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[ Breathy laughter. He knows a few people who don't have much patience for it, even if they do enjoy him. Shaxx comes to mind, which is briefly a pang of loneliness. He has lost count of how many times he's simply been slung over the Titan's shoulder and carried off when he was done with patience. He's going to forget all about that in just a moment.

David's fingers brush past old scars and bullet wounds on their way downward and Daigo presses in to his hands. He offers up the other packet of lube, inviting David in to touch him. ]

If you're sure about that.

[ The suggestion being that he probably likes this part much better. ]

Mm, quite sure.

[He dips his head to brush his lips over Daigo's shoulder, stubble tickling over his skin. David shudders as he's worked open, but doesn't let it distract him for long.

He gets Daigo's fly open and palms at his cock as he takes the lube and rips it open with his teeth. Sighing at the feeling of hot, soft skin and his palpable arousal, David squeezes lube into his other hand and uses it to stroke Daigo, slow and languid.]

[ Sticky and indulgent, he lingers close to David and enjoys the warmth. As direct as he's been, he's obviously still tenderly engaged. He likes being with others, being close to them, synchronizing in lazy loops of purple. He gasps softly when David's slow stroking feels just a little bit too good. He finally disentangles himself smile curving rakish as he looks at David hungrily. ]

Turn around for me.

[ He really doesn't care about what happens to his leather couch. ]

[The heat between them, the air circulating back and forth in the space between their mouths, is so exquisite that David finds himself a little dizzy, like he's just had a shot of whiskey. The gasp he pulls out of Daigo is sharp, sending a bolt of want straight to his cock, almost as much as the hungry look he gives him.]

Ooh, yes sir.

[His voice is breathless, but still coy and teasing as he does as he's asked and turns around. David drapes himself invitingly over the back of Daigo's nice leather couch, cool against his overheated skin, and treats Daigo to a nice view of his round little booty.]

[ He will never admit to liking that, a long habit of absolutely not encouraging any of his subordinates. But if David likes it and does it all on his own... he'll quietly revel in it. Daigo leans in against his back, a hand trailing up the back of his thigh to the round of his ass which he squeezes roughly with promise. He lingers just long enough to feel him squirm. Then he'll continue, spreading him open with purpose and slicking the head of cock along his hole. A firm, teasing rub before he takes him. His arm winds around David's waist as he brings his hips back to meet him. He has such maddeningly slow control, his mouth open and hot against the back of David's neck. ]

Yes?

[ He inquires, low and throaty to be sure that's comfortable. ]

[David gasps softly, a quiet sharp inhale, at the way Daigo gropes at his ass, delighting in how visceral his touch is. Instinctively, his legs spread apart a little wider, knees cushioned by buttery-soft leather. His body shudders, the muscles of his back tensing and relaxing in turn as he feels Daigo's cockhead drag slick and hot over his hole.]

Fuck. [The curse drops from his lips without a filter as he feels himself open up for Daigo, stretched comfortably taut around him as he's pulled backward by the waist. David feels lit on fire, pleasure frissoning across every nerve. He cranes his head around to look back at Daigo.]

Yes. Very yes.

[ He hums approvingly, a warm vibration in the broad expanse of his chest against David's back. He winds his other arm up under David's shirt, caressing his chest with calloused fingers and palm. He's molded close, seemingly everywhere. He keeps his head where David can see him over his shoulder, expression hazy and self-satisfied. The rhythm is a lazy rock to begin with but he won't keep David waiting much longer, leveraging with a foot against the couch as he thrusts deeply; up, in. His breath is audible, heated even if controlled. The sound goes sharp as the sensation mounts on him, his rein of control slipping.

The song of his amethyst is more intense when he relaxes himself into the pleasure of it. As much as he is very focused on pleasuring others, he is very aware there is a point where his pleasure is the catalyst to that point. Both things exist in a balance and working open David's body with his cock is what they both want now. The arm around his waist uncurls to spread open against his lower back, a fulcrum point to the movement of his hips. ]

[He watches Daigo as long as he can over his shoulder, eyes a molten brown as he soaks in all of the tension and energy between them. When the strain on his eyes and neck become too much, he turns back to bow his head over his arms, arching his back as he focuses on opening up for Daigo, staying relaxed to let him press deep and throbbing into him.]

God, yes—

[He whines, muscles in his neck working as pleasure rains down his nerves, his cock already stiffening again as Daigo's hand trails up his front and back down again.]

That's good.

[ A purr of a compliment, voice dropped low and throaty. His hands roaming are heavy and possessive, feeling out the shape of David's body; over the flex of his back, the cage of his ribs, and the plumpness of his ass. He leans back to watch himself disappear into that ass, inflamed with the visual and the sticky pumping sounds. He moans breathlessly, varying his pace just to hear the different whining pitches that he can get out of David's mouth. Sometimes teasingly, agonizing purposeful before its once again deep and shocking.

He reaches around to gather both cock and balls into his hand, kneading and rolling in his palm and groaning at the fluctuation of synchronization when he does it. ]

Mmm—

[David finds it easy to get lost in this, caught up in Daigo's touch, his voice, the sticky press of their bodies together. There's a pink flush creeping up the back of his neck and his ears, and his breaths are coming out in noisy pants. A filthy groan tears from his chest as Daigo wraps an arm around him and takes him in hand, head falling back against his shoulders.

Determined to give Daigo everything he deserves, his hips begin to slam backwards, meeting every thrust in the middle.]

[ He sounds so good and Daigo buries his nose in against David's throat, aware of the smell of sex and sweat too. ]

Just like that.

[ He's not the noisiest partner in the world, but he's certainly not going out of his way to choke anything back. The structure of the couch underneath them is creaking enough to make up for him anyway, a perfectly good litmus for their energy. He does make a tight groan in his throat as his pleasure winds tight. His amethyst is hot where its pressed into David's back, hungry and vibrant. His fingers seek out the mirroring gem, making a complete loop to and from; give and take. THat gets him to exhale, shaky and eager, ]

Fuck.

[ His attention centers, driving with purpose to find the ledge over. His body is heavy and warm, sliding slick with sweat. ]

[David feels as if he's being split in two, or more accurately like Daigo is taking him apart piece by piece, every touch and word and meeting of their bodies etching away at David's self-control until he's moaning wantonly. One hand gropes to lace his fingers through Daigo's, right over his gem, sweet synchrony clutching at his core along with his orgasm.]

Gah—fuck. [It steals the air from his lungs, his mind going blissfully blank as he tenses up, clamping down hard around Daigo's girth as he spills over his fingers.]

[ Every slow moment is worth it when a partner melts into his hands. Control is best with its counterpoint as the ultimate goal, winding up tight to make the inevitable rush that much better deserved. He likes to do his homework, as it were. David's noises are absolutely inflammatory, a potent drive to finish. Feeling him twitch and come on his dick is beyond satisfying, making his thoughts race hot until there aren't any thoughts at all, just a few more tense thrusts into spent, trembling muscle before he comes with a growling moan.

He pulls out with the head of his cock pressed right at David's tail bone, warm cum flecked on his skin in convulsive spurts. It's a sticky, messy mixture that he rubs against slowly as his head stops reeling. His kiss is drowsy on David's shoulder, voice purring and congratulatory, ]

You're a wonderful guest.

[There's a long, blissful moment of nothing in David's brain; he's just a series of nerve endings feeling so much, all of it good and filthy and satisfying. The hot spatter of Daigo's come across the cleft of his ass brings him back to his body, the sticky rut as he works himself through it. David's eyelashes flutter as he feels Daigo kiss his shoulder, and he lets out a throaty laugh.]

And you are a very generous host.

[ He doesn't try to move for a while, content to enjoy the rush of breath as the pair of Amethysts wind down. He also won't keep David posed like that indefinitely though. ]

Wait here.

[ And he'll go find a towel, slacks loose around his hips. It's the best view of the large tattoo on his back thus far: a furious buddhist god in blue and wreathed in flames. Without particular awareness of the deity's lore, it hard to tell if that suits Daigo or if it's just a flex that he probably picked when he was younger.

It suits him. The dragon that encircles the god's upturned sword had turned out particularly prescient.

When he returns, he slings an arm around David's waist and kisses him once more. What a disgustingly nice dude. ]

[David's happy to wait, despite the pool of rapidly cooling cum on his ass, just breathing in the smell of Daigo's nice leather couch while his nerves settle. He also enjoys the sight of Daigo walking away, taking in an eyeful of that back tattoo with half-lidded eyes.

He's a powerful man, certainly, but David has a hard time imagining him being cruel. Not when he's treated David so well and asked for nothing in return. Nothing David wasn't already offering, anyway. But he supposes it's inevitable that he must have done some unspeakable shit, being Yakuza. But it's certainly not unspeakable the way he comes back and initiates contact, offers David a little affection that he returns with a soft, warm hum in his chest.]

[ He wipes the most obvious mess from David's back before turning over the dampened towel to him. Daigo idles off again to bring back glasses of water, nudges open the door onto his deck, and then comes back to sit down and light a cigarette. He doesn't seem in a hurry to throw David out, just settling back into his skin quietly. That mean ass cat of his slinks out of its bed to sit in a chair on the other side of the coffee table, glowering at them with his one good eye. ]

I'll feed you in a minute, don't give me that look.

[ Muttered idly to the cat. ]

I'm a terrible cook, but I can feed you too if you're hungry.

[He appreciates the help in getting cleaned up, taking the towel with a murmur of thanks before using it to mop up his own mess and clean up the sofa cushion while he's at it. While Daigo pads away to fetch water, David takes the opportunity to put his clothes back on and push his sweaty hair away from his face.

Settling into the sofa, he takes one of those glasses and takes a few grateful gulps.]

Thank you, I'm parched. [He eyes that cat up suspiciously, snorting when Daigo tells the creature to mind his manners.]

—oh, that's a very kind offer, but I have a really nice piece of fish thawing at home, so. Rain check on the terrible cooking.

[ He just smiles, more cheesy than not, ]

Probably for the best.

[ He's a useless rich boy he can't cook for shit. You know how it is. ]

[David huffs a laugh, setting his water aside.]

Probably. Well, I'll get out of your hair, but...

[He rises to his feet and smiles down at Daigo, wringing his hands together slightly.]

Let me know if you ever want a repeat performance.

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