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“Oh my god, Goromi-san! What happened?”
“Oh, Sasami-chan, don’t worry ‘bout us,” she waves her hand limply as Kiryu supports her down the hall. The hallway is fairly narrow and she wishes that she didn’t construct the offices to be at the very end of the hallway. But she liked her privacy, but it didn’t mean she regretted it now.
A dozen pairs of curious eyes watch them in various states of surprise. Goromi knows there’s going to be gossip. Many stop and peer from outside of the dressing rooms to see them as the pair hobble past.
When they get to the door, Kiryu instantly notices the incredibly gaudy red gem cut door knob. It takes him an impatient moment to actually grab the shiny knob well enough to twist open.
He’s surprised to see the crocodile skinned couch he settles them on. He assumes the first aid kit is in the office drawer, but before he gets up, Goromi waves him down to retrieve the items herself.
He watches her lean over the desk, her yutaka, although a bit scuffed, shapes her perfect ass just right. He snaps his face away when she finally finds what she’s looking for. Something pokes Kiryu on the couch and he turns to find Majima’s half concealed tanto; smooth, and dark enough to blend seamlessly into the fall of the sofa cushion.
Kiryu was wondering why he hadn’t seen it for some time.
“Oh, been lookin fer that!” The tanto is swiped from his hands and closely inspected by the woman. Kiryu takes a moment to appreciate her muscles, her taut form as she settles herself next to him to continue examining the weapon.
Their knees lightly knock into each other, but Kiryu doesn’t budge. His eyes trail along her long legs, taking note of the tear at the thigh slit, the firm waist of her obi, to her chest which the fabric had graciously left open, and during the scuffle had them settling past her shoulders showing her beautifully inked shoulders-
“Keep starin, and I’m gonna hafta charge ya.” Kiryu’s eyes snap to Goromi’s smiling one, and Kiryu immediately turns away in a flush.
“Sorry, that was rude of me.”
“Nah, I like it when ya look.” Goromi sheaths the tanto and sets it neatly on the floor. She slides her muscular thigh over Kiryu’s, the long pale leg dragging itself along Kiryu’s inner thigh.
“Touch the merchandise if ya’d like,” it’s said in a small giggle as she takes his hand and slips it at the opening of her yutaka. She moans high and pretty when Kiryu brushes over her nipple.
She strokes his neck, shining talons scraping lightly and keeping her eye on Kiryu’s flushed expression. There’s still some prominent bruising along his jaw. She softly touches Kiryu’s perfect jawline- fixated on the dark red blots and violet colors forming on his skin.
When she pulls away, Kiryu is also watching her, eyes dreamy like he was caught under a spell. He follows her back as he begins kissing the nape of her neck; it's salty from sweat and sweet from her giggling.
He tries to shift into a more comfortable position and when long nails scrape along his scalp-
“Ngh.” Kiryu grunts.
“Ya say something Kiryu-chan?”
“Feels good.” Kiryu says quietly as he lets out a breath.
Goromi continues to hum as she cascades her long nails up and down his scalp. Up from the top down to his neck, over and over. He shudders when her chipped nail scratches down his neck by accident- though the look on Goromi’s faux apologetic face makes the man think otherwise.
“Ouch -looks like that hurts, lemme take a look at it, hm?”
She clumsily brushes off her lap and pats her lap, beckoning the man to settle his head over her thighs.
Confused, he snaps out of his trance, and gives her a questioning look. She rolls her eye before reaching over to grab the front of his yukata, bringing him down until he gets the idea and awkwardly settles his head there.
He lays down facing out, looking at the door as Goromi slowly drags her nails up his neck to inspect the ‘wound’. He feels his cheek in between the crevice of her legs, how firm and sinew they are. They shift slightly when she pulls down the back of his blue fabric to get a better look.
She bends down to leave a lip-gloss gooey kiss right where she scratched him; he feels the blonde hair ticking his cheek as she does so. He sighs when she continues down his neck and leaves a small bite on his shoulder, right above his ink. Kiryu shivers.
At this point, the light cotton fabric is bundled at his elbows and his breathing elevated. Goromi spots the shy little peak of a dragon and smiles.
“They were right-” she smiles, “the view is breathtaking.”
Kiryu is on his side, the delicate yukata draped loosely over his hard muscular form. Naked thighs spread enough to paw at, but coy enough to still shield some of his dignity. The dark alligator sofa creaks dutifully as the younger man shifts uncomfortably.
“They...were referring to the scenery of the summer sky.” Kiryu flushes red, his head bobbing slightly on her plush thighs.
“Yeah, yeah”, The older woman caresses the meat under Kiryu’s knee. “I’m taking it all in, don’t spoil it, Kiryu-chan.”
She leans over his body to kiss along Kiryu’s abdomen- it receives a nice smear of lipstick. What a great shade. It was almost as red as Kiryu’s face.
“Not sure ya know this...” As she moves aside the light fabric to reveal the younger man’s excitable member, “But I’m the fucking best at giving blowjobs.” She smacks his lips and gives a little peck on the side of Kiryu’s cock.
The organ jumps and Goromi smiles, one of those little coy smiles where Kiryu is sure will be the end of him someday.
He can only moan quietly into Goromi’s soft cotton yutaka, forehead pressed against her chest, as she laves attention to Kiryu’s thick dick. He’s never imagined being in such an erotic pose, but Kiryu has no complaints. His knees are spread enough to give Goromi the leeway she needs to slurp Kiryu’s manhood down, using the trembling knees to anchor herself up and down the head of the shaft.
As she continues her ministrations, her yutaka begins to slip more and more open, giving Kiryu enough ample space to suck on her tit and kiss the snake coiled there. God, the shoulders and the inkwork there was even more stunning up close.
He can feel the lipstick on his dick, and how sloppy Goromi’s made it to be. He can feel fluid running down his ass; sticky along his inner thighs. She comes off with a wet pop, moaning loud as Kiryu works her cock out from her yutaka, biting her sensitive breasts over, and over; leaving little ringed marks in their wake.
“Ah, Kiryu-chan--” The whine hits a high note when Kiryu grips and thumbs right under her cock head; against the bulb of metal, just the way he knows Majima likes it. She bites her lip before continuing.
“Y-your mouth, gorgeous…” It sounds so desperate, and Kiryu immediately leans to his side and laches his lips onto her cute, leaking cock. Goromi instinctually thrusts into his mouth before pushing blonde strands of hair back and resuming to kiss and tongue Kiryu’s cock head.
Kiryu moans with Goromi in his mouth when she takes him all the way down. His dick is large, and he’s always astonished how well Majima, or, Goromi in this case, can take it without any trouble. She starts swallowing around him and he has to stop what he’s doing to watch Goromi stuff her throat with his cock.
He wasn’t particularly fond of anyone chocking on his dick, but Majima always enjoyed a little roughness when it came to sex. It was like he could never get enough. The slide of an expert tongue rubbing perfect circles on his head made Kiryu’s calves flex.
The pit of his stomach was getting hot and he knew he wasn’t going to last. His tongue feels the scrape of metal, and he immediately shudders.
“Goro…mi” Kiryu seethes through small slits of his eyes. “Wanna come…”
“Go ahead-” Goromi hums from over her shoulder.
Suddenly, “C-can I come on you?” comes out of his mouth without thinking. Maybe he shouldn’t just blurt out what was on his mind-
She whips her soft lips right off, a long string of spit and precome connecting them together, eye lit up like it was Christmas, “Thought ya’d never ask!”
Kiryu slides from resting on her lap to stand in front of her as she sits back up and enjoys the view of Kiryu’s open yataka. She grabs for the leaking member again and pumps fast. As beads of semen leak out, Goromi is quick to lick it up. She licks her lips as some of it smears over her lips, adding an odd gloss to her smeared lipstick.
All Kiryu wanted to do was make more of a mess out of it.
She takes her hands off, and leaning forward, takes Kiryu completely into her mouth- and Kiryu melts. His knees almost buckle he remembers to straighten them as she works her magic. Talons grip both thighs in front of her, as she basically rides him with her mouth.
He feels his entire body shudder and he feels it, a few more- and--
“Goromi, I’m close-!” and it’s her cue to pull off. Kiryu gently nudges her to sit fully back on the couch, grasping one of her exposed shoulder as he pumps himself to completion- he feels her heavy breath, the texture of the ink under his fingertips, quickly remembering Majima himself jerking off that one time in the backseat of a taxi and he orgasms.
It spills all over Goromi’s exposed chest, and makes small little moans as each subsequent burst is gushed hotly onto her. He settles his arm on the back of the sofa and lays his sweaty forehead on her shoulder. She coos as she combs the gel from his hair with her long nails.
“That good, huh?” She purrs as he nods dumbly. He takes a few moments to catch his breath. And finally lifts himself off from the couch to observe the damage.
Her entire yutaka is completely undone, save for only the obi keeping it together. Goromi, Majima, looks messy and wrecked spayed out like this. The messiness of blonde strands furl out onto the low set leather couch, milky semen coating and dribbling all over her breasts- the heavy ink of tattoo contrasting the delightful white on her flushed chest.
“You enjoy that as much as I did?” She laughs, soft and biting. Her manhood still stands through the gap of fabric, throbbing; the piercing a glinting pretty along leaking precome.
“I’m going to eat you out.” Kiryu immediately decides and she shudders. He settles down onto his knees in front of the couch and brings her ass toward him so he has all the space he needs to make a mess out of her. Though he wasn’t entirely confident in his oral skills, he was adept to nuances and knows he could pick those things up quickly.
“Tell me how you want to come.” He ducks behind dark silk as he begins to lick at the base of her hardening manhood, mouthing the soft skin lightly. Her balls lightly quiver with every pass Kiryu laves over- feeling her asshole puckering every time he does so. She loves it when he takes charge.
“ I wanna-” She shivers as Kiryu grabs her thighs gently, pushing them far enough for her knees to touch the back rest of the sofa. She is more flexible than she realizes. She quickly undoes her slash to allow Kiryu and herself an unobstructed view.
“-wanna be jerkin’ off while you tongue fuck me.” It was almost embarrassing to say. But the way Kiryu is looking at her, practically drooling, his tongue out with glossy eyes, she knows it doesn’t matter to him. She’s glad she decided to go commando today, the panties would’ve just taken a second too long to feel his tongue on her.
Her breath catches in her throat when he nods and moves lower to angle his jaw along her ass. He gives a few long licks from her entrance, passing her pernerium, to her balls. He sucks on them for good measure; getting them coated nice and slippery with spit.
He’s still holding her thighs up against her, spread as wide as she could physically withstand- her legs quiver when he nips and kisses around her entrance. She’s leaking like a faucet, dick bobbing hot when Kiryu makes another pass across the split of her ass.
Kiryu is relentless in his heavy arousal.
“Kiryu-” a pitched yelp when Kiryu finally pushes his tongue right where she wants it. She feels the nice, wet slickness rubbing shallowly into her slit.
“D-deeper!” She moans out loud as she desperately spreads her ass cheeks with her hands, the sight tantalizing. He takes the entirety of his tongue out and flattens it, feeling out the exact curve and shape of her. Kiryu was taking his time, enjoying the little impatient huffs and squirming of her, wanting more. Wanting him.
The delicate entrance squeezes slightly when it’s slathered wet with saliva.
“Hold.” Kiryu roughly squeezes the backs of Goromi’s knees with his hands and she is quick to replace them with hers. He uses the opportunity of his free hands to grab her ass and leave a little bite mark on her inner asscheek, between the naked skin and the beautiful ink that lay there. Goromi makes a cute little moan in anticipation.
Using his thumbs, he spreads her out, eventually dipping a thumb into the quivering hole and watches the entrance open up and swallow the digit. He mouths and kisses to loosen the entrance a bit more, the thumb gliding in all the way down to the knuckle. Goromi’s hips shake vigorously, trying to get more, feel more. He can’t see her face, but he can hear her breathy moans.
He shoves the thumb in and out, utilizing the grip he has on her ass to drag his digit out thoroughly, opening his hole for Kiryu to easily slip the tip of his tongue into.
“Finally, you fuckin’ tease!” She gasps and her thighs shudder below him, as the thumb leverages the slit open for Kiryu to easily thrust his tongue in and out without the contracting ring of muscle from getting in the way.
“Ya- ahn- love e-eatin’ my pussy, Kiryu-Chan?” The voice is high and pitched slightly reminiscent of a pink room porno. Kiryu can’t get enough of it.
“Yes, I love that it’s so sensitive…” Kiryu huffs, desperate and hot. He nuzzles against her solid thigh, mouthing the entrance with deep open mouthed kisses. He watches the hole gape slightly before pushing his tongue into her again.
“I want to be here all the time, I want to drown in it.” Kiryu sighs low and rumbly. Oh, she definitely felt that in her balls.
Then he slides his tongue all the way in- rubbing along all her walls. Her back instantly arches, and even more so when a rough hand slithers over her cock and begins pumping.
Her beautiful legs stiffen straight, her cute painted toes curling. Moans spill out of her and now it really feels like he’s in a porno. The walls aren’t thin, but he is sure everyone in the back rooms will be able to hear them. But he hopes she doesn’t stop.
She doesn’t stop calling his name- releasing one of her thighs and hooking it behind the back rest of the tacky alligator couch. The decorated taloned hand immediately sliding to her member. She flattens her palm and rubs violently the curve of her cock head as Kiryu pumps consistently. She begins rolling the metal cock ring between her fingers, chasing her high, and bucks again when the younger man pushes his tongue in her hard and all she sees is hot white clouding her vision.
“Fuck!” Hips and muscled legs string taunt and convulse violently; Kiryu stills his movements, allowing her the leisure to fully enjoy her orgasm. It coats all over Kiryu’s large hand, and with her angle, nearly bent in half, drips over her chest as well, mingling with the cooled pearlescent smears already there.
She lets out uneven shaky breaths, and chokes when Kiryu resumes his ministrations.
“K-Kiryu--chan-!” She’s overly sensitive from her orgasm, it’s almost painful. But she can already feel the burning in her belly building up. The dick is still spent and soft- but Kiryu soon rubs it back into half hardness.
“Ahn, a-again..??” Goromi says surprised, a little delirious whine from her descending high. Kiryu doesn’t answer her, his mouth still occupied, and continues to his task. Goromi thrashes her hips in a vain attempt to alleviate the intrusion, but Kiryu grips right at the dip of her hips and she can do nothing but take it.
Her head lolls back and she immediately comes again with a cute cry of Kiryu’s name.
Come gushes out fast this time and whips along her neck and even more so on her breasts.
Her hands grip the top of Kiryu’s head, pushing him away, clearing telling him to stop. He obeys her physical commands and rubs soothing circles over her thighs as she settles them back down. She can feel them getting sore tomorrow. She heaves and watches the come layered over her breasts, drip down her ribs, into the fabric of her expensive yutaka. It makes her demand Kiryu for tissues.
They are quickly retrieved and she wipes herself off but not without noticing how hard Kiryu is. She firmly plants a foot against the arch of Kiryu’s hot cock.
“Guess a good girl ought to return the favor, huh?” She says in her playful, amused tone. Like she was trying to get even with Kiryu. She chuckles in a sexy low vibrato as Majima slips out, and it goes straight to Kiryu's groin.
He wasn’t against it, but he wasn’t totally sure about it- he immediately seizes when her sunset colored toes firmly wrap around both sides of his shaft. He watches mesmerized, as she works both of her feet flush up- and down his sensitive skin.
The slimy substance coating in between her toes allows her to slide up with ease, teasing the head with the pass of her fanned toes. She watches as Kiryu grunts and sits back onto the floor, powerless against his aroused sex. She finally pushes his erection in between her pretty toes, and with the sole of her other foot, catches the leaky precome and slathers it up the painful arch of his manhood. It makes a naughty squishing sound.
She watches the skin pull back and his urethra weeping white nectar.
She watches amused, leaning back into the sofa, relaxed as she rubs Kiryu into a cute little mess on the floor. The flush on Kiryu's cheeks and his hand covering his mouth, probably to prevent his moaning from spilling out, make him look dainty. She can’t wait for the day that she can get him dressed in something just as cute and pretty as him.
She realizes Kiryu is rocking his hips, bucking slightly for more friction, his thighs spread more and more across on the floor, pretty eyelashes dewey and fluttering shut. She’ll definitely have to look into some red lace garter belts soon.
“Come on, baby.” She deftly rubs both of her feet together to squeeze the head in between the arches of her feet, cupping it and squeezing just right. Kiryu finally shudders and spills over her pale feet. He watches in awe, as if he didn’t have control of his body- like coming when she commanded it. Her feet catch most of the hot liquid, trickling between her toes, and she flexes them, watching it web and string in between her digits.
Kiryu dips down and bites her toe, tongue lapping up a nice glob of come, cleaning her up. She experimentally pushes her foot into the pad of his tongue, and Kiryu is very eager to please. She isn’t into the whole foot thing, but if it included Kiryu, she could be into anything.
How Kiryu’s tongue swirls and pushes in between her digits, her toes brushing slowly against his firm lips, teeth scraping the tips of her toes, gets her hard again. Before he can move to the other foot, Goromi pushes his shoulder with the other. Her body won’t hold if they keep fapping like teenagers.
“Okay...that’s enough.” she sighs and Kiryu, with a slight pout on his lips, gets a tissue to gather the rest of his mess along her foot and toes. After they sufficiently cleaned up, Kiryu settles on the couch next to her again.
Almost how they were initially, with the exception of being completely disheveled and sexually content. They quickly get dressed somewhat in a hurry, with the teenage anxiousness of someone walking in on them at any moment.
She takes her wig off, with all the bobby pins, and wipes her smudged lipstick off. Her voice drops to its normal baritone, and she’s Majima again. The older man finally gets the medical box out and starts addressing the wounds on the other man.
Kiryu winces when Majima dabs an alcoholic pad into his bruised jaw line- already blooming purple and outlined in yellow. And still very pretty. They sit in silence as Kiryu keeps his eyes trained on him, and the older man can’t help but look anywhere but Kiryu’s thoughtful eyes.
This thing was totally new to them. Dealing with these new feelings- he would accept everything about Majima, and Kiryu knows now that he needs to be more straightforward and reassuring.
“Nii-san…” Kiryu says slowly, making sure that’s who they were right now. Kiryu was getting better at finding those shifts, and Majima was surprised that Kiryu could go along with this at all.
It was strange as to what this kind of relationship could be defined as. It was whatever they were feeling in the moment, Majima mused to himself.
Well, Majima felt like being vulnerable now. Maybe if he looked sad enough, Kiryu would lean over and kiss him. That’s what he wanted right now.
Just before the silence could suffocate, Majima speaks. “Jus’ thought bein’ Goromi would’a been a more exciting time, ya know.”
Majima starts unfurling a sad looking bandage roll. A pang hits Kiryu because he knows it's not anyone’s fault.
"Thanks for amusin’ me, Kiryu-chan." Kiryu could hear the strain in Majima's voice as he finished wrapping a large bandage to his jaw. He leans back to peel the fake lashes off. As if he was saying all this, dismissively. To just skip over an awkward conversation, one Majima clearly didn't want to have.
Kiryu draws his eyebrows thoughtfully. “Majima-san.” The older man doesn’ look up at him, continuing the task to gingerly peel off the second lash.
“...I don’t mind if Goromii-san wants to go out on the night on the town,” Kiryu grabs Majima’s chin before he can finish peeling off the lash and looks at the older man with his shimmering ember eyes, “but I’d also like the opportunity to be with you, Majima-san.”
He carefully grabs Majima’s slender hand. “I’ve said that I’m in love with you…”
Kiryu waited a moment before continuing, gripping just a little harder, “That means this too.”
Majima can do nothing but look at Kiryu with shock. Kiryu really was full of surprises.
“Holy shit, who taught you to be so smooth?” Majima can’t help but chuckle when Kiryu pulls him into a sultry kiss. The older man melts instantly, the tension in his shoulder slowly easing off. Kiryu is even careful of the angle their lips meet in case the older man really did break his nose.
“Must be from those dirty magazines you swear I read.” Kiryu smirks. Majima is awed at his sass. It would be a lie if he said it didn’t make his ears feel hot.
But Majima quickly snaps out of it, abruptly pushing Kiryu’s face away, “Alright, alright, let me just finish patching you up.”
After that, Kiryu helps put salve on some of the bruised patches along the other man’s ribs, hands lingering a little when Majima settles his hands over his. The painted colors of Goromi’s nails remind him of the smoky sunsets of Kamurocho.
They finish bandaging themselves up, and after doing a quick shot of Yamazaki (Majima’s suggestion) they make their way out without prying eyes.
They slip out through the back entrance, the summer night air chilling their legs now.
Kiryu laughs as he tries to swat the older man away, when he attempts to tuck his bony hands into the younger man’s yutaka in an attempt to keep warm. The breeze of the summer night cools their warming hearts.