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Junichiro made his way down the alleyway towards the club. He could already hear the loud bass playing from the entryway of the alley, taking another puff of his cigarette he felt the alcohol from the drinks he had earlier pumping through his system. Maybe I drunk a little too much before getting here. He stubbed the cigarette out as he got to the doors, flashing the guards his ID and paying the door fee. Tanizaki tries not to make a habit of coming to this part of town and to this club but a man has needs and living with an overprotective sister does not give a lot of opportunities for any type of release. With that in mind he headed down the stairs into the main floor of the club and beelined straight to the bar. It’s already late so he worked through the crowd of already drunk people and leaned against the bar to grab the attention of a bartender. He ordered his drink, a simple shot and a double vodka and coke to enjoy before he goes to dance. Tanizaki checks out the crowd of people while he waits for his drinks. Hmm doesn’t look too promising tonight. Tanizaki had donned a simple outfit tonight, some low rise cargos and a simple white cropped top accentuating his figure. He sighs as he turns back to grab his drinks. Taking the shot first and leaving the glass at the bar he turns thinking even if he can’t get laid tonight it’ll be fun to just dance and let off some steam. That’s when he feels a body slam into his, knocking him off balance a little and spilling his drink all down his top. He huffed, that drink was expensive.

‘Oh shit. I’m so sor- YOU’

Oh splendid, of course I would bump into a port mafia member that I just so happened to try kill here. Tanizaki just stood there, frown deepening. As he looked at the mafia member, he was wearing tight black jeans with a white tshirt and a cropped denim jacket, he did look hot. Wait what? God I must be drunk if I just thought that.

‘Uh. Look let’s not get into anything here. I’ll buy you another drink and we’ll go our separate ways’ Tachihara said nodding back towards the bar. Junichiro considered his options, and in the end he followed the mafioso to the bar. Because the drinks here are on the expensive side- no other reason. Nope.

‘Tanizaki, was it? What you drinkin?’

‘Yeah, uh, vodka coke please’ Tanizaki watched as he ordered some drinks. Looking the other man up and down, taking note of the outline of the gun so obviously tucked in the back of his jeans. He remembered how the other wielded it, stance powerful as the gun was trained right at his head. In the moment Tanizaki was more concerned about other things but now looking back the dominant aura the other displayed so well was something he shoved so desperately in the back of his mind. Tanizaki shook his head, and when he looked back up to Tachihara’s face he saw amber eyes staring into his own. All of a sudden Tachihara leaned in closer to his face, hand settling heavy on his waist. Hot breath fanned across his ear,

‘Like what you see, baby?’ Tachihara whispered. A blush spiked across the gingers face as he pushed the other out of his personal space.

‘No. Fuck off.’ He spat out.

‘Ha, okay enjoy the rest of your night hot stuff’ Tachihara winked before sauntering off towards the dance floor.

Arrogant prick. Tanizaki huffed under his breath before downing the two shots and the drink the other had left on the bar for him. A club is a big place. No way they’ll bump into each other again. So with that in mind Tanizaki ventured to the dance floor, he wouldn’t let some smug ass ruin his night. A couple songs later Junichiro found himself swaying his hips in front of some guy. This guy was taller than him and built, not usually his type but he couldn’t find it in himself to care right now. He was feeling good as the alcohol was finally working through his system. The guys hands felt sort of clammy against his skin, Tanizaki was slightly put off by this remembering how Tachihara’s hands felt so good against his waist. No, stop not happening stop thinking about him.

That’s when Tanizaki felt eyes on him. Working in an environment like the ADA really built up one’s skills to sense when they’re being watched. And right now someone was watching him. Glancing across the room his sights fell on him, of course. There was Tachihara just a few feet in front of him, looking right at him. God what’s his problem. He wouldn’t let himself be the first to look away. He lowered his gaze as he noticed the position the other man was actually in. Pretty girl in his arms, she was cute from what he could tell. Short, long red hair and a very short skirt. She rose to her toes, not even noticing Tachihara’s eyes weren’t focused on her, then they kissed. But still neither man broke eye contact. The kiss developed, he could tell even from a distance. Tachihara’s tongue pushed into her mouth and her hands rose to his hair gripping between her pretty manicured nails. Bitch. Wait. Had he just thought that god what’s wrong with him tonight. Tanizaki blinked slowly as he watched the couples lips separate, Tachihara’s lips were glistening under the dim lights of the club. Eyes still on his, until he smirked and winked at him again. Instead of music, all Tanizaki could hear was his blood pumping he wouldn’t be surprised if you told him you could see his heart beating out of his chest. The dull sensation of the hands on his own waist squeezed tighter from lack of attention. Well he would have to find someone else tonight Tanizaki thought and pushed away from the man and heading towards the smoking area. He had to walk past Tachihara to get there but he kept his eyes forward. Definitely not seeing how he leaned down to whisper something in the girls ear.

The fresh air of the smoking area helped cool the heat of the dance floor and the alcohol that had settled itself in his cheeks. He found an empty bench and sat on the table, feet resting on the seat. Bringing a cig to his lips he took a nice long inhale before letting out a sigh. Damn. He really let that idiot mafioso under his skin. That arrogant smile and cocky attitude. It’s too late to deny the thoughts now, he wishes it was him on that dance floor arms around his neck, grinding against him, kissing him for everyone to see. He felt the bench give to some weight next to him.

‘You got a light?’ Tachihara’s voice sounded from next to him.

‘Yeah, here.’ He watched the other light his cigarette and take a puff. God no one should look that hot smoking. He’s already locked the sight of his lips wrapped around the end of the cig into the dark corners of his mind labelled ‘I think I want to get railed by a mafia member’.

Tachihara exhaled another drag ‘I saw you watching me, I guess you really did like what you saw’ he smirked eyes hooded and looking right into his soul. It’s like he read Tanizaki’s mind.

‘I- you was looking at me first! And what was all that? If you knew I was looking why’d you kiss her? That’s rude you know!’ If he was a tad more sober Tanizaki would have been severely embarrassed at the bratty tone that accompanied each word. Looking down as he stubbed out the cigarette.

‘Oh ho. Someone sounds jealous. That’s cute Tanizaki’ Tachihara had the gall to laugh right at him. Okay now he felt a little embarrassed.

‘No way, someone ought to bring your ego down a little’

Tachihara chuckled once more, throwing the end of his own cig away and rooting around in his pockets before pulling out a little bag filled with some white pill type things. Once again if Tanizaki was anymore sober he would have grimaced as he remembered what type of back alley club this actually was. He watched as Tachihara silently took two pills out and returned the bag. No way should anyone look so hot as they swallow pills, he couldn’t take his eyes off the line of his Addams apple bob up and down. Tachihara leaned closer into his side silently offering the other pill to him. Tanizaki thought for a brief moment, accepting an unknown drug from a known member of the mafia would probably be a bad idea and he will probably regret it. But right now it’s definitely future Junichiro’s problem. He nodded at the man. He startled when the man stood and stepped over to stand between his legs. Breaths coming out in shallow rushes his eyes widened slightly in surprise as he watched Tachihara place the pill on his own tongue. Oh. What the hell. He frowned once more, mouth slightly agape unsure on what exactly was happening. It all clicked into place when calloused hands were placed on his cheeks. The red head tilted Tanizaki’s face up to meet his own, then he felt plump lips press against his own. Before his mind could even process what was happening a tongue was pressing against the seal of his mouth he didn’t even have to think about accepting the intrusion and the pill that came with it. Tachihara licked into his mouth for what felt like hours but in reality it was seconds, he pulled away allowing for the other to swallow what he was passed. Junichiro squirmed under the eyes of the other, almost letting out a whine. You’re in public for christs sake have some composure Tanizaki Junichiro. He thought scolding himself. Lips against his own brought him out of his mind once more. This time it was deeper more intrusive, Tanizaki reached to wrap his hands around his neck as the other man manoeuvred his own hands to cage the ginger against the bench. They felt so impossibly close to each other, tongues swiping together, Tachihara’s bold strokes felt as if he was trying devouring him. They broke apart a line of spit connecting their swelling lips. A whimper definitely escaping the confines of his throat now.

‘Don’t worry junnie. I prefer gingers’ Tachihara’s movement was sudden as he stood up fully and grabbed onto the ginger’s hand. ‘Come dance with me’

Well. You didn’t have to ask Junichiro twice. His mind still reeling from the nickname. How did he know his name? Of course Tachihara knew his name. What type of mafioso would he be if he didn’t know the names of the people employed at the opposing agency. Especially if the people who worked there were pretty little gingers with no hesitation in swinging a knife for the ones he loves. They made it back to the dance floor, it was much more crowded, people all pushed closer together. They pushed towards the middle getting into the flow of whatever shitty pop song was currently playing over the speakers. Tanizaki’s arms found their place around the man’s neck once more, this time the hands on his waist felt like they belonged there. It seemed the drug was taking course now, every sense heightened. The hands, gaze, everything. He looked into amber eyes, unable to resist the temptation of leaning up for another kiss. However, that chance was snatched from him as another body pressed against his back, hands against his ass. Tanizaki whipped his head back to give this man a piece of his mind when suddenly Tachihara was in front of him. Hand gripping the wrist of the perv, a grimace was evident on his face.

‘Hey man can’t you see he’s busy’ Tachihara said. His tone was almost calm but if you actually looked at him you could see he was seething. A mixture of the drugs and alcohol made his patience thin and he wasn’t going to take this interruption lightly. ‘Back off.’ he added, if looks could kill this man would be dead already.

‘What are you gonna do about it, tough guy?’ The man leered before switching his sights to Tanizaki, ‘why don’t you come on over here baby I’ll show you what a night with a real man is like’ when Tanizaki saw him wink with a smug smirk he could have thrown up there and then. Compared to Tachihara’s flirty expressions this guy’s was disgusting and invasive. He heard the snap, even over the repetitive bass of the music. The man’s fingers now in Tachihara’s grip were bent at an unfortunate and painful angle. Any other day, any other man, Tanizaki would have rolled his eyes and complained that he didn’t need rescuing from pervy guys and that violence wasn’t at all necessary. But something about Tachihara’s protective stance, his dominant aura made Tanizaki’s moral compass all out of whack. ‘I said. Back. The fuck. Off. Scumbag’

Instantly Tachihara turned and held onto tanizaki’s wrist, this time with a gentler and more guiding grip. Dazed and slightly confused Tanizaki simply followed along where he was being lead. He found himself guided to the back of the club and into the toilets. Luckily they were empty at the moment because he would have been deadly embarrassed by the way he was pushed into the stall at the end. Tachihara pushed his back against the wall, hands once again resting on his hips and tongue pressed against his lips asking for an invitation. Tanizaki let out a pitiful moan, the suddenness of everything making his brain all fuzzy. All he knows is he wants more of Tachihara, as much as the other would offer of himself he would take it all. Tachihara took the opportunity to slide his tongue in for a messy kiss, licking across his teeth. Tanizaki raised his hands to grip against the red strands. A harsh pull had Tachihara pulling back with a groan, nipping at the ginger’s lips. Tanizaki raised his hips as a response meeting with Tachihara’s. Feeling emboldened by the effect he was having on the mafioso, he begun to work his way down, biting at his earlobes, taking extra care to leave marks at the pulse line on his neck. Tachihara let out another groan that was music to the agency member’s ears, hand flat against the others chest, Tanizaki pushed the man to other side of the cubical pushing him to sit on the toilet seat. He reattached their lips for a chaste kiss and worked his way back to marking the skin exposed by his shirt. He settled on his knees caged between the legs of the other. Tanizaki moved so his mouth was over the forming tent in Tachihara’s jeans. Hot breath fanning over the bulge he wet his lips and leaned to kiss over the crotch, dampening the fabric. The man above him tilted his head back letting out a faint groan. He reached up to undo the zip when his hands were caught by Tachihara’s,

‘There’s something I want to do, I think you’ll like it but you can say otherwise and I’ll just fuck you right here.’ Tachihara’s words came out in a low grumble barely audible against the muffled music.

‘Oh- okay, show me what you got’ Tanizaki replied with a false bravado. His heart was pounding a hint of anxiety forming in the pit of his stomach.

This bravado was shattered when he watched as Tachihara shuffled, hands behind his back and revealing his gun. Tanizaki’s eyes crossed slightly as he glanced at the gun pointed right at the centre of his face. His mouth dropped slightly agape, chest rising as he breathes deeper. Tachihara’s eyes bore into his own, spit slick lips curling into a smirk.

‘Show me what you can do, baby’ he says lowering the gun to press the tips against Tanizaki’s bottom lip. A deep moan slipped past his lips as he felt the cold metal press against him. ‘Oh, I knew you’d like that. Come on get to it, before I get too impatient’ shoving the gun deeper into the ginger’s mouth.

Tanizaki let his tongue slide out against the bottom of the weapon ensuring to keep eye contact with Tachihara above him. He placed his hands flat against the floor, spreading his knees further apart. He abandoned lathering the gun with his tongue to seal it between his lips again and slowly take it deeper until it hit the back of his throat. He gagged slightly, the metallic tang of the object attacking his senses. Tachihara’s movement startled him, the Glock shifting deeper, as his hands moved to unbuckle his jeans and pull out his stiff length. Tanizaki whined against the cold metal, manoeuvring his head to release the item to take a breath. A trail of spit connected the tip to his lips, still not shifting his eyes he watched as the other began to stroke himself.

‘Look at you, already fucked out. Where’s that feisty little ginger from earlier gone?’ Tachihara paused as his hips bucked up into his fist. ‘Hmmm, Keep going Junnie’ Junichiro leaned forward to resume lapping at the gun once more. More enthused by the way Tachihara was looking down at him, stroking his cock and licking at his lips. Tanizaki’s eyes widened as Tachihara’s hand left his cock to grab onto his hair, plunging the glock further down his throat. He let a cross between a moan and a choke as he was essentially fucked with the weapon that brought so much fear to others when the only thing on Tanizaki’s mind was oh god oh god don’t cum don’t cum yet. He shifted his knees closer together in an attempt to lessen the pressure in his own Jeans. Tanizaki was sure a wet patch had formed on the front of the material, he was desperate now. Tears formed at his waterlines at the rough treatment of his head and throat and the pure desperation coursing through every synapse. ‘That’s it baby you love it don’t you, look so good sucking my gun like it’s dick. Who knew the agency’s precious Junichiro would be so dirty.’ Tanizaki’s eyes closed, hands reaching down to his own member at the dirty words being spoken at him. ‘Nuh uh baby I didn’t say you could do that’ the hand left his hair and the gun pulled out to rest on his bottom lip. He wined at the sudden neglect but this quickly switched to a pained gasp as a foot came into contact with his trapped cock. Tanizaki gripped onto the ankle, grinding up against the pressure. Tachihara stilled to take in the view of the seemingly innocent man beneath him. Tanizaki’s eyes were wet with unshed tears, cheeks damp with the ones that had already spilled, his hair tussled in every direction, spit falling from his lips and tongue sitting comfortably beneath the gun resting atop of it. He looked well and truly fucked, rutting up against the mafia’s shoe looking for any kind of release for the aching pressure trapped in his jeans. Tachihara fisted his cock, working it tip to base as he engraved this sight into his mind to always have. ‘Mhmm, you should see yourself junnie, so desperate. You’re close aren’t you? And I haven’t even touched you properly yet.’ He stepped a little harder down onto Tanizaki’s crotch, increasing the speed of his own hand.

‘Please’ the word came out garbled, the settled gun causing a slur in his speech, ‘please Tachihara’

‘Such a filthy slut, mhm, you should come work for the mafia with the other whores. People would pay a lot to see this sight baby’ more tears slipped out of Tanizaki’s eyes as he whined. Tachihara was one to talk really, Tanizaki took in the sight of the other. Cock in hand, tip leaking with precum and he just wanted to lean over and feel the thick length against his tongue. Taste everything the man had to offer rather than cold metal. His eyes were hazed with what could only be described as lust and power as he was looking down on him. It was so degrading. And it was just so good. Tachihara’s arm shifted and a sharp click sounded in the cubical. Despite the heavy flow of the bass leaking into the bathroom from the club, the sound of the safety being switched off was the loudest thing in Tanizaki’s ears. Tachihara couldn’t have asked for a better reaction as he watched Tanizaki fall forward, with the sluttiest moan he’d ever heard. He watched the other cum in his pants simply from hearing the safety switch. The agency member whimpered, moving his hips against the foot still firmly pressed against him, working himself through an unexpected orgasm. Before he could process the embarrassment of creaming his pants on a dirty bathroom floor, callused fingered tangled themselves in his hair driving his head back. Finally Tanizaki thought as he felt the red heads cock slip past his lips and thrust into his mouth. He moaned but all that came out was a gargled sound as Tachihara roughly fucked into his throat. It was tactless, Tanizaki attempted to wiggle his tongue to create any semblance of a decent blowjob. Tachihara was overwhelmed by the wet warmth that was Tanizaki’s mouth. It wrapped so sweetly around his cock. ‘that’s it Junnie, so good for me. Letting me use you like this. Won’t last much longer sweetie’ spit dribbled from the corners of his mouth as the he let all control be taken by the red head. Tanizaki let the hands in his hair set the pace, fast and rough. He could almost feel himself getting hard again from the way he was being used. One sharp thrust had the tip of Tachihara’s cock pressed against the back of his throat. The mafioso let out a long groan, dick throbbing as he came down the others throat. Junichiro pulled off the length, gagging on the amount of cum and saliva pooling in his mouth and down his windpipe. He was pulled up onto Tachihara’s lap and grappled into a sloppy kiss. His hands fisted into the others shirt while the other licked into a mouth. Tachihara could taste remnants of metal lingering on the ginger’s tongue but it was overpowered by the taste of his own spend that Tanizaki had yet to swallow. He moved across to the others face, scooping up the spilled cum and spit into his own mouth before spitting it back into Tanizaki’s awaiting mouth and kissing him once again. The kiss broke apart as they both begun to come down from their post orgasm high (and their actual high at this point). Tanizaki slouched against him, forehead resting against each other. Their breathing evened out eventually. Tachihara reached up to wipe away the tear tracks down Tanizaki’s cheeks.

‘So filthy, who would’ve thought huh’

‘Shut up’ a sharp response that was definitely not accompanied with a pout.

‘Wanna come back to mine?’

‘No’ tanizaki turned his head to the side, licking his lips, he faced the man once more. Eyes hooded with a rejuvenated lust ‘yes. Want you to fuck me’

A smirk graced Tachihara’s face as he caught his lips for another kiss.

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The next morning Tanizaki rushed to get dressed and rush out of the mafioso’s apartment. It hadn’t taken to long to return to his shared agency dorm. He was hoping to avoid his sister at all costs and head straight for the shower.

‘And where have you been?’ Oh shit, ‘Junichiro, what the fuck, I leave you alone for one night and you look like you’ve been bitten half to death! Did you sleep with a starving vampire or something?!’

‘Ugh Naomi, leave it please I just wanna shower and go to work’

‘Fine. But we’re talking about it later.’ Right that sounded terrible.

In the shower Tanizaki’s mind was a whirl wind of thoughts all centred around a certain redheaded mafioso. The previous night had been amazing. He was taken to new heights of pleasure and he was already addicted. His moral compass had shattered, what would people think If they found out he indulged in a night of alcohol, drugs and coming untouched with a Glock in his mouth. This is something he would never tell a soul. He’s never even gonna think about it again. If he’s lucky he’ll never even see Tachihara again. A little part of him felt kind of sad at those prospects but he’s sure he’ll get over it.

Arriving at the agency was a nightmare. He didn’t need to be a super detective to figure that one out. As soon as they walked through the doors Yosano and Dazai were on him like vultures the moment they spotted the onslaught of hickeys. Ranpo partook in the barrage from across the room. The glint in his eyes suggested he knew everything already. Lucky, before Tanizaki could get any more red in the face, Kunikinda dragged Dazai back to his desk. Having lost her playmate Yosano also retreated back to her paperwork. Kunikida also told Tanizaki to hurry to his own desk and start looking at his own work.

After a couple of hours shifting through paperwork of some cases, Fukuzawa walked in.

‘Ranpo, seeing as you’re not doing anything why don’t you go collect this file for me?’

Ranpo rolled his eyes, ‘booo sounds boring boss, surely Tanizaki should go’ he turned to him with a devious grin. What a bastard.

‘Hm. Is that necessary?’

‘Of course boss! My super deduction deems it so!’

‘Okay then. Tanizaki, head to this location and collect a file from the port mafia please.’

‘Yes boss’

By now Dazai has caught on to Ranpo’s antics and jeered at him as he left the office.

Tanizaki made his way down the busy streets of Yokohama. How lucky it must be to be any one of the people bustling around, laughing and shopping seemingly without a care in the world. How quiet their minds must be compared to his own.

Stop overthinking Tanizaki, it’s a simple file delivery it won’t be him it’s fine

But what if it is

His sore ass and irritated throat were a constant reminder of the previous night. It may have been some of the best sex of his life and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it. But it was wrong. Tachihara was the enemy, he’d threatened him, his sister and attacked the agency on numerous occasions. Good fuck or not, it was simply a one time thing and should never happen again. So why can’t he stop thinking about it? Why is he kind of hoping to see Tachihara again? Tanizaki stops in the middle of the street, crouching and running his fingers through his hair letting out a groan of frustration. He may look insane to the general public but he needs this moment to attempt to quieten the arguing thoughts running around.

Maybe I like him.

No. No way. ‘Why would I even think that?!’ He muttered, continuing his way out of the crowd and closer to the alleyway that was designated meeting spot. Tanizaki scolded himself for having any kind of thought like that towards Tachihara. I mean he hardly knows the man, right? All he knows is that Tachihara is a black lizard commander, frequents the same club as him and looks so good when his eyes glaze over with a distinct dominance when he looks down on him. He’s good at dancing, his hands felt good and almost safe. How weird is that? He’d defended Tanizaki from a persistent perv in the club and it was hot. He felt so good last night, exploring his body and exposing him to whole new levels of pleasure. Tachihara was good at his job, an exemplar mafia member, he looks out for his team. If all of this was good, then why was it so bad. Tanizaki was so confused. He decided to simply stop thinking about it. It was just his horny brain thinking not his logical one. He won’t see him again outside of a professional capacity. Out of sight out of mind.

That was until he rounded the corner into the alley.

Shit. shit

A unmistakable green jacket hung over the shoulders of an unmistakable red headed mafioso. This cannot be happening.

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The very same morning Tachihara had awoken to his front door slamming shut. His took in his surroundings, his bed covers mused and tangled around his mostly naked body. The thick smell of sex lingered in the air of the apartment, he’s gonna have to leave the window open all day to even attempt to air this out.

Sighing he stared at his ceiling, thinking aloud ‘there goes my morning cuddle’. Tachihara laughed at the thought. Usually with his one night stands he’d be thankful they left before he woke up, even better if they’d left before morning. What made this one so different. Losing himself in his thoughts he imagined how it would be waking up next to the agency member. The way the morning sun would dance around his peaceful sleeping form, highlighting the mused ginger locks. Tanizaki was cute, almost innocent but now Tachihara had seen enough to know he had a darker side. A rush of possessiveness flew through him as he hoped he was the only one who got to see that side. What a ridiculous thought. He can’t think of this. Wanting more, he’d seen what the agency is like. No matter what the members like in the bedroom they were good and pure, he’d seen how they laughed together. He wanted to know what it would be like to be the cause of that laugh on his sweet little Tanizaki. No. This must just be some sort of post nut insanity, surely he’ll get over it in the day and next time he goes out he’ll find someone else and then he’ll really be over it.

is that all my life is though, endless one night stands?

The blaring of his alarm prevented this spiral from progressing any further and he got up to start his day.

When he arrived at the Port Mafia building Chuuya had said it was a slow day, there wasn’t much for him to do other than finish up some mission reports. Knowing how antsy Tachihara gets doing reports all day, Chuuya offered to let him do a simple file delivery this afternoon. Just to break up his day. The file wasn’t of major significance, it was some profile of a gifted user who had become a person of interest to both the mafia and agency. Tachihara was even more fidgety later that morning. He was giving death stares to the microwave as it heated up his shitty breakfast. The door to the Black Lizard’s sort of break room was opened and Gin and Higuchi entered. Gin took a seat on one of the red sofas as Higuchi headed into the kitchen area to prepare some tea.

‘Ah, good morning Tachihara, would you like some tea with us?’ She asked with a smile. It unsettled him how bubbly she could be sometimes. Nonetheless he agreed. Going to sit opposite Gin with his breakfast while they waited. He felt Gin’s eyes on him, glaring at his neck and exposed collar bones. Tachihara haven’t bothered looking in the mirror this morning, just a quick shower before he rushed out. This could be bad but it also wasn’t the first time he’d come into work hungover and covered in the remnants of the night before. He’d remembered how bratty Tanizaki had gotten the night before, delivering bites and hickeys when he didn’t get what he wanted. What a brat he turned out to be.

‘Is this the file we have to give to the agency?’ Higuchi questioned, as she placed the tea down on the table.

‘Yeah’

‘Do you know who’s collecting it?’

‘Nope’ Silence followed the short conversation. It felt heavy and awkward but that was probably all in his head. He watched as Higuchi and Gin looked at each other having a seemingly telepathic conversation before the blond turned to him with a menacing grin.

‘so Tachihara… did you have, um, fun last night?’ Her question ended with a giggle and even Gin chuckled at him.

‘HAH?! What makes you ask that?! So what if I did!’ Oh god he was so bad at lying and he didn’t even need to yet.

‘Whoa okay no need to get so defensive, buddy. I’m just saying it’s been a while since you’ve come in in this state. Did your little friend get all possessive?’ Her grin widened. He was ninety percent sure she got kicks out of taking the piss out of him.

‘Do you have nothing better to do? I had a fun night sue me. I’m going now. Thanks for the tea’ he shrugged on his jacket and snatched up the file.

‘Eager to see the agency are we?’ This time it was Gin. Her sweet voice masking the teasing, and knowing, comment.

‘Fuck off.’ She wasn’t wrong but what the hell did she know, thought leaning the room.

‘What do you know, gin?’

‘Oh nothing much, I just so happened to have seen something interesting last night’ the assassin commented while finishing her tea.

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Which brings us to now. In an alleyway. As the redhead and ginger stare one an other down. The file was left on top of a skip as the two got closer to each other. Neither man broke eye contact, neither wanted to be the first to break.

‘Well well well, fancy seeing you here’

‘Just give me the file so I can leave’ Tanizaki snapped

‘Hold on there cutie, after our magical night together this is how you talk to me?’ His eyes narrowed, they now stood chest to chest.

‘Magical? You mauled me and embarrassed me I had to go to work like this!’

‘Aw poor baby,’ he chuckled, ‘it’s okay though it seems you give as much as you get.’ Tachihara swiped at the gingers fringe, tucking some behind his pierced ears, ‘no need to get so flustered, you want it again don’t you Junnie?’

Tanizaki faltered, his breathing quickened and he could already feel his resolve shattering. ‘Go fuck yourself’

Tachihara leaned forward to whisper into the ginger’s ear, ‘Oh sweet Junnie, I can think of something far more interesting I’d rather be fucking’ he added, administering a bite to the lobe.

Tanizaki had to swallow a moan but an arm snaking around his waist proved he didn’t hide it as well as he thought. The breath was ripped out of Tanizaki’s lungs as he was lifted up and pushed against the hard brick of the wall. Lips connecting in a burst of lust and passion. Tachihara’s tongue invaded the ginger’s mouth, covering every sense with his own taste. Pulling away slightly to capture Tanizaki’s tongue in sinful sucks. In response to the downright lewd moan Tanizaki had let escape, Tachihara’s grip on his thighs increased silently begging that even more bruises would be left on the porcelain skin. They pulled apart, chests heaving, eyes clouded over and a line of spit connecting their lips. Tachihara basically growls, pushing Tanizaki’s back further to the wall and bringing their bodies impossibly closer. They kissed with an intense ferocity as if attempting to devour the other. From where he was being lifted, Tanizaki could feel the half hard on the redhead was quickly developing. Using this as an opportunity Tanizaki wrapped his arms around the other’s shoulders and ground down to rut against his length. A groan slipped through both of their lips breaking the kiss once more.

‘Turn around for me’

‘Wha-‘ before Tanizaki could finish his sentence he was forcefully shoved into the wall. Whimpering as his face met the harsh brick.

Tanizaki had little time to process any pain as Tachihara ground his, now fully hard, cock against Tanizaki’s ass. Tachihara leaned forward to bite at the other’s ears, trailing down to cover last nights marks with fresh ones. All this while fumbling with Tanizaki’s belt buckle to pull his trousers down to expose his bare ass. Tachihara gripped at his cheeks spreading them to reveal his hole. ‘Look at you still loose from last night’ Tachihara snarled while pushing his own jeans down. ‘Suck’ Not like Tanizaki had any choice. The two fingers invaded his mouth as he let out an involuntary moan and begun to run his tongue along the digits. Now fully wet with spit, Tachihara’s fingers prodded at Tanizaki’s entrance. Squirming with a renewed desire Tanizaki let out a half moan half plea as the mafioso zeroed in on his prostate, ‘I got you baby’.

The ginger’s mind was a hurricane of thoughts all blurred into mush, and centred at the eye of the storm was Tachihara. Stupid Tachihara and his thick fingers and thick cock that wasn’t inside him yet. Bastard Tachihara playing him like this, after one night he’d managed to learn every pleasure point that made him squirm. ‘Please, Tachi, plea~ Ahh’ Tanizaki’s please were cut off as the blunt head of Tachihara’s cock being shoved inside. Leaving no time to adjust, Tachihara began to roughly piston in and out of the other. Hot walls squeezing so deliciously around his cock. With the vigour of a mad man he repeatedly slammed into the other, not neglecting to hit the agency member’s prostate with every slam. Tanizaki felt the jagged edges of the brick wall rub against his own member with a mix of pleasure and pain. His breaths came out as short huffs and his hands attempted to find some grip on the wall. Failing this, Tanizaki reached one arm back to find some purchase on the man behind him.

‘So good, Junnie, always, ugh, always so good for me’ Tanizaki responded with louder whines, ‘why don’t we spice this up- a slut like you can’t get off on just my cock can you?’ Tanizaki’s brain melted as he tried to process what was being said.

‘Mmhm, I’m not a slut’ as much as he tried to sound coherent the sentence came out as a broken whine.

‘Yeah? I’m not sure if I believe you, baby’ the condescending tone just added to the heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. ‘What do you say, huh, I can make this exciting’

This time Tanizaki managed to say a somewhat formed sentence, ‘I’d like to see you try, you’re all talk anyway’

Tanizaki released a confused huff as the thrusting stopped, buried to the hilt inside him. One of Tachihara’s hands fisted in the ginger strands, forcing his head backwards. The movement changed his position slightly, back arching more, pressing the cock impossibly deeper. In a swift movement the other hand brought a blade to rest against Tanizaki’s throat.

‘Is this okay?’ When had Tachihara gotten so close to him? Why did the whisper sound so sweet? Like he cared at all? In reality Tachihara was unsure if this was too far, if he was pushing for too much, but at the same time the blood supply was mostly in his downstairs brain rather than the upstairs one.

‘What are you waiting for? Fuck me then you useles-‘ Tanizaki was cut off by the sob that wormed its way up his throat as the thrusting began again much faster. He felt so full, so hot, so dirty, being taken in the public alleyway, behind the disgusting dumpster, by an enemy assassin of all people. But he couldn’t find it in himself to care, the contrast between the cold metal on his throat, the hand pulling his hair, the thick cock sliding in and out nailing his prostate with a deadly accuracy. The pleasure was overwhelming. Tears forming in his eyes. He wasn’t thinking about how loud he was being as he pleaded and begged for it, harder, faster, please Tachihara just smirked burying his face into the junction between his neck and shoulder giving bites and sucks. Each action lead to Tanizaki’s walls tightening so magnificently around his cock. Extra wetness provided by the constant stream of precum leaking from the redhead’s length, made the fucking more intense. They were both close now, any plea from Tanizaki was delivered as a garbled cry.

‘I’m gonna cum, Junnie, gonna fill you with my cum,’

‘Please, please, please’ tears of bliss spilled over his bottom lashes and Tachihara thought he’d never seen anything more beautiful.

‘You gotta be good for me first baby. I know you can be a good little slut for me. Gonna cum on my cock? With my knife against your throat?’

‘Yes, yeah. Harder, I’m gonna cum please’

‘Go on baby’ the hand left his hair but his neck stayed stretched back with the knife still making itself known. The other hand snaked its way down to stroke at Tanizaki’s neglected member. Stroking from base to top Tachihara’s deft fingers worked around the head and slit. Tanizaki released a sob as he came, painting the bricks white with his release. The sound of the knife being dropped echoed in his ears as tachihara buried himself to the hilt one last time. Tanizaki felt so impossibly full as the pulsating length released more and more cum inside of him. He felt so full and warm and wet. Tachihara spun him back round, everything felt so delayed in his fucked out brain. The searing kiss grounded him. It felt so gentle compared to the earlier events. Warm hands cupped his cheeks as the kiss deepened. They parted the kiss once their breathing had gotten back to normal. Now Tanizaki’s brain had caught up with the rest of him. What the fuck was that? It was way too much, way too intense. And the almost tender moment after? This was stupid and definitely can’t happen again. But why did everything feel so perfect with Tachihara’s body covering his own?

Tachihara’s thoughts had taken a similar turn, but he wanted to take the ginger to his apartment, draw him a bubble bath and feed him, you know soppy shit like that. He knew it wasn’t exactly right but he had seen the excessive flirting (possibly more) between his own superiors and agency members, so it’s only right he got a turn. Hell he’d seen Dazai leave Chuuya’s place on multiple occasions. So he did what any self respecting guy would do.

‘Do you want to come back to mine?’ He was smiling, and for the first time in his life it felt like he wasn’t faking it.

Without thinking Tanizaki shoved the redhead away and rushed to pull his trousers up. His knees felt weak as if he could barely stand on his own. ‘What the fuck? One round not enough for you, bastard.’

‘What? No, you never heard of aftercare before?’ Now he’s confused how this reaction was caused

‘Aftercare?! I don’t need aftercare and if I did I wouldn’t want it from you.’

‘well, excuse me for caring!’ He raised his voice now

‘Oh give me a break. You don’t care. I especially don’t care. This-‘ he gestured between them, ‘this is nothing, it meant nothing and it means nothing. So you can fuck off with your fake caring attitude I don’t need it.’

‘You call me a bastard when you’re being a real prick right now, what is wrong with you? I thought this was going somewhere, I know you felt it too. It’s not like I’d do this with anyone.’ He stressed

‘I felt nothing. I’d be quite happy to never see you again actually. So why don’t you just fuck off, find someone else for all I care!’ Inside Tanizaki was panicking, nothing he said he meant really. It’s just everything was so overwhelming he didn’t know what to do other than shove it as far away as possible. It was torture to watch the smile disappear from Tachihara’s face. The offer of being back in that apartment, surrounded by the soft blankets and the gentle aroma of sandalwood and something so quintessentially Tachihara, sounded amazing but he knew if this continued it would end terribly.

‘Fine. Be that way then, here’s your fucking file’ Tachihara slapped the file against his chest and stopped out of the alley.

Tanizaki waited until the form was fully out of sight when he fell down to the ground. He clutched at the file and felt the tears begin to fall. If that was the right thing to do then why did it feel so hard? Why did it hurt so much? Every cell in his body ached to chase after the man in the green jacket, to hold onto him and beg for forgiveness and that he didn’t mean anything he’s just scared of the overwhelming feelings. But he knows he’s ruined it now. No second chances. Once the tears died down he stood to start his walk back to the agency, when he felt a glob of cum leak into his pants. The tears started to fall once more.
This really was terrible.

On the other hand, Tachihara was pushing his way through the crowd. Lost in his train of thought. How could he think so little of me? I’m not fake and I know that it meant something. Maybe I’m imagining it stuck in my own head like a fucking idiot. How could I be so stupid. I don’t deserve someone like that anyway. with this in mind he formed a new plan. Get over it, move on.

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The rest of the week passed by in a daze for Tanizaki. The others in the office had noticed his low mood ever since he’d come back with from the drop off. I mean it was hard to hide his swollen red rimmed eyes. He’d spent the next couple of days being he distracted by the thoughts of the redhead and what it would be like to get to know him more. How funny it was to imagine them on a silly little coffee date so mundane and normal, gossiping about their coworkers antics. Tanizaki is embarrassed about how many times this week he’s been ripped out of that daydream either by Kunikida’s remarks on how he should be focusing on work. Or by the flashbacks of their argument and his own stupid comments. The guilt lined his stomach like lead, making his body heavy.

He spent the next couple of nights restless, staring at the ceiling with a mixture of anger and sadness directed mostly at himself and his reaction to the whole situation. This has always been his issue, getting too attached too fast. And it never ended well. He’d learned that the hard way and he wasn’t going to fall for it again. At the same time he felt bad for assuming Tachihara was the same, just because he was a member of the mafia didn’t make him a horrible person. The look in Tachihara’s eyes, a distinguishable frown as if he was just slapped was glued to the forefront of Tanizaki’s minds eye. But it didn’t matter now.

Come Friday night Tanizaki was sat in bed, not even tired. He questioned how despite their little time spent together he found himself missing the redhead all the time. Alas it was too late to change anything with Tachihara now anyway, he’d made sure to well and truly ruin that. With a sigh he sat up. He had to get himself out of this funk, there’s no point dwelling on the loss of what could have been. So like any rational person he was going to take a page out of Dazai’s book of coping mechanisms and drink. Drink until he forgot about red strands of hair, until he forgot the weight of the other on his tongue, until he forgot the emptiness that he left behind.

♡ ♡

Fast forward a couple hours Tanizaki found himself back where it all started. (He wasn’t gonna find a new club, this one was his favourite goddamn it). Before he left the agency dorms he had finished a bottle of sake and the remaining beers in the fridge. Tonight the air felt cold through the thin fabric of his top and a swirling feeling of dread filled his chest, but he blamed this on the speed of which he had consumed his predrinks. Once again stubbing out his cigarette as he walked down the alley towards the entrance, flashed his id and made his way towards the bar.

The high energy of the club distracted him from his inner thoughts all until he looked to his left. And there he was. I can’t fucking believe this. of course the object of his internal turmoil was stood right at the fucking bar. They had done this dance before, this club was evidently not big enough for the both of them. On closer inspection he saw that the man was not alone this time. There was a slightly shorter man next to him, basically pressed against the other. Tanizaki’s heart sank as he watched him laugh and touch Tachihara’s arm. Turns out he couldn’t do this. The final straw was seeing the other being pulled down for a kiss. fuck this . Tanizaki turned, eyes watering, storming out of the club. Frustrated he wiped at his tears as he walked back out onto the street.

‘Stupid Junichiro, why am I crying. He clearly doesn’t care and is moving on- has moved on’ he muttered to himself. ‘In fact I should be happy I was right and his Mr. Nice guy act was an act after all’ he paused to bring another cigarette to his lips. Nothing fixes the pain like a quick nicotine fix.

Before he had a chance to light it a hand reached out and grabbed his wrist. He turned ready to give this person a piece of his mind for grabbing him when the words were stuck in his throat. He snatched his hand back and let it hang by his side.

‘What the fuck do you want’ he snapped

Tachihara stood, looking off to the side then looked in his eyes, ‘I saw you. By the bar. You looked upset.’

‘Are you serious?! what’s that got to do with you’

‘I don’t like seeing you upset.’

‘Well I still don’t see what that has to do with you. You seemed pretty busy in there’ Tachihara opened his mouth to reply but Tanizaki wasn’t in the mood, he turned to leave.

‘Can you just fucking hear me out, please ’ Tachihara wasn’t going to let him go without a fight. Tanizaki sighed and turned to face him. ‘Just listen okay, I can’t stop thinking about you. That guy in there I couldn’t even kiss him properly, as soon as I saw you leave I just knew I couldn’t let you go. To be honest I didn’t want to before, I’m an idiot okay. I really like you and it hurt me to see you hurt and it really fucking hurt to know I did that. But you was a dick in that alleyway, saying it was nothing it was something to me. And I’m a stubborn bastard and I’ll be damned if you won’t let me try and -‘

Tanizaki’s raised his hand in a signal to stop Tachihara’s rambling. He sighed.

‘I’m sorry. I - I just, I’ve been burned before and with you I could feel the spiralling already. I was wrong. I missed you.’

Silence. They both just stared at each other. Until Tachihara’s cackle burst out, echoing down the street. ‘we’re fucking idiots’ he cupped Tanizaki’s face as if he was holding something precious and fragile. The kiss they shared was (for once) gentle and loving. Every built up emotion was shared. ‘Let’s do it right this time. Come home with me’ shame the beautiful romantic moment was ruined by Tachihara’s flirty smirk.

When Tanizaki giggled Tachihara only had one thought. I want to be the cause of that laugh until the end of time

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A searing sensation of lips being pressed against his own sent a tingling excitement through the entirety of Junichiro’s body. His eyes fluttered shut as the kiss developed, hands reaching to tangle in the red strands. A groan from the other handed Junichiro the opportunity to slip his tongue into the others mouth. He could taste the bitterness of the whiskey Tachihara had been sipping earlier, it encouraged him to explore more, to taste everything he had to offer. Tachihara’s hands were a warm contrast against his chilled torso as his hands slipped under Tanizaki’s off white t-shirt to find his nipples. Running his fingers across the hardening nubs, pinching them slighty, Junichiro let out a soft cry at the sensation. Tachihara broke the kiss with a small smile.

'Let's go somewhere more comfortabled, Junnie.' he whispered, administering another tug to his nipples.

'Please' Junichiro sighed, Tachihara moved his hands down to Tanizaki's hips and lifted him up.

Tanizaki released a small yelp as he wrapped his legs around the other's waist. They kissed once more as he was guided further into the apartment and to the bedroom. Tachihara uncermoniously dropped him onto the bed. Junichiro bounced softly as he lay, watching as the other kneeled above him, stong thighs caging him against the matress. Tachihara wet his lips and worked the belt through the trouser loops before throwing it behind him. He paused to take in the sight below him, it was etheral, the ginger's hair fanning out on the pillows framing his head as if it were a halo. If you asked Tachihara he would have said no angel in heaven could have compared to the to the sight beneath him and he had no doubt it would only get better. Having saved the image of the other into his brain forever, he leaned back to pull his own trousers off. Once they had been discarded onto the bedroom floor he crawled over Tanizaki to kiss him again. His tongue pressed against the seal of his lips, asking permission to be let back in, a whimper provided the opportunity for it to sweep into the other's mouth. This kiss was deeper, more passionate, it developed as the seconds pressed on. Tachihara worked his hands up Tanizaki's smooth torso, taking his time to feel everything the other had to offer. He pulled the jumper over his head finally freeing the others chest from the horrid constricting garment. Tanizaki gasped as the other's lips latched onto his pulse point, gently sucking and biting as he worked his way down to his chest. Deft fingers found their way back to his nipple, while his mouth took to attacking the other. When Tanizaki looked down he made eye contact with the mafioso just time to see his tongue swipe across the nub before taking it between his teeth. His hands shot to tangle in the other's hair as he sighed into the feeling. After a considerable amount of attention had been paid he switched to the neglected side. A swift swipe across the nipple had Tanizaki pushing his chest forward, silently begging for more. Tachihara's smug smirked returned before blowing a huff of air agaisnt the spit slicked skin.

Tanizaki increased the pressure of his girp of the others hair, 'Please, stop teasing,'

'I'm just savouring the moment'

'just-' Tanizaki interrupted himself with a moan as a harsh bite was delivered to his already sensitive buds, 'Tachihara, I need you to touch me'

'but I am touching you darling, I'm confused, is it not good enough for you?'

Breathlessly he replied, 'ugh, no, you bastard, touch me more' he meant it to sound at least audiable but the sentence came out as a muffled moan.

Finally, Tachihara released Tanizaki's nipples from the slow torture. His slightly swollen lips, begun to move even further south, stopping everyso often to deliver hickies to the unblemished skin of his stomach. Eventually stopping at the forming bulge still trapped behind Tanizaki's jeans. After a slight kiss over the harsh fabric, he let out a sigh of relief as the pressure was relieved and the restriction removed, jeans and boxers joining the clothes already scattered across the floor in one swift moment. Tachihara had taken his length all the way to the base, sucking it to full hardness. Junichiro cried at the sudden feeling, bucking his hips but the hands on his waist kept him from moving far. He worked from base to tip, ensuring to hollow out his cheeks and poke out his tongue around the base. It had been a while since Tachihara had been on the giving end of a blowjob and oh how he’d missed it. Not a lot compares to being in total control of how the other was feeling, having the choice of how much pleasure he wanted to give and when. The weight of the cock was perfect on his tongue as he sped up the sucking. He lifted his mouth off the length, taking it in a hand before spitting on the tip. Tanizaki was moaning and squirming beneath him and it was just so beautiful, knowing he was causing this made him impossibly harder. Tightening his fist for a few more strokes before stopping. Tanizaki whined as the movement came to a sudden halt. Though he had little time to complain before Tachihara licked along the vein on the underside of his cock and pressed a light kiss to the tip.

The moan that came out of Tanizaki was simply sinful, ‘Tachihara, please, more’

Tachihara formed a first around the length again stroking so painfully slow, bastard smirk returning to his face once more. ‘Hey now, at least call me my given name when I’m oh so kindly sucking you off’

Squirming, Tanizaki looked off to the side, he doesn’t think he’s ever used Tachihara’s first name before. It felt like a new level of intimacy.

Tachihara’s free hand came to grip at Junichiro’s cheeks forcing him to face him. ‘Look at me when I make you come’

The responding sound from the ginger was something that could only be described as downright whorish. His cheeks freed from the tight grip, he maintained eye contact as Tachihara took his full length between his lips once more. The pace was brutal and fast. Tanizaki hadn’t had many blowjobs in his life time but compared to this the others were meaningless memories that would never come close to the fire in his blood. Tachihara’s mouth was wet and warm forming the perfect pressure around his shaft as one hand came up to cup around his balls.

‘Mmm, mhm’ Tanizaki gulped, ability to talk seemingly snatched away from him, one particular combination of Tachihara’s tongue and hands had his hips bucking, shoving his cock further down the others throat. Heat pooling in his stomach, his orgasm fast approaching. From Tachihara’s point of view, Junichiro’s eyes had clouded over with an indescribable lust barely staying open. ‘Michizou, oh god, Muchizou, I’m gon- gonna cum, Michi- please’ the sound of Tanizaki’s pleas mixed with his own name nearly had Tachihara cumming on the spot, his own neglected cock twitching with anticipation. Tanizaki’s begging died out to an incoherent bout of moans and a final cry as he came. He hasn’t noticed his eyes closing as the intense pleasure came to its pinnacle and he was spilling into his lovers mouth. Once his eyes had reopened, after what felt like years but was actually mere moments, he saw the look on the mafioso’s face. Eyes pricked with tears from when Tanizaki’s tip had hit the back of his throat in the throws of pleasure, and oddly cheeks still puffed out- oh god he probably didn’t want me to finish in his mouth stupid Junichiro

‘Wait let me get a tissue, you can spit it out’

Tachihara used the momentum of Tanizaki’s attempt to reach for the box of tissues on the bedside table to flip him on his stomach.

‘Michizou hang on, I-‘

He had no chance to finish his sentence. The heavy hands that had been massaging at his thighs came to a stop at his ass and tugged them apart. He whimpered as his hole was exposed to the air of the room, a blush forming from his chest to cheeks. Tanizaki’s brain came to a complete halt when he heard Tachihara spit and felt the globs of come and spit land right on his hole. Two thick fingers played with the improvised lube before they pushed in. Tanizaki fell face first into the pillows moaning as the fingers begun to scissor in and out. He felt as the other pressed closer against him, chest flush against his back. He felt so close to the other, sharing each others body heat, feeling the racing heart beat against his back. Tanizaki was so lost in thought he didn’t register the hand sneaking up and around his throat, applying a light pressure. Tachihara’s head twisted to capture Tanizaki’s lips in a hot kiss, inhaling every emotion Tanizaki had to offer. He pulled away to watch as he worked another finger into him.

‘Look at how well you take my fingers Junnie, so hot’ he angled his fingers perfectly against his prostate, pressing against it with every inward thrust.

‘Michizou, want you to fuck me now, please’ he begged

‘I think I should stretch you more before you can take my cock sweet Junnie’

‘No I can take it, I can. Put it in and fuck me properly Tachihara’ Tachihara responded with a quick swat to his ass.

‘That’s not how you ask now is it?’ He snarled administering a harder smack this time

‘Please Michizou, fuck me. I want your cock, feels so good in me, stretches me so well. Please please Michi~‘

The stretch of the thick cock entering him snatched the breath right out of his throat. Meanwhile Tachihara was sighing with relief as he finally entered the other. He paused once he bottomed out so’s not to instantly cum. Savouring how it felt inside the other as he twitched around the length. Both hands now firmly gripping his hips, Tachihara pulled his hips up so he was face down ass up. Pulling nearly all the way out he fucked back into Tanizaki at a vigorous speed. Aided by the slick of a lewd mixture of spit cum and his own precum Tachihara had no problem sliding in and out of the other. Sounds of Tachihara’s grunts and the slapping of skin echoed throughout the room. A fist pulled at his hair, forcing his body to be impaled even further on the cock.

‘You sounded so good moaning my name, baby, my perfect little whore’ he growled right next to Tanizaki’s ear, ‘Feel so good stretched on my cock Junnie, hah, so tight for me’ there was only one thought running in Tachihara’s one track mind, and it was how perfect Junichiro was being for him. He wanted to be buried in him forever, stuck in the warmth of the other. Tanizaki swore he could hear barely audible groans of his name mixed with a constant mine mine mine

‘Michizou~’ Tanizaki could feel the coil in his abdomen tighten as Michizou ground into him with a deadly persistence.

‘That’s right say my name as you come for me’

‘Michizou, Michi, Michizou . Oh god I’m gonna cum~’ Tanizaki panted arching his back as he came, soiling the sheets beneath him.

Their lips met in a wet smack. too much in a haze to meet in a coordinated manner. The hardness still inside him brought Tanizaki out of his post orgasm bliss.

‘Michizou, you haven’t finished yet’ he frowned, breaking the kiss.

‘Oh’ he leaned back hand reaching to the back of his neck, ‘uh it’s okay I’ll just go to the bathroom real quick, you came twice you can rest’

‘No way’

Before Tachihara had a chance to move, he found their positions swapped. Now on his back with Tanizaki’s knees settled on the outside of his hips. Tanizaki reached down and stroked his shaft a couple times, spreading the remnants of his own cum down the length. Junichiro raised his hips and begun his decent on to the cock. The new angle made him feel so full and impossibly stretched. Once seated he shuddered out a satisfied sound.

‘Oh god Michizou, you fill me so well’ he caught the eyes of the man below him, mouth parted breaths coming out in pants, hands fisted in the sheets. He could only grunt and watch as Tanizaki started to bounce and grind down on the mafioso with a new intensity.

‘ fuck, Junnie you ride me so well. Such a good boy for me’

Junichiro’s eyes fluttered shut as he shifted his hips and felt the tip nail his prostate with every bounce.

‘Yeah, love it, mmmnn, want you to cum in me, please. Please, Michizou~ want your mark on me inside and out’ he wailed as his orgasm snuck up on him. The cock seated in him had stimulated him in ways he couldn’t imagine, his entire body slouching over the other. At the sight of Junichiro coming undone on his cock for the third time was so enticing, Tachihara couldn’t help but give in to the white hot pressure curling in his gut, rolling his hips up as he came. Tanizaki let out more soft whimpers above him as he felt the pulsating length coming deep inside him. He squeezed a little as they joined for a softer, less messy kiss this time and he lifted himself off the other to lay flat next to him. Tanizaki laughed to himself, bringing his arm to cover his eyes.

‘You okay?’

‘Yeah. Perfect actually, that was amazing’ he sighed wistfully, turning to face Tachihara. ‘I mean of course, what’s not to like. But don’t think I didn’t love the other stuff we did as much as this. The weapons collection is always welcome in the bedroom, or you know elsewhere~’ he smirked, wetting his lips.

‘You’re a freak and a whore’

‘Aw baby~ you love it. I’m all yours now. And you’re all mine.’

‘Yeah you’re right. Quick cuddle before we wash up?’ Not like he had any chance to answer before the redhead wrapped his arms around him.

‘Aww my cute cuddly mafioso’

‘Shut up’ Tachihara blushed and buried his head into the ginger’s shoulder.