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Despite his initial reluctance to take on the job, Kiryu had truly come to enjoy his evenings at Four Shine. The girls were all lovely and unique in their own special ways, and he'd gotten well acquainted with their personalities and quirks, helping them through some tough times and some... strange times. To put it one way.
Once Majima appeared, he hadn't even been able to ruin it, which seemed to be a good indication of exactly how much Kiryu was enjoying himself. That included how the older man had been subtly dropping hints about what else he wanted from Kiryu as soon as he'd been asked to help the Tojo Clan.
And since this was Majima, the limit to his subtlety was basically screaming "let's have sex" at any opportunity.
Maybe not quite. But he had been blatant in ways without words.
Like the time at the construction site when he had "casually" leaned over a stack of pallets, causing his snakeskin jacket to slide to the middle of his waist as Kiryu walked by on his way to the Coliseum. Majima's ass would never not look good encased in tight leather pants, and the exact pattern of the irezumi beneath was quite easy for Kiryu to recall. The left cheek definitely had more flower petals...
Once he'd realized he was staring, which didn't escape Majima's notice, Kiryu's legs took much bigger strides toward his destination as his face burned in embarrassment.
Or that other time at Four Shine, waiting for the competition to start one evening. In his new position as commentator, Majima stood behind everyone else, where only Kiryu could see as he delivered a brief pep talk to the staff. Majima had taken that opportunity to make every lewd gesture he could think of, as well as inventing some new ones, which kept drawing Kiryu's gaze no matter how he tried to stop it. About the time he started pretending to lick the circle he had formed with his thumb and forefinger, it was all Kiryu could do not to march back there and throttle him in front of everyone. But Majima might have liked that, too.
It was beyond ridiculous. Kiryu was still avoiding Majima, at least when it came to the matter of their intimacy. They weren't in a relationship that he knew of, but they'd certainly had sex a handful of times the year before. Maybe Kiryu was afraid of Majima consuming too much of his time again, or maybe he was scared of his own feelings, but whatever it was, he had at least some kind of resolve not to let the other man get his way.
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Even after Four Shine won the championship, Kiryu still came to the building sometimes even if he had no intention of running the club that night. He arrived early, when none of the ladies or other staff were around, and would check over the backroom or some of the financial documents. He still liked to feel useful, even if Youda had taken over a large part of the manager's duties for now.
As he unlocked the door that morning and stepped inside, he flipped a few of the lower lights before making his way through the main room. As usual, the first sight his eyes landed on was the incredible statue of himself in the iconic Four Shine pose, gleaming a dull gold in the muted lighting. Clearly, this was the best, if only, thing Majima had ever helped him decide on. His heart swelled with a strange pride until he noticed the shadowy shape dangling from the statue's outstretched hand. His expression grew puzzled as he walked closer to see what was out of place.
Even close up, it was difficult to tell exactly what he was looking at. It wasn't an ordinary sort of shape, that much was for sure. Kiryu finally went to turn on an extra light rather than blindly reaching for the object.
It looked like a scrap of hot pink fabric. A scrap...? No. Those were panties.
Not sure what else to do, Kiryu stared even more as the wheels turned in his brain. Not only were the panties hot pink, but they were also very... sparkly. Sequins, maybe. Or glitter? Could panties be covered in glitter? It wasn't exactly Kiryu's area of expertise.
More important than that, who did this garment belong to? He ran through the list of hostesses in his mind, although he had to admit he didn't know all of them as well as the platinum ladies. And out of those...
He couldn't imagine any of them in such tacky underwear (though he did take a moment to try.) Least likely would be Koyuki, of course. Most likely could be Aika.... Would she really choose hot pink, though? Did fashion taste extend to panties? Who was to say if a woman's taste in underwear matched her taste in general clothing? Beyond that, who would think to leave such a thing so carelessly on his statue, of all places?
It was too much, and Kiryu had already pondered it for too long. He reached out to gingerly pinch at the fabric and lift it off the statue, thinking it wouldn't be a great idea to leave it there. The panties were light because they actually weren't very substantial. Kiryu thought they must not cover very much. Especially since there seemed to be open sections where he was pretty sure there shouldn't be...
Then a thought struck him.
...Youda...?
No. He didn't know the man that well, but surely...
A true mystery then, one that might never be solved. Kiryu walked to the dressing room and opened the door, intending to lay the panties on a chair to pretend they had been there all along. He froze when he realized he was not alone.
"Yo. What'cha got there, Kiryu-chan?" a smug voice intruded into the sudden silence.
He almost hid the panties behind his back, but it was too late. Kiryu lifted an eyebrow at Majima, who was lounging against one of the makeup tables as though he had been invited there.
Wait... Goromi. Why hadn't he thought of...
But Majima wasn't dressed as Goromi even remotely. The white suit he wore when commentating was impeccably meticulous; it was easy to tell he was quite used to wearing a suit. But it didn't explain anything.
"Yours, I assume," he replied stiffly, holding the panties toward the older man. "What were they doing on my statue? What are you doing here?"
Majima's eye widened in mock alarm as he reached to feel his own backside. "Oh, dear," he giggled, his voice pitched falsetto. "I tripped when I came in, must'a slipped right off and flew up there. Those panties're just as thirsty for ya as I am."
Kiryu almost folded his arms, but remembered the scrap of fabric in his hand and draped it on a chair first instead. "I don't think so, Majima-san. It's really inappropriate. What if someone else had seen them first?"
Majima pouted at him. "But it's true! And I knew ya'd be here first this mornin'. Yuki-chan gave me a key."
Frowning deeply, Kiryu shook his head. "You're still not explaining. You don't have any reason to be here, especially not in the morning. In the dressing room, too? It's not right."
"Hell, I missed ya, Kiryu-chan. Good enough reason? And I thought ya might miss me a little bit, too."
Majima sounded sincere. Kiryu averted his gaze to avoid having to think about it but ended up looking right back at the panties again. "You can't have been wearing those. Shouldn't you be... uh... Goromi-chan? That would make more sense."
He looked up in time to see Majima's awkward smirk. "Yeah. About that... I thought about it, even wanted to, but..."
It took some time before Majima seemed to figure out what to say. "See... up here..." He pointed at his head, then gestured with both hands like he was measuring a certain width. "It's not there right now."
"What...?"
Majima made the gesture again before shrugging dramatically. "It's not there. I know ya don't get it and I don't got patience for tellin' ya more right now."
Even if he didn't understand an explanation like that, Kiryu's expression softened as he noticed how flustered Majima had become. "I'll listen to you explain it any other time. It's not like I don't care or want to know, but you shouldn't be here right now, okay?"
Majima instantly bristled. "I know that! Least ya could do is welcome me, anyway! Pretty rude, Kiryu-chan, pretendin' like ya didn't miss me at all. And I'm not goin' anywhere."
Kiryu was now faced with a scowling Majima who had leaned back with his arms stubbornly folded and good eye glaring angrily. And truth be told, maybe he'd even missed the sudden temper tantrums. A little.
"Fine," he sighed. "It has been good to see you, even if sometimes it just feels like you want to annoy me. Stop doing that, by the way."
It only took the slightest encouragement and Majima beamed again. "Not gonna, but I knew it. I knew it! Of course ya missed me. But I still ain't goin' anywhere. What's the rush?"
Kiryu fought down his rising annoyance. Perseverance. "I just think it would be better if you're not here. How about we talk later?"
"Now's good, though," Majima said.
"No, it isn't. Please go, Majima-san."
"Yeah right! Don't want ya to avoid me instead. I'm stayin'."
Just how much patience did he have? "Majima-san. I'm not going to fight you. Just take these with you." He pointed at the panties in frustration.
Silent only momentarily, Majima shifted his weight with a sly smile. "If ya want me and my underwear gone so bad, sure. Put 'em on me, then I'll go."
The older man's expression lit up as though he'd just concocted the most amazing idea of his life. Kiryu groaned. "It's going to be hard to pull them up over your pants..."
"Naw. I'll take the pants off. Then ya put 'em on me and I'll go. That's the only deal I've got."
Kiryu's mind went blank for a moment as he looked from the panties back to Majima. This was probably a trap, but what else was he supposed to do? Not like he wanted to cause a scene by bodily dragging Majima out of here...
"Alright, fine. Take them off. Hurry." Part of him felt bad. Why was he trying so hard to get rid of Majima immediately? They rarely had any time alone. Did he actually want that?
There wasn't a chance to contemplate further. Kiryu's eyes were glued to Majima as he gave the younger man a completely disarming smirk. He slowly turned around, and it was obvious he was opening his suit pants. "Be rude to show ya the front, I suppose..." he drawled. Of course, after making such a huge show of it, he simply allowed the pants to fall to the floor and kicked them off. "Well?"
Kiryu tried to keep his eyes on Majima's pants but couldn't stop himself from glancing upward. It looked as though he had been telling the truth about wearing the panties; Majima was very much wearing nothing now.
He'd remembered the flower petals correctly, too.
"Ah- I'll just-" Kiryu grabbed the garment from the chair and awkwardly approached Majima as his heart began to pound. "How do I even..."
Mouth dry, he held the panties open before glancing back at the other man. "Niisan," he mumbled. "I can't just put them on you like this."
"Eh?" It was obvious that Majima was enjoying himself. He tilted his head back to reveal a lazy grin. "One leg at a time, huh?"
He lifted one foot slightly off the ground. Kiryu swallowed hard, trying to pretend Majima's tattooed ass wasn't so close to his face as he moved down to place the panties underneath. He only hoped he had the fabric rotated correctly.
"Uh... put your foot down, please. Then the other one..."
Majima was compliant, though Kiryu felt certain he could hear a faint humming. It was probably because he realized that once Kiryu actually tried to pull the panties up, as he was now, he was in for a surprise.
He held the fabric gently, yet firmly slid it upward over Majima's thighs. The pink material almost glimmered. Kiryu couldn't help but admit he was captivated. Once the panties were settled over Majima's hips, however, he found himself with almost the same view as before.
"M-Majima-san... Did I put them on wrong?"
He could still see most of the older man's backside. It was just that now it was framed in glittery pink fabric in a way that was entirely too attractive.
"Ah, Kiryu-chan," Majima giggled. "Ya got it right. They're meant to show off my best feature."
Kiryu was staring again. It was almost irresistible. He wanted to slip his hand into that fabric, cup one irezumi-covered cheek, and just squeeze.
But he couldn't.
"Better get your pants back on then, niisan," he muttered, looking away. But all of a sudden Majima had turned and was moving close to him.
"Hey, Kiryu-chan." This serious tone coming from Majima immediately brought his attention back up. "Y'know, I did come here to seduce ya, if I have to be honest. But really... is somethin' wrong? Ya act like... I dunno. Like we had nothin' back then."
He seemed almost hurt. Kiryu shook his head, raising a hand to gently touch Majima's arm despite himself. "It's not that. There's so much going on. And taking care of Haruka... I have even more responsibility than before. You understand that, right?"
Majima remained silent, the corners of his lips gently turned down as his one eye searched Kiryu's intently. "What about you?" he tried again. "You have your construction work, after all. And I asked you to help me in other ways. I don't want what we share to... to get in the way of all that."
It sounded wrong, now that he'd said it. Kiryu still didn't know how he felt about Majima, not totally, but he meant more than to be treated like this. Majima seemed to think so, too, as he immediately barged forward into Kiryu's personal space. His arms wrapped around Kiryu's waist in a hug, and the younger man almost stopped thinking.
"I know all that. I know. I ain't dumb. But look, I'm here now, and you're here, and no one else's comin' through that door anytime soon! Even if this is the only time we got. C'mon. I need ya, Kiryu-chan."
He hadn't expected the kind of emotion he was hearing in Majima's voice; there was an aching rawness there which was so hard to catch any other time. Without fighting it, Kiryu lifted his arms and returned the embrace, holding Majima closer and exhaling softly.
"I'm sorry, niisan," he murmured. "I understand. I was afraid, but I really missed you. Even if it's just this one time-"
"Good," Majima interrupted, grinding forward against Kiryu's thigh. "'Cuz I'm horny as fuck."
Kiryu took in another deep breath before releasing it in a sigh. "Majima-san, why are you like this? And I think you could have anyone you wanted."
"Ya love me like this!" Majima exclaimed, his thrusting motions yet to cease. "And why would I want anyone? Rather have you."
Kiryu pulled back and looked at him seriously, though there was real warmth visible in his gaze. He knew long ago that he would never get a handle on why Majima chose to do anything. "Alright, but I don't think we can really-"
"Yes, we can."
Suddenly Majima's whole body was pressed against Kiryu, head tilting as he sought the other man's lips and claimed them as though he'd been starving for the taste all this time. It quickly became passionate, and Kiryu's objections were forgotten as tongues pushed past lips and moans mingled in their breath.
Majima's hand drifted down to his crotch, and he eagerly stroked Kiryu until he grew harder, fingers smoothly slipping up and down the fabric covering his cock. "Need ya- need this- oh, ffuck-"
Even Kiryu was surprised at how desperate Majima seemed. He turned his head to nibble at the older man's neck, careful not to use enough pressure to leave evidence. "Majima-san..."
"Ah, c'mon. Harder. Gimme some real pretty marks. Somethin' to brag about to the boys. I'll tell 'em I had a hot chick ridin' me, they love shit like that."
Kiryu's eyebrows lifted. "Do they...?" He didn't wait for an answer, but obliged by biting down harder, instantly rewarded with even louder moans, the most obscene sort from Majima that always went straight to his cock.
Holding back was no longer a problem as Kiryu leaned in and lowered both hands to find Majima's ass. The fabric surrounding it easily slipped to the side and soon he had both hands full of soft flesh, kneading and squeezing as they continued to kiss.
"Ah- damn, Kiryu-chan. I want ya inside me. Ya really missed it, huh?"
"Maybe," Kiryu admitted with a faint smirk. Which faltered as he came to a realization. "I uh... I don't have lube. Or a condom."
Now Majima was the one to pull back. "What kind o' guy do ya take me for? 'Course I brought 'em. But, y'know... I am just about ready for ya. Foreplay is nice and all but..."
As he stepped back, Kiryu frowned. "What do you mean?"
Majima waggled his eyebrows comically as he began to turn around. Leaning slightly forward, he bent over the makeup table and spread his legs open further. "Have a look for yerself."
Still unsure what was happening, Kiryu hesitantly lowered himself enough to peer between Majima's legs. A sparkling glimpse caught his eye, and his head went empty a second time as he reached up to spread Majima open further.
"Pretty, huh? Goromi-chan likes it more'n me. But I don't got a special Goro plug good enough to wear for Kiryu-chan... so..."
Special Goro plug...? Kiryu suppressed a chuckle as he continued to admire the sight of the pink, faceted gem at the base of the plug inserted in Majima's hole. It looked large, and was practically drooling lube around the edges; Kiryu tapped it with a forefinger and was rewarded with a squeak from Majima as he rose up on his toes.
"K-Kiryu-chan... I wasn't gonna wait. Knew I needed ya in me soon as possible, not spendin' all this time stretchin' and wettin' me up. Well, you should add more, but a-anyway..."
Majima was babbling, and Kiryu hushed him by stepping close and laying firm kisses up the side of his neck. "Then I'll take it out now. Let me know if you ever get uncomfortable."
He knelt below Majima, feeling almost reverent as he gazed up and admired the view. The older man was trembling, but it was barely visible, and Kiryu calmed him again by pressing kisses to the flower petals of the irezumi on both sides of his ass and gently massaging his thighs. When Majima was calm enough, Kiryu took gentle hold of the plug and began to gradually maneuver it out.
"Ahh- fuck- Kiryu-chan," Majima panted, his grip on the edge of the table turning his knuckles paler. Kiryu didn't want to waste any time, so he stood with the plug in hand and then froze.
"Where do I-"
"Bag right next to the lube. There's a condom in it right now. Here. See? I'm not a monster or somethin'," Majima scoffed, indicating the items near him on the table. Kiryu removed the condom and placed the plug into the bag with a sigh, glad the other man did have a good sense for these sorts of things.
His hands were fumbling as he opened his trousers; it seemed he might be as eager as Majima. Pulling out his cock, he rolled on the condom to slather it with lube while the older man bounced lightly, rocking from his heels to his toes and back.
"Hurry up, Kiryu-chan, I'm so empty-"
"Be patient, niisan," Kiryu sighed, finally reaching to push Majima further over the table. Positioning himself, Kiryu slid up to penetrate his hole, slippery and loose enough that there wasn't much resistance. As he pushed his way cautiously into the tight warmth, Majima continued to complain.
"No, c'mon. Just get it in and fuck me! We ain't gonna be all tender and sweet with it this time."
"I'm making sure you're alright, Majima-san," Kiryu scolded. "Especially if you haven't done this in a while."
"Oh, I fuck myself regular while thinkin' 'bout ya," he replied, snickering. "Don't even worry."
"Majima-san-"
"Shut up! Would ya get on with it? Fuck me!"
"You're so exasperating." Fully sheathed now in Majima's heat, Kiryu pulled one hand away to slap the side of his ass before sliding his own hips back and then in.
"Ahh- That's a start, Kiryu-chan! But get meaner... c'mon... give it to me... we could get caught... better hurry up and fuck the evil trespasser, Manager-san..."
He was so loud. Kiryu let his head drop and bit the juncture between Majima's shoulder and neck; rewarded with another squeal, he began to thrust in shallow motions. "There's no need for that, I'll work my way up to it-"
"I'm sorry for being so bad, Manager-san, please punish me more-"
"Goro! Be quiet," Kiryu finally snapped. He stopped moving, pulling out enough that he could enjoy the sight of Majima's ass while his tip was still snugly inside. Frowning, he swatted down on both cheeks a few times, just a little sting, but he knew how much the older man would like it.
"Ahh- Kiryu-chan," he panted, the volume lowered significantly. "That can't be it, why don't ya-"
"Because it's not really going to deter your behavior. I know you're a masochist."
Now there was a dead silence as Majima seemed to process that information. "You. What?"
"Yuki told me. Like I couldn't have guessed already."
"She what?" Majima seethed momentarily before continuing in a mournful tone, "My secrets were safe with none o' those girls, were they..."
"Majima-san, I said it's not a secret."
"Oh, fine! Ugh... she was real mad that I called her old, huh..."
"Some other time, niisan." Kiryu's words were soft, but he firmly rocked forward again until his hips met Majima's ass. "Now I think I need you."
Majima practically melted as Kiryu began to move with purpose, thrusting up into him, deeper and faster than he had intended at first. In fact, he slumped so far over the table that Kiryu had to adjust his position and press even closer. If the table's edge digging sharply into his stomach caused any discomfort to Majima, he said nothing of it.
"Th-think about ya lots, though. I mean it." Majima groaned, his words obviously an effort but thankfully much softer now. "Want it to be like it was. We go wild, a huge fight, fists flyin' and all that. Both of us bleedin' on the concrete, probably. But then, when ya beat me, I want..."
Kiryu couldn't help it. The words boiled in his mind, and soon he was pumping his hips harder, faster, crushing Majima against the table. "What do you want, Majima-san?"
"Ahh! This... like this. Yeah. Ya beat me in the fight and then just keep goin', climb on me, fuck me into the ground- hahh!"
The table banged rhythmically against the wall, mirroring the slaps that sounded every time Kiryu thrust all the way into Majima. And from the depraved sounds he was making, Kiryu felt sure he was hitting the perfect spot inside the other man. His pace was nearing frantic, and he could hardly believe he'd gotten this hot from the situation.
Or maybe he had missed Majima much more than he knew.
"I'm about to finish, niisan," he whispered, barely audible within the sounds of their sex.
Majima had no problem hearing him. "Go on, cum in me. Kiryu-chan..."
It was all he needed.
Orgasm tore through Kiryu and he rode it out in waves, continuing to jerk in and out of Majima's tight slickness as he panted and moaned in the older man's ear. He was barely aware of Majima speaking to him throughout.
"Perfect. Yer perfect, Kiryu-chan, ya really are. Good. Ya feel so good."
When time started again, he found he was pressing Majima down almost completely with his body weight. He managed to shuffle back enough to pull out, removing the condom and quickly wiping himself before throwing the whole mess in the trash, with the mental note to empty it before he left.
Then he returned his attention to Majima, feeling a twinge of guilt. "That was incredible, Majima-san. But I should have waited to take care of you, first. Even if I don't exactly want you making a mess on the floor..."
He helped peel Majima up from the table and turned him, looking down with a start to see that the front of the panties was open, too. The older man's cock bobbed in the air, twitching nearly every time he drew a breath. "I wouldn't mind using my mouth..."
Then he realized that Majima was only staring at him, his one eye wide. "No, Kiryu-chan. I'm gonna-"
With a grunt, his hips jerked forward as he came all over the front of Kiryu's suit pants.
And the floor.
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"You're lucky I keep an extra pair here," Kiryu sighed. The floor had been cleaned, he was dressed in unstained pants now, and Majima was even fully clothed, although he looked far too smug for his own good.
"Oh, I'm lucky, alright," Majima snickered. He stretched his arms over his head then dropped them abruptly, sighing and rolling his head back and forth over his shoulders.
"But you're okay?" Kiryu asked, unable to help being concerned despite everything.
"Yeah. I'm great. Now that I've had the Dragon of Dojima back up in my guts, I'm better than ever."
Kiryu lifted an eyebrow at him. "Majima-san..."
"Haw? Anyway, thanks for the fuck." Kiryu almost reached out to stop him from leaving so abruptly; however, Majima all but fell into his arms. The other man buried his face into the side of his neck, beard scratching against skin, and Kiryu relaxed, letting his arms drift around the more slender frame. "Thanks. And I mean it."
"Thank you too, niisan." Kiryu held him tightly, not afraid to let go but enjoying a moment where he felt quiet and close to Majima. Because they always ended so soon.
"I'll just tell ya that it better not be the last time or place we do this. 'Cause if it is, I'm fuckin' hauntin' Four Shine after I kick the bucket." Majima pulled back and had a loose fistful of Kiryu's coat, apparently trying to look tough, though it was ruined by the wide, almost sappy smile on his face and look of contentment in his eye. Kiryu couldn't help but smile, too.
"It won't be the last. But, Majima-san, it's not like I'll be here forever, you know..."
"Whatever." Majima leaned in for another passionate, sloppy kiss, his tongue raking over Kiryu's upper teeth once in his ardor before he stepped back completely. Kiryu rather suspected it wasn't an accident.
"See ya soon, Kiryu-chan."
"I'm sure you will, Majima-san."
Alone again, Kiryu glanced at the makeup table with genuine guilt. How would he ever manage not to break out in a sweat when he looked at it now? Or when anyone else went near it? Not that he came in here so much...
A flash of obnoxious pink caught his eye as he went to leave the room.
No.
The panties were back on the chair. He must have been distracted while getting dressed and hadn't noticed when Majima took them off again.
Moving quickly, he grabbed the scrap of fabric and stuffed it in his pocket.
This was not happening in here a second time.