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There was no logical explanation for what was happening in that dingy room on a Tuesday afternoon. No way to justify or explain the actions taking place, with the flickering light and the muffled sound of customers coming and going behind the door.
Yet here he was, Jin Kagemori with his back pressed against the door, tie askew and loose, while one of the buttons of his shirt was somewhere on the floor. That wasn’t important when compared to that Tadera guy also on the floor, in front of him, with his mouth currently busy sucking off Jin’s cock.
This was not what he had envisioned would happen for their meeting.
Jin was not oblivious to it; he was not a prude. He had a few encounters in his time, but it wasn’t something he’d pay much attention to, not with everything involved in his clan and responsibilities. And yet, when the opportunity presented itself with Tadera, he couldn’t oppose it. It was another tugging game, an exchange of sorts that presented one of the most mundane yet common exchanges that could happen between people.
Besides, it was more than clear to both of them that this was nothing but to get a release. As Tadera had shown quite a couple of times already, he was as secretive as Jin could be; their conversations hid layer upon layer of secrets that neither of them could discern in the other. Jin was not going to risk the safety of his family, and Tadera was not going to yield to his duties.
So, when Tadera jokingly said Jin should let out some steam from the stress from his business, Jin took it as a chance to try to flip the script and turn the tables on the man, throwing one back at him. The guy irradiated an average heterosexual bloke; surely, this could be a good way to chip that armor away.
“Why? Are you offering?”
Jin was a serious down-to-business type of guy; everyone knew that. His facial features helped bring that aura on him, so whenever he threw those types of comments, they’d startle anyone in front of him to his advantage.
He was mistaken this time because Tadera didn’t react as others had.
Oh no. The man leaned back in the plastic chair and eyed him up and down. It made Jin’s neck feel suddenly hot. Was he being checked out? Had he read the guy wrong? He did come off as what he’d describe as a regular of the bar he managed on the side. There was not a hint in him that signalled an interest in the same sex.
He knew if he’d said that outloud, someone at home would have berated him for that stereotyping.
“Are you asking me? Without a free drink first?”
The tone Tadera used was… He couldn’t tell with this man. It was flirty, but also taunting. It was deep in his tone, yet his posture was nonchalant, hands in the pockets of those gawdy cargo shorts as he stood up and stretched in front of him. His outfit was hideous. It reeked of an image of a jobless loser, yet Tadera stood with confidence and tranquility that denied it.
Tadera, who’d strolled his way into the Kagemori residence on his own with nothing but the clothes on his back to get Yuru, after so much time not making himself known.
What an interesting guy.
“So? That's a yes?”
Would he continue with this? Jin could easily back out, open the door, and let Tadera leave, as it was clear they weren’t going to get any more information from the other regarding the situation with the twins.
It was a gamble, but as far as the situation went, he had the upper hand. This was Kagemori territory; he had guards in the building, and worst-case scenario, he could call Ai and Makoto to help him.
“I’m surprised, would’ve assumed those in the Higashi village were… old-fashioned.”
“I dunno about them,” Tadera pulled his hands out from his pockets, showing no threat as he rubbed his chin, “I’m pretty flexible to what I’m into.”
“Wouldn’t put it past you to have some expertise.”
Tadera hummed, placing his hands on his hips; there was no sign of a weapon on him. Well, not that Jin wasn’t already aware of the knife hidden on his left side, but Tadera’s posture was nowhere near threatening to pull it out.
Ugh, that was a horrible moment to think of that combination of words.
“I’m not a guy that kisses and tells,” Tadera shrugged, stepping away from the table that separated them to approach Jin. He didn’t step back, looking at him, not daring to miss any movement, “We can call this instead a peace offering after taking Yuru all night without letting his guardian know.”
Jin almost scowled.
“He came on his own volition.”
“As if you wouldn’t be that concerned had it been the other way around.”
He got a point, except that Asa wasn’t anything like the brother, but this was not the time to do comparisons. He loosened up the knot of his tie, his suit propped by the back of the shirt already, so he did not worry about it getting stained.
“No strings attached to this.”
“Wouldn’t think about it,” Tadera waved off a hand as he stood in front of Jin.
And maybe it was because he’d been processing that this was something truly happening, or it was that he was still recovering from that injury on his leg, that he didn’t notice Tadera had closed any space left in between them, pushing him against the door as his lower back hit against the handle, one hand grabbing the tie and yanking him into a kiss.
Again, Jin wasn’t inexperienced. He’s done kissing, albeit the majority of his experience was with softer lips and the taste of cherry lip balm, sometimes the hint of a fruity drink.
This kiss tasted of coffee and a cheap brand of cigarettes.
Not only that, Tadera was proving to know what he was doing, the grip on his tie never loosening as his head tilted and pushed his tongue inside Jin’s mouth, barely giving him a chance to grasp some air.
And yet, Jin didn’t push him away. His hands gripped the hem of that tasteless shirt to keep him in place, responding with the same energy.
What made it more interesting for both was that neither of them was closing their eyes. Not fully, at least. A little strange, but Jin was good with that, wanting to be able to still be aware of the other man’s moves.
That, of course, until his glasses started to fog.
He groaned, which only caused Tadera to push further into him, tongue exploring the inside of his mouth until his lungs started to feel the lack of oxygen, pulling away with a grin.
“Well, color me impressed, you do have some game.”
Jin scowled at him.
“Did you think I was some sort of late virgin?”
“Your words, not mine,” Tadera smirked, wiping his lower lip with his thumb, “But I’m aware enough we are in your turf, so it’s more than fair I’m the one to get you some release.”
Jin didn’t know for once how to respond to that, not with Tadera approaching him to kiss him again, a quicker one that made Jin’s back press against the handle again, only for Tadera to pull away and kneel in front of him.
“Unless of course, you have something else in mind.”
Jin didn’t. And there was no way he was going to call Makoto to summon some lube. He would not live with that type of embarrassment.
“Since you’re offering.”
Having a man on his knees in front of him should make him feel confident of having the upper hand, of being capable of pushing Tadera down if things were to go south. And yet, there was something in the way the man looked up at him with those honey colored eyes that irradiated confidence despite the position; his pants felt tighter.
“‘course I am.”
Tadera didn’t make them wait. He was quick in unbuckling Jin’s belt and pants, not pulling them entirely down as he freed Jin’s cock from the underwear. It made him shudder, as this was something he had anticipated, yet being in front of it was entirely different.
“Figured you’re a down-to-business guy, I can do some shortcuts here.”
His cock wasn’t entirely hard, but it was quick to do so with the way Tadera fondled him. His grip was firm, but not painful, assessing the weight of his dick while the other hand held onto Jin’s hips to keep some balance. He looked down, the back of his neck getting warmer at the sight of his length growing and hardening while Tadera gave some small strokes.
“Hm, interesting, no foreskin, well, no problem.”
This was something Jin was not used to, the chattiness in between. He groaned at the feeling of Tadera’s hand against his length; the lack of lube made him aware of the roughness of his fingertips and the warmth of his skin.
“Well, don’t shoot the guy while busy.”
Jin didn’t bother to respond, groaning at the feeling of Tadera’s lips against the tip of his cock. He parted them to give it a small, tentative suck. Jin’s eyes threatened to close from the sensation, but he kept them open, staring down at the way the bow of Tadera’s lips curved while sucking the head of his length. He could feel his hand holding the base, not stroking as it was still dry, but keeping it in good grip as Tadera parted his mouth to take more of his length.
Jin huffed. So far, it wasn’t bad, but he wouldn’t place it yet in the top three of experiences. That, of course, until Tadera pulled his mouth out and moved underneath the head to lick that part, and Jin’s nerves shot like fireworks.
It was a good thing he knew how to keep his cool, but he hadn’t felt that kind of sensation before, looking at Tadera responding with an arched eyebrow and a grin as he continued to lick the underside of the length. He could see a trickle of saliva at the corner of the man’s mouth, yet it didn’t seem to bother him while he moved back to the top of the gland and flicked his tongue again. He moved it up and down, back and forth, a slow build-up that had Jin’s head leaning forward, his glasses slipping just an inch on his nose from the movement.
He took it back. Tadera knew what he was doing. Any possible thought of the man’s preferences left the premises of his mind.
It was then that he realized he didn’t know what to do with his hands. Normally, he’d grip it on the partner’s head, tug their locks, or mess their bangs as they continued, but in this case? Would it be appropriate?
He dared to try, more because of the fact that he hated being still than the curiosity of how Tadera would react. One hand moved away from the door and reached to rest on top of Tadera’s hair, messing that small white patch of hair.
Jin noticed two things there. The first was that Tadera’s hair was softer than he expected for a man his age and line of work. The second was that he’d chosen well his action with how Tadera let out a groan, mouth moving further into his cock.
It was more than obvious that Jin groaned as well, fingers gripping into the black and white locks. He couldn’t lose focus, but fuck, Tadera knew how to work that mouth of his aside from talking himself out of situations.
His other hand tried to keep him steady, holding back to the door while his legs remained firm, even if his knees were wanting to buckle against the pleasure he was feeling. His glasses slid off another centimeter, no doubt because of how the room had started to feel warm. And yet, he refused to look away, staring at Tadera, who ignored the glare as he focused on his length.
It made Jin’s heart rate pick up, feeling how hard he was already from Tadera’s tongue. He could feel the head of his cock rubbing against the roof of the man’s mouth, and it made him want to moan at the idea of shoving into his throat. Not only that, there was a way in which Tadera breathed that made Jin’s toes curl inside his shoes. How was that even possible? He didn’t know of that trick.
The image of thrusting his hips into Tadera’s mouth made his fingers dig into the locks of hair tighter, which in return made Tadera let out a moan that caused Jin to fully lean forward, his glasses falling off his face and clattering onto the floor.
Ah, what the hell, they were already into it. He pulled at Tadera’s hair again, leaning his head back for a moment before thrusting into his mouth, hearing the moan and groan as Tadera’s throat bobbed for him. There was saliva and precum smeared on his lips, but Jin didn’t care about that, letting out another groan as Tadera held onto his thighs, looking up at him. The way his eyes glinted back, daring Jin to do that again, made him bite the inside of his cheek and push his hips again.
The sound of Tadera’s grunts filled the room as he took Jin’s cock, and Jin knew he was close to orgasm with how his muscles clenched. The sound behind the door got louder, someone had started to play different music, and Jin took the opportunity to let out a moan as he spilled his release down Tadera’s mouth.
He should’ve warned, but figured the man wouldn’t mind with how diligently he took it all, slowly pulling away with a wet sound.
“Not bad,” Tadera said, his voice hoarse as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Jin grunted, quick to fix himself up; he’d take a proper shower at home. He couldn’t help but notice a wet spot in the front of Tadera’s shorts, but the man did not move to work on himself as he stood up and groaned at the sound of his knees popping.
“Damn, maybe next time invest in a good rug.”
Jin didn’t even know there would be a next time, leaning down to pick up his glasses.
“Well, I'd better head back home,” Tadera hummed, hands back in his shorts and stretching the fabric to not show the bulge he had, “Do try to keep your brother from spying on my way back, Kagemori.”
Ah, no doubt Asuma had been trying something again.
“I will take note of that.”
He stepped aside from the door, Tadera grabbing the hem of his undershirt to wipe the rest of his face and turning to Jin with a smirk.
“See ya.”
Jin didn’t respond, moving back to fix his tie as Tadera left the building. He sighed, grabbed his coat, and put it on to head out as well.
He needed a shower.
And to make sure no one else knew about what he’d done.