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“Remind me to never deal with a cryo mage again when she’s pissed,” Heizou said, beating the icicles off his clothing while he exited the Police Office. “Gotta transport her soon or she’s gonna freeze everyone that’s been detained.”
“That’s your problem to deal with, not mine,” Kazuha laughed. Heizou’s skin was flushed from the exposure to extreme cold, but the comfortably warm temperature of Inazuma should help him feel normal soon enough.
“Such help, Kaedehara,” Heizou feigned betrayal, placing a hand over his heart with an exasperated gasp.
“Let’s get dinner, I’m famished,” Kazuha said. “The small restaurant near the Adventurer’s Guild is quite phenomenal.”
“Not before we talk about earlier though,” Heizou breached the topic bluntly. “Let’s head towards the back of the buildings. No one should be around to hear that conversation. Hardly anyone goes back there unless necessary.”
“I don’t think there’s anything to discuss,” Kazuha steeled his mind. It was simply a moment of weakness for himself, and Heizou only indulged him.
Nothing more.
“There is?” Heizou approached Kazuha, invading his personal space immediately. “Naturally, I want to make sure you’re okay with it. I got… carried away. I didn’t mean to jump your bones out in the open.”
Kazuha sighed. He closed his eyes, trying to keep those memories at bay. It was enjoyable, but Kazuha didn’t want to risk getting his hopes up.
“It was fine. It was a mistake.”
“Not to me,” Heizou admitted. Kazuha’s eyes fluttered open at his words. “I’ve been… extremely attracted to you for quite some time. It started as a hopeless crush but over the past few days it’s clear to me it’s much more.”
“I don’t-“
“If you don’t reciprocate those feelings, I understand. But, if I made you uncomfortable at all, you must tell me.” Heizou rambled on. Kazuha could sense his distress.
“No-no! Not at all!” Kazuha groaned. Heizou’s unwavering gaze kept Kazuha glued in place. “You caught my attention a while back as well. I have been flirting with you in hopes of you catching on.”
“Okay, we’re on the same page. Then why was it a mistake?” Heizou said. “Because I’ll be honest, I… definitely didn’t want to stop.”
Kazuha’s eyes darted about, making sure no one could get close enough to hear their conversation.
“Then why weren’t you letting me pleasure you?” Kazuha grumbled.
“I couldn’t help it! I wasn’t thinking clearly. Tonight can always go differently,” Heizou teased, pressing a quick kiss to Kazuha’s cheek. Slim fingers slid between the fabric of Kazuha’s top and his neck, tugging the material out of the way to sneak a peek at the marks he’d left on the samurai. “Maybe you could leave some matching ones on me.”
Kazuha’s face turned a crimson color immediately, slapping at Heizou’s hand.
“You say the most perverse things in public!”
“Want me to keep going?” Heizou grabbed Kazuha’s hands, pressing fleeting kisses to his knuckles. “Want me to tell you how much I want to watch you come apart? That I want to sink to my knees and feel your weight on my tongue?”
“Heizou! People are coming!”
“How sad.” Heizou slowly backed off, only intertwining their fingers before he heads off towards a restaurant in the opposite direction. “How about we go to a restaurant with a private room?”
“You just don’t want to keep your hands to yourself,” Kazuha grumbled. It earned a laugh from Heizou nevertheless.
“You aren’t wrong. I’ve gotten a taste, and now I want more. Is that so bad?”
– – –
“Drinks on me,” Heizou announced after relaying their order. “We got to the bottom of a strange Fatui plot, we deserve some.”
“I agree. As strange as it may have been, the Fatui are still a dangerous group.” Kazuha watched Heizou gracelessly sit down next to him. The detective leaned into Kazuha, sweetly kissing his jaw.
“Thankfully all was handled before anyone was gravely injured,” Heizou said, unwilling to move from Kazuha’s side. His hand came to rest teasingly high on Kazuha’s thigh.
“I will genuinely fight you if you work me up and don’t finish what you start again,” Kazuha warned sharply. Heizou hummed softly, pushing Kazuha down to lie on his back.
“I’m quite sure I can finish you off before our waitress returns,” Heizou said. His hands roamed the samurai’s legs as he awaited an answer. Kazuha’s cheeks were flushed a beautiful red and his bottom lip drawn between his teeth. Heizou pulled the flesh from between his teeth using his thumb, just before pushing it into the warm heat. Kazuha moaned around his thumb, eyes squeezing shut and hips stuttering in the search for friction.
Heizou pulled his thumb back, yanking the various layers of Kazuha’s shorts below his hips. His cock was already hard, begging for attention. It didn’t take much to work him up from the situation earlier. Heizou leaned over Kazuha, pressing his lips to the others for a brief kiss. Heizou wrapped his hand around Kazuha. His length was plenty slick from his own pre-cum.
“Look at you, Zuzu,” Heizou said against his neck, sharply biting one of the marks he left earlier. “You won’t last long will you? I can feel you throbbing already.”
“Just- Please-” Kazuha’s body writhed, hands reaching for whatever he could grab on to. Heizou pumped his hand slowly, watching Kazuha’s face as he indulged in the pleasure offered to him. “Please let me cum already, Heizou.”
“I suppose I can do that,” Heizou chuckled. The whimper pulled from Kazuha’s lips when he let go of him was filed away into his mind instantly. That sound was all too delightful to forget. The detective shuffled downward, pressing a kiss to the flushed tip. Kazuha’s hands landed in his hair, tugging him away but pushing him down as well. Heizou parted his lips, taking in all of him that he could. The tip hit the back of his throat once Kazuha bucked up mindlessly. Heizou’s eyes watered at the sudden intrusion but steadied his breathing. He pulled off for a split second.
“Go on, fuck my mouth. Use me.”
It was music to Kazuha’s ears. The detective sank back down onto Kazuha’s aching length and relaxed his throat. His hands rested beside Kazuha’s hips. The samurai was drunk on pleasure and could only focus on the sensation building in his body. He fucked into Heizou’s mouth relentlessly. Chokes and moans added to what he was feeling, and he couldn’t stop chasing his high. Not now.
However, his legs were beginning to tire. The expenditure from earlier left his body exhausted, trying to recover from the climax he was denied. Heizou must’ve picked up on it immediately.
His palms drove Kazuha’s hips into the ground, and Heizou began to work at Kazuha with his mouth. His tongue, lips, and moans drove Kazuha closer and closer.
“I’m- I’m gonna-” Heizou’s grip on his hips became tighter, and his movements more hurried. Kazuha brought his hand up to his mouth, doing his best to muffle the moans that were growing louder. His other hand remained buried in Heizou’s hair, pushing the detective farther down his length. When Kazuha felt his throat spasm around him, Kazuha came with a stifled cry. His thighs clamped around Heizou’s head, not allowing him to move for a few seconds.
Soon enough, Kazuha’s body relaxed entirely. The pent-up frustration from earlier finally being relieved exhausted him. His gaze was hazy by the time Heizou pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Heizou pushed his tongue between his lips immediately, and Kazuha could taste himself clearly.
“I’m afraid that’s all we have time for,” Heizou murmured, helping Kazuha get redressed. Eventually, Kazuha pulled himself up into a sitting position. “We can continue later.”
“You-” Kazuha’s hand came to land on the clear tent in Heizou’s shorts. The detective hissed at the sudden contact. Kazuha leaned in, kissing Heizou’s jaw languidly, trailing his tongue across the skin. “You should cum too.”
“The waitress should be here any moment,” Heizou said. Kazuha leaned back. Heizou could see his expression turn sour.
“Do you even want this? Or were you just saying things earlier?” Kazuha’s eyes hardened. It was clear Kazuha was prepared for an answer of rejection.
“I do-”
“Gentlemen?” The waitress popped around the corner with their various dishes set on a platter. “I’ll be bringing your drinks right away.”
She deposits the food gently and leaves as if she was never there.
“I just didn’t want us to get caught, but I really couldn’t wait either.” Heizou quickly whispered. “I can suffer through for now but you went hours after being left on the edge. I didn’t want to make you wait any longer.”
“I see,” Kazuha gazed down into his lap, picking at his bandages. “I apologize. I don’t know what overcame me.”
“I’m not offended! I get it,” Heizou poked Kazuha’s cheek before diving off into his food. “Now eat up. You need that energy back.”
– – –
“Look who’s impatient now?” Kazuha’s laugh was airy and light. He had just enough alcohol to make his body warm and mind hazy. “Where are we even going?”
Heizou was leading Kazuha by the hand through the rather dead city. Most people had already turned in for the evening.
“My office,” Heizou’s voice reminded Kazuha of how it sounded as he woke up. “It’s closest and isolated from the other Doushin’s offices.”
“You’re quite the exhibitionist, aren’t you?”
“Didn’t think I was, but things can change,” Heizou dragged Kazuha inside the building, but noticed it was rather quiet. Heizou approached the sole officer he could see.
“Where is everyone?”
“It’s drinking night, Detective! I’m just about to head out. A few officers are on patrol who didn’t want to join in though. What’s the Kaedehara boy doing here?” The officer asked.
“I have a couple of documents he needs to sign since his recent arrival in Inazuma. After his sudden departure, a lot of things turned upside down in his absence. Since he’s here for a while, might as well resolve that,” Heizou lied through his teeth. The officer looked between a few times before shaking his head abruptly.
“Whatever. Just lock up whenever you leave, Detective.”
“Will do!” Heizou flashed the man a wink. “Enjoy your drinks.”
Kazuha and Heizou watched the officer leave, and once he was out of sight, Heizou heaved a huge sigh of relief.
“I never know when drinking nights are? They just up and leave once a month, but it works out in our favor tonight,” Heizou put his hand on Kazuha’s lower back, directing him towards his office.
When they entered Kazuha wasn’t expecting to see a minimally furnished room. A desk, chair, and couch were the only things present in the room. No extra lighting beside the overhead light, no plants, and not a single photo in sight.
Heizou wrapped his arms around Kazuha’s neck, brushing their noses together.
“Is it time to finish what we started?” Heizou asked, pressing his hips into Kazuha’s. The samurai could tell his arousal had gone nowhere, and Heizou was near his breaking point.
Kazuha let himself drag Heizou in for a kiss, addicted to the taste of his lips. Alcohol was a bitter aftertaste, but it only made it more delightful. Heizou’s lips parted, allowing Kazuha to explore his mouth once more. They were both breathing heavily as their hands grabbed and groped at each other’s bodies. Kazuha slipped his hands under Heizou’s shirt, teasing the stiffened peaks between his fingers.
“Such a revealing outfit, Heizou.”
“What about it?” He smirked when Kazuha’s hands slid down and over his stomach. He pressed his fingers into the firm muscle, earning a sigh from Heizou. “Seems you like it.”
“I most certainly do.”
Kazuha pushed Heizou to the couch, which caused the man to stumble onto the cushions. Heizou’s hands rested on Kazuha’s hips. His eyes were glued to the samurai, watching his every movement and anticipating the next.
Kazuha hooked his finger beneath the choker Heizou wore, leaning in close.
“Strip.” He said in a firm tone. Heizou swallowed hard, stunned by the shift in Kazuha’s demeanor.
He wasn’t complaining though.
Heizou got to work on doing what he had been told. Peeling off his clothes under analytical eyes felt exhilarating.
“I suppose you have oil in this room?” Kazuha said once he was pleased with Heizou’s state of undress.
“Desk, left top drawer, all the way in the back,” Heizou listed off. It was a relatively new purchase, it had only been opened but no substantial amount was used.
Kazuha tossed the bottle at him, sitting at Heizou’s desk instead of coming closer.
“Why don’t you prep yourself for me?” Kazuha’s expression was unreadable. Heizou was already struggling to keep his thoughts coherent.
“A-alright,” Heizou muttered before he laid back on the couch, giving Kazuha an undisturbed view.
Heizou coated his fingers in oil, trying to warm up the somewhat cold liquid. When he deemed it tolerable enough, Heizou reached down and circled at his rim gently. It had been quite some time since he fucked himself open.
Inserting one finger caused a broken sigh to escape his lips. It was a pleasurable sting, but nothing noteworthy. Heizou gently stretched himself with slow and steady movements before attempting to push in a second finger.
This was more painful, but Heizou worked through it. He knew the pleasure would come shortly after the pain subsided. Heizou’s eyes had been squeezed shut long enough that he could see flickers of light forming behind his eyelids. When he forced himself to open them, he was met with Kazuha’s unwavering gaze.
Heizou tossed his head back, breathing harder as he scissored himself into a deeper stretch in order to add a third.
Kazuha’s silence and fixed gaze left everything up to Heizou’s imagination. He knew Kazuha wanted him as badly as he wanted the samurai, but at this moment, he felt as if he was just something for Kazuha’s viewing pleasure. Suddenly, a small wave of anxiety washed over him.
“You’re distressed, Heizou,” Kazuha announced. “Your body is trying to reject the work you’ve done so far. Talk to me.”
“Just… insecure.” Heizou hated to admit it, but that was exactly how he felt.
“Hm, I see.” Heizou heard his chair creak and Kazuha’s footsteps grow louder with his approach. Heizou had stopped his task, mind swimming in odd scenarios he never would’ve thought of before. The rustling of clothing didn’t even catch his attention.
However, Kazuha grabbed the oil from his hand.
“Relax, I’ll continue,” Kazuha pressed a soft kiss to Heizou’s lips. Mere seconds later, Kazuha’s fingers were deep in Heizou. They were searching, stretching, and forgiving in comparison to Heizou’s own. “Did my silence concern you?”
“Y-yeah,” Heizou whimpered once Kazuha’s fingers hit a particular spot.
“I apologize. I was doing my best not to ravish you before you were thoroughly prepared.” Kazuha whispered. His fingers pumped in and out harder, grazing that spot as he continued.
“Don’t wanna cum like this,” Heizou said, trying to push at Kazuha’s arms. “Want you to fuck me.”
“We will get there.” Kazuha removed his fingers from Heizou; the rim fluttering softly due to the abuse it’s received. “Lie on your stomach, Heizou.”
Heizou obliged, only after stealing a quick kiss from Kazuha.
The samurai settled in behind him, hauling his hips up from the couch so Heizou was on his knees.
“Do tell me if anything is painful or if you need time,” Kazuha caressed Heizou’s waist as he slowly pushed in.
It drew out a long and low moan from Heizou. The stretch was much more than their fingers, but no longer painful. Once Kazuha bottomed out, they stilled for several seconds. Both men caught their breath before they continued.
Heizou shifted his hips, fucking himself back onto Kazuha’s length slowly. Kazuha let him do as he pleased. The detective was growing more impatient as he had to pleasure himself, whining loudly.
The samurai finally mirrored his actions, building into a rhythm patiently. Heizou’s mind was already clouded by pleasure.
Suddenly, Kazuha thrust into Heizou roughly and repeatedly. His moans were punctuated by each thrust Kazuha gave him. Heizou’s arms burned as he tried to keep himself up, but Kazuha filled him up more than he could’ve wished for. The drag was delicious and he grazed by a particular spot often enough to make him see stars.
Kazuha leaned down to press his chest to Heizou’s back, his thrusts only growing rougher and faster. The sound of skin meeting skin and the wet squelch of oil made Heizou dizzy. Kazuha slipped a hand between his legs, pumping him in time with his thrusts.
“Kazu- You’re so- Fuck-” Heizou couldn’t complete a single thought when the only thing on his mind was the dick inside him.
“You’re taking me so well, Detective.” Kazuha purred into his ear, kissing his cheek softly afterward. The action was much sweeter than the aggressive way he was fucking into him. “You’re like a perfect cock sleeve, made just for me.”
“For you! Archons- Please!” Heizou cried out, begging to release. Kazuha’s hand on his length suddenly disappeared. “No!”
“You’re going to cum from my cock only.” Kazuha said. He stopped fucking into him ruthelessly. “Get on your back.”
Heizou was hardly able to move. He fell onto his side, breathing heavily as he wiggled into the position Kazuha asked. The samurai then grabbed the inside of Heizou’s thighs tightly, parting them wide enough that Heizou could feel his hips burn. Kazuha’s fingers dug into his skin. Heizou knew that there would be bruises left on his body for quite some time.
Kazuha plunged back into him. He did not work back up to the pace he had established, instead, fucking into him harder and deeper. Heizou hooked his hands under his knees, pulling them closer to his chest to allow Kazuha better access. Heizou’s eyes shut once Kazuha leaned down to kiss his neck. His lips paused over the detective’s racing pulse before pulling the skin between his teeth.
The pleasure was overwhelming for Heizou.
“I’m gonna cum,” Heizou whined. “Don’t stop, please.”
“I don’t plan on it,” Kazuha chuckled against his skin. The mocking sound was enough to send Heizou over the edge. Painting their chests and stomachs white, Heizou came with a cry.
And Kazuha most definitely did not stop.
He kept thrusting, chasing his own high and purposefully grinding into Heizou’s sensitive notch of nerves. Heizou moaned loudly as his body writhed. His body was too sensitive, but he wanted Kazuha to finish in him.
“In me, archons, cum-” Heizou cut himself off with another whine; Kazuha had resumed pumping his spent cock. He was determined to get one climax from Heizou.
“Once I fill you up, cum for me again?” Kazuha asked sweetly, kissing his shoulder. Heizou could only nod mindlessly.
With only a few more sharp thrusts from Kazuha, he came deep in Heizou. The sensation of being filled so wholly pushed him to climax once more. With a hiss from Kazuha, he collapsed onto the couch next to Heizou.
“We most definitely need to clean up,” Kazuha chuckled at the groan from Heizou. “Soon though, not now.”
“If we nap, we run the risk of the other officers finding us like this,” Heizou warned. He didn’t particularly want to be fired for his indecency.
“Fine, fine. I suppose there’s a shower in here somewhere?”
“Just grab your clothes, dumbass. I’ll lead you there.”