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 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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