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"It's fine, Hanawa. It's fine."
Hanawa whimpered at the breath against his ear, Joryu's deep, calm voice reverberating through his skull into the hazy fog of his brain. He was fine- they were fine. They were out of the basement, they were...oh, they were in the elevator. It was the one at the hotel he was renting long term, the one he knew wasn't bugged by the Daidoji, that's right. Joryu sucked at the soft skin beneath his earlobe and he melted, grip tightening into the back of his suit jacket, back curved awkwardly against the railing attached to the elevator wall.
He desperately tried not to think about the events of that afternoon.
It was bad enough sitting and waiting like a coward for 3 whole days and knowing Joryu was down there being smacked around, roughed up, broken down. Because of him. Not knowing if he'd ever his face again. Not knowing if he's be carted out in tiny little pieces, maybe smuggled out in a duffle bag and thrown into the canal.
Because of him.
At least when he went to take responsibility for him he would get to know the outcome. He couldn't live with himself. Out of all the rotten things he'd done in his life, this was a bridge too far. Joryu did it for him, threw it all away for him. His hands started shaking again.
Joryu was mouthing at his neck, licking under his jaw all as if unperturbed by todays events. He willed himself to stay in the moment, to focus on the now and let his silly little anxieties fall to the side. Why did he always have to be the delicate one? He'd seen his share of life's terrors, dealt with an unending stream of unimaginably bleak situations and now, well, his nerves must be shot. Now all it took was a door slamming outside to send cold dread seeping down his throat to fill up all the old holes in his chest with ice.
Focus on the scrape of Joryu's beard against his skin, instead, sending sparks through him like flint against metal. Feel as he moves from holding his back to tracing his hands lower, spread wide as they cupped Hanawa's ass and squeezed him flush against him. Feel that burn igniting inside him.
Fuck, yes, focus on that. The hard line of Joryu's cock against his own. Fuck, they both need this- a release. Purely cathartic, they could tell themselves afterwards. Hanawa dips his chin to push Joryu off him, beckoning him up face to face. They stare at each other for a moment, words left unsaid, unneeded. Joryu had pushed his sunglasses onto the top of his head, his eyes dark with want amongst the smattering of cuts and bruises on him. His own glasses sat on his nose, smudged and slightly askew.
Hanawa's jaw quivered, eyes flitting between each of Joryu's own. They really did a number on him. His precious, beautiful Joryu suffered through all that just for him and still here he was, taking whatever Hanawa would give him like a lowly dog who scarcely believes he deserved scraps. His agent. He deserved the world and then some, not to be hidden away and trodden down like this, like he was nothing. His agent. Hanawa's heart beat hard and heavy in his chest, more solid and steady than he'd ever known. He knew now his life was forfeit to the man, a life debt that could never be paid, all that was left of his purpose was to restore this dragon to the heights he belonged.
Pulling himself closer, he rubbed the tip of their noses together- a simple intimacy he would have never dreamed of prior to this. He kissed the red graze at the corner of Joryu's mouth and muttered to him.
"Take what's yours."
Immediately, Joryu breathed deeply through his nose, lungs filling, chest expanding and pushing Hanawa back further against the wall. The hands on his ass squeezed again, kneading roughly as Joryu rutted his crotch against him and sucked on Hanawa's lower lip. Hanawa was barely hanging on, hands lower and limply grasping at Joryu's sides- the area where most men of his age would have love handles, but Joryu of course still had only hard, heavy muscle.
Wow, he was beautiful.
Joryu kissed him and kissed him, pushing their tongues together and grinding their clothed cocks desperately against each other. Hanawa whimpered into his mouth, so close, overstimulated, overtired, full of adrenaline and anxiety he could barely control himself anymore. It wasn't until Joryu heavily traced the index and middle fingers of both his hands down the seam of Hanawa's ass, a promise of things to come, that he lost complete control. His whimpers turned to unabashed moans as he fell over the edge, finishing in his pants, fully clothed, just as Joryu pulled away- the elevator reached their floor.
Joryu smoothed down his shirt and walked out of the elevator, turning back to give an infuriating smirk. Hanawa, still catching his breath, pushed away from the wall and staggered after him. Pathetic. His legs were jelly, he felt like a baby deer fresh from the womb and staggering across ice. He couldn't believe he'd just come in his pants like a teenage boy. Had he no pride?
Joryu didn't seem to have noticed what just happened, or at least didn't mention it or even seem to react to it. All that was left was getting into his hotel room without either falling over nor having Joryu find out what just happened. It wasn't even a particularly good orgasm- too fast, half aborted, and full of shame.
He has the whole night to enjoy new and exciting carnal relations with this Adonis of a man and he'd gone and blown (literally and metaphorically) it before it had even started. The rest of the night was likely going to be damage control. As long as he woke up the next morning with his reputation and relationship intact, it would be mission accomplished.
He staggered out of the juddery old elevator after him, doors starting to shut as he slipped through. Joryu was halfway down the hall and...not halfway down, he was outside Hanawa's room. He frowned to himself- how did he know which room he was in? As if reading his mind, Joryu jangled Hanawa's room keys in front of himself.
That sneaky little devil- he stole them from his back pocket whilst he was groping his ass on the way up. Hanawa spluttered from embarrassment, face turning red and shoulders hunching stiffly. Some secret agent he was.
Joryu held the keys up until Hanawa was close enough to yank them from his grip and open the door himself. It was one key going into one lock, yet he it took him a few tries to get it in, hands still shaking, and then he even managed to turn key the wrong way 3 whole times. It was worse than when he tries to insert a USB stick with a roomful of his superiors staring at him, waiting for him to start his very important, top secret PowerPoint Presentation. Maybe he should cut himself a little slack today though- he'd just had a near death experience and his pants were sticky and full of cum. Plus he had a beautiful, horny man breathing down his neck.
Once the door clicked open he elbowed Joryu away from him an beelined for the bathroom.
"Let me freshen up, make yourself at home in the meantime," he yelled over his shoulder, searching for a first aid kit that he promptly threw at Joryu, standing slightly dumbstruck in the doorway, "Fix your face if you want- you look like death warmed up."
Hanawa slammed the door, flicked the lock on then immediately, frantically started kicking his shoes off and pulling his trousers and boxer briefs down onto the cold, tiled floor. It was going to stain, he just knew it, best to wash them straight away before it has time to settle. Kicking his underwear to the side (a right-off, potentially) he threw the suit trousers crotch first into the sink, metal fastener dinging loudly against the porcelain.
His hand hovered over the taps. Hot or cold? Cold was for...blood. So hot, surely? He twisted on the hot tap and looked for the soap. Ah- bar only. That wouldn't do. Flinging back the shower curtain he found his shampoo, grabbing it and staring at the ingredients. They meant nothing to him. But it was expensive enough that it should do something. First, he took off his suit jacket and hung it on the back of the door. Not use ruining that as well.
Back to the sink...ugh, he should have turned them inside out before getting them wet. Never mind. He squirted about a 100 yen piece worth of the shampoo into the inside of the crotch and massaged it gently. Shit, the water was hot, would it shrink the fabric? He turned the cold tap on a slight amount and the water turned frigid almost immediately and he grunted in frustration, dropping his head back to stare at the ceiling and taking a deep breath.
It's just a pair of trousers. Just a pair of easily replaceable (albeit expensive) suit trousers. He was alive, Joryu was alive. Joryu was waiting for him, probably laid out on his bed, in his hotel room, thinking about him. Fuck.
He scrubbed faster, harder, managing to get most of the soap out and ringing out the excess water in under a minute before laying them out in the bath and shutting the shower curtain to hide his ministration; the underwear got shoved into the tiny bin by the sink, bag tied off for posterity, and shoes placed neatly next to it. Lastly, he grabbed the bath sponge and gave himself the quickest and deplorable pre-fuck scrub down he'd ever had in his life but it got the job done.
Joryu had been washed down (and had the majority of his wounds treated) back in the Daidoji safehouse but Hanawa was still covered in the dried dread-sweat that had drenched him earlier in the day. After patting himself dry with a towel he spritzed some cologne on his shirt and pushed his hair back. That'd have to do.
His hand was almost on the doorknob before he realised the state of his undress. A navy blue silk dress shirt and a pair of black socks held up by a pair of garters- he didn't even have an undershirt on. Sighing, he undid a few buttons of his collar to show off his clavicle and took some deep, stabilising breaths with his hand still hovering over the door handle.
Joryu probably wouldn't even notice. It would be fine. He just had to own it.
Re-invigorated, he twisted the lock and yanked the door open, stepping briskly into the main room and finding Joryu sprawled on the bed with his shirt fully unbuttoned and his cock in his hand. Hanawa's brain short circuited upon seeing this, felt sparks popping behind his temple and vision fading at the edges.
Goodness gracious, he felt like an old timey lady who faints upon seeing a man's bare arms. He'd seen a cock before- hell, he'd seen Joryu's cock- but this was just lurid, the way he was working it with one hand, ohh. He tried to say something but no words came out, just some stuttered breaths. Luckily, Joryu was more cognisant, spreading his knees wider and clearing his throat.
"Heh, I, ah, found your lube."
He dropped back onto his elbow of his free arm and continued stroking himself and smirking at Hanawa.
"Y-yes," Hanawa finally managed to stammer out, coming back to himself once more and walking over to the bed, "It's a health kit. I keep all sorts of things in it."
He'd actually completely forgotten that he kept his sexual unmentionables in his first-aid bag but it was too late; there was already a bottle of lube- uncapped- lying on the bed next to Joryu's knee alongside a strip of condoms. Hanawa pointed to them, voice thick with embarassment he tried to hide.
"Are you expecting to be using all of these tonight?"
Joryu just laughed, a cute little huff from his nose and a curl of his lip. He pulled his hand away from himself to open his arms, beckoning Hanawa to join. First reaching over to flick the lid shut on the lube (truly an accident waiting to happen), Hanawa clambered onto the bed, placing a hand on each of Joryu's shoulders as he flung his leg over to straddle his pelvis and kissed him hard on the mouth. Joryu leaned into it, pushing back into the kiss and running his large hands along Hanawa's thighs, thrusting his hips but unable to find purchase.
"Hanawa..." Joryu was moaning into the kiss, not seeming to mind how Hanawa's glasses were crushing against his face. He wasn't wearing his- Hanawa hadn't noticed where he'd put them. They'd better not be on the bed somewhere, they were much too expensive to accidentally crush with his ass.
Hanawa rubbed up and down from Joryu's shoulders to his pecs, reveling in the warmth under his fingertips as they kissed. There were wounds, scars, a graze or two, it didn't matter. They were alive. Alive and well, as Joryu still had enough blood going spare to still be sporting an impressive erection that sat upright between the two of them. Hanawa's own dick, despite his best efforts, was simply not coming back to life right now. Damn his age, and damn his long, long dry spell before this. Back in his heyday he could last all night but now all it takes is a few ruts in an elevator and he's done for the evening- it was pathetic.
Maybe he was being too hard on himself. Could he not just enjoy the touch of another man, a rarity with his current lifestyle? It didn't matter if he couldn't get it up again, truly, because he had the opportunity, the pleasure, to bring his Joryu apart by the seams for as long as he could stand it. Plus, it's not as if it wouldn't feel good. One way or another, he needed to feel Joryu inside him.
His poor Joryu, battered and bruised, beaten for days for the crime of caring about Hanawa's life. Did he spend that time thinking of Hanawa, the way Hanawa thought of him while he was kidnapped? Going through all the things he wished he'd said, all the things he'd do if he had another chance, any time at all, even just a second? With lives like theirs' you try your best to stay detached and save yourself the pain of the inevitable loss but... something was different now.
What had the boss said? Their bond goes beyond Manager and Agent.
"Joryu..." Hanawa eventually moaned in response, mouth wet with spit and glasses partially fogged, "How would you like me?"
In this moment, it was probably too much for Joryu's brain to compute as he was now pouting a little, frowning, looking to the side and thinking so loud he could hear the cogs clicking and ticking in his thick skull. It's true what they say about yakuza men: they thrive on subservience.
"Shall I give you some options?" Hanawa leant back as he spoke to more easily admire Joryu's physique. He started unbuttoning his shirt a little more, trying to level the playing field. The movement of Hanawa's hands caught Joryu's attention and he nodded.
Oh fucking shit, what were the options? He just wanted to get railed by him and now he had to lay out a buffet of potentials for him whilst using his subtle powers of persuasion to get him to choose what he wanted. Great. Well done. He could have just done the set menu.
"Uh, let's see. There's oral, or anal, perhaps some intercr-"
"Sounds like you're describing the contents of your First Aid kit." Joryu snorted, hands stilled and rubbing circles into his inner thighs.
"I, uh, ha..." The joke took Hanawa off guard. It was so annoying when he was funny with his stupid dad jokes. Just for that, he was getting his choosing privileges revoked. A quick, hard shove at his shoulders toppled Joryu back to lay on the bed.
Still straddling his hips, Hanawa grabbed the base of his flagging cock and stroked, slowly and firmly. The lube he'd used hadn't fully dried, thankfully, allowing his hand to glide up and down with the most perverse wet sounds.
"Mmm, what would you call this?" Joryu asked, hands behind him holding the headboard to stop himself from interfering. Hanawa clicked his tongue.
"Manual stimulation. Joryu, stop being a smart ass and tell me." He paused to lick his lips. Fuck, he felt like a snake, he could smell him so strongly, "Do you want to fuck me or not? Because I can't fuck myself now, can I?"
That must have got him, as he suddenly surged forward and kissed Hanawa, biting at him lower lip with a growl. Handing him a condom and the tube of lubricant, Hanawa pulled away and positioned himself face down on the bed. He shoved a pillow under his hips to bother raise his ass and hide his still flacid dick and buried his face into another (after taking off his glasses and folding them to the side, of course), hiding a smug grin.
Despite all the rumours, Joryu did seem to know what he was doing, as Hanawa heard the lube being uncapped and felt cold, slick fingers against his hole moments later, causing him to clench. Fuck, that wouldn't do, he couldn't be coy if he wanted Joryu's full length inside him. He bit at the pillow and wiggled his hips, feeling like he was in his 20s again, minus the erectile disfunction.
Joryu was massaging at the rim, thankfully not taking too long before he started pushing against it and dipping them further and further inside. He wanted him, he wanted to be in him, fuck, the way he was pumping one finger, then too, he was desperate to fuck him and Hanawa delighted in being wanted so badly. This man, who never expressed interest in anyone, man or woman, was panting with want as he prepped him. What an intoxicating feeling.
"Hanawa, is that okay? Please, Hanawa, can I fuck you?"
He was beggin so sweetly, how could he say no? Truthfully, he was never one that needed much prep before a fuck and he was NOT clean enough that he wanted Joryu spending too much time...spelunking.
"C-condom."
That was all he managed to say and immediately felt Joryu pull his fingers out of him, then heard the rustling of a condom wrapper.
The rustling continued.
More rustling.
"Hanawa, can you?" The strip of condoms was thrown up to wear he lay.
"My hands are too slippy."
Rolling his eyes, he pushed himself up to his elbows and ripped open one of the packets with his teeth before throwing them back and dropping down again. Joryu gave his ass a short slap, then a squeeze.
"Thank you."
Moments later he felt an intrusion at his entrance as Joryu guided the head of his cock past the ring of muscle then stopping and moving his hands to hold onto Hanawa's hips. It was nice, it was a good stretch, didn't burn too much yet. Although it had admittedly been a while since he'd done it, his body sure remembered what to do.
Joryu's fingers pressed hard enough to bruise as he slowly sank into Hanawa until his hips sat flush against his ass. Yes, yes, that's what he needed, an intoxicating fullness accompanied by the delicious stuttered gasps of the man inside him. The need he felt emanating from Joryu made his heart race and he could his quickened pulse pop in his wrists and the tips of his fingers.
He loved having this power over another man, making them so utterly desperate for you that they lose their damn minds when you take it away but...this wasn't for him, it was for Joryu. He'd give Joryu anything he wanted even if he didn't ask for it. He pushed his hips back against him, willing him to move but Joryu's grasp of him tightened even further to try and keep him in place.
Oh, maybe he was close. He gasped a muffled laugh into the pillow at the thought. Maybe it wasn't just him that was an old man. Maybe it wasn't just him that was overtired and overwhelmed and had a soul overflowing with emotions he'd thought he'd never feel again. He turned his head to the side to speak.
"It's okay, Joryu. It's okay."
Joryu was taking long, loud breathes- in through the nose, out through the mouth. The type the old monk at the Daidoji temple forced people to sit and practise for hours on end. Well, if it worked it worked, he supposed. At least his death grip on his ass had eased up a little.
"Do what you want with me, no need for posturing. Don't hold back on my account."
Hanawa's hair was all mussed up from shoving his head in the pillow and stray salt and pepper strands get falling into his eyes, making it even harder to see without his glasses. From what he could tell, Joryu was looking at him. He probably looked a debauched mess, despite having barely done anything. Was that something he was into?
"I..." Joryu finally replied shyly, "I want to kiss you again."
How was he acting so demure whilst his cock was inside him? Hanawa swallowed around a lump of emotion forming in his throat and beckoned Joryu forward. He complied, running his hands up Hanawa's back and bracketed himself on his forearms as he leaned over to take his lips once more, careful not to place his weight on the other man. It was a chaste kiss, as if his mind was elsewhere. That just wasn't good enough- Hanawa needed Joryu here.
They kissed again, peck after peck. Very sweet. But not enough.
"Jo-o-oryu-u-u," Hanawa whined between each kiss and flailed an arm to the side to try and catch Joryu's hand, "I need to feel you."
In the next kiss- longer, deeper- Joryu's strong fingers entangled with his own and he (finally) fucked himself, involuntarily, into Hanawa. He could feel the heat of his chest through the back of his shirt, silk sliding against his undershirt with each new thrust as it caught against the sweat on Joryu's torso.
"Yes, that's it, that's it."
"Hanawa..."
They were in a steady rhythym now, shallow thrusts that Hanawa rutted back to meet, kisses getting sloppier as they both moaned wantonly into it. Fuck yes, this was his Joryu, not some unfeeling machine, he knew he wasn't going to become some emotionless sex-god in bed. This was so much better- a glimpse behind the curtain at the mortal man, not the infallible agent, not even the mythical dragon.
It was probably a good thing he came already because navigating these emotions whilst on the edge of orgasm would be far too intense. He needed a sober mind to help Joryu process what, he assumed, was a similar situation. He hoped. It hardly felt one sided, this love.
Because it was love, wasn't it? Love of some kind. Love that couldn't be spoken. But they could live it.
Joryu's head dropped Hanawa's shoulder and he slowed, panting out in pained breaths.
"Hanawa...I'm close..."
Fuck, no, he wanted more than this. He wanted something Joryu would never forget, that he would find himself reminiscing about at inopportune moments. If he liked to see his debauched, he'd give him debauched.
"P-pull out." He stammered, then continued more forcefully, "Now, Joryu, that's an order."
To his credit, he pulled out immediately although it was accompanied by a choked out whine that, fuck, it did something to Hanawa. Here he was saying he wanted to give him everything yet was taking pleasure in being withholding? Maybe a tiger really doesn't change its stripes. The scars where his irezumi was burnt off his back tingled as Joryu moved off him. Despite the odd, mildly unpleasant feeling of being suddenly empty he pushed himself up to sit with his back against the headboard and beckoned for Joryu to come over to him.
"Take off the condom."
Joryu was on his knees and shuffling to position himself with one leg either side of Hanawa's. He rolled the condom off himself- empty, save for a little precum- and tossed it off the side of the bed. Dirty bastard. Nevermind, he'd find it in the morning, for now he needed to focus on the task at hand.
"I want you to come on my face, please."
Joryu's hands twitched but didn't move from where they hovered in the air. Hanawa looked up at him from under his lashes but couldn't quite make out his expression.
"Is something the matter?"
"P-put your glasses back on." Joryu spit out the command and seemed to surprise even himself, "If you...could...if...please, Hanawa."
Hanawa turned, stone faced, and made a show of picking them up, unfolding them and placing them delicately on his nose, pushing them up into place with a finger. He looked back to Joryu, now able to see his reactions. He was biting his lip and staring down at him, red faced. Hanawa shook his head to get his fringe out of his eyes and hopefully out of the line of fire.
"Now, are you able to come on my face, Joryu?"
Joryu didn't reply, he simply started pumping his dick with one hand, long, light strokes of a man on the edge. His other hand came up to cup Hanawa's jaw and hold his head in place and he moaned deeply. Before he could decide whether or not to open his mouth for him, he felt something warm and wet hit his cheek. Not moving his gaze from Joryu's he felt another, and another, and then his vision became obstructed as cum splattered across his glasses, dripping down onto his cheeks.
He unconciously stuck his tongue out to lick away some on his upper lip and Joryu's eyes fluttered shut at the sight.
"Fu-u-uck, Hanawa."
Opening them again he smeared his thumb through some of the cum on his chin and he put it up the Hanawa's mouth for him to suck on. Which he did. With aplomb. Joryu flopped to the side to lie on the bed next to where Hanawa sat, narrowly avoiding the open tube of lube he'd left there. Hanawa tutted and started tidying the mess away into a pile at the foot of the bed.
"Hanawa, did you finish? I can still-"
"I, um..." He wasn't about to admit it now. Joryu was barely even awake at this point, eye half lidded and voice soft. He ran a hand through his hair, petting him like an old lap cat. "Yes, I did Joryu. Thank you."
He didn't reply, just mumbled incoherently but was still awake enough to grab the hem of Hanawa's shirt as he stood up off the bed. Did he really think he would disappear? Even if they never have the opportunity to repeat it, Hanawa would never be able to label this a one-night-stand. It felt more like a...consummation of their new relationship, even thought they hadn't exactly decided what that was. He patted Joryu's hand.
"I'm just going to wash up. I'm not chiseling hardened cum off my glasses before we report in tomorrow."
Joryu snuffled into the pillow with what sounded like a laugh despite the scenario being the opposite of funny, in his opinion. Whatever, he just had to quickly clean himself up and he could sink into bed, well fucked, next to his lover. Oh, they were lovers now, what a romantic thought.
Hanawa smiled to himself as he walked, skipped, practically floated to back to the bathroom until the feel of something squishy and cold underfoot jolted him back to earth.
That damn discarded condom. On his expensive wool blend socks.
They were going shopping tomorrow, that's for sure- and Joryu was paying.