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The convenience store lights were almost blinding. Yashiki closed his eyes and furrowed his brows. His ears were still ringing from the deafening speakers used at the venue, he didn’t need any more of his senses to be assaulted. He worried he’d end up with a migraine before the night was officially over. 

He tapped Daimon on the shoulder. “Hey, I’ll be waiting outside. Take your time.” 

Daimon hummed and shuffled into the aisles, leaving Yashiki to his own devices. 

Outside of the shop, Yashiki leaned his back against the wall and took what felt like his first real, deep breath in hours. It was Daimon’s birthday. Yashiki had asked him the week before what he wanted to do to celebrate and Daimon excitedly talked up a local cafe and a live show happening in the city. Yashiki was a bit of a recluse but figured some coffee and live music couldn’t hurt. But it did. It was loud and the lights were bright and it was loud and the fans screamed along more than they sang and it was so, so, so loud. The cafe was nice. They sat and discussed work, life, hobbies: Yashiki enjoyed it. The drinks were well-made and the music they played was gentle. A stark contrast to the concert they queued for. 
Yashiki could still hear the way the crowd cheered when the group had finally come out, how the collection of people surged forward with excitement and he had quickly looked to Daimon, scared he would topple over and get crushed. But Daimon’s eyes were sparkling. He was already sweaty, his wavy hair sticking to his forehead and the sides of his glistening face. His mouth was cracked open into a bright smile and Yashiki could tell he was enjoying himself to the fullest. He was happy. And that made Yashiki happy. Even while stuck between dozens of yelling strangers. 

The doors of the convenience store beeped and slid open. Daimon shuffled over to Yashiki’s side, a small bag hanging from his arm. “How are you feeling?” He asked. “I got you some meds for your headache.” 

“How did you know I had a headache?” Yashiki stood up straight as Daimon dug around in the bag for the pills. 

“Your pained expression gave you away hours ago.” Daimon smiled. “ And I’m a doctor. I have  to know these things.” 

Yashiki smiled back. It was genuine and he hoped Daimon could tell. “Despite the pains, I had fun today. I assume you did too? You looked like you were enjoying yourself.”   

Daimon’s mouth twitched. “Does that mean you’re done for the day? You want to go home?” 

“I mean, I can still go on. Was there something else you wanted to do?” 

X X X 

Yashiki waited patiently as Daimon unlocked his front door. The drive to his home was pleasant but Daimon seemed lost in thought the entire ride. 

The door was slowly pushed open and Yashiki followed Daimon inside. “Make yourself comfortable… Did you want something to drink? Water? Tea?” 

Yashiki toed off his shoes. “Water is fine.”

“Okay.” Daimon smiled softly. “I’ll meet you in my room, it’s the last door on the left.”   

Yashiki did as he was told and entered Daimon’s room. It was clean and comfortable. It seemed to double as an office as it had a large, wooden desk by the door. It was loaded with documents, folders, and small storage cabinets. Daimon seemed the type to take his work home with him but the acoustic guitar and record collection showed he knew how to unwind as well. His room suited him, Yashiki noted. 

“Does my room pass the test?” 

Yashiki paused for a moment. “Test?” 

Daimon entered the room and handed him a glass of water. “When people invite others into their homes, they usually have a subconscious idea of what they want to see. If they spot something unsavory, the homeowner loses points of desirability. Things like dirty clothes, stains, garbage... I cleaned before I left this morning but tried to leave it as it usually looks to be completely transparent. A bit of vulnerability on my part, I will admit. So… Do I pass your test?”

Yashiki chuckled and took a sip of water. “I didn’t take you as someone who cared what other people thought about your private life.” 

“I’ve shown you many parts of my private life today. Might as well go all the way, right?” Daimon smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. 

“Well… It’s nice. Suits you.”  

“Is it to your tastes, too?” 

Yashiki was a bit confused by the question. “I mean, it’s your room…” 

Daimon stepped closer. Yashiki took a step back. 

“Are you uncomfortable?” Daimon clarified.  

“No! No, not really, I just…” Yashiki’s eyes quickly shifted to the bed. “Do you always sleep on a hospital bed? I kind of feel like I’m in a doctor’s office right now…” 

“You do?” There was an obvious heat behind his words. Was that his intention? 

Yashiki placed his glass of water on the desk. “You didn’t invite me over just to discuss interior design though, did you?” 

Daimon’s eyes seemed hazed over and there was a slight, sweaty, flush to his cheeks. 

“At the convenience store, you said you wanted to try something we haven’t done before…” Yashiki looked back at the bed, his cheeks started to burn and something throbbed deep below.  

Daimon took another step forward and Yashiki could taste the shift in the air. 

“Would you…indulge me…? Just for tonight?” 

X X X

Yashiki was laying on Daimon’s bed. Completely nude. His cock was half-hard in anticipation of whatever it was that Daimon wanted to do. Daimon had been shying away from admitting what exactly he wanted to try that night and it was starting to drive Yashiki mad. They were in Daimon’s home, in his room, away from everyone and everything else, Yashiki slowly becoming more aroused as his mind raced with ideas of what Daimon was preparing in the other room, and he still had no idea what they were going to do that night. They had been fooling around here and there for a while, mostly at Yashiki’s place, but they hadn’t done anything particularly special yet. Yashiki knew Daimon was more experienced than him in the sex department so they had been taking things rather slow. But Yashiki still had his own fantasies. Even if he would never vocalize them without a serious prompting, he had things he wanted to try one day. 

‘Maybe it’s crossdressing.’ Yashiki thought, picturing Daimon in a pair of thigh-highs. ‘Or maybe he had me take off all my clothes because he picked something out for me to wear.’ Yashiki imagined the feeling of lace panties with a matching bra. His hands subconsciously moved to his chest. Would he be able to fill it out? How would it feel on his nipples? He felt his dick twitch hungrily against his thigh. 

Suddenly, Daimon pulled back the curtain surrounding the hospital bed. He was sitting in his wheeled-chair and wearing a medical mask. His lab coat was back on as well and he had a stethoscope hanging from around his neck. “How’s everything looking?” He asked. He looked how he usually did when he was on the clock, save for a pair of black, latex gloves adorning his hands. He, as well as most doctors, usually went for the typical blue nitrile gloves at work. The latex was different. A sexy, welcomed difference, Yashiki thought. 

“Hm?” Daimon prompted again. 

Yashiki snapped his eyes from Daimon’s gloved hands to his face. “P-Pardon?” 

“I understand you’ve been having some trouble keeping an erection and ejaculating, right?” 

Yashiki felt his face redden. “W-What?!” That wasn’t true! Sure, he wasn’t as young and virile as he used to be but he wasn’t that old!

“Don’t worry, you’re in good hands.” Daimon placed his palm on Yashiki’s bare thigh, the glove gave it a cool, sterile feel. Yashiki couldn’t help but admire the way the bold colour stood out against his skin. “I can get you feeling good in no time.” Daimon smiled. “Is that okay?” 

‘Is this roleplay?’ Yashiki gulped. He wasn’t confident in his acting abilities. 

Daimon rubbed slow circles into Yashiki’s skin with his thumb. “We’ll just run a test to see where you’re at, and then I’ll administer the treatment.” He gave the flesh a firm squeeze, his eyes breaking away from Yashiki’s gaze to look at his cock. Yashiki felt his dick twitch again. He wasn’t sure about the erectile dysfunction patient role but if it meant Daimon would touch him more, he was into it. 

“...Okay. Yes. Let’s run the test.” Yashiki said. 

Daimon’s shoulders shook with excitement. His eyes felt hot on Yashiki’s naked body as he took him in in his entirety. “If you want to stop at any time, just say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ and I’ll stop.”  

“What if I want to rest a bit without stopping entirely?” 

Daimon’s face was still covered by the mask but Yashiki sensed something mischievous in the way his eyes smiled. “There will be time to rest within the test. Sit back and relax.” 

Yashiki did as he was told and tried his best to relax. He rested his hands at his sides and took a deep breath. He heard the familiar sound of Daimon opening the cap on a bottle of lube. He looked over and watched in slight awe as Daimon poured the clear liquid into his gloved hands. No matter how many times he heard it, the sound as Daimon rubbed his hands together to warm the lube always made him bashful. It spoke loudly of what was meant to come, what he was going to feel. As the lube coated the gloves, they became shinier and more inviting. They looked wetter and seemed to stick to Daimon’s large hands better, showing each bend in his fingers and each pudge of flesh in his palms. 

Daimon rolled his chair closer to the edge of the bed. He leaned forward. “It’s better if you close your eyes.” 

Yashiki closed his eyes.

Daimon didn’t hesitate at all and touched him again, pushing his fingers into his inner thigh. The lubed-up-gloves weren’t exactly cold but they didn’t feel like warm, human skin yet. It was different. A good different. A really good different. Slowly, he moved Yashiki’s legs away from each other, spreading them a comfortable distance. 
Yashiki inhaled sharply as Daimon palmed his cock. He wondered if him already being hard would ruin Daimon’s fantasy. 

“For this test,” Daimon spoke from behind his mask, playing with Yashiki’s balls. His breathing already sounded a bit laboured. “I want to see how long you can last.” He started to jerk Yashiki off in earnest. 

‘Damn… He’s enthusiastic today…’ Yashiki knew Daimon wasn’t big on foreplay but he still made an effort to get Yashiki prepped and comfortable before they did anything skin-to-skin. He appreciated it on most days but he had been sitting with his own perverted thoughts for a while now and he was growing restless and frustrated. “Like…hah… Marathon sex?”    

Daimon’s smile pushed his eyes closed. “Something like that.” He used his right hand to stroke Yashiki’s shaft and his left palm to rub small circles over the tip. 

Yashiki’s hips twitched and he bit back a moan. Daimon sped up. 

“Are you close?” He asked sweetly. “Tell me if you’re close.” 

“Ye–” Yashiki threw his head to the side, his heels digging into the foot of the bed. He imagined how his cock must look as Daimon jacked him off, the skin disappearing behind the black latex over and over, the tip of his penis dribbling and slickening the gloves even further. “Yes! Close–!” 

Daimon let go. He removed both hands and the chair creaked as he sat back. 

Yashiki let loose a deep breath, one he had been holding deep in his core. Slowly, he let his muscles relax again and his breathing steadied. 

He hissed as Daimon grabbed his sensitive, twitching cock soon after. He opened his eyes at that and gave him a confused look. 

“Ready?” Daimon asked with another smile. 

Before Yashiki could answer with more confusion, Daimon began jacking him off again, even faster than the first time. It didn’t take long for Yashiki to reach the edge again, his eyes closing on their own, his heart racing. His dick jumped and his balls ached. 

“Hah– Aah! S-Slow dowwhngh!!” Yashiki felt the muscles in his thighs spasm and he kicked a leg into the air. He bit his lip and whimpered as Daimon ignored his pleas. “Please, I…!” 

Daimon squeezed the base of Yashiki’s dick tightly. Yashiki shuddered and gasped as his orgasm was denied a second time, more forcibly than the first. 
Before he could even recollect his thoughts and calm his heart, Daimon began stroking him again, slowly and firmly, almost in a milking fashion. 

Yashiki grabbed Daimon’s wrist with a shaky hand. His chest was rising and falling rapidly. He wasn’t sure if he would last another failed orgasm with his sanity. 

“Shuuji…” Yashiki begged. “Please…” 

“You want to cum?” Daimon asked with an amused lilt in his voice. 

“Of course!” Yashiki cried. “ Christ …!” 

“I think you can last a little longer. The night is still young.” His hand continued at its set pace, stopping periodically to roll over the tip of his cock. Daimon admired how hot and heavy it was. The flush of the flesh, the shine of the precum mixed with the water-based lube. The way it jerked with every little touch from Daimon’s hands. 

“What do I have to do to convince you?” 

“...Call me Doctor.” 

Yashiki tilted his head back, eyes closed, and tried to stave off the pulling sensation in his stomach. He wanted to cum so, so, so fucking badly. He wanted Daimon to finger him open with those gloves on and fuck him until he couldn’t breathe. He wanted it all. 

“D-Doctor…” Yashiki swallowed thickly. “...Please let me cum. Give me an orgasm. Fuck me.” He whined pathetically. “Haven’t I passed your test? Can you give me your treatment now?” 

Daimon huffed. His breaths came out hot and heavy behind the mask. Sweat beaded on his forehead. Yashiki could tell he was thoroughly enjoying himself.  Daimon stood up and pulled down his pants. He was just as hard, if not harder than Yashiki despite having gone untouched the whole night. There was a very wet spot where the tip of his dick sat in his briefs. 

Daimon pulled off his soaked and sticky gloves with his teeth and discarded them across the room before pulling out a fresh pair from a box. He positioned himself on the bed, between Yashiki’s spread legs. He guided them by the knee until Yashiki’s feet were flat on the sheets. “We will begin the treatment shortly.” He poured more lubricant onto his fingers, not bothering to warm it up before bringing his hand to Yashiki’s hole. 

Yashiki moaned quietly as the slick, cool latex circled his rim. “Hurry… I’m losing my mind over here…” 

Daimon managed to push two fingers in to the knuckle, curling his fingers upwards when they couldn’t go in any further. He was thorough with his prep, not wanting to hurt Yashiki despite his sadistic streak earlier. 

“I-I’m ready, God– I’m ready, Doctor! Please!” 

Daimon peeled off his underwear but kept on the coat and the gloves. Yashiki felt something stir at the sight. 

Yashiki grabbed Daimon’s arm and pulled him closer. “... Please …” He whispered and begged. 

Daimon pushed in. He pushed and pushed and pushed until his balls were resting against Yashiki’s ass. He felt something flowing at the back of his throat and swallowed. Then he sniffled. 

Yashiki had his eyes closed again, his back arched and nails digging into Daimon’s arms encasing him. They were tangled together, thighs pressing into one another, warm, shaky limbs sliding against sweaty flesh. Daimon’s thrusts were slow and deliberate. Yashiki was a mess. 

The warmth in the pit of Yashiki’s stomach churned and sank. “Pl…ease…!” He wasn’t sure why he was so desperate to cum. Was it because he only got close to finishing earlier? Was it the gloves and the roleplay and the coat? Was he losing his mind? 

“A-hah!” Yashiki threw his head back as he felt Daimon’s slick, gloved hand grab his cock and begin rubbing it in time with his quickening thrusts. The latex was slick but Yashiki could feel the difference between a bare hand and the gloved one. It pulled in all the right places, the warmth of Daimon’s hand beneath made him feel ravenous. He wanted more, he needed less, it was too intense yet not enough. 
Yashiki opened his eyes, his vision blurry as his mind swirled with lust. 

Daimon was sweating in earnest, small grunts and whines leaving his throat with every thrust. His long hair was sticking to his forehead and jaw, contrasting his pale skin. There was a splattered red spot on Daimon’s mask, right where his nose would be. 

Yashiki’s eyes rolled back and his vision went white. 

X X X 

When Yashiki awoke, Daimon was carefully wiping him down with a warm washcloth. 

“...Did you c–” Yashiki choked on his dry throat and started to cough. 

Daimon was by his side with a fresh glass of water in an instant. He helped him sit up so he could take small sips. As Yashiki drank, Daimon played with his hair, brushing it out of his face and unsticking it from his forehead and cheeks. 

Yashiki cleared his throat. “Did you finish?” 

Daimon chuckled and pulled Yashiki’s head into a hug against his chest. He wasn’t wearing the coat anymore and had changed into a loose tank top and shorts. “Twice.” 

“Twice?!” Yashiki exclaimed. 

“Once when you came and…once when I…was edging you. In my pants, unfortunately.” Daimon blushed. 

“Edging… Was that what that was? When you wouldn’t let me cum?” Yashiki finished his water. 

Daimon took the glass and walked it over to the desk. “Yeah… How did it feel, by the way? Was it too much?” He grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from his closet and walked back over to the bed. 

Yashiki let Daimon pull the shirt over his head before pushing his arms into the sleeves himself. 

“To be honest, it kind of hurt.” 

Daimon frowned. 

“But it made me more sensitive and everything felt better in the long run. I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm that intense before.” 

Daimon beamed with joy. “I’ve always wanted to try it with you! You never hide your reactions and I just knew this wouldn’t be an exception. You did great. You exceeded my expectations.” 

Yashiki smiled shyly and scratched his chin. “T-Thank you? I guess?” 

Daimon laid back onto the bed and gently pulled Yashiki down with him. “This has been an amazing birthday. Thank you .”