Perfect timing, perfect body 1 of 2
Title: give me more your love (just for me)
Pairing: Sakurai Sho/Ninomiya Kazunari
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 13,716
Warnings: spanking and mild breathplay
Summary: Sho mistakenly assumes Nino is his licensed sex companion for the night and Nino doesn’t correct him.
Notes: Written for je-united. Many thanks to M for the read over and K for the awesome notes <3! This is basically a Sakumiya fic set in Pretty Woman AU with some twists and sex scenes. I haven't written Sakumiya for ages, what, this is actually my first fullblown Sakumiya fic, ohh. Took six different drafts and eye-rolling exploration to get to this point, no regrets whatsoever. Title and the quotes are from Arashi’s more and more.
Faint classical music flows around the warm air of the hotel lobby restaurant. At this time of day, only few couples are sitting on the far secluded tables. Nino turns his attention to Ohno who’s currently staring at the spread document on the table.
“Come on, Oh-chan. I don’t have all night here.”
The thought of going back home and getting out of this company suit, as much as Matsujun praised him for looking swell and good in it, is insistent in the back of his mind. Nino sighs again and Ohno finally notices his impatience.
“I thought I’m supposed to read this first,” he says, looking up to meet Nino’s reproachful gaze.
“You’ve had three weeks already,” Nino reminds him. “I need to file this by Monday and get done with the company tax report. So, if you please.”
Ohno looks down to give the document a last long, hard look before raising his head to meet Nino’s eyes with a searching look. “I can trust you on this, right?”
Nino can’t help but smile a bit. Ohno doesn’t have anything to worry about, since Nino himself drafted and reviewed the documents a few times before Matsujun approved the final version and Nino gave it another read. “Right.”
Ohno doesn’t say anything else, reaching for the pen Nino has readied in front of him.
“I made marks where you need to sign your initials,“ Nino reminds him as Ohno begins to flip the pages. “And don’t miss the second one before the last page, will you.”
Afterward, Nino has only to check the pages thoroughly to make sure that Ohno finished signing the document. “Everything is in order. Nice,” he says, setting the document in his briefcase and leaning against his seat. “I’m so hungry, by the way.”
Ohno smiles. “You came here all the way straight from the office?”
“Yeah. Thanks to you, I missed Aiba-chan’s invitation for dinner,” Nino says, adjusting his glasses and glancing to the clock on the far side. “Or maybe I can still make it if I get going now.”
“Why don’t you stay a while,” Ohno says, his fingers twiddling with his vest buttons. “My appointment won’t be here for another fifteen minutes.”
“Are you going to buy me dinner?”
“You know I can’t do that. I have an appointment coming.” Ohno stares at him with a pout. “But maybe another cup of coffee?”
“No thanks. I’ve had enough coffee for today,” Nino says. “And why are you early anyway? You guys usually keep a strict timetable.”
“He requested the hour and also told me to be here early,” Ohno says with a shrug. “He wanted us to have dinner first before going up to the room. Well, he pretty much is arranging everything and all I have to do is look pretty and take it up the ass all night.”
Nino laughs. “You are so crude sometimes.”
Ohno’s face blooms into a professional smile, the same smile that secured his top position in the company as a high class licensed sex companion, all lazy, alluring, and blatantly oozing sensuality.
Nino rolls his eyes; he accepted long ago that the smile is a killer indeed, “Oh, please. Save it for your appointment, Oh-chan.”
When he chuckles, Ohno’s smile turns into a boyish grin. “I suppose I will. It’s going to be a long night.”
“I should be on my way soon.” Nino reaches for his briefcase. “I’ll leave you to it.”
“Ah,” Ohno says. “Would you mind staying for a little while? I need to go to the bathroom. Just so I don’t loose the table.”
“Who do you think I am? Your fricking secretary?”
“Just a few minutes. I’ll be right back.” Ohno already rises from his seat. “And could ask the waiter to clear our cups, and order me a fresh cup? It’s part of the appointment after all.” Then he walks away from the table, leaving Nino blinking his annoyance and cursing lightly.
Yet, Nino makes a gesture, calling a waiter nearby, asking him to clear the used cups, and ordering a fresh pot of coffee. When the order arrives, Ohno is still not back from the toilet. Nino pours himself half a cup, adds three cubes of sugar, and pours cream into the cup until it is full.
He glances at the entrance to and sees a man in his nice suit-confident in a pair of such tight pants. He pays no further attention and continues to slowly stir the coffee with a wicked smile. He knows that Ohno takes his black and this is literally sweet revenge.
From his left, a shadow suddenly falls upon him, blocking the dim light of the room. Nino looks up to find a man, namely the man in the nice suit and tight pants standing just by his table. “Mind if I join you?” he asks with his deep voice-Nino has to say-his deep sexy voice.
Nino frowns as he stares at the man’s face. Having known the company guidelines from cover to cover for years, Nino has never thought about the opening greeting until now. It is such a normal phrase to be a password but it’s normalcy that is critical during the introduction, especially in this business. He is also aware of-now all the guideline details come rushing into his mind-the answer a companion should have given. He knows how to handle this first meeting, and he really should decide. Fast. What should he do now? Should he swiftly reject the man by not paying attention to the greeting password and let the man wait for Ohno? Or could he get-Ohno did say that the man has arranged it-dinner, a free dinner?
Another thought he has is that Matsujun will be furious with this stunt-if Nino does it, which he isn’t entirely sure of yet-but he can also blame Ohno for being reckless, leaving his post while he should have been waiting for his appointment. This would make his revenge even sweeter. The man smells expensive and there’s something in his eyes that allures Nino to answer with the company line. He finds himself taking the leap and says, “Sure, if you’re feeling like it.”
It is as true to the instructional notes as possible, even with an additional point for casual shrug. By then Nino has just realized that he’s been holding his breath, excitement running through his body. He tries to add, sweetly, pointing at the empty chair in front of him: “Why don’t you have a seat?”
*
So, tonight he will get a free dinner, with gorgeous company. Tonight will be one night of casual sex, with gorgeous company, Nino reminds himself as he tries to control his breathing.
The man has gracefully taken a seat in front of him, smiling politely at him and taking out his phone.
Nino returns to his thoughts while at the same time anticipating what the man in front of him will be doing next. When the man seems occupied with his phone for a while, he adds more consideration to his choice.
It will be a hell lot of trouble to wave Ohno off and convince him to let this one slide. It will be an ultimate hell to explain this to Matsujun. This will be the end of him in Matsujun’s fancy office. Yet, this will be worth it, worth every single penalty-Nino finishes his first phase of justification-this man is gorgeous and one night is all that he wants.
Nino’s mind spins again-for once he’s extremely grateful for his excellent memory-trying to recall the information from the multiple forms the man had filled in for his sex companion request. This is definitely the last phase of justification, but it doesn’t mean that it’s the least important. Nino doesn’t remember the man’s name-sometimes clients are reluctant to put their real names anyway. It always focuses on the kinks and requests anyway. Ohno’s appointment asked for almost nothing except a small man who can take it up the ass all night -Ohno is perfect for the request; nothing is better than the best after all-and enjoys several kinks. Imagining being told to just take it up the ass all night sends a warm buzzy tingling up his veins. And, oh yes, the requested kinks, if his memory serves him right, are just perfect.
Ohno appears in his field of vision and stops in his tracks back to their table with his gaping mouth hanging open and and his eyes big and full of shock makes Nino grinning. Here’s another thing to do before anything else: dealing with Ohno.
Nino! What the hell do you think you’re doing? Ohno’s eyes bulge, cutely, as he mouths the words helplessly. Is that- Is that my appointment sitting in front of you?
Nino shuts his eyes and nods, trying to contain his laughter. What’s the plan now? He at first thought that he could play around with Ohno by having a free dinner here with the man, and Ohno could deal with the sex service later. But now that he has seen the gorgeous man in front of him, his hair falling slightly over his forehead, staring at his phone and tapping something with an air of seriousness, something sparks in him. Everything else, the complicated nature of the situation or whatever he needs to do later to pay for his action, seems far and insignificant.
He wants the man in front of him, client or not, and somehow it is a good enough reason for now.
First, he needs to deal with Ohno who has taken a seat at the table just in his field of vision, waving his phone at Nino with squinted eyes. But the man in front of him is finally done with his phone and looks up to meet Nino’s eyes with a small smile.
“I’m very sorry for the distraction,” the man says, putting his phone down on the table. “I just need to deal with few things before the evening.”
Nino nods shyly before lowering his gaze to his lap. The man’s voice is really doing it for him and that right there seals the plan for the night. Even if he’s going to face Matsujun’s wrath on Monday, even if he needs to deal with Ohno who’s still watching intently, Nino makes his decision.
He shakes his head quietly and says, “It’s completely okay.”
“Aren’t you going to finish that coffee?”
“I actually had enough coffee today,” Nino says, looking up and finding the man staring at him. “I was just fiddling with it.”
“So, I had dinner already but I want to watch you have yours. If that’s okay with you.”
It is starting and Nino cannot think of any other response other than, “I- Okay.”
“What should I order for you then? What do you like?”
The question is asked softly, with bright, sparkling eyes, his body leaning forward just a little bit to close the distance between them, and Nino’s body shivers pleasantly. Already? They haven’t even introduced themselves to each other and Nino’s already excited.
“Anything is fine. I don’t eat much usually though. Perhaps hamburger,” Nino says. “Oh, by the way, what should I call you?”
“Hamburger it is then,” the man says with a chuckle. “And my name is Sho. You can call me just that.”
“Oh.” Nino blushes. He thought that they were going to do something that involves ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’ in one way or the other. “Okay. Thank you, Sho-san.”
Sho is grinning now as if he knew what Nino is thinking. “And you?”
“I’m-“ He quickly brings a smile to his face-for he already decided in the beginning how he would answer this very question. “Kazu.”
“Kazu,” Sho says, voicing the name and feeling it roll off his tongue. “Here’s to a good night then, Kazu.”
Nino nods again with a pleasant flush warming his cheeks. This is heading into something good but-he takes a slight glance to the far table-he needs to deal with Ohno first and send him away. “Ah. It’s just- I need to go to the bathroom if that’s fine with you?”
Sho tilts his head a little, giving Nino a mild questioning look, before smiling. “Sure. I’ll order your hamburger.”
“Thank you,” Nino says. There’s something in Sho’s eyes that tells him to say it out loud and he goes with his instinct. When Sho’s smile widens, Nino smiles back before rising from his seat. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
*
Ohno closes and locks the bathroom door behind them before leaning against the door and sighing heavily. “Just what have you done now, Nino?”
“Look, I’m sorry that it got like this. I was just planning for a small revenge because you had me guarding your post when I shouldn’t have to. But, have you seen the man?”
“Of course, I have. I studied his file and request. Just because you were there with a cup of coffee, and he assumed that you are his companion, doesn’t mean that you can do this. Nino, this is-“
“You can go home, Oh-chan. I’ll take this one.”
“What do you mean, you’ll take this one?” Ohno lets out a painful choke in surprise. “Nino, have you realized what you’ve done? What you’re about to do?”
“I think I have. I am.” Nino sighs, knowing that if he doesn’t play this right, Ohno will never give up. Sure there’s office rules to follow. Sure there’s Matsujun’s wrath. But there’s also the promise of a night with no strings attached. There’s something he wants and for once Nino just wants to take it.
“I can go to your table and explain that there was a misunderstanding,” Ohno tries again, with a more serious tone. “The man will be confused or maybe furious, but it can’t be helped. We need to settle this.”
“Oh-chan.”
“Nino.”
Putting his hands together in front of him, Nino bows slightly forward. “Oh-chan. Please.”
This time Ohno rolls his eyes to the ceiling, already regretting his decision yet yielding all the same. “Fine. But I’m still calling Matsujun. He needs to know, and I can’t guarantee that he will, unlike me, let this go easily.”
“Fair enough.”
“And if we both are fired, you have the obligation to find me new clients,” Ohno adds.
Nino somehow feels that this promise is going to trouble him later, but he finds himself not caring much at this point. “Fine.”
“He likes it loud. That means you.” Ohno holds Nino’s gaze one last time for the night and turns to get to the door. “I hope he’s worth all the trouble.”
Alone in the bathroom, Nino lets out a heavy sigh of relief. Things are going to get real tonight, and now that he has Ohno out of his way, it is time to get into some last minute planning for his service. He takes another minute to access his work folder and skims Sho’s request file quickly. Satisfied with the info, and his accurate memory, Nino leaves the bathroom to get back to the restaurant.
Back at the table, a waiter has just finished arranging a plate with a hamburger and two tall glasses of cold beer on their table. Sho looks up and brightens considerably, the frown slowly disappearing from his face. “Just in time. Your food is here.”
The waiter leaves them and when Nino sits down, he realizes that everything is on his side of the table. “Thank you. But, don’t you order anything for yourself?”
Sho raises his beer glass to a salute. “I have this. Go on, don’t mind me.”
It does feel strange at first, having Sho in front of him, who sips his beer and waits. But Nino is hungry and the meat looks fantastic. So what if the client wants to watch him eat his dinner, wouldn’t it be part of his service to do so?
The first bite of meat is heavenly, tender and juicy. Nino has forgotten how hungry he was until he tries the meat and lets out an appreciative moan in reflex. “This is extremely delicious.”
Sho’s mouth quirks into a pleasant smile. “Good.”
Taking one small bite after another only makes Nino more and more aware that Sho is intently watching him. After every bite he makes sure he licks his chopsticks clean and glances up to find Sho’s pleased expression and a small nod of approval.
Nino’s pace slows down as he’s finished half of the dish. When Nino sets his chopsticks aside, Sho asks, “Do you want seconds?” His finger points to the corner of his mouth, while his eyes are fixed on Nino. “And you have- Just there.”
“Oh.” Nino’s tongue is out, slowly licking the corner of his mouth, turning Sho’s eyes dark with delight. “Thank you. But I’m good,” Nino says, reaching for his beer to wash down the meal.
“Dessert?”
Sho’s intense stare is really doing it for him, searching and making sure that Nino has everything that he possibly needs. What a nice thought, Nino thinks, one that will go into his fond memory of tonight. But, no dessert. Absolutely. “I'm good. Don't you want to go up and-?
Sho smiles once again. “I actually enjoy this, sitting here and watching you eat. It might seem ridiculous but it does seem like we’re on a date, does it?”
“Aren’t we?” Nino responds with the first thing that comes into his mind so fast that he wants to take back his reply in an instant. But the look on Sho’s face tells him that he probably has hit the right spot.
“Not everyone is keen on the idea,” Sho says, with a nice blush on his cheeks. ”I'm glad you think that way.”
Nino finds himself liking how the flush is riding up Sho’s cheek. “Well, it is a very fancy hotel to begin with.”
“It’s okay to splurge sometimes, especially if you have good company.”
There’s something more to what’s being said, Nino can easily tell, but he can’t pin it to more than warm approval. It’s still too early into the night for them to begin singing praises, but Nino feels he is also blushing.
“And that, I really like that already,” Sho says as he makes a gesture pointing at Nino’s face before letting out chuckles. “You’re sure you don't want anything else?”
Nino only smiles in reply. He’s ready for tonight. For all the smooth suaveness Sho brings to the dinner table, he can’t wait to see what awaits them in the bedroom.
*
There aren’t many people around the lobby area since it was quite late. Nino can no longer find Ohno around when he does his last sweep, which means the man has given up and is probably in the middle of stopping Matsujun from coming down himself. He needs to thank Ohno later, properly, for tonight’s favor.
He also finally gets a good impression of Sho’s height and body during the time they are waiting for the elevator, when Sho takes a closer step to him, bumping their arms lightly. Nino sways on his stance, anticipating warmth and more to come, and smiles.
The moment the elevator door opens, Sho lets him enter first, only to push him into the corner with his body. He cages Nino’s body, shielding him from the prying eyes of the security camera, and presses their floor button.
Nino is out of breath and speechless because of the quick handling, steadying himself by grabbing Sho’s suit lapel. “Sho-san.”
Their eyes meet and when Sho’s hand lands on Nino’s ass, giving it a squeeze for good measure, Nino moans softly. He hears Sho whispering into his ear, “Good boy.”
The voice and the moist puff of breath that comes with it send Nino shivering with anticipation. The night has truly begun now, he shuts his eyes and tries to breath evenly.
They arrive at their floor and Sho lets him go before stepping out of the elevator and leading them to the room in the corner. The man does splurge after all, Nino thinks, knowing that the room is one of their best service options.
Sho doesn’t wait at the door and heads straight inside, leaving Nino at the entryway with what he reckons as his last chance to call the night off. Not going to happen, Nino decides. With all the hot stares Sho has been giving him all night, with the soft whispers that send anticipation to his bones, tonight is his night.
After setting his briefcase on the shoe rack, Nino steps slowly into the front room, overlooking the fancy feature of it. The bedroom is lit softly and Nino finds Sho sitting on the edge of the bed, watching him even more intently. Nino stops and stands still in the middle of the room, waiting for whatever Sho has planned for him-if there's one thing he knows about their service, it is to never go over the head of the clients. He will wait for Sho to tell him what to do.
Sho does nothing for a full minute, letting Nino stand in the middle of the room and sharp anticipation linger in the air. When Sho finally rises slowly from the bed, Nino is in full alert of everything, of anything. Nino watches Sho take off of his suit jacket slowly, revealing a well-fitted white shirt that hugs his torso graciously. The sight should have made his mouth water, but it is Sho’s dark gaze that attracts him.
The man stops in front of Nino, making him tilt his head just a little bit to maintain their eye contact. His breathing is getting irregular, his heart is beating faster, but Nino doesn’t flinch, even when one of Sho’s fingers brushes his cheek.
He swallows hard when Sho’s left hand begins to take a hold of his neck and firmly wraps it. Nino feels Sho’s fingers pressing on his nape and the ball of Sho’s thumb on his throat, under his Adam’s apple, not hard enough to cut circulation but with enough pressure to send Nino’s mind spinning.
Sho’s thumb holds Nino’s chin up, setting his view on Sho’s face-whose eyes turn slightly darker and no longer sparkle with warmth, whose delicious lips curl impatiently. He smiles now that he knows he is getting all of Nino’s attention. “Are you ready?”
It gives him another pleasant shiver but Nino manages to nod.
“Now undress.”
Nino, with his breath already hitching, begins peeling off his suit jacket slowly. Sho’s eyes follow Nino’s awkward movements, still holding Nino’s chin to keep it up. He smiles as Nino’s unbuttoned shirt falls down to the floor. When Sho hums his approval, Nino’s hands fumble with his belt and within seconds, he has his trousers joining his shirt and jacket on the floor.
He only then remembers that he is wearing his lucky boxer today, meaning that Sho is getting a good look of his old light blue underwear that is comfortable but tattered slightly on the waistband. Nino can feel the hot flush spreading on his face-if there’s one thing that could fail him tonight it’s his boxers; a professional companion should wear a fancy one, a black, silky and sexy one. Yet here he is, stripping in front of this gorgeous man and revealing his dumb boxers.
But Sho only chuckles, his other hand sliding to squeeze Nino’s ass through the damn boxers to encourage him. “Cute.”
Getting all the encouragements that he needs-it shouldn’t matter much soon, Nino thinks, he’s going to be naked all night anyway. He continues to quickly drop his boxers, freeing his half-hard dick. He sighs both in relief and confusion when he feels the discarded clothes piling up at his feet. The pressure on his neck tightens a bit and Sho has his eyebrows rising as he waits for Nino to finish undressing.
His hands go to the front of Sho’s shirt, finding purchase and holding on. Then he quickly swings his weight on the balls of his feet and slides his trousers to join his shirts. Not that he can see where his clothes are going, with his eyes fixed on Sho’s.
“Good boy,” Sho says, with a hint of satisfaction in his voice. He lets his gaze linger on Nino’s naked body and puts his hand around Nino’s waist.
Sho keeps his grip on Nino’s face as he takes a step forward, closing the distance between them. Nino can feel his naked chest against Sho’s shirt, his naked thighs against Sho’s trousers, and his dick against Sho’s clothed crotch. The heat of anticipation begins to spread in him, his chest trembling.
Sho wets his lips before leaning in to kiss Nino firmly. His hand on Nino’s neck keeps a hold of it while his other hand pulls Nino even closer, leaving no choice for Nino to do anything else but hold on and receive the attention. There are soft licks of tongue, experimenting with each other’s taste, and Nino swallows Sho’s moan gladly.
When Sho pulls away, his eyes are fixed on Nino’s wet, open lips. He gives his order softly. “You are to take a quick shower and then prepare this-” Nino jumps in surprise at the slap on his ass, his body bucking into Sho’s involuntarily. “-for me. You got that?”
The warm pain in his ass slowly seeps through his nerves, sending Nino into a dizzy arousal, and he can only blink as he answers, “Yes. Yes, Sho-san.”
“Good boy. Now, go.”
*
Nino takes what probably is the quickest shower in his life, mostly because he wants to have more time to prepare himself. After a search in the cabinet, he finds a brand new bottle of lube oil and sets to the task Sho gave him.
He drapes a thick towel over the rim of the washstand before bending himself over it. He props his right leg up, steadying his stance and begins to circle and slide a finger inside. He patiently repeats the movement, slowly loosening himself.
He finds himself gradually taking shorter breaths, staring at his own reflection in the large mirror. It hasn’t been long since he does this, but Sho wants him to be well prepared. As much as he would hate to give the company a bad name for his, well, unpreparedness, it is much more about his own pleasure. Ohno said that Sho specifically requested for him to take it up the ass all night and hasty preparation is definitely not something on Nino’s plan tonight.
He adds another finger, feeling more pressure before he’s finally moving his fingers in and out more freely. Is he nervous? The question pops into his mind and Nino finds that the answer doesn’t actually settle well with him. He is nervous. Why did he do this in the first place? He asks himself and only comes up with answers that are related to his erection and how good it feels to have his fingers sliding in and out of him right now. Panting, Nino slides in another finger, pressing his forehead on the sink, reveling in the coolness against his forehead and the rhythmic movement of his own fingers. When it feels too much for him, when Nino feels loose and stretched, he doesn’t stop. He adds the fourth finger and doesn’t hold his moan back. He wants himself to stay tight for the first time with Sho-he hopes he’s going to get that hard fuck he has been imagining the whole evening-but he also knows how to be careful.
When he’s done, he opts for not wrapping a towel around his hips-Sho-san is going to see all of him anyway-and pads his way slowly back to the room. He finds Sho still clothed, just with hastily rolled up sleeves, fiddling with his phone by the bed.
Sho senses his presence and grins in satisfaction at the choice. Nino nods as Sho beckons him to come closer. He stops to stand between Sho’s open legs, his hands hanging down his sides, waiting again for whatever Sho has planned for him.
Sho shifts a bit on the bed, before his voice softly invites Nino. “On my lap.”
And Nino takes the last leap and folds himself to sit on Sho’s lap with ease. With Sho’s arm wrapped around his waist, keeping him close, he takes the initiative to put his hands on Sho’s shoulders and waits for whatever the man requests. They are so close and yet nothing has happened yet.
Sho actually leans forward and sniffs his neck. “Mhmm. You smell good.”
Nino blushes, his hands squeezing Sho’s shoulders as he speaks. “It’s just hotel soap, Sho-san.”
“Still good,” Sho murmurs into Nino’s neck, dragging his teeth and coaxing small moans out of Nino. “Mhmm. What am I going to do to you now, Kazu?”
Somehow Nino feels that’s a truly tricky question that only deserves a generic answer. “Anything you want.”
For the first time that night, Sho laughs. In the proximity, Nino cannot help to swoon over it because Sho laughs heartily and loudly. Sho’s body shakes with the echo of the amusement and Nino really likes it.
“Anything?”
Nino frowns a bit in confusion, but if that’s the game Sho wants to play then they are going to play it. “Anything.”
“I think I can hear something more than just anything in that.” Sho stares at him for a full long minute and Nino tries hard not to squirm under his grip. “Have you read my request, Kazu?”
Here comes the pop quiz, Nino wants to comment, but he smiles and nods.
Sho’s hands move down to splay across Nino’s lower back before resting on Nino’s ass. With his eyes fixed on Nino’s, he cups one round cheek of his ass and gives it firm squeezes.
Nino stiffens before squirming under Sho’s grip.
“Pretty.” Sho smiles at Nino’s gasp and reaction. “Now let me see if this ass is ready. Open your mouth.”
Nino takes two of Sho’s fingers into his mouth, his eyes flutter close as he licks and closes his lips around them. When Sho doesn’t move them, Nino opens his eyes again to see Sho’s eyebrows rising-oh, right, eyes open, Nino reminds himself.
“Make them wet. That's all you’re getting now,” Sho says and Nino begins to suck the fingers slowly, coating them with saliva. Another praise comes from Sho, sending more heat to the tip of his ears. “Good.”
Nino swallows hard and lets out a shaky breath when he feels those two fingers pushing in and beginning to rub. He tries to stay still as Sho keeps on moving the fingers in and out, giving him a thorough check.
“Good.”
Nino is about to smile when he gasps in surprise as a smack lands noisily on his right butt-cheek. He holds tighter onto Sho’s shoulders because somehow he knows that Sho will land another one. And another one. And Nino is whimpering when Sho finally gives his ass another squeeze at the end, spreading pain deliciously.
“It will make your ass red and ready for me later,” Sho says as he rubs Nino’s warm backside. “Now go grab that cushion there on the sofa and kneel for me here.”
Nino sways as he tries to stand and does as he is told. His ass feels warm and loose, he enjoys the excitement that is running down his spine and his neglected cock. He just hopes Sho will fuck him hard later. He walks back to set the cushion on the floor in front of Sho and falls onto his knees.
Fixing his bare feet to the side of Nino’s both thighs, Sho stands up from the bed and towers over Nino. The fingers of this right hand run through Nino’s hair, giving comforting scratches and time to get used to the closeness.
While he keeps staring into Sho’s eyes, Nino only allows his eyes to flutter close when he can’t deal with the pleasure any longer. When Sho holds his head to give him orders, Nino is more than ready.
“Palms down on your thighs. Do not touch yourself,” Sho says and Nino is firm on following the instruction. He only opens his zipper without hesitation, takes out his hard dick, and Nino’s sole focus is on what is being presented in front of him. Even though he knows that his thighs are soon going to be red from his own desperate scratches as he holds himself back not to touch his own aching erection, he is now more than ready.
Sho slaps his cock and smears his precome over Nino’s cheek, nose, and chin before he is satisfied with how Nino's opening his mouth and letting his tongue out to chase Sho.
Sho starts slowly as he lets Nino lick and work his way around the head. He then pushes in slowly, building the rhythm unhurriedly Nino’s mouth accepts and accepts and this is heaven for him and he chokes and keeps on going.
When they have built a good rhythm, Nino’s mouth is open and willing, sucking while he whimpers around Sho’s cock, letting Sho hold his head still while his tongue flat taking Sho’s thrusts. When Sho says ‘Good boy’, a groan from Sho makes Nino’s throat tighten. And Sho lets himself come, buried to the hilt down Nino’s working throat. Nino has to swallow, can’t do anything else, and only realizes later that he has already swallowed most of Sho’s come. Sho keeps his cock inside Nino’s mouth until he cannot handle it any longer. He sits down before dropping onto the bed with a satisfied moan.
Nino is left sitting on the cushion as he waits, trembling from the intensity. Now that he doesn’t have to look into Sho’s eyes, he lowers his gaze to see his glistening, neglected, rigid cock. His fingers are clutching his skin and his own nails have marred his pale thighs with red scratches. His breaks into cold sweat and lost his focus on Sho as he pants raggedly for air, knowing he can't do anything else, and waits.
“Kazu, come up here.” Sho's right hand appears in front of him and Nino grabs it, clasping it tight like a live-saver, before crawling onto the bed. He finds Sho with a satisfied smile, lying in the middle of the bed.
“Give me a kiss.”
Nino crawls up to do that. He tries to keep his sensitive cock out of contact with Sho's clothes but that's almost impossible. He hisses when several unintentional frictions send his mind spinning.
“Good.” Sho kisses him deeply and even if Nino is on top there's no doubt who takes charge of the kiss. The warmth of Sho’s palms, rubbing his side and ass, spreads all over his body, steadying Nino once again. He will have to wait for a little longer until Sho is done kissing him.
Sho frames Nino’s face and holds him just above his. They stay like that for a minute; Sho’s watching him and Nino is panting with want openly.
“I'm going to give you what you want, but first you need to undress me, slowly,” Sho says. “Slowly. Very slowly.”
*
Nino stays on Sho’s lap before reaching down to randomly start with Sho’s shirt button. He doesn’t begin at the top and unbuttons the one near Sho’s stomach first. He moves up to deal with the top three buttons and blushes pleasantly when he meets Sho’s eyes once again.
Sho gives him hums of praises, keeping his hands on Nino, clasping the cheek of his ass, rubbing softly, or giving small pinches just to tease further. When Nino moves to sit by Sho’s side, bending his body to deal with Sho’s belt, a slap lands on his ass.
He moans and turns to Sho with a question that escaped his mouth before he could stop himself. “Why?”
“Because I wanted to,” Sho says simply and Nino shudders in pleasure, shutting his eyes as his hands tremble above Sho’s belt.
Nino has the delight to watch layers of clothes disappearing from Sho’s body, revealing a toned, smooth body that has Nino salivating. If this is not worth the trouble, he doesn’t know what is. When the shirt is discarded, he gives Sho’s chest a kiss only to be rewarded with a gasp. Sho supports himself on his elbow to see Nino bend down and smile. Nino takes the hint and continues giving lavish attention to the smooth chest. Another slap lands on his ass when he licks and sucks one of Sho’s nipples. He moves to the other and receives another slap.
Slowly, Nino gets Sho’s rhythm, of giving slaps and pinches before moving on to comfort and tease. His body is burning with want, focusing solely on Sho and his body and his touches and his dark desire.
Sho eventually stops Nino, his own breathing erratic and finally showing impatience. He slides his hand to get a hold of Nino’s nape and says, “Get us a condom. I want you back in the middle of the bed on all fours in a minute.”
Nino blinks and scrambles into the bathroom with jelly legs. He finds what he’s looking for and hurriedly walks back to the bedroom. Sho is waiting for him, leaning against the pillow with a praising smile. Nino drops the condom in front of him and then goes on all four, all ready, loose and waiting.
“Good boy,” Sho says, setting his hand on Nino’s back and giving it a long caress. “Face down,” he says and Nino groans into the sheet, still waiting.
Sho doesn’t delay longer and he moves to kneel between Nino’s spread legs and positions himself. He leans forward to press his chest onto Nino’s back, absorbing Nino’s shudder as he anticipates what Sho is about to do next.
“Wrap your fingers around yourself. Slowly. Make them tight. But don’t move them, stay like that.” Sho says, emphasizing every word of his orders, his eyes following Nino’s strenuous effort to keep up with it diligently, arranging his body to stay balanced under Sho. “I said, stay still.”
Nino whines, but he doesn’t move his fingers, curled tight around his hard dick. A relief after a long wait, he can feel it pulsating hot in his hand. His eyes flutter close as he swallows hard. Nothing has begun, yet he feels like he’s just a stroke away from completion.
Sho wraps his fingers around Nino’s throat, not squeezing but tight enough to keep Nino’s head facing to his right. “Now keep those eyes on me,” Sho says, “straight in the eyes.”
Nino pants as he meets Sho’s eyes, dark and fiery. He snaps back into attention and his arms tremble in effort to hold himself and keep his fingers on his cock. His eyes meet Sho and he gasps out a soft moan, begging or wanting, or anything. He feels his own cheeks flushing and manages to breathe out his plea, hoping for some relief he knows will not be granted until Sho wants to. “Please.”
Sho’s expression softens with a satisfied gleam in his eyes. He leans down to capture Nino’s swollen lips in a kiss. With him delaying his own pleasure, with Sho’s mouth devouring him, Nino can think nothing but pure satisfaction that Sho finds himself a good boy. He moans into the kiss as he feels the tip of Sho’s erection on the cleft of his ass.
“You’ve been so good, Kazu,” Sho breathes against his lips.
But Nino is on the verge of losing his own control. Plea turns into desperation. Please, he whispers into Sho’s lips. He has never felt this good and they haven’t even started. This moment is precious and he intends to milk it for everything that it’s worth. If it means that he needs to be a good boy and follow every order Sho gives him to the dot, so be it.
“What’s that?”
The prompting sends him into an unexpected stutter, but Nino tries, he tries harder. “Y-yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I want this. I really do.” Nino tries to steady his uneven breath and tries again. “Sho-san, please.”
Sho presses the entire length of his cock into the hole they both have prepped in one smooth push. Nino wails outright, panting heavily with his arms shaking tiredly. Sho rocks his body back and forth slightly to wait for Nino, watching Nino’s expression of pain being washed away with pleasure bit by bit. Silence comes down on them for a while, but there is ragged breathing-one Nino realizes isn’t his, it must be Sho’s - before Sho speaks again. “Good boy.”
Nino begins to cry out in time with Sho pounding into him. His eyes are dazed as they are locked with Sho’s. His hand is still wrapped around his own weeping cook, unable to do anything but holding on as ordered.
“Eyes open,” Sho reminds him breathlessly.
Nino forces his eyes open, not realizing that he has shut them. He continues to moan, high and almost screaming, as Sho renders him senseless with every firm thrust, leaving him with nothing but pulsating hardness in his tight grip and Sho’s hot cock in his ass.
“Come for me, Kazu,” Sho breathes into his lips. Their eyes are so close, Sho’s with a sharp and burning gaze, Nino’s glazed with pleasure. “Come.”
Only then Nino moves his grip to give the long awaited pump on his cock, clenching himself tight and sending Sho to scream with his own pleasure and tighten his grip on Nino’s neck. He feels his orgasm slamming into him in full force and surrenders to the wave of pleasure achingly. Sho comes right after him, with two powerful last thrusts that send them both flat on the bed, a heap of messy and breathless sweaty and sated bodies.
“Kazu,” Sho says weakly, his lips trembling as he peppers Nino’s face with light pecks.
His name endearingly coming out of Sho’s mouth at that moment is the most beautiful thing Nino has ever heard, and he closes his eyes and mutters a soft, “Yes.”
Part 2
Pairing: Sakurai Sho/Ninomiya Kazunari
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 13,716
Warnings: spanking and mild breathplay
Summary: Sho mistakenly assumes Nino is his licensed sex companion for the night and Nino doesn’t correct him.
Notes: Written for je-united. Many thanks to M for the read over and K for the awesome notes <3! This is basically a Sakumiya fic set in Pretty Woman AU with some twists and sex scenes. I haven't written Sakumiya for ages, what, this is actually my first fullblown Sakumiya fic, ohh. Took six different drafts and eye-rolling exploration to get to this point, no regrets whatsoever. Title and the quotes are from Arashi’s more and more.
Faint classical music flows around the warm air of the hotel lobby restaurant. At this time of day, only few couples are sitting on the far secluded tables. Nino turns his attention to Ohno who’s currently staring at the spread document on the table.
“Come on, Oh-chan. I don’t have all night here.”
The thought of going back home and getting out of this company suit, as much as Matsujun praised him for looking swell and good in it, is insistent in the back of his mind. Nino sighs again and Ohno finally notices his impatience.
“I thought I’m supposed to read this first,” he says, looking up to meet Nino’s reproachful gaze.
“You’ve had three weeks already,” Nino reminds him. “I need to file this by Monday and get done with the company tax report. So, if you please.”
Ohno looks down to give the document a last long, hard look before raising his head to meet Nino’s eyes with a searching look. “I can trust you on this, right?”
Nino can’t help but smile a bit. Ohno doesn’t have anything to worry about, since Nino himself drafted and reviewed the documents a few times before Matsujun approved the final version and Nino gave it another read. “Right.”
Ohno doesn’t say anything else, reaching for the pen Nino has readied in front of him.
“I made marks where you need to sign your initials,“ Nino reminds him as Ohno begins to flip the pages. “And don’t miss the second one before the last page, will you.”
Afterward, Nino has only to check the pages thoroughly to make sure that Ohno finished signing the document. “Everything is in order. Nice,” he says, setting the document in his briefcase and leaning against his seat. “I’m so hungry, by the way.”
Ohno smiles. “You came here all the way straight from the office?”
“Yeah. Thanks to you, I missed Aiba-chan’s invitation for dinner,” Nino says, adjusting his glasses and glancing to the clock on the far side. “Or maybe I can still make it if I get going now.”
“Why don’t you stay a while,” Ohno says, his fingers twiddling with his vest buttons. “My appointment won’t be here for another fifteen minutes.”
“Are you going to buy me dinner?”
“You know I can’t do that. I have an appointment coming.” Ohno stares at him with a pout. “But maybe another cup of coffee?”
“No thanks. I’ve had enough coffee for today,” Nino says. “And why are you early anyway? You guys usually keep a strict timetable.”
“He requested the hour and also told me to be here early,” Ohno says with a shrug. “He wanted us to have dinner first before going up to the room. Well, he pretty much is arranging everything and all I have to do is look pretty and take it up the ass all night.”
Nino laughs. “You are so crude sometimes.”
Ohno’s face blooms into a professional smile, the same smile that secured his top position in the company as a high class licensed sex companion, all lazy, alluring, and blatantly oozing sensuality.
Nino rolls his eyes; he accepted long ago that the smile is a killer indeed, “Oh, please. Save it for your appointment, Oh-chan.”
When he chuckles, Ohno’s smile turns into a boyish grin. “I suppose I will. It’s going to be a long night.”
“I should be on my way soon.” Nino reaches for his briefcase. “I’ll leave you to it.”
“Ah,” Ohno says. “Would you mind staying for a little while? I need to go to the bathroom. Just so I don’t loose the table.”
“Who do you think I am? Your fricking secretary?”
“Just a few minutes. I’ll be right back.” Ohno already rises from his seat. “And could ask the waiter to clear our cups, and order me a fresh cup? It’s part of the appointment after all.” Then he walks away from the table, leaving Nino blinking his annoyance and cursing lightly.
Yet, Nino makes a gesture, calling a waiter nearby, asking him to clear the used cups, and ordering a fresh pot of coffee. When the order arrives, Ohno is still not back from the toilet. Nino pours himself half a cup, adds three cubes of sugar, and pours cream into the cup until it is full.
He glances at the entrance to and sees a man in his nice suit-confident in a pair of such tight pants. He pays no further attention and continues to slowly stir the coffee with a wicked smile. He knows that Ohno takes his black and this is literally sweet revenge.
From his left, a shadow suddenly falls upon him, blocking the dim light of the room. Nino looks up to find a man, namely the man in the nice suit and tight pants standing just by his table. “Mind if I join you?” he asks with his deep voice-Nino has to say-his deep sexy voice.
Nino frowns as he stares at the man’s face. Having known the company guidelines from cover to cover for years, Nino has never thought about the opening greeting until now. It is such a normal phrase to be a password but it’s normalcy that is critical during the introduction, especially in this business. He is also aware of-now all the guideline details come rushing into his mind-the answer a companion should have given. He knows how to handle this first meeting, and he really should decide. Fast. What should he do now? Should he swiftly reject the man by not paying attention to the greeting password and let the man wait for Ohno? Or could he get-Ohno did say that the man has arranged it-dinner, a free dinner?
Another thought he has is that Matsujun will be furious with this stunt-if Nino does it, which he isn’t entirely sure of yet-but he can also blame Ohno for being reckless, leaving his post while he should have been waiting for his appointment. This would make his revenge even sweeter. The man smells expensive and there’s something in his eyes that allures Nino to answer with the company line. He finds himself taking the leap and says, “Sure, if you’re feeling like it.”
It is as true to the instructional notes as possible, even with an additional point for casual shrug. By then Nino has just realized that he’s been holding his breath, excitement running through his body. He tries to add, sweetly, pointing at the empty chair in front of him: “Why don’t you have a seat?”
*
So, tonight he will get a free dinner, with gorgeous company. Tonight will be one night of casual sex, with gorgeous company, Nino reminds himself as he tries to control his breathing.
The man has gracefully taken a seat in front of him, smiling politely at him and taking out his phone.
Nino returns to his thoughts while at the same time anticipating what the man in front of him will be doing next. When the man seems occupied with his phone for a while, he adds more consideration to his choice.
It will be a hell lot of trouble to wave Ohno off and convince him to let this one slide. It will be an ultimate hell to explain this to Matsujun. This will be the end of him in Matsujun’s fancy office. Yet, this will be worth it, worth every single penalty-Nino finishes his first phase of justification-this man is gorgeous and one night is all that he wants.
Nino’s mind spins again-for once he’s extremely grateful for his excellent memory-trying to recall the information from the multiple forms the man had filled in for his sex companion request. This is definitely the last phase of justification, but it doesn’t mean that it’s the least important. Nino doesn’t remember the man’s name-sometimes clients are reluctant to put their real names anyway. It always focuses on the kinks and requests anyway. Ohno’s appointment asked for almost nothing except a small man who can take it up the ass all night -Ohno is perfect for the request; nothing is better than the best after all-and enjoys several kinks. Imagining being told to just take it up the ass all night sends a warm buzzy tingling up his veins. And, oh yes, the requested kinks, if his memory serves him right, are just perfect.
Ohno appears in his field of vision and stops in his tracks back to their table with his gaping mouth hanging open and and his eyes big and full of shock makes Nino grinning. Here’s another thing to do before anything else: dealing with Ohno.
Nino! What the hell do you think you’re doing? Ohno’s eyes bulge, cutely, as he mouths the words helplessly. Is that- Is that my appointment sitting in front of you?
Nino shuts his eyes and nods, trying to contain his laughter. What’s the plan now? He at first thought that he could play around with Ohno by having a free dinner here with the man, and Ohno could deal with the sex service later. But now that he has seen the gorgeous man in front of him, his hair falling slightly over his forehead, staring at his phone and tapping something with an air of seriousness, something sparks in him. Everything else, the complicated nature of the situation or whatever he needs to do later to pay for his action, seems far and insignificant.
He wants the man in front of him, client or not, and somehow it is a good enough reason for now.
First, he needs to deal with Ohno who has taken a seat at the table just in his field of vision, waving his phone at Nino with squinted eyes. But the man in front of him is finally done with his phone and looks up to meet Nino’s eyes with a small smile.
“I’m very sorry for the distraction,” the man says, putting his phone down on the table. “I just need to deal with few things before the evening.”
Nino nods shyly before lowering his gaze to his lap. The man’s voice is really doing it for him and that right there seals the plan for the night. Even if he’s going to face Matsujun’s wrath on Monday, even if he needs to deal with Ohno who’s still watching intently, Nino makes his decision.
He shakes his head quietly and says, “It’s completely okay.”
“Aren’t you going to finish that coffee?”
“I actually had enough coffee today,” Nino says, looking up and finding the man staring at him. “I was just fiddling with it.”
“So, I had dinner already but I want to watch you have yours. If that’s okay with you.”
It is starting and Nino cannot think of any other response other than, “I- Okay.”
“What should I order for you then? What do you like?”
The question is asked softly, with bright, sparkling eyes, his body leaning forward just a little bit to close the distance between them, and Nino’s body shivers pleasantly. Already? They haven’t even introduced themselves to each other and Nino’s already excited.
“Anything is fine. I don’t eat much usually though. Perhaps hamburger,” Nino says. “Oh, by the way, what should I call you?”
“Hamburger it is then,” the man says with a chuckle. “And my name is Sho. You can call me just that.”
“Oh.” Nino blushes. He thought that they were going to do something that involves ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’ in one way or the other. “Okay. Thank you, Sho-san.”
Sho is grinning now as if he knew what Nino is thinking. “And you?”
“I’m-“ He quickly brings a smile to his face-for he already decided in the beginning how he would answer this very question. “Kazu.”
“Kazu,” Sho says, voicing the name and feeling it roll off his tongue. “Here’s to a good night then, Kazu.”
Nino nods again with a pleasant flush warming his cheeks. This is heading into something good but-he takes a slight glance to the far table-he needs to deal with Ohno first and send him away. “Ah. It’s just- I need to go to the bathroom if that’s fine with you?”
Sho tilts his head a little, giving Nino a mild questioning look, before smiling. “Sure. I’ll order your hamburger.”
“Thank you,” Nino says. There’s something in Sho’s eyes that tells him to say it out loud and he goes with his instinct. When Sho’s smile widens, Nino smiles back before rising from his seat. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
*
Ohno closes and locks the bathroom door behind them before leaning against the door and sighing heavily. “Just what have you done now, Nino?”
“Look, I’m sorry that it got like this. I was just planning for a small revenge because you had me guarding your post when I shouldn’t have to. But, have you seen the man?”
“Of course, I have. I studied his file and request. Just because you were there with a cup of coffee, and he assumed that you are his companion, doesn’t mean that you can do this. Nino, this is-“
“You can go home, Oh-chan. I’ll take this one.”
“What do you mean, you’ll take this one?” Ohno lets out a painful choke in surprise. “Nino, have you realized what you’ve done? What you’re about to do?”
“I think I have. I am.” Nino sighs, knowing that if he doesn’t play this right, Ohno will never give up. Sure there’s office rules to follow. Sure there’s Matsujun’s wrath. But there’s also the promise of a night with no strings attached. There’s something he wants and for once Nino just wants to take it.
“I can go to your table and explain that there was a misunderstanding,” Ohno tries again, with a more serious tone. “The man will be confused or maybe furious, but it can’t be helped. We need to settle this.”
“Oh-chan.”
“Nino.”
Putting his hands together in front of him, Nino bows slightly forward. “Oh-chan. Please.”
This time Ohno rolls his eyes to the ceiling, already regretting his decision yet yielding all the same. “Fine. But I’m still calling Matsujun. He needs to know, and I can’t guarantee that he will, unlike me, let this go easily.”
“Fair enough.”
“And if we both are fired, you have the obligation to find me new clients,” Ohno adds.
Nino somehow feels that this promise is going to trouble him later, but he finds himself not caring much at this point. “Fine.”
“He likes it loud. That means you.” Ohno holds Nino’s gaze one last time for the night and turns to get to the door. “I hope he’s worth all the trouble.”
Alone in the bathroom, Nino lets out a heavy sigh of relief. Things are going to get real tonight, and now that he has Ohno out of his way, it is time to get into some last minute planning for his service. He takes another minute to access his work folder and skims Sho’s request file quickly. Satisfied with the info, and his accurate memory, Nino leaves the bathroom to get back to the restaurant.
Back at the table, a waiter has just finished arranging a plate with a hamburger and two tall glasses of cold beer on their table. Sho looks up and brightens considerably, the frown slowly disappearing from his face. “Just in time. Your food is here.”
The waiter leaves them and when Nino sits down, he realizes that everything is on his side of the table. “Thank you. But, don’t you order anything for yourself?”
Sho raises his beer glass to a salute. “I have this. Go on, don’t mind me.”
It does feel strange at first, having Sho in front of him, who sips his beer and waits. But Nino is hungry and the meat looks fantastic. So what if the client wants to watch him eat his dinner, wouldn’t it be part of his service to do so?
The first bite of meat is heavenly, tender and juicy. Nino has forgotten how hungry he was until he tries the meat and lets out an appreciative moan in reflex. “This is extremely delicious.”
Sho’s mouth quirks into a pleasant smile. “Good.”
Taking one small bite after another only makes Nino more and more aware that Sho is intently watching him. After every bite he makes sure he licks his chopsticks clean and glances up to find Sho’s pleased expression and a small nod of approval.
Nino’s pace slows down as he’s finished half of the dish. When Nino sets his chopsticks aside, Sho asks, “Do you want seconds?” His finger points to the corner of his mouth, while his eyes are fixed on Nino. “And you have- Just there.”
“Oh.” Nino’s tongue is out, slowly licking the corner of his mouth, turning Sho’s eyes dark with delight. “Thank you. But I’m good,” Nino says, reaching for his beer to wash down the meal.
“Dessert?”
Sho’s intense stare is really doing it for him, searching and making sure that Nino has everything that he possibly needs. What a nice thought, Nino thinks, one that will go into his fond memory of tonight. But, no dessert. Absolutely. “I'm good. Don't you want to go up and-?
Sho smiles once again. “I actually enjoy this, sitting here and watching you eat. It might seem ridiculous but it does seem like we’re on a date, does it?”
“Aren’t we?” Nino responds with the first thing that comes into his mind so fast that he wants to take back his reply in an instant. But the look on Sho’s face tells him that he probably has hit the right spot.
“Not everyone is keen on the idea,” Sho says, with a nice blush on his cheeks. ”I'm glad you think that way.”
Nino finds himself liking how the flush is riding up Sho’s cheek. “Well, it is a very fancy hotel to begin with.”
“It’s okay to splurge sometimes, especially if you have good company.”
There’s something more to what’s being said, Nino can easily tell, but he can’t pin it to more than warm approval. It’s still too early into the night for them to begin singing praises, but Nino feels he is also blushing.
“And that, I really like that already,” Sho says as he makes a gesture pointing at Nino’s face before letting out chuckles. “You’re sure you don't want anything else?”
Nino only smiles in reply. He’s ready for tonight. For all the smooth suaveness Sho brings to the dinner table, he can’t wait to see what awaits them in the bedroom.
*
There aren’t many people around the lobby area since it was quite late. Nino can no longer find Ohno around when he does his last sweep, which means the man has given up and is probably in the middle of stopping Matsujun from coming down himself. He needs to thank Ohno later, properly, for tonight’s favor.
He also finally gets a good impression of Sho’s height and body during the time they are waiting for the elevator, when Sho takes a closer step to him, bumping their arms lightly. Nino sways on his stance, anticipating warmth and more to come, and smiles.
The moment the elevator door opens, Sho lets him enter first, only to push him into the corner with his body. He cages Nino’s body, shielding him from the prying eyes of the security camera, and presses their floor button.
Nino is out of breath and speechless because of the quick handling, steadying himself by grabbing Sho’s suit lapel. “Sho-san.”
Their eyes meet and when Sho’s hand lands on Nino’s ass, giving it a squeeze for good measure, Nino moans softly. He hears Sho whispering into his ear, “Good boy.”
The voice and the moist puff of breath that comes with it send Nino shivering with anticipation. The night has truly begun now, he shuts his eyes and tries to breath evenly.
They arrive at their floor and Sho lets him go before stepping out of the elevator and leading them to the room in the corner. The man does splurge after all, Nino thinks, knowing that the room is one of their best service options.
Sho doesn’t wait at the door and heads straight inside, leaving Nino at the entryway with what he reckons as his last chance to call the night off. Not going to happen, Nino decides. With all the hot stares Sho has been giving him all night, with the soft whispers that send anticipation to his bones, tonight is his night.
After setting his briefcase on the shoe rack, Nino steps slowly into the front room, overlooking the fancy feature of it. The bedroom is lit softly and Nino finds Sho sitting on the edge of the bed, watching him even more intently. Nino stops and stands still in the middle of the room, waiting for whatever Sho has planned for him-if there's one thing he knows about their service, it is to never go over the head of the clients. He will wait for Sho to tell him what to do.
Sho does nothing for a full minute, letting Nino stand in the middle of the room and sharp anticipation linger in the air. When Sho finally rises slowly from the bed, Nino is in full alert of everything, of anything. Nino watches Sho take off of his suit jacket slowly, revealing a well-fitted white shirt that hugs his torso graciously. The sight should have made his mouth water, but it is Sho’s dark gaze that attracts him.
The man stops in front of Nino, making him tilt his head just a little bit to maintain their eye contact. His breathing is getting irregular, his heart is beating faster, but Nino doesn’t flinch, even when one of Sho’s fingers brushes his cheek.
He swallows hard when Sho’s left hand begins to take a hold of his neck and firmly wraps it. Nino feels Sho’s fingers pressing on his nape and the ball of Sho’s thumb on his throat, under his Adam’s apple, not hard enough to cut circulation but with enough pressure to send Nino’s mind spinning.
Sho’s thumb holds Nino’s chin up, setting his view on Sho’s face-whose eyes turn slightly darker and no longer sparkle with warmth, whose delicious lips curl impatiently. He smiles now that he knows he is getting all of Nino’s attention. “Are you ready?”
It gives him another pleasant shiver but Nino manages to nod.
“Now undress.”
Nino, with his breath already hitching, begins peeling off his suit jacket slowly. Sho’s eyes follow Nino’s awkward movements, still holding Nino’s chin to keep it up. He smiles as Nino’s unbuttoned shirt falls down to the floor. When Sho hums his approval, Nino’s hands fumble with his belt and within seconds, he has his trousers joining his shirt and jacket on the floor.
He only then remembers that he is wearing his lucky boxer today, meaning that Sho is getting a good look of his old light blue underwear that is comfortable but tattered slightly on the waistband. Nino can feel the hot flush spreading on his face-if there’s one thing that could fail him tonight it’s his boxers; a professional companion should wear a fancy one, a black, silky and sexy one. Yet here he is, stripping in front of this gorgeous man and revealing his dumb boxers.
But Sho only chuckles, his other hand sliding to squeeze Nino’s ass through the damn boxers to encourage him. “Cute.”
Getting all the encouragements that he needs-it shouldn’t matter much soon, Nino thinks, he’s going to be naked all night anyway. He continues to quickly drop his boxers, freeing his half-hard dick. He sighs both in relief and confusion when he feels the discarded clothes piling up at his feet. The pressure on his neck tightens a bit and Sho has his eyebrows rising as he waits for Nino to finish undressing.
His hands go to the front of Sho’s shirt, finding purchase and holding on. Then he quickly swings his weight on the balls of his feet and slides his trousers to join his shirts. Not that he can see where his clothes are going, with his eyes fixed on Sho’s.
“Good boy,” Sho says, with a hint of satisfaction in his voice. He lets his gaze linger on Nino’s naked body and puts his hand around Nino’s waist.
Sho keeps his grip on Nino’s face as he takes a step forward, closing the distance between them. Nino can feel his naked chest against Sho’s shirt, his naked thighs against Sho’s trousers, and his dick against Sho’s clothed crotch. The heat of anticipation begins to spread in him, his chest trembling.
Sho wets his lips before leaning in to kiss Nino firmly. His hand on Nino’s neck keeps a hold of it while his other hand pulls Nino even closer, leaving no choice for Nino to do anything else but hold on and receive the attention. There are soft licks of tongue, experimenting with each other’s taste, and Nino swallows Sho’s moan gladly.
When Sho pulls away, his eyes are fixed on Nino’s wet, open lips. He gives his order softly. “You are to take a quick shower and then prepare this-” Nino jumps in surprise at the slap on his ass, his body bucking into Sho’s involuntarily. “-for me. You got that?”
The warm pain in his ass slowly seeps through his nerves, sending Nino into a dizzy arousal, and he can only blink as he answers, “Yes. Yes, Sho-san.”
“Good boy. Now, go.”
*
Nino takes what probably is the quickest shower in his life, mostly because he wants to have more time to prepare himself. After a search in the cabinet, he finds a brand new bottle of lube oil and sets to the task Sho gave him.
He drapes a thick towel over the rim of the washstand before bending himself over it. He props his right leg up, steadying his stance and begins to circle and slide a finger inside. He patiently repeats the movement, slowly loosening himself.
He finds himself gradually taking shorter breaths, staring at his own reflection in the large mirror. It hasn’t been long since he does this, but Sho wants him to be well prepared. As much as he would hate to give the company a bad name for his, well, unpreparedness, it is much more about his own pleasure. Ohno said that Sho specifically requested for him to take it up the ass all night and hasty preparation is definitely not something on Nino’s plan tonight.
He adds another finger, feeling more pressure before he’s finally moving his fingers in and out more freely. Is he nervous? The question pops into his mind and Nino finds that the answer doesn’t actually settle well with him. He is nervous. Why did he do this in the first place? He asks himself and only comes up with answers that are related to his erection and how good it feels to have his fingers sliding in and out of him right now. Panting, Nino slides in another finger, pressing his forehead on the sink, reveling in the coolness against his forehead and the rhythmic movement of his own fingers. When it feels too much for him, when Nino feels loose and stretched, he doesn’t stop. He adds the fourth finger and doesn’t hold his moan back. He wants himself to stay tight for the first time with Sho-he hopes he’s going to get that hard fuck he has been imagining the whole evening-but he also knows how to be careful.
When he’s done, he opts for not wrapping a towel around his hips-Sho-san is going to see all of him anyway-and pads his way slowly back to the room. He finds Sho still clothed, just with hastily rolled up sleeves, fiddling with his phone by the bed.
Sho senses his presence and grins in satisfaction at the choice. Nino nods as Sho beckons him to come closer. He stops to stand between Sho’s open legs, his hands hanging down his sides, waiting again for whatever Sho has planned for him.
Sho shifts a bit on the bed, before his voice softly invites Nino. “On my lap.”
And Nino takes the last leap and folds himself to sit on Sho’s lap with ease. With Sho’s arm wrapped around his waist, keeping him close, he takes the initiative to put his hands on Sho’s shoulders and waits for whatever the man requests. They are so close and yet nothing has happened yet.
Sho actually leans forward and sniffs his neck. “Mhmm. You smell good.”
Nino blushes, his hands squeezing Sho’s shoulders as he speaks. “It’s just hotel soap, Sho-san.”
“Still good,” Sho murmurs into Nino’s neck, dragging his teeth and coaxing small moans out of Nino. “Mhmm. What am I going to do to you now, Kazu?”
Somehow Nino feels that’s a truly tricky question that only deserves a generic answer. “Anything you want.”
For the first time that night, Sho laughs. In the proximity, Nino cannot help to swoon over it because Sho laughs heartily and loudly. Sho’s body shakes with the echo of the amusement and Nino really likes it.
“Anything?”
Nino frowns a bit in confusion, but if that’s the game Sho wants to play then they are going to play it. “Anything.”
“I think I can hear something more than just anything in that.” Sho stares at him for a full long minute and Nino tries hard not to squirm under his grip. “Have you read my request, Kazu?”
Here comes the pop quiz, Nino wants to comment, but he smiles and nods.
Sho’s hands move down to splay across Nino’s lower back before resting on Nino’s ass. With his eyes fixed on Nino’s, he cups one round cheek of his ass and gives it firm squeezes.
Nino stiffens before squirming under Sho’s grip.
“Pretty.” Sho smiles at Nino’s gasp and reaction. “Now let me see if this ass is ready. Open your mouth.”
Nino takes two of Sho’s fingers into his mouth, his eyes flutter close as he licks and closes his lips around them. When Sho doesn’t move them, Nino opens his eyes again to see Sho’s eyebrows rising-oh, right, eyes open, Nino reminds himself.
“Make them wet. That's all you’re getting now,” Sho says and Nino begins to suck the fingers slowly, coating them with saliva. Another praise comes from Sho, sending more heat to the tip of his ears. “Good.”
Nino swallows hard and lets out a shaky breath when he feels those two fingers pushing in and beginning to rub. He tries to stay still as Sho keeps on moving the fingers in and out, giving him a thorough check.
“Good.”
Nino is about to smile when he gasps in surprise as a smack lands noisily on his right butt-cheek. He holds tighter onto Sho’s shoulders because somehow he knows that Sho will land another one. And another one. And Nino is whimpering when Sho finally gives his ass another squeeze at the end, spreading pain deliciously.
“It will make your ass red and ready for me later,” Sho says as he rubs Nino’s warm backside. “Now go grab that cushion there on the sofa and kneel for me here.”
Nino sways as he tries to stand and does as he is told. His ass feels warm and loose, he enjoys the excitement that is running down his spine and his neglected cock. He just hopes Sho will fuck him hard later. He walks back to set the cushion on the floor in front of Sho and falls onto his knees.
Fixing his bare feet to the side of Nino’s both thighs, Sho stands up from the bed and towers over Nino. The fingers of this right hand run through Nino’s hair, giving comforting scratches and time to get used to the closeness.
While he keeps staring into Sho’s eyes, Nino only allows his eyes to flutter close when he can’t deal with the pleasure any longer. When Sho holds his head to give him orders, Nino is more than ready.
“Palms down on your thighs. Do not touch yourself,” Sho says and Nino is firm on following the instruction. He only opens his zipper without hesitation, takes out his hard dick, and Nino’s sole focus is on what is being presented in front of him. Even though he knows that his thighs are soon going to be red from his own desperate scratches as he holds himself back not to touch his own aching erection, he is now more than ready.
Sho slaps his cock and smears his precome over Nino’s cheek, nose, and chin before he is satisfied with how Nino's opening his mouth and letting his tongue out to chase Sho.
Sho starts slowly as he lets Nino lick and work his way around the head. He then pushes in slowly, building the rhythm unhurriedly Nino’s mouth accepts and accepts and this is heaven for him and he chokes and keeps on going.
When they have built a good rhythm, Nino’s mouth is open and willing, sucking while he whimpers around Sho’s cock, letting Sho hold his head still while his tongue flat taking Sho’s thrusts. When Sho says ‘Good boy’, a groan from Sho makes Nino’s throat tighten. And Sho lets himself come, buried to the hilt down Nino’s working throat. Nino has to swallow, can’t do anything else, and only realizes later that he has already swallowed most of Sho’s come. Sho keeps his cock inside Nino’s mouth until he cannot handle it any longer. He sits down before dropping onto the bed with a satisfied moan.
Nino is left sitting on the cushion as he waits, trembling from the intensity. Now that he doesn’t have to look into Sho’s eyes, he lowers his gaze to see his glistening, neglected, rigid cock. His fingers are clutching his skin and his own nails have marred his pale thighs with red scratches. His breaks into cold sweat and lost his focus on Sho as he pants raggedly for air, knowing he can't do anything else, and waits.
“Kazu, come up here.” Sho's right hand appears in front of him and Nino grabs it, clasping it tight like a live-saver, before crawling onto the bed. He finds Sho with a satisfied smile, lying in the middle of the bed.
“Give me a kiss.”
Nino crawls up to do that. He tries to keep his sensitive cock out of contact with Sho's clothes but that's almost impossible. He hisses when several unintentional frictions send his mind spinning.
“Good.” Sho kisses him deeply and even if Nino is on top there's no doubt who takes charge of the kiss. The warmth of Sho’s palms, rubbing his side and ass, spreads all over his body, steadying Nino once again. He will have to wait for a little longer until Sho is done kissing him.
Sho frames Nino’s face and holds him just above his. They stay like that for a minute; Sho’s watching him and Nino is panting with want openly.
“I'm going to give you what you want, but first you need to undress me, slowly,” Sho says. “Slowly. Very slowly.”
*
Nino stays on Sho’s lap before reaching down to randomly start with Sho’s shirt button. He doesn’t begin at the top and unbuttons the one near Sho’s stomach first. He moves up to deal with the top three buttons and blushes pleasantly when he meets Sho’s eyes once again.
Sho gives him hums of praises, keeping his hands on Nino, clasping the cheek of his ass, rubbing softly, or giving small pinches just to tease further. When Nino moves to sit by Sho’s side, bending his body to deal with Sho’s belt, a slap lands on his ass.
He moans and turns to Sho with a question that escaped his mouth before he could stop himself. “Why?”
“Because I wanted to,” Sho says simply and Nino shudders in pleasure, shutting his eyes as his hands tremble above Sho’s belt.
Nino has the delight to watch layers of clothes disappearing from Sho’s body, revealing a toned, smooth body that has Nino salivating. If this is not worth the trouble, he doesn’t know what is. When the shirt is discarded, he gives Sho’s chest a kiss only to be rewarded with a gasp. Sho supports himself on his elbow to see Nino bend down and smile. Nino takes the hint and continues giving lavish attention to the smooth chest. Another slap lands on his ass when he licks and sucks one of Sho’s nipples. He moves to the other and receives another slap.
Slowly, Nino gets Sho’s rhythm, of giving slaps and pinches before moving on to comfort and tease. His body is burning with want, focusing solely on Sho and his body and his touches and his dark desire.
Sho eventually stops Nino, his own breathing erratic and finally showing impatience. He slides his hand to get a hold of Nino’s nape and says, “Get us a condom. I want you back in the middle of the bed on all fours in a minute.”
Nino blinks and scrambles into the bathroom with jelly legs. He finds what he’s looking for and hurriedly walks back to the bedroom. Sho is waiting for him, leaning against the pillow with a praising smile. Nino drops the condom in front of him and then goes on all four, all ready, loose and waiting.
“Good boy,” Sho says, setting his hand on Nino’s back and giving it a long caress. “Face down,” he says and Nino groans into the sheet, still waiting.
Sho doesn’t delay longer and he moves to kneel between Nino’s spread legs and positions himself. He leans forward to press his chest onto Nino’s back, absorbing Nino’s shudder as he anticipates what Sho is about to do next.
“Wrap your fingers around yourself. Slowly. Make them tight. But don’t move them, stay like that.” Sho says, emphasizing every word of his orders, his eyes following Nino’s strenuous effort to keep up with it diligently, arranging his body to stay balanced under Sho. “I said, stay still.”
Nino whines, but he doesn’t move his fingers, curled tight around his hard dick. A relief after a long wait, he can feel it pulsating hot in his hand. His eyes flutter close as he swallows hard. Nothing has begun, yet he feels like he’s just a stroke away from completion.
Sho wraps his fingers around Nino’s throat, not squeezing but tight enough to keep Nino’s head facing to his right. “Now keep those eyes on me,” Sho says, “straight in the eyes.”
Nino pants as he meets Sho’s eyes, dark and fiery. He snaps back into attention and his arms tremble in effort to hold himself and keep his fingers on his cock. His eyes meet Sho and he gasps out a soft moan, begging or wanting, or anything. He feels his own cheeks flushing and manages to breathe out his plea, hoping for some relief he knows will not be granted until Sho wants to. “Please.”
Sho’s expression softens with a satisfied gleam in his eyes. He leans down to capture Nino’s swollen lips in a kiss. With him delaying his own pleasure, with Sho’s mouth devouring him, Nino can think nothing but pure satisfaction that Sho finds himself a good boy. He moans into the kiss as he feels the tip of Sho’s erection on the cleft of his ass.
“You’ve been so good, Kazu,” Sho breathes against his lips.
But Nino is on the verge of losing his own control. Plea turns into desperation. Please, he whispers into Sho’s lips. He has never felt this good and they haven’t even started. This moment is precious and he intends to milk it for everything that it’s worth. If it means that he needs to be a good boy and follow every order Sho gives him to the dot, so be it.
“What’s that?”
The prompting sends him into an unexpected stutter, but Nino tries, he tries harder. “Y-yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I want this. I really do.” Nino tries to steady his uneven breath and tries again. “Sho-san, please.”
Sho presses the entire length of his cock into the hole they both have prepped in one smooth push. Nino wails outright, panting heavily with his arms shaking tiredly. Sho rocks his body back and forth slightly to wait for Nino, watching Nino’s expression of pain being washed away with pleasure bit by bit. Silence comes down on them for a while, but there is ragged breathing-one Nino realizes isn’t his, it must be Sho’s - before Sho speaks again. “Good boy.”
Nino begins to cry out in time with Sho pounding into him. His eyes are dazed as they are locked with Sho’s. His hand is still wrapped around his own weeping cook, unable to do anything but holding on as ordered.
“Eyes open,” Sho reminds him breathlessly.
Nino forces his eyes open, not realizing that he has shut them. He continues to moan, high and almost screaming, as Sho renders him senseless with every firm thrust, leaving him with nothing but pulsating hardness in his tight grip and Sho’s hot cock in his ass.
“Come for me, Kazu,” Sho breathes into his lips. Their eyes are so close, Sho’s with a sharp and burning gaze, Nino’s glazed with pleasure. “Come.”
Only then Nino moves his grip to give the long awaited pump on his cock, clenching himself tight and sending Sho to scream with his own pleasure and tighten his grip on Nino’s neck. He feels his orgasm slamming into him in full force and surrenders to the wave of pleasure achingly. Sho comes right after him, with two powerful last thrusts that send them both flat on the bed, a heap of messy and breathless sweaty and sated bodies.
“Kazu,” Sho says weakly, his lips trembling as he peppers Nino’s face with light pecks.
His name endearingly coming out of Sho’s mouth at that moment is the most beautiful thing Nino has ever heard, and he closes his eyes and mutters a soft, “Yes.”
Part 2