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It’s been two weeks since the incident at the amusement park and today, Draken has finally woken up.
That means it’s time for celebration.
Takemichi is usually lowkey about his habit of letting loose at clubs, but since Souya found out and confessed that he, too, likes to go out to have fun without his brother’s watchful eyes, he’s been bolder with both his outfit and actually having fun at the clubs.
Tonight, they both decided to go to one of those fancy exclusive clubs.
Smokey eye makeup, gloss on his lips, tight jeans short, loose crop top with wide neckline. He feels like he’s on top of the world, everyone’s attention is on him as he grinds his ass to Souya’s crotch at the bar. His partner in crime is dressed to kill; ripped pants, luminous satin dress shirt unbuttoned all the way to show off his hard-earned abs.
They make a beautiful pair, catching the eyes of anyone who’s interested and even ones that are not. There’s just something very arresting about two beautiful people who are totally into each other, lost in each other.
“Souya,” Takemichi whines, desperate and lustful. “I’m - I’m so hard.”
In hindsight, maybe he shouldn’t have taken every free drink offered to him by hopeful men. Same goes to Souya.
“Keep doing that,” the taller man moans into Takemichi’s neck, humping forward to get what little friction he can get in their clothed state. “Feel like I’m gonna explode in my pants. So good.”
They’re both totally drunk, and that means they’re totally horny too. That’s why they’re humping and teasing each other at the bar instead of dancing on the dance floor.
Souya gropes Takemichi’s dick through the pants, earning him a startled hiss from Takemichi. The younger man grinds back harder, and they’re basically making a spectacle of themselves by acting like two cats in heat.
Takemichi turns around and throws his hands around Souya’s neck to pull him for a wet, messy kiss. Spits are swapped. They’re biting, licking, and sucking. Takemichi might come from this alone. His eyes roll back as Souya grabs his thigh and puts his leg around his waist to put their crotches together. The friction is driving him nuts.
Souya backs him to the wall beside the bar aisle and uncaring of the eyes on them, they start frotting against each other.
“Mm! Ah! Ah! Souya! Harder!” Takemichi moans unashamedly. His voice is drowned out by the loud thumping music in the club anyway.
Souya hears him perfectly clear and latches onto his neck, biting down to keep his own moans down as he presses even harder.
Just as Takemichi is about to cum in his pants, a voice cuts through his haze.
“What do we have here?”
*
Takemichi doesn’t know where they are. His memory is hazy between the club and now. The room they’re thrown in has a very nice couch that goes in U shape, so he drags Souya to it and resumes their interrupted session.
“Michi, wait,” Souya sluggishly tries to stop him from climbing on top of him, but Takemichi doesn’t want to listen to him. He straddles Souya’s crotch and moans as he grinds their dicks together.
Souya is quickly losing the battle. “Michi,” he moans. “You’re gonna make me cum.”
“Cum,” Takemichi urges, and Souya immediately does, clutching onto Takemichi’s bare thighs with his mouth hanging open and eyes rolling back. The sight turns Takemichi on more and he grinds down harder, eyes glazed and tongue lolling out.
If they’d been more sober, they would have noticed the people entering the room one by one.
They don’t, so they carry on.
*
Wakasa didn’t know what he expected when Sanzu sent out the notice for everyone to gather in the meeting room, but it was not this.
This; Hanagaki Takemichi on his back, legs spread apart getting his cock sucked. Wakasa doesn’t know who the blue haired kid is, but the way he’s sucking that cock like a champ is all that he needs to know about him.
He sits down beside Benkei, eyes not leaving the two on the opposite side of the massive couch. “What’s going on?” he asks.
Benkei has laser focus on the two boys. “Fuck if I know. Got here and they’re already like this.”
Their conversation is interrupted by a loud moan from Takemichi.
“Souya! Souya!” he writhes on the couch. ‘Souya’ dutifully holds him down as he sucks the life out of Takemichi. It looks painful, and yet, so good, for Takemichi. He writhes but pushes his cock deeper into Souya’s mouth as he comes with a long loud moan. He looks so delicious.
Wakasa isn’t the type of person who gets hard from porn, but he can feel himself getting stiff inside his pants watching Souya open his mouth to show off the cum Takemichi releases before he swallows. Fuck.
Benkei grunts, breathing through his nose heavily. Wakasa doesn’t need to look at him to know he’s even more affected.
It seems like Souya and Takemichi aren’t done. Wakasa leans back and enjoys the show. He’ll see if he can get in-between that later.
*
When he got the text from Sanzu, Shion contemplated not going.
Listen, he knows he used to be hot shit, but that all changed when he saw how the new generation is running the era. He knows he’s old news, embarrassingly weak compared to everyone else, and nobody wants to hear what he has to say. He’s just a little boost to the already stacked lineup that makes up the Kanto Manji gang top brass.
He glad he went anyway, because what the fuck is this?
Sex is something that both repulses him and excites him. He has no idea where his triggers begin and end. All he knows is that he likes sex, but he doesn’t know how to make it good for him.
Seeing the two lost in each other and having what look like the best sex in the world, he feels an instant craving to be a part of that. He’s glad he’s only the third person to enter the room, that means he has less audience when he chooses not to sit on the couch but instead stands leaning against the wall facing the two. Sitting down would be hell for him right now. His cock has filled out and it feels like it’s drilling a hole in his pants.
Behind the two other top members of Kanto Manji, he touches himself through his pants, rabid eyes watching Hanagaki and his friend.
Hanagaki has his friend on his back, pushing away his already unbuttoned shirt so he can suck on the two dark nubs. The other boy hisses and grips Hanagaki’s head tight, his bulge a wet stain on his tight dark pants. Hanagaki’s soft cock is hanging out and rubbing on his friend’s abs every now and then. They look so fucking hot.
What happened? How did they get here? Did Sanzu? Most probably.
Ugh. He feels so hot under his clothes.
Hanagaki’s friend seems to have sobered up a little. “Michi, we have an audience,” he whispers to him.
Hanagaki blinks slowly then turns his head sideways. Upon seeing the company they have, he only spares a few seconds to be confused before he’s diving back in kissing his friend.
*
Hanma’s first reaction upon entering the room is cackling loudly.
“Damn, free sex show from Hanagaki?”
The last time he’d seen the infamous blond was the night Draken got shot. He’d looked like his world had come crashing down around him, despondent and traumatized. None of that is present now. He must have been drinking or taking some kind of substance because he looks like he’s so far gone he can’t even acknowledge Hanma’s arrival with Mochi.
“What the fuck is Sanzu up to now?” Mochi grumbles harshly, but he’s not taking his eyes off the two on the couch.
Takemichi opens his eyes a fraction. “Who…”
Sanzu must have done a number on him. He looks like he doesn’t even care about being naked from waist down, legs spread open as his blue haired friend hugs him from behind while pulling at his nipple and pumping his red cock.
“Michi, you’re so slutty,” Souya moans. He’s lost his top and his cock is freed, rubbing against Takemichi’s back. “You like being watched by everyone, don’t you?”
Takemichi sobs, sweet, poor thing that he is. “No,” he drags out the whine, eyes screwed shut. “Souya, you’re the one who likes doing this in front of everyone.”
In Hanma’s opinion, it’s both of them, but he’s not about to put in his two cents when he can just watch them. He makes himself comfortable in the middle of the U-shaped couch, wishing he’d brought a blunt to enjoy this show with. He wonders how they would both look like with weed in their system.
“Where the fuck is Sanzu?” Wakasa asks the room.
”Beats me,” Hanma replies. “Is this what he calls us for?” He cackles. “How generous of him.”
“Never knew these little shits have it in them,” Mochi says, grinning menacingly. He’s not hiding his massive bulge, openly massaging it. “I knew this Kawata bitch can take a dick though.”
Souya finally looks away from his partner, pinning Mochi down with a look of disdain, only dampened by his heavy lids. “Shut your mouth.”
Mochi guffaws. He likes that. “What? Can take a beating but can’t take a joke? Didn’t think you’re a prude with your dick hanging out like that.”
Souya turns Takemichi’s head and kisses him filthily, lips barely touching and tongues lashing out at each other gently for everyone to see. Souya lets him go with one last suck and looks at Mochi condescendingly. “You can’t handle me.”
That’s a challenge, if Hanma has ever heard of one. Mochi gets it immediately, lips stretching into a truly ugly grin.
”Souya, stop talking to them,” Takemichi whines, pawing at Souya’s chest. Souya kisses him in apology.
“Would you like to take over now?”
He really should have brought that blunt.
*
Ran knows Sanzu is a sadist, but he didn’t think he’s a masochist as well.
Hanagaki Takemichi, naked as the day he was born, all on four on the white couch sucking Kawata Souya’s dick sloppily. They look like they’ve been going at it for a while, those marks and fluids are enough proof. There’s no saving the couch from those deep stains. He can’t wait for Koko to get here.
“Michi,” Souya moans, and Ran feels more than sees his brother stiffening beside him. “So good, so good! Your mouth is so good!”
“What the hell?” Rindou hisses.
Ran chuckles. This is definitely top tier entertainment. Aside from the live porn show, the other side of this situation is equally entertaining. A quick sweep of the room tells him that Mochi is the only one confident enough to whip out his cock and jerk off. Hanma and Benkei are not doing anything about their bulges. Wakasa is cool as a cucumber.
Behind the other executives, Shion is the opposite of Wakasa. The man has a hand down his pants, droopy eyes fixed on Takemichi and Souya as he moans under his breath with every pump of his hand.
Freak. He’s always been such a little freak. Ran would have to teach him a lesson, again. Who told him he could do whatever he wants?
His attention is dragged back by Souya’s loud shout. He has Takemichi’s head in one hand, dragging him off his cock. “Stop! I almost came again!” he whines.
Takemichi seems to like that. He leans forward and with the tip of his tongue, teases Souya’s slit. “Come in my mouth.”
Ran couldn’t blame Souya for not being able to resist that. Takemichi looks every bit like Mikey’s wet dreams, drinking Souya’s release with delight and even sucking more when he swallows everything, torturing Souya into overstimulation. They’re so fucking nasty. Ran loves it. Maybe they can teach Shion a thing or two about being a good slut.
He looks at his brother and chuckles at the absolutely enraptured face he’s making. He shifts to whisper in his ears. “Are they turning you on?”
There’s no need for a vocal answer. Rindou’s hard-on is telling enough. “Aniki,” his sweet little brother whines.
If they’re not surrounded by other people, except Shion, and perhaps Takemichi and Souya, Ran wouldn’t hesitate to help him with it. Too bad. Perhaps another time.
Souya looks at everyone watching them. “Does anyone have a lube?”
*
Drinks are being distributed when Kakucho gets to the meeting room, and he immediately makes a beeline towards Ran to take a cup even though he’s made it clear that drinks are not for him months ago. He needs it to get through this.
“What the fuck is going on?” he asks Koko the moment the other man arrives. “Why is Takemichi here and… doing that?”
Koko shrugs, nursing his own drink while pretending not to be interested in what’s going on. “Hell if I know. I came here because of Sanzu’s text. Same as everyone.”
Kakucho looks back to the couch and swallows heavily. One of Takemichi’s legs is up on his blue haired friend’s shoulder while the man has three fingers scissoring Takemichi’s hole. Takemichi looks so filthy, clawing at the couch and moaning his friend’s name every time his tiny bundle of pleasure is hit. There’s nothing hiding his body, exposed for everyone to see.
Kakucho takes another large sip.
It’s not like he never imagined Takemichi like this. In fact, his puberty was a train wreck and the thoughts of Takemichi were what got him through the terrible ordeal. And now everything he’s ever dreamed of is happening right in front of him.
“Souya, hurry!” Takemichi begs.
Oh fuck. He’s getting hard in his pants. It’s too much. This room is too hot and he feels thirsty even though the AC is on and he has a drink in hand.
Takemichi’s hard cock is leaking, staining the couch beyond repair. He’s pumping it clumsily, trying to find release that his friend isn’t giving him fast enough. Kakucho feels a burning in his chest, desperately wanting to go over there and give him everything he wants. He can almost taste him on his tongue.
Takemichi’s friend, and Kakucho almost loathes to call him that when he should be the one in his place, kisses Takemichi’s leg as he slowly starts pushing in. The sight of Takemichi taking a cock is seared into his eyes. He forgets everything and everyone in the room, only focused on the way Takemichi easily takes it into his soft body. Shit. Kakucho wants to be the one to do that.
“Good boy,” Takemichi’s friend praises softly, his eyes tender and touch even gentler. He straddles Takemichi’s other leg and starts fucking the other boy with wild abandon.
Kakucho isn’t proud of the fact that he almost comes from Takemichi’s moans alone.
*
“I’m not in the mood for this,” Mikey says darkly.
Sanzu swallows and keeps his gaze down as he follows Mikey dutifully from behind. “I assure you, it’s something you’d want to see.”
The door to the meeting room is half open, and Mikey pushes it all the way without warning.
The first thing that Sanzu notices is the loud moaning and tell-tale sounds of slapping. Shocked, he pushes forward and is treated to the most fucking ridiculous sight.
Hanagaki Takemichi, ass up with Kawata Souya’s dick drilling his hole without a care about the audience watching them. They’re a fucking audience, with the way they’re drinking and doing nothing to stop the two degenerates.
“What the fuck is going on?!” he bellows.
The other executives turn to him and instead of immediately standing up to pay their respect, they toast and turn back to the show. Koko approaches him and Mikey. He also has a fucking drink in hand. What the fuck.
“That’s what we’d like to ask you,” Koko says lightly. “They were already like this when we got here. We don’t know what we’re supposed to do because you didn’t tell us shit.”
Fuck. Maybe that’s on him. But how the fuck was he supposed to know they can’t keep their fucking hands to each other?
He pales and turns to Mikey. “Mikey - “
He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t Mikey watching the whole scene with no distaste, only mild interest.
Shit. He brought them here to… he doesn’t know what exactly, but it definitely wasn’t for these two having fun. They’re supposed to be terrified or at the very least not ignoring everyone in the room. Why did nobody think to stop them?
Takemichi moans loudly and despite himself, he immediately understands. He curses violently.
Mikey goes straight for the seat at the head of the massive couch. The other executives finally straighten up and leave their drinks on the table to pay Mikey the attention he deserves.
“Takemitchy,” Mikey calls the bitch with the infamous affectionate nickname.
Takemichi raises his head to look at Mikey through his teary eyes. Souya slows down to give him room to breathe. In the meantime, he greets Mikey. “Hey, Mikey, long time no see,” says the blue-haired man.
Mikey does not show a visible reaction. “Does your brother still not know of your late night outings with Takemitchy?”
Souya chuckles and bends down to lick Takemichi’s tears. “At least he’s fucking us now. What about you, Mikey? Do you wanna fuck us?”
The audacity of this bitch. Mikey doesn’t look repulsed by the question. He doesn’t look like anything, in fact. Sanzu can’t fucking read him.
“Souya, Souya, gonna come. Wanna come,” Takemichi moans, pushing back his ass.
“Baby, be good for Mikey,” Souya coos. “Do you remember his cock? He always fucks you good, doesn’t he? Him and his fat cock.”
“Mikey?” Takemichi says dumbly. He’s forgotten Mikey is even here. That’s how far gone he is. His eyes find Mikey again and he moans loudly. “Mikey!”
Souya straightens up and thrusts away, his own release approaching. “Yeah, you love Mikey’s cock, don’t you? It’s been so long since you guys fucked. I wanna see it again. You’ve always been such a slut for him.”
The combination of the dirty talk and Souya’s hand on his cock finally pushes Takemichi to the edge at the same time Souya does. Sanzu watches his face contorts in pure pleasure, fucked out and utterly in bliss. His tongue lolling out and eyes rolling backwards. Sanzu feels a rush of heat at the sight.
Shit.
Takemichi flops down to the dirty couch pathetically, uncaring of his own cum coating his stomach. Without letting him rest for long enough, Souya pulls out and pulls Takemichi up to his lap, turning the tired boy to face the rest of the executives. He reaches down to pull Takemichi’s ass cheek and lets the cum inside drip down.
He smiles filthily. “Who wants to go next?”