist each other after that. Goro even presented Kurusu with the gift of his personal phone number (something Kurusu took advantage of far too often). Weeks of fucking turned into months of secret love affair right under Niijima’s nose, leading to the point of Goro getting fucked by her husband before the newlyweds have even shared their first dance. The thought lights a fire within Goro, and Kurusu’s quick slams inside him only work to fuel the flames. It feels fucking amazing; Goro gets high on the power. He’s already getting paid a fortune for planning a dream wedding for the happy couple, getting some cock as an extra thank you is just the cherry on top. The thought makes Goro smile knowing months of hard work has paid off.
An eager fist tangles into Goro’s hair, Kurusu using the grip to his advantage to hit even deeper inside him. Goro screams so loud he would’ve worried someone heard him if he had the capacity to care about anything other than getting pounded. He doesn’t even care that his cheek is pressed against the bathroom stall, nor that his makeup is likely being ruined in the process.
“You’re perfect, you did such a good job at everything,” Kurusu growls, his words airy as his hips move in quick succession. “You look fucking amazing tonight. I couldn't take my eyes off you.”
Imagining Kurusu during the ceremony watching Goro instead of his bride, like he’s the only person in the room… something akin to pride bubbles in Goro’s chest.
“It's my job— to make sure everything runs perfectly—”
“And what about me?” Kurusu asks over the sound of skin on wet skin, “Did I do my vows okay?”
“You were fine,” Goro smirks. He decides to tease Kurusu with a deliberate squeeze of his ass. “But you did better during practice.”
The smile he’s met with is the brightest he’s seen from the groom tonight.
“I had a good practice partner.”
“Ah, of course. It makes sense you’d be less nervous with me than with your bride.”
“Less nervous?” Kurusu’s smile slips away, and Goro’s a little too far gone to make sense of the expression it’s replaced with. “Sure. Let’s go with that.”
Warm, strong fingers dip beneath Goro’s shirt to grab hold of his waist. He can make out the feeling of metal on his ring finger, but before the rush of disdain has the chance to rush through him, Kurusu’s shifting his angle to fuck Goro harder. Faster. Right there in that perfect spot, everything Goro needs to clear his head after such a stressful day of work.
The only problem with this little affair of theirs, the only thing that makes Goro regret getting involved at all, is knowing it has to end here. There’s no reason for Kurusu to contact Goro again after this. There’s no reason for Kurusu to even think about Goro again after this, save for maybe recommending him to any friends that might be getting married soon. It’s a sad thought, but Goro can’t afford to get his hopes up here. Kurusu has a wife now, someone who’s extremely well-known and respected in her job field. Goro’s sure her reputation would go down the drain if it were ever revealed her husband is cheating, and while Kurusu has no issue with having an affair, the potential of humiliating his wife is likely where he draws the line.
But that doesn’t mean Goro has to pretend to like it.
What about his happiness? Sure, he wouldn’t consider what he and Kurusu have to be a real relationship, but it’s still the longest relationship-adjacent thing Goro’s ever had. They’ve spent months learning each other’s bodies, and if Goro thought Kurusu was a good fuck at the beginning of their randezvous, he had no idea what he was in for once Kurusu memorized all the places he liked to be touched the most.
And now Goro’s expected to throw all that away? To act like it never happened?
How the hell will he survive?
Amidst the blend of so many pleasures Goro feels Kurusu latch onto his neck, mouth eager and determined to paint Goro’s skin with as many lovebites as possible. Even if his rational thoughts weren’t being suppressed by the constant hammering of cock, Goro wouldn’t stop him. It’s not like anyone will ask him about all the hickeys, save for maybe Ann at one of their routine brunches this week. For now it’s just a secret between the two of them, a reminder for later as to what they’d been up to in the wedding participants’ bathroom. And that thought alone is enough to make Goro stop overthinking.
The stimulation in his core is enough to make Goro stop thinking at all. Kurusu’s hips move erratically, all rhythm lost in favor of trying to get his cock back into Goro as fast as possible. It’s deliciously mind-numbing, the sound of their spontaneous little fuck party growing louder and louder and more obscene. Goro just needs Kurusu to keep filling him exactly like that…
Goro reaches down to touch himself as he feels his climax approaching. He knows his future self will be grateful he came on his hand rather than on his nice clothes.
Kurusu finishes not too far behind him, and Goro’s pleasure doubles as heat floods his insides. He feels so warm and tingly, safe and completely undone. As the electricity settles and Goro manages to breathe again, he’s suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to crawl into Kurusu’s arms and let himself be hugged for a while.
He settles on a kiss instead, twisting his upper body around so he can comfortably tug Kurusu in by the hair. He tastes as sweet as he always does. If Goro wasn’t so confident in the bakers he hires, he might even say Kurusu tastes better than the wedding cake.
“You have a wife to go dance with,” Goro says as he regretfully pulls away. Receptions are usually smooth sailing for any wedding planner, but Goro still likes to stick to a competent schedule. And the bride and groom’s first dance is expected at any time now.
Kurusu juts out his bottom lip in a pout, and Goro wants to take it between his teeth again.
“Come on, this is my wedding. Can’t I celebrate a little longer?”
(Goro wishes). “Not unless you want people to start looking for you.”
For a second Kurusu seems to actually consider his chances. Until Goro sends him a pointed glare that tells him to stop considering it.
“Fine. But can I at least get a dance with you later?”
“Absolutely not.”
Unfazed, Kurusu quirks a brow. “What if I ask again after you’ve had a few drinks?”
“I’d say you must be out of your mind.”
Kurusu grins. “I wouldn’t argue that.”
Goro turns away, unhooking his arm from Kurusu’s shoulder so he can face the wall again.
“You really should get going,” he forces himself to say. He tries not to think about how this is the last time, how Kurusu will leave him empty tonight and never come back to fill him again. “If you get any cum on my slacks I’ll kill you.”
“Talk about high stakes,” Kurusu mutters, but he manages to avoid any disasters as he quickly slides himself out.
And immediately replaces his cock with two of his deft fingers.
“Kurusu—”
Kurusu moves so he’s standing next to Goro, back against the bathroom stall and grinning despite Goro’s glare, his fingers fluttering relentlessly within the sticky mess.
“Yes?”
“You’re stalling,” Goro deadpans. “Do you really not want your friends to see your horrible dancing skills that badly?”
Kurusu gasps in offense. “Hey! I did good in those dancing lessons and you know it!”
“You did okay.” There’s a teasing glint in Goro’s eyes as he tucks Kurusu’s cock back into his pants, carefully redoing the button on his waistband. “But I was better every time.”
Goro deliberately ignores Kurusu’s pout to focus on straightening the groom’s shirt instead.
Once Kurusu looks presentable enough, Goro reaches down to pull at Kurusu’s wrist and remove his fingers from his body. He lifts Kurusu’s hand to his mouth and cleans the cum off his fingers, thoroughly licking over his golden wedding band until there’s nothing left but his spit.
“There,” Goro chimes. “Nobody will ever know.”
Kurusu, however, still gives no sign that he’s about to leave.
“Do you need help cleaning up?”
Goro rolls his eyes. “I’ll be fine. Wouldn’t you rather be dancing with your wife than helping me clean up, anyway?”
Kurusu doesn’t budge.
“...Are you sure you don’t need help cleaning up?”
Goro sends him a look.
“Fine, fine, I’ll go,” Kurusu surrenders, grabbing his suit jacket from the hanger on the stall door. “Can I have a kiss for good luck first?”
Still bent over against the wall with his ass covered in slowly drying cum, Goro gives the most unamused glare he can muster.
“Haven’t I given you enough good luck kisses?”
“No amount is enough,” Kurusu smirks, stepping into Goro’s personal space like he knows he’s already won. “What’s one more?”
Goro concedes, but he still has enough self restraint to keep the kiss short.
“Good luck out there,” he murmurs as Kurusu begins to step away. “Try not to embarrass yourself too much.”
“Me? Never.”
The sound of the latch opening and a wink sent his way, that’s all Goro gets before Kurusu disappears to join the fun of his wedding celebration.
Begrudgingly Goro peels his body off the wall so he can get himself cleaned up. Part of him wants to keep the mess there and just go home, shower it off and sleep. But he can’t. He has to be there when they cut the cake, and he has to make sure the speeches start on time. Maybe if he’s lucky, he can get drunk enough that he won’t be able to feel sadness anymore.
So he finishes cleaning Kurusu’s cum off his ass and sets out with a plan to do just that. Before he met Kurusu, Goro’s plans played out exactly how he wanted them to. He’d plan a perfect wedding, and the wedding would be perfect without fail. Only after he met Kurusu did he find himself going off script. And not for the first time, Goro finds his plans being changed because of a certain groom once again.
It comes in the form of a vibration once he’s slipped back into his jacket, causing Goro to paw around until he finally fishes his phone out of the pocket.
Kurusu: so… you free monday? :P
A pound of his heart betrays him, and Goro can’t fight his smile as he types out a simple yes. He’s extremely free on Monday; he’s never been freer. And it’s as though his energy has been replenished as he clutches his phone to his chest, giddy and bouncing on his toes with excitement.
He can’t wait to give Kurusu the honeymoon he deserves.