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This was probably the first time Kiryu cleaned up every grain of rice on his plate. He was tipsy, and the food was both warm and the best fried rice he had in a long time. Maybe ever.
The restaurant was completely empty way past midnight. The barkeep had very politely sent them away after they kept him at the bar for long enough and Zhao had asked if he wanted a bite. Kiryu did.
He wanted a bite and a friend to laugh and keep drinking with.
Zhao was different. He wasn't treading on eggshells when talking to Kiryu, or being overly formal and respectful. He talked to him like they had known each other for a long time, even dared to tease him in a way that made Kiryu feel all warm and skittish.
Zhao flirted with literally everyone, Kiryu knew that. He wasn't receiving any special treatment.
Fried rice aside.
“Wow, Kiryu-san, you inhaled that right up,” Zhao whistled lowly, taking his plate to the sink.
“You weren't kidding. It was really good. I'll definitely come back as a paying customer,” Kiryu smiled, leaning back in his chair, satisfied with the food and the buzz.
Zhao finished his drink with a sigh, that sultry smile that always played in the corner of his lips somehow even more prevalent as he looked up at him from over the rim of the glass.
“Good~” he said simply, drawing the syllable out in a way that once again made Kiryu's stomach flip and his face feel way too hot.
He shifted in his chair, unsure if this was his cue to leave, or Zhao was only looking at him this intently because he was tipsy too. Luckily, Zhao wasn't the kind of person to beat around the bush.
“Say, Kiryu-san,” he called as he put his glass back down the table. “When was the last time you got laid?”
The question took Kiryu so off guard he had to avert his gaze, finding it a shame he ate his food so fast and didn't have anything to pretend to be busy with. His only option was his hands that were locked in a nervous fold now to look down on.
“A long time ago,” he muttered, honestly.
“And would you like to get laid?” Zhao tilted his head to the side, eyes shining both curiously and excitedly.
Kiryu wasn't stupid, still, it was hard to believe Zhao meant what he thought he meant. He was so much younger than him, and so insanely good looking. Surely if he wanted to ‘get laid’ like he had put it, he would have gone looking for that elsewhere and not for an old, sick man like himself.
“You mean—?” he asked, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment.
“I mean I'm offering because I'm into you. Nothing more, nothing less. Won't say nothing if you say no, won't change a thing.”
Zhao's words were strangely reassuring with how sincere they were. Kiryu couldn't deny that he was tempted, more than tempted to say yes. If only it wasn't so unbelievable.
He laughed, shaking his head a little. “Pour me another drink first then. Are you serious? With me?”
Zhao’s lips stretched into a cat-like smirk. He reached for the bottle of whiskey they had been drinking from and topped off his glass elegantly, rings clicking against the bottle.
“I'm always serious, Kiryu-san~”
Kiryu felt like if he started pressing Zhao for reasons, he would only make this more awkward that it needed to be, so with a sharp exhale and another sip of whiskey, he gave in.
What was a little indulgence? Another thing off that bucket list, something he never dared to write down in the first place.
“In that case, yes. I would like that…” he admitted, swirling the whiskey around in the glass before placing it back down the table.
Zhao’s smirk softened a little. He took a step closer, the air in the stuffy little restaurant quickly heating up between them.
“How do you feel about kissing?” Zhao asked, placing a hand on Kiryu's chest.
“I'd like to kiss you.”
Kiryu's heart was hammering in his chest from excitement, quickly overtaking his hesitation.At least his nerves were mostly dissolved by the whiskey, enough to let him simply lean in and kiss Zhao.
His lips mirrored the taste of alcohol in his mouth, soft and warm, just like his hand cupping Kiryu's face.
Boldly, Kiryu placed a hand on his lower back to pull him closer, parting his lips and urging Zhao to do the same. He hummed against his mouth, letting Kiryu taste him all he wanted.
“I knew you'd be a great kisser,” Zhao murmured against his lips, licking his own almost obscenely.
Kiryu couldn't take his eyes off of him.
“I've been told I'm pretty good at some other things too…” he tried to match Zhao's tone and playfulness.
“That so…? Come show me then~”
Taking his hand, Zhao pulled him towards some sort of backroom, where huge bags of rice and produce were stacked on the shelves, a desk tucked in the back.
Stumbling right up to that desk, they were kissing again, with Zhao's hands around his neck and Kiryu's around his waist, reaching under the patterned shirt. Zhao had lost his jacket long ago, unbuttoned most of the buttons on his shirt on account of being hot. Kiryu only now realized just how much Zhao had been flirting with him the past few hours…
At least it gave him the leverage now to feel his bare skin as he pushed him against the desk.
Zhao hopped on top of it without much of a hassle, wrapping his legs around Kiryu's waist, stirring even more interest in his gut, blood rushing down to between his legs. He reached for Kiryu's shirt, unbuttoning it as well, but not taking it off. The metal rings were cool against his abs, contrasting Zhao's otherwise warm touch and making him shiver.
“Zhao…” Kiryu whispered, leaning into his hand. It's been far too long if that was enough to make it already hard to form a coherent sentence. “How– how far were you thinking with this? Or what did you want to do?” he ended up asking.
Zhao seemed to have found the question sweet. He tilted his head to the side like he was eyeing up a puppy, making Kiryu shift around on his feet.
“Honest? I want you to fuck me. Or do whatever you want to me. I'm having an exceptionally good time just looking at you.”
Cheeks heating up, Kiryu had to avert his gaze for a moment. Zhao's bluntness was making him so flustered. It was hard not to believe him when he said it like that.
“I don't have any, like…condoms,” he mumbled, tapping his pockets, as if there was any chance he was carrying one. Those days when he did were long gone.
“What do you take me for?” Zhao chuckled. “I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't have any.”
From his back pocket, Zhao presented him with a few condoms and a small bottle of lube, placing it on the desk next to them, before he unbuttoned his own shirt fully and laid back against the wood.
He looked ridiculously pretty like that, Kiryu found. Hands thrown up over his head lazily, that attractive smirk with the crooked glasses sitting on his nose…
“Kiryu-san~” Zhao sing-songed his name to bring him back to the present moment and the task at hand. “Don't overthink it, just fuck me,” he added, as if he was reading Kiryu's mind.
Right.
Kiryu grabbed the lube wordlessly, his other hand slipping Zhao's pants off with his help, along with his underwear.
If Zhao's previous remarks were anything to go by, Kiryu figured he shouldn't waste too much time with prep, just enough to make sure he wasn't hurting him. Already, his fingers were drawing out these heated mewls from Zhao, making him chase every movement with his hips, like it was him who hadn't had sex in years and not Kiryu who couldn't take his eyes off him.
Once Kiryu deemed it enough, he removed his fingers carefully and reached for his belt.
“I've been dying to see your dick,” Zhao breathed, suddenly making it very hard to actually undo that belt.
Oh no, Kiryu was fumbling. His hands were slippery with lube and he was entirely too eager not to disappoint Zhao with his dick size.
He didn't even notice Zhao sitting up, until he was gently pulling his hands away and undoing his belt and zipper for him.
“There we go…fuck, yeah. That's what I thought,” Zhao licked his lips as he wrapped a hand around him and stroked up and down his length once, squeezing lightly at the base.
He looked so effortlessly good like that, like he did this all the time which was maybe even true. Not that it mattered, Kiryu wasn't one to slut-shame. He was a pretty big of slut for Zhao right then too.
Elegantly, Zhao laid back down and spread his legs even further, eyes locked onto Kiryu. He positioned himself carefully, squeezing Zhao's thighs and gently urging him to wrap them around his waist again like before.
“You look really good like this,” Kiryu admitted, a pleasant little smile on the corner of his lips, despite the nerves suddenly crashing down on him all at once. He wanted to be honest.
Zhao smiled back at him, reaching a hand out to push Kiryu's fringe away from his face. Suddenly, he tightened his legs on his waist, pulling him even closer until the tip of his cock was sliding inside. Kiryu made a choked up noise of surprise, making Zhao laugh, self-satisfied.
“You look really good like that too.”
Kiryu placed one of his hands on the table for stability as he sank in fully.
It wasn't at all comparable to sad late-nights when he jerked off and then immediately went to sleep. Zhao was so responsive, and so pretty around his dick. His brows furrowed, lips parted, shiny with saliva and puffy from kissing. He was so eager too, meeting all his thrusts with a roll of his hips and clinging to his waist.
Kiryu couldn't stop the noises spilling from his own lips when he fucked into Zhao harder, his other hand grabbing his waist for leverage.
“That's it, yes… good~” Zhao purred , their eyes meeting for a brief moment. “Give me more, Kiryu-san.”
Kiryu lived to please.
He picked up the pace, watching Zhao's expression change and drinking in every little sound he made. Kiryu was determined to give him what he wanted, trying a few different angles until he made Zhao’s back arch off the desk.
Already, Kiryu was embarrassingly close, having to bite down on the inside of his cheek so he could focus on anything other than how tight and hot Zhao was. He snapped his hips forward over and over, losing rhythm quickly.
It was too hard to focus when Zhao was moaning like he was having the best sex of his life, or if he was in a porno.
“Zhao I—” he tried to talk, words getting jumbled in his brain. “I'm sorry it's too good…I can't really– I'm sorry!” All Kiryu could come up with was to apologize for his performance that was going to be cut short any moment now.
“Oh come on, Kiryu-san~” Zhao chuckled again, tightening his hold on his waist again. “Come inside me, I want it all.”
If there was any sort of train of thought Kiryu was following it was definitely going off the rails now, singled in on what Zhao just said.
“A-ah yeah I… oh.”
Kiryu's jaw went slack, head tilted back towards the ceiling as he slammed inside Zhao's tight, willing hole one more time before he wasn't able to stop himself from cumming, hammering into him through it like he was trying to get it as deep as possible.
Zhao took it with the prettiest moans and desperate little mewls, looking satisfied when Kiryu could finally open his eyes to look down at him, despite the fact that he had been horrible inconsiderate and left him completely untouched.
“I'm so sorry I just… felt a little too good. It's been a while and I–”
Zhao's breathy laugh caught him off immediately. “Stop that, Kiryu-san. All you did was follow my instructions, sounds like a good boy to me~”
Kiryu's mouth felt so dry all of a sudden, a keen little noise trapped in his throat.
“Oh…” Zhao hummed, as if something just clicked and Kiryu wasn't stupid enough to not realize what that was about.
55 years old and he was still getting speechless and melting at being told he did a good job. Entirely too embarrassing.
Zhao sat up and pulled him into a surprisingly sweet kiss. Despite the fact that Zhao was still clearly hard, they took their time for a bit, kissing lazily with Kiryu's softening dick still inside him, until from a little shift of his hips he slipped out, bringing his attention back to pleasing Zhao.
“Can I?” he asked, carefully sinking down to his knees and urging Zhao to scoot a little closer to the edge of the table, who was more than happy to comply.
“Mhm, you have to ask? Please…” Zhao said as he tangled his fingers into Kiryu's silver hair. “Oh fuck… yes,” he muttered once Kiryu's lips were engulfing him, tongue swirling around the head and lapping up all the precum eagerly.
For a moment Kiryu proudly thought to himself that he still got it.
He bobbed his head slowly, gradually building up speed and pressure, until Zhao was tugging on his hair and gasping.
“Holy shit…Kiryu-san!”
Kiryu tried his best to contain his smirk and instead focus on not gagging when he took Zhao all the way down his throat. He stayed there for a moment, before pulling off completely, just to dive right back down.
Zhao's fingers in his hair were twitching and he was loud. Kiryu could tell that he was trying to talk, but it was eaten up by little gasps and even louder moans.
“Good...fuck…so good. You’re so good!” Zhao finally managed to say, making an excited shiver run down Kiryu's spine.
He worked on Zhao’s cock harder, refusing to pull away when he tried to pull him off in an attempt to be considerate. He let Zhao come down his throat, sucking on the tip hard, until he was twitching from overstimulation. Kiryu even made a show of swallowing, feeling so light and warm. A part of him had missed this.
Especially the way Zhao pet his hair in a silent praise.
It was Zhao who broke the silence first once Kiryu rose to his feet and fixed his pants, quietly thinking over what just happened.
“Damn I mean damn!” he said, exhaling a laugh and fixing his glasses.
“Told you I've been told I'm pretty good at things other than kissing…” Kiryu smiled, handing Zhao some of his clothes he discarded earlier.
“Hm so…things plural? What else are you hiding?”
Kiryu shrugged mysteriously, still smiling to himself.
“I get it, I get it… I'll find out if you ever want to do this again,” Zhao said, hopping off the table.
Kiryu left the restaurant with Zhao feeling light, warm to the tips of his fingers and…understood. It was truly how Zhao said. It didn't change a thing between them, or in the group that they decided to enjoy this night together. And who knows? Maybe they will do this again if they feel like it.