indensity | all that matters in my opinion is that the dynasty lasts

[As usual Mori looks like he was posed and waiting especially for Chuuya to arrive, seated at his desk with his fingers primly interlaced atop it. When the executive enters he smiles, watching him move with that familiar look of careful calculation. But it's mixed with something different this time, although it's perhaps difficult to put an exact name to the glint in his violet eyes.]

Yes. Thank you for coming so quickly, Chuuya-kun.

[When Chuuya draws closer Mori gets to his feet and steps around his desk, gloved fingers brushing across several papers that are spread across it. If the other man cares to glance he'll see that they seem to be numbers and information, all data pertaining to the recent acquisitions and outcomes of the Port Mafia's run-ins with the new gang.]

You've been quite busy recently. [The comment is casual, an observation.]

[Chuuya does glance. He usually does, when Mori draws his attention to something. Even he knows it can just as easily be a distraction, that drawing his focus draws it away from something else, but he trusts his boss. And a quick glance is enough for him to recognize those reports. His gaze goes back up again immediately, and he smiles.

So that's what this is about.]

We've all been busy.

[He had help. Of course he did. This kind of job isn't one Chuuya could do by himself, and he knows it. He would have found it easier to just destroy that gang using brute force. But that's not what Mori wanted, so he hadn't even considered doing it alone.

But if he's admitting that right now, it's definitely not because he's humble. He's just hoping for praise.]

[Mori chuckles just once, nodding in agreement.]

Yes, that's true enough. It's only natural given the scale of such business

[He moves away from the desk as he speaks, approaching Chuuya and stopping in front of him.]

But you've been especially diligent these past few weeks, that hasn't gone unnoticed by me.

[While Mori can be intimidating and ruthless to his subordinates he certainly isn't above giving praise where it's deserved. Of course more often than not that praise also has motive behind it. Positive feedback is important to the morale of an organization like the Port Mafia; it ensures loyalty and guarantees that its members are more willing to go the extra distance with less and less doubt in their minds. His motive here is less overarching, but only slightly so.]

[Chuuya has to tilt his head back to look up at Mori when he’s standing this close. He always tries to make it look casual, hands in his pockets, leaning his entire body slightly backwards so he’s standing at an angle. It doesn’t really make it any less obvious how short he is, but he can try.

The praise makes him smile more.]

It was a job worth doing.

[And there had been some violence, so it had been fun in the end, too. Chuuya had taken care of that part all by himself.]

How about a drink to a job well done?

[He chuckles softly, his smile turning a little more bemused as he took a moment to let his gaze take in Chuuya. It seems both appraising an even a little investigative, as if he's inspecting him before another mission. In a way he is.

Mori tilts his head for a moment, humming thoughtfully.]

Perhaps a drink afterwards. Unless you would prefer a drink over my own token of appreciation?

[As he spoke the fingers of one hand raise to pick up the longer ends of Chuuya's hair, trailing the strands between them slowly before letting them fall back into place. Even though his gaze is as intense as ever it is a genuine question... If Chuuya would prefer a drink he'll oblige him.]

[That's definitely not what he was expecting.

Chuuya goes still when Mori touches his hair, eyes widening slightly in surprise. He doesn't pull back, though, just waits, letting his boss do whatever he wants. Anything he wants, which is why it's not difficult for him to make a decision here.]

If you think I've earned it, boss, how could I say no?

[He feels his stomach twist with excitement and a little uncertainty. Those signals were impossible to confuse, but this is still -- new. He only grins, though, refusing to show hesitation in front of his boss, and straightens his back, waiting for instructions.

He wets his lips a little.

Is this really what his boss wants? He really hadn't expected it. He's thought about it before, of course, but it would have seemed disrespectful to ever voice.]

You know I'll always do anything you ask.

[Mori isn't particularly surprised that Chuuya has no protests, but he also wasn't entirely expecting for him to not even question it. Not that he has a particularly deep reason for this suggestion either way, and he approves of the younger man's unflinching resolve... Although it does make him curious about just how much he can take without flinching.]

Yes, your loyalty has never come into question in my mind.

[The hand that had toyed with his hair moves up, fingers tracing along Chuuya's jawline. He wants to see what sorts of reactions he can elicit with slow touches for now, gauging his subordinate's expressions as his thumb traces his lower lip.]

This also isn't the sort of thing I do on a whim.

[That’s the kind of praise that really makes Chuuya preen. Loyalty is important to him, and he knows his boss isn’t naturally a trusting person. He has no doubt he’s been tested at times for that very reason. He’s not naive. Which is why that might just be the best compliment he could receive. ]

Thank you, boss. [He murmurs it, but there’s no pretend at humility from him now, just pride. Then: ] I know.

[Mori Ougai is not known for doing anything on a whim.

He’s really praising Chuuya now, though. He could vibrate with it. It takes a lot of focus to stay still for him because of it. Anyone else, he’d bite their thumb as it passed across his lips, at least playfully. He considers flicking his tongue out against it, but - no. Not yet.

Mori is also the only person who can inspire patience in Chuuya. For a little while, until he’s fully grasped the situation. ]

[Anyone in the Mafia knows that Chuuya can have a quick temper, but Mori finds it interesting to watch him so clearly trying to remain still and reserved like this. He's sure that the executive prefers to be much more teasing and hasty during interactions like this, or at the very least he's accustomed to not feeling like he needs to wait for orders.

But if it's orders he's waiting for, who is he to deny him? After all, this height difference is a little bothersome and there's only one easy way to remedy that...]

Get on the desk, Chuuya-kun.

[He lets his hand fall away and takes a step back.]

[Mori is absolutely right about that. Chuuya is usually challenging during sex, pushing his partner, seeing how far he can go, what he can get away with. He'll throw around insults, make threats, anything to get the kind of reaction he wants. He might like to submit, but he never makes it easy.

This is appealing in a different way. There's a danger in it, not knowing what might happen if he slips up, knowing that he's bound to do just that eventually.

He looks a bit disappointed at the lack of touch, but he's quick to obey, walking over to the desk and jumping up to sit on it.]

Like this? [He makes sure to sit with his legs slightly spread.] Just tell me how you want me.

[Gathering information about the situation, figuring out where the limits are, what he can get away with: He's picked up a few lessons over the years. Just never the one about subtlety.]

[Mori suspected that Chuuya would waste no time in complying, but he can't help a soft chuckle as the man displays that playful nature of his even as he obeys. He's certainly not going to stop him from doing that much as long as he obeys in general. It's more exciting to be able to see that spark of personality, after all.

He steps up to Chuuya, moving right between his spread legs as his hand moves back beneath his chin to tip it up again. Like this there's a little less of a height difference between them, which will make things much more comfortable for the both of them.]

This will do for now. [With that he slowly closes the distance between them, capturing the other's lips in a kiss. But it isn't completely gentle, his teeth nipping at the other's bottom lip.]

[If thinking about what was about to happen wasn't already starting to turn him on, that chuckle would have done it. It also puts him slightly more on the defensive - he's not a fan of being laughed at - but with Mori, it doesn't matter. Even if Chuuya's guard was at full strength, he'd walk straight into danger for him, and this does feel a little bit like that.

He wouldn't want it any other way.

He also doesn't hesitate to kiss back, letting Mori decide the intensity for now, making pleased little sounds at the bites. He wants to bite back. Usually he's the one who bites first. He finally reaches out, one hand landing on Mori's waist, the other gripping the front of his coat. He lets his tongue flick against his boss' lips, teasingly, testing.]

[While for the moment the older man isn't too rough with the kiss he also doesn't hold back. He knows that Chuuya doesn't need to be coddled or handled gently by any extent, so even if he wants to make him wait and push his patience a little he also has no interest in insulting him. This is a reward, after all.

The hand beneath Chuuya's chin slides back so he can thread his fingers through his hair again, a low hum of approval vibrating between their lips as that tongue brushes against him. Mori tilts his head slightly as he opens his mouth to let their tongue meet, deepening the kiss as he takes a slightly more secure hold of the hair in his grip. He gives a small tug, just enough to slightly force the other's head back while also allowing him to gauge the reaction he gets.]

[That hum is encouraging. Chuuya tangles their tongues together, wanting to draw Mori in more, no real interest in taking it slow. He gasps a little at the tug to his hair, then grins, eyes wide and easy to read, filled only with lust. It's not just that he can handle it rough; he wants it that way.

Since Mori has him pulled back slightly, he arches his body, compensating for the balance being taken from him. It also puts the rest of his body slightly closer to the other man. His hand tightens on his waist for a second, and then relaxes, and starts to stroke, up and down, shifting the fabric of his shirt. He wants to slide his hand under it.]

[It's easy enough to understand what Chuuya wants like this, how he's eager to already be pushing forward for more, and while Mori has no intention of letting him fully set the pace he is willing to oblige him a little. That gasp and pleased grin earn another tug to the younger man's hair while his free hand moves to grip Chuuya's hips. With one efficient yank he drags him right to the edge of their desk so their bodies are as close as they can be in their respective positions.

But of course that hand wandering over his shirt hints that even now the executive still wants more. As he kisses him deeper the hand on his hip trails higher, fingers deftly beginning to work at the buttons of his clothes.

Even though Mori gives no direct order he hopes that the implication that Chuuya can reciprocate in beginning to undress him will be enough.]

[Chuuya really couldn't be happier, excitement and anticipation building in his gut. He has no idea what Mori is planning, but he knows he'll go along with it, whatever it is.

He's also getting more and more confident, as Mori's actions seem to encourage him. When he's pulled close he hooks his legs behind Mori's thighs, shameless when he loses himself in the moment, at least until it's pointed out. And his priority isn't so much stripping Mori now - he wants to feel him, he's always secretly craved touch, and here's his chance. He pushes his shirt up finally, slipping his hand under, just to brush his fingers over a bony hip.

For a man who can be so cold and calculating, his skin is warm. But then, Chuuya has always seen him as a very affectionate man; his affection is just more large scale, all-enveloping, and all the more admirable for it.]

[Mori would be quite amused to hear that Chuuya considers him affectionate... It's certainly not a word he's ever heard used to describe himself. While he won't deny that he does have a fondness for certain things or people he would hardly go so far as to call use "affectionate".

But dwelling on such things in a moment like this would only be distracting, and right now what he wants is his subordinate's attention and pleasure. The hand brushing beneath his shirt elicits a smile that Chuuya can no doubt feel against the kiss, before without warning the man's fingers curl a bit tighter into his hair and give another firm yank to make him tilt his head back and expose his neck.

Suspecting that the action will meet with little resistance Mori leans in in one swift motion to leave light bites against the other man's neck, although he's careful to not bruise... At least not where it might be easily visible. Meanwhile his free hand trails back down the redhead's side to rest on his knee, only remaining still for a moment before it runs up the expanse of his thigh.]

[Chuuya gasps again at the pull, and the way it makes his scalp sting. His legs tighten a bit around Mori, to help him keep his balance, more out of reflex than any real need. This is so good. He drags his nails over Mori's hip, just to see if he can.

He always does that. He loves to push, see what happens, see how far he can take it. It was only a matter of time.]

Yeah. You don't need to hold back with me, boss.

[As if Mori doesn't know, but he still wants to encourage it. He's already getting hard, visible in his tight pants, getting uncomfortable fast. he shifts a little under Mori's touch.

And then, impatiently, he starts to get his coat open, so he'll be able to reach more skin to touch.]

[A low hum of approval rumbles near Chuuya's ear as those nails scratch over his skin, a clear indication that in this case he isn't pushing too far.

There's another brief scrape of teeth against his throat before Mori draws back a little, attention briefly glancing down to the other man's clear arousal. Again a smirk curls his lips, but it's an expression of approval as opposed to anything mocking or taunting. But he can't resist the urge to do a bit of pushing of his own, so his fingers drag higher up Chuuya's thigh, nails just barely able to be felt through the fabric of his gloves and the other's pants. They grace dangerously close to the other's erection but never quite get there, purposefully teasing now.]

You get riled up quite easily, don't you...?

[Chuuya can feel himself start to flush at being called out, even if it's not meant to be mocking. He shifts where he's seated, trying to encourage the touch.]

If I'm with someone really worth my attention.

[Which his boss definitely is.

Although it's also a lie. He really always gets riled up easily, and his buttons are easy to find and even easier to push. The only truth to it is that if he decided someone wasn't worth his attention, he'd kick them in the face before they got that far.

He's got enough buttons open now that he can slide a hand over Mori's chest, pushing the fabric away to get to skin.]

Besides, I don't know what you'll do.

[And that gets to him.]

And I am? What an honor.

[There's clearly a hint of teasing in his voice, and he allows Chuuya's hands to push open his shirt and run over his skin. He leans into the touch as his own hands tug again at his subordinate's hair before his fingers finally deem to rub against his arousal through the fabric of his pants. The touch is brief and definitely not enough to sate the younger man, fingers just tracing the shape as he presses closer between his legs.]

Do you like that sense of mystery and excitement, then...?

[He gives a small squeeze before his hand runs back up along Chuuya's side to rest on his hip for just a moment before he resumes unbuttoning his clothes. He doesn't want the other to be the only one enjoying some skin-to-skin contact, so once he has the redhead's clothing loose enough he trails his fingers up beneath his shirt to explore the lean muscle of his torso.]

[Chuuya moans, just a little, shifting where he sits, wanting to push up against Mori's hand but lacking the leverage. And it's too brief - just a tease, enough to make him start to think of ways to get more.]

You know you are.

[He's the boss, so how could he be anything less?]

I like knowing I won't be bored.

[Chuuya has never been very good at answering those kinds of questions directly. He doesn't want to admit to what he wants; he doesn't want to risk not getting what he wants. But it's a clear challenge, too, and he grins to make that even clearer.

Then he pushes Mori's shirt and coat off, leaning in to press his lips to his chest, scraping his teeth lightly up towards his collarbone.]

[And he's right that Mori does not that, but it's still pleasing to hear someone admit such a thing outright. Not because he necessarily even has an ego that he needs stroked, but it's just exciting to draw such answers out of partners.]

As do I.

[And he doubts that Chuuya will be boring. Everything else he does is so dramatic and purposefully and fiery, and he knows that intimacy will be no different.

The feeling of teeth dragging over skin brings another grin to his lips, fingers running through the younger man's hair before dragging down across his back. The sensation is pleasing and makes him lean forward, pressing into it for more as he deems it worthy enough to reward him with another rub between his legs. He grins the heel of his hand slowly against Chuuya's arousal, leaning in to nip his ear.]

[This time, Chuuya manages to hold back his moan, though his body jerks forward, threatening to slip off the edge of the desk. He bites down on Mori's shoulder, hiding the way he wants to gasp. He's getting impatient.

He's also getting more confident, which means cocky. He slides his hands down, pushing under the waistband of Mori's pants, and for a second it seems like he's threatening to push them off like that. He'd rip them if he did. He could.

He won't.]

Want me to suck you off, boss?

[He licks across the bite mark he just left behind. His hands slide around without breaking contact, pushing Mori's arms out of the way, searching out the fastening to his pants.]

Or do you want me some other way?

[It's certainly a wise move for Chuuya to resist the urge to rip his boss' clothes, although the bite does earn him a short intake of breath. It's just a small reaction, but it's enough to indicate that Mori doesn't seem to mind that sort of thing. Of course he does retort with another light tug to the other's hair as if to remind him that he is still the one in charge.

That offer earns a pleased hum though and he moves back slightly, running his hands down the redhead's body while allowing him to have better access to undoing his pants.]

I want you quite a few ways. [He chuckles, grinning a little.]

But I suppose we can start there since you offered so nicely.

[Chuuya doesn't want to take control from his boss. He does want to see how far he can push it, though, see what he can get away with before he's stopped. That feels like a dangerous thing to try with Mori, but the hornier Chuuya gets, the less he thinks about his actions.

And that chuckle is making goosebumps rise across his skin. He wants more.]

What ways do you want me?

[He looks up at Mori's face as he asks the question, and then down to his pants. He gets them open, and then starts to slide down from the desk, to drop to his knees.]

[Mori likes this position, with Chuuya on his knees trapped between himself and the desk. It means he has even less control, and that he can't easily move around in any other way than he allows. Of course the fact that the man seems to like (or at least not mind) having his hair played with gives him more options in that vein.

A hand smoothed down through the other's hair to ensure that he could properly see his face, wanting to have a good view of his striking eyes as he looked up at him.]

Well the first thing I was thinking of was having you bent over my desk. I think you'd look very good like that, squirming around under me.

[Chuuya had expected Mori to move, to lean against the desk so Chuuya could get in front of him. The hard wood of the desk behind him forces him to straighten his back, and already his head is bumping back into it.

He looks up at the touch to his hair.]

I don't squirm.

[No one believes that. But if that's what Mori wants, Chuuya is going to make him work for it. He'll hold himself back, as much as possible, for as long as possible. He gives him a cocky grin.

And then tugs at his pants to pull them down just an inch, making it easier to reach in for his cock. Although the lack of space he's given means it's awkward to do either way.]

Oh? Well I look forward to you proving me wrong, then.

[And clearly he's doing a little teasing of his own as well as goading Chuuya on, since he knows that he is both eager to please and eager to prove others wrong.

Mori does shift back slightly to give him more room to move, not wanting him to be too completely uncomfortable and to give him the room to get his pants open more properly. He's certainly excited for this so while he does want to take his time to an extent he would also prefer to not be kept waiting too long.]

[The goading is working. He was already going to prove himself, but now he really has to work hard. Starting with the task in front of him. He may have a bit more room now, but when he pulls out Mori's cock it still hits him in the face, making him have to lean his head back as much as possible. That's okay, though. He grins.

And he'll lightly stroke it for a moment, just so he can admire it, before leaning in again to have a taste. He drags his tongue over the tip, swirls around it, eyes sliding shut like he's enjoying himself. His boss' dick. Something he's definitely wondered about before. And now here he is, on his knees, experiencing this for real.

He could really worship his boss like this.]

[Since Chuuya seems to like attention to his hair Mori continues to slowly run his fingers through the coppery strands as he watches him free his cock and stroke it. It's certainly a pleasant sight, and while he isn't a vocal person during intimacy the look in his eyes makes it clear enough that he's enjoying the view.

But he does want to reward his subordinate's good behavior, so when he finally leans in to run his tongue across the tip and experiment he goes let out a low hum of approval. For now he's not going to push for more, simply taking in whatever Chuuya does.]

[Chuuya does like the touch. It makes him sigh, exaggerating his own reaction just a little bit to let his breath gust over Mori’s cock.

And he’s taking it slow at first. Not to tease, just to explore, make sure he gives his boss the attention he deserves, get them both warmed up. He wants it to be obvious how much he appreciates him. He presses his lips in a path down the shaft, then trails his tongue back up to the tip. ]

You have a perfect cock.

[He could do this all day, he thinks. He takes the head carefully between his lips, testing how it feels, enjoying the weight on his tongue before starting to work it a little deeper. ]

[The feeling of hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin makes him murmur in approval. The sight of Chuuya taking his time to lavish attention over his cock is only more arousing and he continues to smooth his fingers through the other's hair. Once in a while he gives a small tug or lets his nails drag along the other's scalp the encourage him along.]

Good boy.

[Since Chuuya seems to like talking a little he has no problem with giving him a bit of praise in return. He looks good like this, especially when he takes his cock back into his mouth and takes it in further. Mori lets out another approving hum and nudges his hips forward a bit.]

[Chuuya likes how sucking cock allows him to get the other person going, get them on edge. Usually he's the impatient one, and he likes to return the favor, to make sure they don't have too much of an advantage over him. That, and it's just fun. A chance to show off his skills.

There are multiple reasons, but the fact is, when Mori compliments him several of those reasons fall away. It's just two words, and each of them sends a jolt through his cock. He feels his cheeks heat up slightly. He shifts a little, tempted to touch himself.

It can wait. He can restrain himself occasionally, if he's got something important enough to focus on. Every time Mori encourages him, Chuuya responds immediately, taking him a little deeper again. When Mori moves his hips, he takes the hint, tilting his head back to get a better angle for this. He pulls off, lips tightening just below the head, and he sucks to create a vacuum, upping the intensity as he prepares himself. Then he moves forward, working himself up to taking him all the way.

He's determined to really impress his boss now.]

[Mori is glad that Chuuya seems to be so receptive to the attention and encouragement. He was curious about just how much coaxing or even demanding he might have to be to keep him on track and patient, but it seems that his subordinate's eagerness to please is winning out.

When the other's lips tighten around his cock before taking him in much deeper it pulls another low groan of approval from his throat, his breath coming a little shorter. For the moment he stills his hips though, allowing Chuuya to swallow down all of him. While it would certainly be exciting to see what sort of expressions the redhead were to make if he did make him choke and gag for the moment he prefers it like this, watching him focus and dedicate himself to pleasing his boss.]

Good, like that...

[It's so incredibly satisfying to be able to take his boss all the way, to feel him slide into his throat, Chuuya's nose almost pressed into his pubes. He pulls back, breathing in through his nose, glancing up to see his boss' expression. He'd look smug himself if he could.

But it's also just hot. He takes him in again, groaning a little himself before he feels his airways cut off. He keeps going like that, setting a pace that's gradually increasing. It's filthy, and delicious, his lips glistening with spit, and it's so easy to just lose himself in what he's doing.

He slides a hand between his legs to give his own cock a squeeze. It's doing this for someone that really gets him going, makes the heat build and build, in a way that having it done to him never could. He wants to touch himself. He pops open his pants and pulls down the zipper, just relieving some pressure at first. ]

[For as exciting as it is to watch and feel Chuuya take him into his mouth and down his throat so eagerly each time, Mori also doesn't want to rush the moment and come too soon. The same goes for his subordinate; it just won't do to have him getting too eager and finishing himself before they can really get to the best parts for both of them. There's still quite a bit to do, after all.

When he notices the redhead undo his pants Mori shifts a little to press the top of his shoe between the other's legs, simultaneously putting pressure against his cock while making it difficult for his hand to get in and relieve himself more. At the same time he gives another small tug to the younger man's hair, nails lightly dragging over his scalp.]

Don't get too hasty, Chuuya-kun. Only I get to say when you can finish, understand?

[Chuuya groans and nearly gags as that foot distracts him from what he's doing, and he has to pull about halfway off, just so he can breathe. He starts to glare, decides that's a bad idea, looks a little bit lost for a second, before just nodding quickly. His dick is throbbing against Mori's foot.

Now he really wants more. Of course Mori gets to decide the pace, he'd never challenge his right to control, but the more Chuuya is told to be patient the more impatient he gets. He swallows down around his cock a few times, and then pulls against the grip on his hair to take him deeper again, get back to what he was doing so he can taste more precome on his tongue.

He shifts his hips, trying to ease the pressure of that foot, because it's so tempting to just rub himself against it.]

[It's impossible for him to resist letting out a soft chuckle as he sees that conflict play out on Chuuya's face and he presses his foot up against his cock a little harder. Of course given how needy the other is it probably comes as both a torment and a relief while he smooths his hand through his hair.]

Don't look so worried, I'm not going to leave you wanting. I just want you to finish too fast. And discipline is important, you know?

[But of course he also knows that such a thing is hardly the redhead's specialty and he doesn't intend to punish him too harshly. After a few more moments of the other's mouth moving around him he lets out a low groan and pulls back a little.]

Are you ready to move on, Chuuya-kun? [Of course he knows the answer.]

[Chuuya groans again, the sound definitely strained. That's a little too much pressure, not quite painful but close enough to it to be worrying. It easily rids him of any desire to rub himself against that foot. What it doesn't do is make him any less frustrated.

When Mori pulls back, he licks his lips, and then leans after his cock to lick across the head again, just for a last taste, just to gather up any precome there. Just because his boss deserves the attention, the admiration. Then he finally nods.]

Yes, boss.

[He doesn't get up, but waits for instruction. It's clear he's impatient, though.]

And I'm not worried. [He was, a little - He has a point to prove about how much he can take here.] No matter how you want to do this, I can handle it.

[While Mori is admittedly rather impressed by Chuuya's continued patience, as things are he wouldn't mind him showing a little more... Initiative. But it's fine regardless, he can provide more specific instruction if that's what Chuuya needs. So he taps a finger under the other's chin, putting just a bit of pressure into the touch to tip his head back and guide him to stand.]

Stand facing the desk with your hands on it, please.

[Without waiting for the redhead to comply- he's confident that he will- he moves momentarily around to the other side of his desk to fetch something from inside it. When he circles back around the desk he places a bottle of lube casually nearby, violet eyes glancing towards the other expectantly to see if he's obeyed in the meantime.]

[Mori has trained him too well. He doesn't want to upset his boss, so he's acting more cautiously than he would with anyone else, letting him take the lead the way he was clearly always meant to. He's the one person whose authority Chuuya wouldn't challenge.

Although not acting out is a literal struggle, and it gets harder the more turned on he is. He stands up, turns around as instructed, but even with his hands on the desk it's easy enough to twist his body so that he can watch Mori move around. Seeing the lube, he spreads his legs a little more, eagerly, encouraging, hopeful.]

Don't bother taking your time. I don't need it.

[That came out a little more demanding than it probably should.]

You could fuck me just like this.

[Mori can't help but chuckle at the confident tone and cocky claim, pausing in removing his gloves to shoot Chuuya an unashamedly bemused look.]

Oh? Do you prefer skipping straight to it without full preparation?

[He chuckles, purposefully taking his time reaching around to get the redhead's pants open and yanked down before he runs a bare hand down the curve of his spine and over his ass. Then he gives a light slap; not nearly enough to cause too much pain or even leave a mark, but enough to tease and make the other pay attention.]

It would be a shame if you couldn't work properly because I was careless.

all that matters in my opinion is that the dynasty lasts

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