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all that matters in my opinion is that the dynasty lasts

[It's been a few weeks of working pretty much non-stop. A new gang had been building strength, moving in from Tokyo, and while they could have just crushed it, the plan had been to grab their resources in the process. In the end they had a few new recruits, more money, and some well deserved time off. Among other things.

Chuuya was torn between going out by hiself (maybe get laid), or taking his subordinates out to spoil them a little. They deserved it.

He's in the middle of getting ready for either - using makeup to cover the dark circles from his lack of sleep, changing into some casual clothes with less blood on them - when he gets a message to come to the boss' office. And he's straight back in work mode, no delay or hesitation. He calls Hirotsu as he walks to the elevator, telling him that drinks that night are on Chuuya whether or not he can join them, and then he heads up.]

You needed to see me, boss?

[He bows as he walks in. If there's another mission, he's ready to go. Actually he could use a more straightforward job, to get the blood pumping.]

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[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.

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