continued...
Part 1
When a still somewhat angry Nino, dressed in his proper work attire, a bag filled with work utensils thrown over his shoulder, was standing in front of a flat in one of Tokyo’s rather expensive apartment blocks that afternoon, pressed the doorbell and Sakurai Sho opened the door, Nino’s jaw and bag almost dropped to the floor simultaneously.
Now, Nino had already expected someone semi-attractive-or at least he had imagined it. Sakurai Sho’s voice was the hell of a voice; deep, dark, raspy, and it went all high up when he got angry or annoyed. He usually laughed a throaty and deep laughter, and the way he would whisper to himself sometimes at night during their calls was the most erotic whisper Nino had ever heard.
Nino had secretly started imagining this man to be rather attractive to begin with, and sometimes he had even expanded his thoughts further than that.
But the man standing in front of him now was exceeding any kind of expectations Nino had had. Not only was he rather tall; he also seemed to be built very well, his lips pink and plush, his eyes big, brown and round-a wide jaw, broad, rather sloping shoulders, a nice, modern haircut. And boy, the tanktop hanging off of that toned torso, revealing strong arms and a muscular upper body made Nino’s mouth water helplessly.
If he had thought Sakurai Sho’s voice was rather attractive to begin with, then his looks only enhanced the whole picture even further, making it perfect.
Oh shit, was all Nino could think at that sight.
“Nihon Electronics,” he heard himself say, but his voice broke off unnaturally and he had to clear his throat before repeating the greeting. “I was sent here because one Sakurai-san made an appointment.”
Nino had counted on Sakurai not immediately recognizing him, and it seemed to work; the taller man didn’t pay much attention to Nino’s nametag and just nodded, stepping to the side to let Nino in.
“Yes, I’m having trouble with my internet,” Sakurai sighed, nodding again as he watched Nino enter his clean and luxurious looking flat, closing the door behind him. Nino could feel goose bumps spreading all over his skin, and suddenly the imagination of losing his job didn’t seem that horrible anymore. If he might possibly get fired because he had slept with a customer-and if said customer happened to be Sakurai Sho-then Nino would certainly not protest, as bad as Nino felt for even admitting such a thing.
“I read the reports,” Nino clarified while slipping out of his shoes and following Sakurai into the living-room. It looked neat and clean everywhere, but honestly, Nino was shamelessly staring at the taller man’s behind instead and couldn’t care less about any kind of furniture choices at the moment, as nice as they might seem.
The taller man stopped right next to his huge flat-screen TV, pointing down to the modem and the router that were neatly placed on a little shelf, and then turned fully to Nino with a frown on his handsome (Nino didn’t even care how shallow he was being here right now) face. “The router shows that I have internet,” Sakurai explained with a sigh and started to massage his temples with his right hand, “But my modem just-freaks out all the time. Or something. I really don’t know.”
“Let’s see,” Nino simply commented, refraining from getting into detail about what he actually wanted to see right now, and knelt down next to Sho to inspect both the modem and the router.
“My colleague already briefed me about your problems earlier,” he tried to start some smalltalk while checking all the cables and lamps, “He told me-“
“That idiot?” Sho snorted from behind Nino, making the smaller man tense up, “I mean-uh, sorry, maybe he’s your friend? But I’ve been stuck with him for over a month now, he gets all my calls whenever I call your company. And he’s the most useless person I’ve ever talked to when it comes to customer service, seriously…” Sakurai’s voice had turned from rather loud to a mumble during his rambling, and when Nino turned his head to look up to the other man, Sho almost seemed a little embarrassed as he scratched the back of his head.
“Sorry, that was rude, I guess,” he eventually admitted quietly, “The last months just have been really frustrating on me. With deadlines and all. And those internet problems were just the tip of the iceberg-and then this Ninomiya-“ Sho shook his head as if trying to get rid of some memories, “Nevermind,” he finally sighed, “Now you’re here and can hopefully solve the problem once and for all.”
Nino just stared at Sakurai for a while, and then the corners of his lips moved up into a tiny, cattish smirk.
“Yeah, that Ninomiya,” he answered playfully and lifted up the modem that he was still holding in his hands, pointing to a thick, white cable.
Sho frowned again. “What is it? You don’t like him either?”
“Actually that was not what I meant,” Nino shrugged, “I meant that this cable has a lead fracture, as you can see here,” he bent the cable slightly, revealing a little crack, “Something an idiot would have been able to see, nothing worth paying thirty thousand yen only so you can get a technician to come over.”
Sho fell silent.
“Oh, and I don’t know if I could say I like that Ninomiya guy, but I certainly know him very well and I don’t think he’s stupid,” Nino ended his inspection and turned to his bag he had placed next to himself earlier. “I’m gonna change that cable, now. And then-“
“What’s your name, by the way?” Sakurai cut Nino off, making the younger man shiver barely visibly.
Ohhh, finally. Had Sakurai caught on? Nino had been waiting for this moment. He pressed his lips together in order not to grin smugly and looked up to Sho with big eyes.
“Ah, did I forget to introduce myself?” He asked innocently, “How rude of me.”
Nino got up then, suddenly being very aware of not only their significant height difference but also of their closeness, as Sakurai had been standing right next to Nino before the smaller man had got up.
Nino pointed to his nameplate, smiling sweetly up to Sho as he lifted himself to tiptoes so he could reach up to Sho’s ear.
“Ninomiya, at your service,” he whispered silkily, and he could hear Sakurai’s breath hitch in response. “And now I’m gonna get that cable for you, alright, Sakurai-san? Although I should be mad at you, shouldn't I? For complaining about me? I was pretty mad when you told me about it, actually. And you didn’t even apologize. But then I came over, and you opened the door, and somehow I didn’t feel so mad at you anymore.”
Nino knew he was risking everything right now, being so close to his customer like that, so close that he could smell the other man’s aftershave. His heart was beating rapidly as well, and he could feel his whole body throb in excitement, growing hot.
But instead of being scared of losing his job, all Nino could think was his scent is another thing to add to the list of ‘reasons for why I should simply jump Sakurai Sho right about now’. The list was terrifyingly long by now, Nino noticed.
But when Nino more heard than saw Sho swallow hard, he knew risking all of this could be so worth it.
“Well, then get your cables, Ninomiya-san,” Sakurai simply ordered darkly, his voice wavering the tiniest bit, “And finish your business here.”
Jackpot.
Nino moved back a step to be able to look Sakurai in the face, and then he simply nodded, cocking his head back the tiniest bit. He could see how Sho’s eyes aimlessly roamed over his face first, then down the slim neck, over his shoulders, his torso, down, down… and it was painfully obvious how much Sakurai approved of what he was seeing.
Well, Nino never really had had issues with either his body image or his confidence.
“As you wish,” Nino smiled now, playfully, and kneeled down on all fours again to pull the thick white cable out of the modem and replace it with the new one. “Just let me crawl behind the TV to plug out the other end of the old cable and replace it with this one,” he commented casually, throwing a glance over his shoulder to look at Sho, and he didn’t even smirk in surprise when he caught Sho shamelessly staring at his ass in return.
Jackpot indeed. Nino crawled forward into the rather tight passage between the TV-table and the wall and plugged out the other end of the white cable so he could push in the end of the new one. The internet would probably already work flawlessly again in a few seconds already.
However… Nino frowned. There was a box right here, a black box squeezed in vertically between the TV-table and the wall.
“What kind of box is this?” Nino immediately asked, and, his curiosity taking over, he was already reaching for it and pulling away its lid as much as possible to sneak a peek.
When a cock ring slipped out of the box and fell into Nino’s hand, he froze.
“B-box?” Sho’s voice cut in, obviously shocked as well, and he gulped noisily. “That-that’s none of your business. Leave it there. Don’t touch it! Do you hear me, Ninomiya? Don’t open it!”
“Whoops,” Nino said dryly.
“I said don’t open it!” Sho hissed from behind him, but before he could protest further, Nino already talked on.
“I didn’t know you were so dirty-minded, Sakurai-san,” he purred in a low voice, unconsciously licking over his upper lip, “Now look at your neat flat, and your neat furniture, and all of your neat calls to my company. The way you would all ordinarily get upset at me, making it so easy for me to tease you all the time… look into the mirror, at your pretty, neat face, at your perfectly neat haircut,” he whispered, staring down fascinatedly at the cock ring that looked so tempting in his palm, “Who would have guessed that hidden behind this perfect and neat masquerade is a dirty-minded pervert?”
Sho cleared his throat loudly, and Nino was absolutely a hundred per cent sure Sho’s face was the colour of a tomato by now.
“Come back from behind there, take your money and leave, Ninomiya,” Sakurai settled on hissing in the end, his dark, raspy voice breaking a little, making Nino shiver involuntarily.
“Ah,” Nino slowly made, protesting, “But that would be a pity, wouldn’t it? I thought you could show me how to put all those dirty perverted things from your dirty perverted box to good use-“
But Sho seemed to have enough now and, before Nino could even protest, there were hands on his hips, grabbing him tightly and pulling him away from behind the TV. Nino immediately grasped the box though, taking it with him, and-just by pure accident-pushed his ass back as well, smirking dirtily when he felt his buttcheeks rubbing against Sho’s pants-covered crotch.
“Mm, Sakurai-san,” Nino sighed quietly, enjoying the friction for as long as it lasted before Sho had pulled Nino fully away from the TV and was already snatching the box out of Nino’s hands, quickly placing it on a shelf high up, probably thinking Nino couldn’t reach it anymore like that.
“Just get your business done and leave, Ninomiya,” Sho repeated embarrassedly, not able to meet the other man’s eyes anymore, and swallowed.
“But my business has changed now, no?” Nino shot back huskily without missing a beat as he shamelessly inspected the already rather prominent bulge in Sho’s sweatpants, his own cock twitching at the sight. When he looked up again and caught Sho’s eyes looking into his own for a moment before he broke the eye contact again, Nino had had enough.
Within half a second, Nino had stepped up to Sho and placed a hand on the other man’s neck, pulling him down to his own height. He was tired of beating around the bush by now, especially when it was so obvious that the other man was interested too. And it wasn’t like they were just beating around the bush for an hour-maybe it was only on Nino’s side, but the smaller man had already felt some kind of certain vibes during their first talk on the phone more than a month ago. And now that Sakurai Sho had called him more often, now that Nino couldn’t get enough of that erotic voice anymore and now that he was actually standing in front of the very subject of his desire, he was tired of playing around.
“Listen,” he started off, their faces already incredibly close to each other. The fact that Sho wasn’t protesting at all (although he wasn’t initiating anything either) was only urging Nino on, and so he continued, “I’m risking my job for this, do you realize that? Isn’t that worth something? And don’t you owe me, don’t you think? You filed in a complaint that you can’t take back anymore, and even without this, I might already lose my job-shouldn’t you make up for that, Sakurai-san?” With every sentence Nino had bent forward more and more, and by now their lips were almost touching. Nino could feel the other man’s ragged breath on his face and the incredible heat that was radiating off of his flushed cheeks.
“Come on,” Nino repeated in a whisper, looking at Sho through half-lidded eyes, and when he licked his lips again, his tongue accidentally touched Sho’s plush, red and tempting lips as well. Nino let his other, free hand reach out to playfully paint a little line down Sakurai’s defined torso, down, down, down… Sho sucked in a lungful of air at that movement and breathed out loudly when Nino’s finger reached the waistband of Sho’s sweatpants and went even further than that, along the (by now very clear) outlines of Sho’s more than half-erect cock.
“Or are you gonna play dumb now, huh? You only like girls, is that it? Or am I not your type? Is that what you want to tell me? However,” Nino frowned and smirked smugly, shamelessly giving the whole package on display a good and tight squeeze with his hand, making Sho’s breath catch in his throat.
“However,” he repeated silkily, “that’s not how it looks like, now is it, Sakurai-san?” Nino concluded seductively, murmuring against the other’s lips.
Sho quietly whimpered at this, his whole body at the verge of giving in, tensed up and trembling barely visibly. But Nino didn’t want to initiate the first kiss, didn’t want to give Sho the option of slithering his way out of responsibility by claiming later that Nino had simply ravished him on the spot and he hadn’t had any chance whatsoever to resist. No. He wanted it differently-he wanted Sho to claim him, to take him-to make him equally as responsible.
Sho turned his face away unexpectedly, his cheeks still covered in a deep blush.
“That’s not how it is,” the older man admitted hesitantly, his voice breaking at the despair he was vocalizing, “It’s just-the last time, it’s been a while…”
Nino refrained from rolling his eyes and instead pulled Sho closer by the nape of his neck, wrapping his lips around the now deliciously offered up earlobe to suckle on it.
“Mmh, right,” he breathed into the ear, grinning as he felt Sho shiver against his grip, “So it’s been a while? You still wouldn’t get rock-hard instantly from me rubbing my ass against your crotch, even when it’s been a while, now would you?Not if you didn’t actually like what I’m doing to you. Isn’t that so, Sho?” Nino sucked on the earlobe again before licking all over the shell of Sho’s ear, and he could almost see how the taller man’s last defenses crumbled down. Finally.
“Sho?” He repeated after what felt like an eternity but was in reality no more than a couple seconds. His hand was still slightly pressed into Sho’s crotch, and by now the taller man was so hard that Nino could feel his dick pulsing through his sweatpants, jumping up into Nino’s grip willingly.
Nino pressed down again. And Sho lost himself completely.
“You little devil-“ The taller man finally growled deeply, his chest vibrating slightly at the sound, and he roughly grabbed Nino by his shoulders and pushed him back. Nino yelped in surprise, really not having expected such a reaction-and for a second he thought he had miscalculated it all and Sakurai was seriously angry with him.
However, when he felt the soft surface of a leather couch under his body and Sho’s body warmth on top of him, Sho’s fingers grasping his face by the chin and a second later Sho’s lips tightly pressing to his own, Nino knew he had won. Completely.
“Mmmmh,” was his only response to it as he smugly wrapped his arms around Sho’s neck, pulling him close and parting his own lips. Sho’s tongue was instantly intruding at that offer, and not so much later both men were already tightly pressed together on the couch, their tongues intermingling and passionately entangling with each other, fighting for the upper hand in the wet kiss. Sho lowly groaned into the kiss over and over again, pushing his whole body weight down on Nino and grinding his hips into Nino’s own, making him shiver at the huge bulge he could feel being pressed against his own crotch. This was too hot to bear, Nino thought, his eyes automatically rolling back into his head on their own volition, and he muffledly moaned into Sho’s mouth, kissing him back languidly, playing with his tongue, hungrily sucking it into his own mouth to nibble on it. His fingers were already lost in Sho’s longish, black hair, pulling on it, pulling Sho closer, closer, pushing his own hips up, grinding them against Sho’s, whimpering at how hard the other man was already-so desperate, so needy…
When both men broke the kiss to gasp for air, Sho didn’t waste any time and started kissing a hot trail down Nino’s chin, over his slender and soft neck, down to his protruding collarbones, licking them, tracing their outlines with his tongue wetly.
“Hngh, Ninomiya-“ Sho whimpered when Nino buckled up his hips against Sho’s crotch especially hard, making the older man groan darkly and raspily, “Gods, undress already, I need to-I need to fuck you so bad-“
Nino, having thrown his head back to give Sho full access to his neck, simply smirked dirtily at those words, a pleasant shiver running down his spine, and he let one of his hands wander down from Sho’s neck to his crotch to cup it rather tightly.
“Call me Nino,” he breathed out, his heart rate having sped up so much that it felt like his whole body was throbbing with it, “And are you that horny, big boy? I merely let you kiss me. Oh Sho, so needy, aren’t we?”
Sho grunted and looked up from under his dark fringe into Nino’s face, licking his plush, forbiddenly tempting lips hungrily at that sight.
“How else should a man like me react when they have a sluttish boy such as yourself spread out before them?” Sho mumbled back darkly without any reservations then, bending forward to capture Nino’s lips in a bruising kiss again and biting down on his lower lip painfully. Nino’s cock twitched.
Fuck, was all he could think for a moment, his will to fight back fuelled up, and he kissed back so hard that his lips burnt and dark stars danced in front of his squeezed shut eyes. Slut. Sakurai Sho had called him a slut, and Nino wasn’t even ashamed of the fact that this turned him on like nothing else. Who would have guessed Sakurai Sho was capable of getting down to his personal preferences that fast?
Sho withdrew after a few seconds of kissing him brutally, grinning winningly at the sight of a flushed Nino under him, gasping for air, and licked his lips hungrily. “Gonna fuck you so hard,” was all he breathed hoarsely against Nino’s mouth before kissing his way down, down, down...
And while Sho was at it, Nino willingly let the older man keep control for a moment: He leant into those strong, warm hands that were roaming over his body, down his skinny torso, under his shirt and right up, pushing the clothing article up to his armpits. It felt like Sho’s hands were everywhere, squeezing his skin, touching it feather-lightly, pressing down at the most sensitive spots… Sho’s nimble fingers soon started playing with Nino’s perky, pink nipples, one of them being teased between Sho’s forefinger and thumb while the other one got enveloped by the heat that was Sho’s mouth, and within just a few minutes, Sho already had Nino whimpering, gasping and rock-hard under him, silently and pathetically begging for more with his every move.
Part 3