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“Your complementary drink, Sir?”
Aoi only briefly looked up from his laptop, about to dismiss the flight attendant and go on with his work, but he paused when he realised this wasn't the same guy who took his order. There was something intriguing about this one, and while Aoi could easily tell he was a man, he still wore the women's uniform. Clad in a small vest that accentuated his cleavage, thigh high stockings, and a black miniskirt, if Aoi hadn't looked more closely, he wouldn't even have noticed anything odd. He carried himself with such dignity, he managed to make it seem like the most natural thing in the world, and Aoi closed his laptop and set it aside. “Thank you. What's your name?”
He gave a quiet laugh, setting the glass down on Aoi's tray, and when he leaned over, Aoi discreetly glanced at his ass. “Reita, Sir. If you have any complaints, you're free to take them up with me directly.”
“Not at all, far from it.” Aoi took a sip from his drink, letting his eyes travel down Reita's body, a little more blatant this time. Reita's easy smile stayed in place, though his brows furrowed ever so slightly, breaking his perfect facade. “Tell me, Reita, have you ever heard of the mile high club?”
Reita glanced around nervously, leaning closer and whispering so softly, Aoi barely heard him at all. “I could lose my job.”
Despite that, he was considering it, and Aoi grinned, taking another sip, though he kept his voice low out of courtesy. “Everyone is asleep, listening to music, or watching something with headphones on. The next meal isn't for another four hours, and there's enough staff that nobody will notice if you go missing for a little bit. Just blame constipation if anyone asks.”
“Calling yourself a ten second wonder, Sir?” Reita's face relaxed somewhat, and Aoi licked his lips.
“Why don't you find out?”
Reita looked around again, chewing on his lip for a moment, before nodding slowly. “Lavatory. I won't lock the door in case anyone gets suspicious, but wait a minute anyway. If someone else comes in, I'll pretend I was changing the toilet paper and get out, so if the door's locked, someone beat you to it.”
“Not your first time, I take it?”
Reita's smile momentarily changed, something mischievous glinting in his eyes, before he composed himself again, giving a short bow. “Will that be all, Sir?”
Aoi paused for a moment, eventually nodding. “Yes, thank you.” He watched Reita move to the front of the cabin, and he couldn't tell if the sway in his hips was intentional, or if it came from the high heeled pumps he wore, but he appreciated it nonetheless. As promised, Reita left the lavatory unlocked when he entered, and Aoi pretended to check something on his phone, polishing off his drink in the meantime. He gave it a few minutes, occasionally glancing up to check that the occupancy sign was green, before finally unbuckling his belt, moving up the aisle, careful not to bump into anyone.
The door slid open to reveal a frowning Reita, though Aoi didn't let that phase him, clicking the lock into place. “I was starting to think you wouldn't show.”
“Decided I'd give you some time to reconsider.” Aoi gripped Reita's waist and turned him around to face the mirror, slipping his arms around him, one hand groping his pec, the other trailing down his exposed stomach to the front of his skirt. He hummed at the bulge he felt underneath his palm, cupping it firmly, grinning at the soft gasp Reita tried to swallow. “Were you imagining all the ways I could fuck you in here?”
“Were you?” Reita's reflection was smiling at him, and Aoi realised with the position they were in, his own crotch was pressed up against his ass, his cheeks fitting snugly around the outline of his dick. Even through their clothes, Reita could probably feel him.
“I was thinking about how prettily you'll moan for me,” Aoi said, grinding his hips slowly, and Reita hummed quietly, rubbing back against him. “Better hope nobody is waiting in line, or you'll risk them hearing you.”
“Put your money where your mouth is and fuck me, or I'm reporting you.”
Despite the curt words, Aoi could hear the arousal clearly in his voice, could feel it against his palm, and he leaned in to nip at Reita's ear. “Ask me nicely.”
Reita tipped his head to the side in silent invitation, humming when Aoi took the hint and kissed his neck, arching his back and leaning over the sink. “Please fuck me, Sir.”
“Aren't you a needy little slut?” Aoi grinned against Reita's skin when his cock twitched beneath his palm, squeezing gently and pressing up against him at the same time. “I didn't exactly come prepared, you know?”
“Maybe not, but I did.” Aoi looked up at that, raising an eyebrow at him, and Reita grinned. “Go on, see for yourself.”
Intrigued, Aoi pulled back, bunching Reita's tight skirt up at his waist and pulling down the lace panties he was wearing. The base of what Aoi figured must be an anal plug showed between his cheeks, a blue jewel set in stainless steel, and he reached down to tug on it. “Naughty boy. You wear this at work?”
“Why not? Nobody's ever noticed, or if they have, they've been too flustered to say anything. Besides, it makes encounters like these a lot easier.”
Aoi stifled his laughter, shaking his head and nibbling on Reita's neck with his teeth, moving the plug inside him. “How often do you get fucked in this lavatory?”
Reita turned his head, reaching back to grip Aoi's hair and pull him in until their lips nearly touched. “More often than you think.”
In the faint light of the lavatory, Reita looked absolutely irresistible with his eyes half closed and lips parted invitingly. He would have been a fool not to kiss him, so he closed the distance between them and muffled his soft moan against Reita's lips, who had reached behind himself to pull down Aoi's zipper. Reita had his cock out and was stroking it in seconds, even though their lips didn't part for longer than it took them to draw their breath and his left hand remained buried in Aoi's hair, clinging to him like he was worried he might leave.
As soon as Aoi was hard enough, Reita let go of him and reached between his cheeks, pulling the plug out and setting it carefully on a shelf. “I'll clean up later, don't worry.”
“Wasn't worried for a second.” He gripped his dick and held it against Reita's entrance, surprised to feel him sinking back on it when he breached the rim, taking him to the hilt with a strained gasp. “What an impatient slut you are, Reita.”
“What, did you want to small talk? Get to know each other first?” Reita's breathy chuckle made Aoi smile.
“I take it you don't want me to go slow, then?” He gripped Reita's hips and spread his legs as much as he could in the cramped space.
Reita leaned forward even more, one hand gripping the edge of the sink, the other pressed against the mirror, making Aoi sink deeper inside his ass. “Fuck me hard.” His hushed tone had to be just as much for Aoi's benefit as for practical reasons, because the mere sound of his voice, let alone the vulgarity of his words, sent a shudder of desire through him. Aoi obliged without further ado, thrusting his hips and rocking Reita's body back and forth before he managed to stabilise himself.
He wasn't moaning, per se, but his mouth was open and heavy breaths were pouring out, fogging up the mirror in front of him. Aoi took it upon himself to prevent a publicity scandal, clamping his hand over Reita's mouth and clenching his own teeth tightly shut, but there was nothing he could do to silence the sounds of fucking. Hopefully everyone was so busy with their own in-flight entertainment that they didn't hear Aoi's.
At least Reita appeared to enjoy the rough pace, because Aoi didn't know if he could have slowed down once he got a rhythm going. Reita just felt so good around his cock, clenching and bucking his hips like a pornstar, and Aoi wondered briefly if it was all to make their encounter as swift as possible, or if he really were enjoying himself as much as it seemed. Either way, he wasn't complaining.
Someone coughed just outside the door, but when Aoi turned his head to listen for more sounds, a hand gripped his head and moved it forward instead. Their eyes met in the mirror, Reita's full of lust, need, begging him not to stop with his gaze alone, and Aoi decided if anyone was waiting in line, they'd just have to find a different lavatory. He dug his fingers into Reita's hip, holding him in place and pounding into him without a care for how loud they were, and the response he got was delicious.
Reita all but collapsed against the sink, holding himself up with one hand and reaching down with the other, and judging by the motions of his arm, he was stroking his dick to the rhythm of Aoi's thrusts. Aoi made a split-second decision to muffle his moan against Reita's skin, burying his face in the crook of his neck just in time before he came so hard he almost lost his footing. He wasn't sure if they hit a bout of turbulence or if the orgasm just made his knees buckle, but he clung so tightly to Reita while he spilled his cum into him, he almost felt bad.
Reita seemed fine, and just moments after Aoi filled him up, he groaned against his hand, trembling in his hold and no doubt spattering the sink, if the folds of his skirt didn't catch the mess. Aoi removed his hand hesitantly, wanting to let Reita catch his breath, but wary of the possibility of being caught. Surprisingly, Reita was coherent enough to keep his panting as quiet as he could, even though Aoi could tell from the way his chest was moving that he was taking in air deep.
He regained his balance soon after, reaching over to grab the plug Reita had set aside earlier before he straightened up. He pulled out carefully, admiring the sight of Reita's hole when he pushed the plug back inside him, loving how easily it slipped into place almost as much as the knowledge that Reita would be walking around for the rest of the flight with an ass full of Aoi's cum. “That was nice, thank you.”
Reita hummed in agreement, taking a couple of tissues and turning around, cleaning Aoi's dick with a smile. “Hope you'll leave a positive review with the airline.”
“With this kind of service?” Aoi raised an eyebrow, looking down at Reita's hand tucking him gently back into his pants before meeting his gaze again. “I'd rather get your number so I can give you my thoughts directly.”
Reita's grin widened, and he gestured to the door. “Why don't you return to your seat while I tidy up in here, maybe if you're good, I'll deliver your meal with an extra tissue later, alright?”
Aoi bit his lip, looking Reita over one more time before reaching for the door handle. “I've never been so excited for plane food in my life.”