indensity | 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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[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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