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[David listens with his chin propped in his hand, eyebrows raising higher and higher toward his hairline, prompting the appearance of the worry lines he's so self-conscious of. At the last part, he hisses out a soft, sympathetic sigh.]

Sorry to hear that. You certainly had some adventures, though, didn't you?

I'm... not very good at the katagi life.

[ Noctium will translate. Katagi is to the effect of 'respectable' and implies 'non-yakuza'. ]

I was born into the yakuza, trying to live like a civilian doesn't really suit me.

That's understandable. [David lets his eye roam over Daigo's face, the set of his shoulders. Admiring, but curious, too. He wonders what kind of crimes this man has committed, and then wonders not for the first time why that doesn't bother him more.]

When you're used to one way of life for a long time, it's hard to adjust suddenly. I know how that goes.

[ His head tilts, the quirk of a small smile. He's pretty sure he was the one reassuring David of that last time, but he likes the show of compassion. It's a cute look, David. Daigo reaches out and takes one of his hands. ]

We'll do all right.

[ A more rakish smile fits his mouth. ]

Ready to get out of here?

[He's trying this new thing where he cares about other people and their feelings? It's hard but he's trying. David glances from their joined hands to the rakish smile on Daigo's face, and nods, biting back the smile on his own face.]

Yes. Very much so. [He knocks back the rest of his drink without blinking, and then slides out of the booth.]

[ Daigo had mentioned that his apartment was close. The building in question is embedded into the center of a block's worth of bars, the entertainment district wrapped around it with just an unassuming wall keeping the barflies at bay. Once inside and up the elevator, the apartment itself is open and minimal to make the small space feel bigger and brighter than it actually is. It's anchored by clusters of warm, dark furniture. It's nice because he paid someone to set it up that way, he deserves no credit.

The smallness of the space may or may not be a manifestation of Daigo's reluctance to really let people in. He puts on a charming show of extroversion while actually being very solitary. The yakuza life has split him into many compartmentalized pieces with his core self tucked away somewhere hard to reach. Recent loss has exaggerated the feeling of distance that his gem murmurs with.

He hides it well enough, particularly when there's something immediate and obvious to focus on as a distraction. Although his mean one-eyed cat saunters out to yowl at them both discontentedly before anyone can do more than take off their shoes. It's an upgrade from the hissing and scratching of months prior but still a bit like being scolded for coming in after curfew by an angry old man. ]

That's the cat. Watch your hands and ankles around him.

[ He's still fond of the demon cat, despite Goro-chan's obvious personality flaws. ]

[David looks around with a discerning eye as Daigo lets him into his apartment; the arched brow and the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth are a dead giveaway, though. He approves. The appearance of a cat immediately draws an indignant squawk out of him, though.]

I'll just avoid...him...altogether, [he assures Daigo, toeing off his nice shoes and tucking his sunglasses into the neck of his sweater.] I'm not a big animal person.

[ He gives David a reassuring pat on the shoulder. ]

Probably for the best, he's not a people person.

[ Meanwhile, Daigo still goes to address the cat. He talks to Goro-chan in an airy, coaxing tone while herding the creature back to his cat bed. The cat curls up with another plaintive yowl. One good eye still glittering in the darkness from across the length of the room judgmentally. Daigo comes back with a faint smile. ]

Sorry about that.

[ He has contrition to offer, inviting David closer a hand on his arm. ]

Can I get you anything?

[ Out in public he is reserved and careful in his presentation, but this is his own domain now. His warmth is more obviously flirtatious behind closed doors. ]

Oh, it's fine. [David looks thrilled by the hand on his arm, and his other hand instinctively covers it, keeping it there.] I dated Anderson Cooper for two months and his dog hated me. I can deal.

[David's smirk gets even smirkier at Daigo's question.]

As always, my answer remains the same.

[ Faint, rumbling laughter. He would hate to ruin David's moment by mentioning that he has no idea who that is. ]

I'd be a terrible host if I didn't ask.

[ He's also terrible at treating his hookups as simple sex objects. They're always still people in the end. He truly cares for their needs but if there's nothing left to offer but himself-- Oh, he can do that too. He reaches to trace David's jaw with natural confidence and then presses in to kiss him. It's easy and undemanding, he isn't in a rush. ]

I appreciate your dedication, [David murmurs into the space between the two of them, his dark eyes watching Daigo get closer, the lashes fluttering at the hand on his jaw, dragging across his perpetual stubble. He exhales softly as he realizes Daigo is going to kiss him, a little hm of approval preceding the meeting of their lips.

David's in no rush, either, his body pressing a little closer to the other man's now that the physical boundary between them has been breached, one arm sliding up over his shoulder for balance.]

This isn't what I meant by a business loan, by the way.

[ Not that it doesn't serve that function perfectly well. He doesn't even have to send someone to shake the other party down for payments later. It's all neatly encapsulated in one wire transfer. That would be a hell of a way for a yakuza boss to operate though. Maybe he'd at least have been able to be out if Tokyo worked like that. ]

Pretty ballsy coming on to the yakuza boss though.

[ A wry smile, he places his other hand at David's waist and walks them backwards towards the couch. ]

[David pulls back for air and lets out a soft, breathless laugh.]

I didn't think that. [The next comment has him grinning, biting his lower lip as he lets Daigo walk him backwards.]

I've never been afraid of powerful men.

[ A cute attitude, Daigo's not going to ruin it qualifying the reality. Instead, they just meet the arm of the couch and Daigo pauses there with a hand braced along the cushions. ]

No, it sounds a little bit like that's your preference.

[ Which, hey, he can play along with. ]

They're fun when they come along. I don't seek them out.

[David's butt hits the arm of the couch and he just leans against it, reaching for the collar of Daigo's shirt to thumb appreciatively at the fabric.]

This is nice.

Is it?

[ Blithely, as though he has no idea. Or as though that's really what's important right now. A gold necklace glitters underneath, yakuza standard edition. His cologne is nice too; tobacco, amber, saffron. ]

Edited (whitespace, my nemesis) 2021-11-24 03:28 (UTC)

Mmm.

[A distracted reply; he's too busy hooking a finger in that glittering gold chain and tugging gently to pull Daigo in for another kiss. God, he even smells sexy. David can appreciate a good cologne, meticulous as he is about his own grooming.]

[ He smiles in to this kiss, pleased to give it. He lingers there slowly for a moment before pressing deeper. He tastes mostly like that drink, more faintly of the cigarette that he smoked. He loops an arm lazily around David and he's just as strong as he looks. It's incredibly easy to leverage David around with him onto the couch. ]

Make yourself comfortable.

[ Ever the considerate host, huh. ]

[David's mouth is warm and pliant, his lips parting to let his tongue swipe across Daigo's lower lip. He's easily persuaded to move, relaxing against the sofa and tugging Daigo insistently down with him. His gaze glimmers with mischief and unrestrained lust.]

Oh, I'm very comfortable.

[ Mischief is very effective against Daigo Dojima. He may have reigned himself in as a respectable chairman but true yakuza remain unruly at their core. A hum of amusement vibrates in his chest as he's pulled down into the cushions. He presses in close with a hand that starts at David's knee and traces his inseam. ]

Good. Please, make yourself at home.

[ Hospitality that is more like a purr. The blurring edges of synchronization catch like a sudden hook, skeins of amethyst humming back and forth. The taut atmosphere becomes a direct result of Daigo, his gem grabbing at air molecules and arranging them close. The gem sits in his chest, a little further below his gold chain. It guards an old bullet wound that had put him into a coma. He has been lonely but there are some temporary analgesics that he isn't particularly shy about indulging in. ]

Edited (a weird typo) 2021-11-27 05:19 (UTC)

[David sighs a little at the feeling of Daigo's hand sliding up his inseam; his head tilts back a little against the sofa cushion, his own fingers unhooking from Daigo's chain and dipping lower to trace over his gem. It's in the same spot as David's, and he can tell without looking that he's an Amethyst because he can feel it humming back and forth in the air between them like a shared breath. He notices his own breathing evening out in response.]

You're a very good host.

[ His hand brushes David's as he undoes a few of the buttons on his nice shirt, opening more space for the exploration. He chuckles at the flattery too, fingers curling into the shape of David's thigh. He appreciates the solid warmth under his fingers and lets his mind wander over the promise of exploring the rest. Lust is increasingly mutual and overt; unfurling out and making the interactions from his gem brighter and more focused. ]

I try. It helps when your guest is so charming.

[ A little vain and particular, maybe, but Daigo likes all types. They all have their clever points when they're under his hands. All manner of sins are forgiven when skin is involved. He leans closer, mouth finding the stubble along David's throat as the touch along his leg drifts higher. He is composed and confident in what he does, like he's never had a sexual uncertainty in his life. ]

[David laughs, a little breathlessly, on edge from the anticipation of Daigo's hand steadily drifting upward. He means to answer, the words are halfway to his lips, when he feels Daigo's mouth press into his throat. It pulls air into his lungs, a quick steady swell of his chest and a soft ah— on the exhale.

Daigo is incredibly smooth, his confidence unparalleled, and it's painfully attractive.]

...so what other activities have you planned as my host?

[ The curl of a smile into David's skin. ]

Would you like me to set the itinerary? Or do you have some input?

[ It is a friendly invitation to set the expectations. Daigo is perfectly capable of taking the lead or following along. He wants whatever makes his partner most comfortable and satisfied in the situation. Sure, he tends to Daddy everyone by default but he's more than open to changing tact. ]

[David takes a breath to try and center himself, temper his own impatience. His fingers trace the open v of Daigo's shirt, idly unpicking the next button.]

I'm extremely down for whatever you want to do. [His voice is a little reedy, aware as he is of the growing proximity of Daigo's hand to the erection tenting his black jeans.]

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