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It was a bad idea, but life was short. A dingy corner in a a club where the club goers were more preoccupied with each other then their surroundings, was privacy enough for the executive officer because Harumasa dropped to his knees, yellow eyes seeming a little to reflective in the dim light. He tugged Lighter’s belt open, his hands confidently sliding over his hips, mapping out the .muscle concealed under thick denim, skirting where his touch was most wanted.

“You good?” he asked. Lighter swallowed thickly; Harumasa’s jacket was more off than on, caught at the crook of his arm, and the shirt sliding off of his shoulder to display the collection of lover bites along the strong line of an archer’s shoulders. “If you don’t tell me I’ll have to stop,’ he said his knees spreading just so to stabilized himself , fingers curling under the waistband of his pants, chest pressed to Lighter’s thighs. “And I don’t think you want that. But you have to tell me.”

Lighter threaded his fingers into Harumasa’s hair, his fingers tightening for a moment before he drew his hand away while he thought the question over. He wasn’t particularly picky, and the Outer Ring was a place were you couldn’t exactly be shy, true privacy was a privilege so in theory the secluded, darkened corner of a club was par the course, but clubs in the city got so full. It truly was a war between not wanting others in his business, and wanting nothing more than let Harumasa do what ever pleased him.

“Don't get to carried away,” he said. “You said we'd go back to your place, and I want to hear how loud you can scream.”

Harumasa’s eyes widened slightly, but the grin he had widened more. “Oh, don’t worry your head about that. I’ll let you treat me as rough as you like in a bit, I don’t live far from here.” He slid oen hand over Lighters jeans, tugging them open, then down just enough. Breathing out slowly as Lighter pressed his hands flight into the wall behind him, his cock jerking when it was freed. “Fuck me, I need this.” Harumasa said, leaning forward and wrapping his lips around Lighter’s cock.

Life was short, and this was a bad idea. Despite the sort of assumptions city people made on his appearance, he really wasn’t inclined towards frequent casual sex. How many times did it have to happen before it stopped being casual, was the last coherent thought he had. Once Harumasa and wrapped his lips around him, any thought was replaced with wondering how the hell his tongue did that, and trying to remember that they were indeed still in public. Lighter bit down on his knuckles, thankful he hadn’t taken his gloves off or else he would have broken skin. Harumasa groaned around him, there was no way he could hear such a thing over the music, he could only feel it from how much of his cock Harumasa had swallowed with each movement of his head. One hand stuffed between his teeth to prevent any shouts, and the other tangling in Harumasa’s hair Lighter felt a wave of excitement engulf him, it was Harumasa’s ride and he was just along for the kicks.

It really didn’t take all that much for Lighter to feel the telltale tension in his lower back, but how quickly and effortlessly Harumasa has pressed his nose into the dark curls of his pubic hair did not help his endurance in the slightest. He tugged his hair gently in warning. Harumasa slowly pulled back, pausing with just the head of his cock between his lips, looking up at Lighter with the sort of dazed and relaxed expression that seemed foreign but so right for him . His eyed fluttered shut as he leaned forward again, nose pressing right back to his pubic hair, a grafted groan from Harumasa shoving Lighter into his orgasm.

Lighter muffled a shout into his hand, leaning back heavily on the all so he didn't collapse into Harumasa. His hips jerked, shoving his cock deeper some how,and the moan that rattled Lighter's to sensitive nerves told him it wasn't unappreciated. In fact, it seemed to only encourage him. Lighter tugged his hair gasping “To much” the light, the music, the presence of other people even if they were unseen. It was to much.

Harumasa pulled away, an obscene string of something, saliva or cum Lighter couldn't tell in this light between his lips and the head of Lighter’s cock.

“Fuck you came a ton,” Harumasa said, just a little breathless and dazed. He moved to tuck Lighter away with the sort of practice that really did make Lighter wonder how often he was doing this (and for who).

Lighter reached down, hauling the smallest man to his feet, satisfied at the little startled noise Harumasa made just before their lips met, Lighter pressing his thigh between Harumasa's legs. The archers body reacted instinctively, grinding his hard on against the muscled thigh, his head tilting when Lighter broke the kiss, showing off the fading love bites around his choker. “Still want to come home with me?” Harumasa said, panting between words. Lighter felt something crawl up the back of his mind, one hand cupping Harumasa's ass helping him away and turn against the thigh between his legs.

“Oh damn” he groaned, “take me home or you trying to make me make a mess of your thigh here?”

Lighter kissed him again biting his lower lip, determined to leave them kiss bruised. “Your place, now.” For a moment, Harumasa tensed, as if he were about to argue to stay , but he let Lighter ease him away, and grabbed his arm. He hauled the taller man out the back door, the night air both a shock and refreshing, street lights casting a warm glow over him. They went from bustling bars and clubs to quiet neighborhood within a few blocks, and Harumasa strolled right up to the door of a rather comfortable looking building. Lighter’s hands skimmed over his waist and hips, bending down to press open mouthed kisses to the slope of Harumasa’s exposed shoulder. Harumasa nearly dropped his keys and said “Alright, calm down there, let’s get inside first.” he managed finally to fit the key into the lock, opening the door and stepping aside to let Lighter in.

Lighter cupped Harumasa’s chin in his fingers, running his thumb over his darkening lower lip. “Any one ever told you that you bruise like a peach?” Harumasa hummed, tilted his head and parted his lips, taking a few of his fingers between them. Lighter could feel the warmth of his mouth through the leather, and how he caught the tips of the glove between his teeth, slowly starting to pull the glove from his hand. Lighter’s pulse quickened as his glove slid from his hand, Harumasa pulling it from between his teeth, tucking the glove into his waistband.

“Wouldn’t you like to know that, Lighter?” he leaned in, “Want to see what else I can do?”