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“You’re late.”
Yamai was sprawled onto the long sofa of the theater, a hostess on either side of him. Both of the hostesses had a mean glint in their eye as they looked at Tomi, both of them resting a hand on one of Yamai's thighs. Yamai himself just looked vaguely disinterested, like he normally did.
“How are you planning to make it up to me?” he asked and tilted his head slightly to the side.
“I…” Tomi started, but immediately quieted again when Yamai made a sweeping motion with his hand.
Immediately, the hostesses got up from the sofa and left the room. The two subordinates that had been passively standing behind Yamai exited along the hostesses. A moment later the heavy door to the theater shut, leaving Yamai and Tomi alone.
"My time is very valuable, Tomizawa." Yamai studied his own finger nails for a moment before he looked back up at Tomi. "I hope you understand that."
Tomi swallowed thickly, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. "I do, Yamai-san. I apologize, it won't happen again."
Yamai tilted his head in the opposite direction. "I ask you again. How are you planning to make it up to me?"
Tomi could feel a sweat break out on his brow, blood surging to all kinds of places in his body. "Whatever you think is fitting, Yamai-san."
Yamai's eyes flashed with something hungry, and Tomi felt like some sort of prey animal looking at its predator wanting to eat it. It made his pulse quicken.
Yamai's normally slow cadence slowed down even further, his voice taking on the quality of a creaking door. "Very good, Tomizawa-kun. You're starting to understand how things work around here." His gaze flicked to the empty spot on the floor right in front of him, and then back up at Tomi.
Tomi automatically took a step forward so that he was now standing right in front of Yamai, but didn’t make any further motion. Yamai gave a few tutting sounds of disapproval and raised the crowbar from where the tip of it was resting against the floor. He placed it against the inside of Tomi’s knee, and Tomi shivered as the cold metal touched his naked skin.
“What am I to do with you, To-mi-za-wa?” Yamai let the syllables of Tomi’s name stretch out into something long and languid, and another shiver shot down Tomi’s spine. This time it was due to something entirely different than before. Yamai started sliding the crowbar up the inside of Tomi’s thigh, lifting up the fabric of his shorts as it continued further up.
Tomi could feel himself growing hard. “Whatever you think is fitting,” he repeated, and Yamai gave a pleased hum.
“Good.” He removed the crowbar from Tomi’s thigh. “On your knees.”
Tomi fell to his knees so fast it was embarrassing.
“That’s more like it.” Yamai lifted the crowbar and placed the tip of it under Tomi’s chin, angling it so Tomi had to tip his head slightly backwards. “Much better.”
Both shame and lust surged through Tomi at the thought about what he was about to do. He lifted one hand and wrapped it loosely around the crowbar, the long piece of metal cool and hard in his grip. He slowly moved it away from under his chin, raised it to mouth level, and flattened his tongue against the heel of it. The taste of metal immediately filled his mouth.
Yamai shifted slightly, spreading his legs just slightly wider than before.
Tomi used his grip on the crowbar to tilt it further up, allowing for him to lick along the underside of it.
Oh god, he was so hard.
Tomi let his free hand fall down to his crotch and pressed the heel of his hand against his erection where it strained against the fabric of his shorts.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
That same mix of lust and shame shocked Tomi’s system again, and he immediately let his hand fall away from his crotch. He dug his fingers into the meat of thigh before moving back to licking across the heel of the crowbar again, letting his tongue slide in between the prongs that made up the nail slot.
Yamai shivered and tilted his head to the side again, hair falling to cover half of his face.
Tomi closed his eyes and started moving his hand back and forth over the crowbar in the same way you’d stroke a cock. He continued his ministrations to the nail slot, alternating between rolling his tongue between the prongs and lapping at the rounded part at the bottom.
“That’s enough,” Yamai suddenly said, causing Tomi to freeze and open his eyes. Yamai’s breathing was a bit labored, his chest clearly rising and falling heavier than it was before. Tomi let his hand fall away from the crowbar, and Yamai immediately let it fall down to rest against Tomi’s crotch. Tomi gasped when he felt the hard tool press against his cock.
“Get on it,” Yamai ordered, and Tomi didn’t quite understand, but he wanted nothing but to obey. He shuffled closer to Yamai, close enough to kneel in between Yamai’s knees. He wrapped his hand around the crowbar once more and pressed it firmly up against himself.
“Fuck…” he swore and started moving his hips, just small stabbing motions back and forth, rolling his clothed erection against the crowbar. His grip on the metal tightened, and his gaze got stuck on where his fingers were wrapped around it, his skin standing out clearly in contrast to the deep red, metallic paint.
“Tomizama…” Yamai said slowly, and if Tomi didn’t know better, he’d think that Yamai had let out a small moan.
“Yamai…” he moaned and started moving his hips in earnest, grinding down on the unyielding rod. The angle was kind of awkward, he needed-
Without thinking, Tomi moved his free hand to clutch at Yamai’s clothed thigh.
Yamai made a sound then, a sound that unmistakingly was a moan. It went straight to Tomi’s cock and made it throb dully. He lifted his gaze to look up at Yamai, who had let his head lull back to lie against the backrest of the sofa. His gaze dropped down to Yamai’s crotch, where a clear erection was straining against the fabric of his suit pants.
Tomi rose up further, used the grip on the crowbar to shift it slightly, and then there it was, the perfect angle, and he realised deliriously that he would come like this.
“Oh fucking hell-” he gritted out through clenched teeth. “I’m gonna-”
Yamai lifted his head back up to look at Tomi with dark, hungry eyes, and then Tomi could feel the crowbar push up against him even more, and he was done for. His eyes widened and he came hard, freezing in the middle of a roll of his hips as he made an absolute mess of his underwear.
He watched as Yamai closed his eyes, groaned, and lifted his hips just slightly off the sofa as he arched upwards. Tomi suddenly realised that Yamai was coming, completely untouched. Despite the fact that he’d just done so himself, the very fact made his cock twitch in interest.
Tomi just sat there panting as Yamai came back down. He removed his hands from both Yamai’s thigh and the crowbar, and eventually Yamai opened his eyes to look at Tomi. A sly smirk spread across Yamai’s face as he moved the crowbar away from Tomi’s flagging erection.
“Good boy, Tomizawa.” A violent shiver made him suddenly shudder. “Fuck, it’s cold in here.”
Not on account of the temperature of the room, Tomi shivered as well.