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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.]

[ The note of a chuckle, finishing the track up to the crotch of David's pants and placing an open hand there, rubbing slowly. As the buttons of his shirt are unpicked, there are further scars from the handful of times he's been shot in the past decade as chairman. Nodules of scar tissue, situated among various stab wounds and cuts. The assassination attempts have been plentiful and Daigo has been resilient, determined to lead his clan. ]

In that case... I think I'm inclined to suck you off and then put you over this couch. We can go from there, hm?

[ The note of inquiry hums against David's neck pleasantly. ]

[David inhales sharply through his nose, licking his lips as Daigo's palm rests over his hard-on and rubs slowly.]

Yes, I like that plan. [His voice is a low simmer, warm like molten sugar as his fingers rub over scar tissue in their quest to unbutton each consecutive button. Daigo is very assertive, and David definitely likes that in a man.]

[ Daigo is a man who commanded 30,000 yakuza. He knows assertiveness, decisiveness. It was required of him and it's a persona he can slip on with ease. ]

Good.

[ Throaty approval as he shrugs out of his shirt when it falls open. It gets tossed carelessly to the other end of the couch. He has the body appropriate to a fighter. Physical imposition has an undeniable place in the yakuza life and he keeps to his regiment in Sumarlok. All that physical strength slips off the couch to sit down between David's feet. Easier to see the tattoo down his back from this angle, although not to make out its precise details. Some angry blue deity wreathed in flames, a dragon coiled around its sword high up the back of one of Daigo's shoulders.

He smirks with pleasure, watching David's face when he cups him through his clothes more firmly. The heat of anticipation makes the sync between the two amethysts stormy with pressure. ]

[David has only a moment to run his hands over Daigo's back, mapping out his physique before he's sinking down to his knees between David's. He huffs out an approving breath, unconsciously mirroring the smirk on Daigo's face.

His gaze does stray down what he can see of the ink on Daigo's back, but decides to prioritize that later on. Now, he's edging his hips a little closer to the edge of the sofa, moaning at the firmer pressure of Daigo's hand.]

You look really good down there.

[ He's not so self-satisfied as to declare that he always looks good but really he does. Whether it's the charming smile or the heated smirk, he is a certain kind of masculine ideal. Strong, fit, but also smart and attentive. He sits up on his knees, leaning in and up to keep David's gaze as he works open the catch of his pants. It's a methodical process, unhurried and purposeful. When the fly is open, he takes the clothes at the hem and urges them down David's hips and out of his way. ]

This looks better.

[ Daigo was very aware that he was attracted to men from a young age. He is attracted with simplicity to a man's body, the unique shapes, colors, and tastes. It is something he revels in, sinks into and is contented by. When he takes David's cock into his hand, his enjoyment of its pulsing heat is genuine, earnest. ]

Edited 2021-12-01 05:52 (UTC)

[Even if he did say it, David would be inclined to agree. He holds Daigo's gaze with rapt attention while he undoes his fly, and obliging lifts his hips to let the other man drag his pants and boxer briefs down his hips. His cock springs free, flushed rosy pink and very interested in what's going on here. David swallows heavily as Daigo takes him in hand.]

I'm not disagreeing.

[ There is something boyish in the way Daigo smiles, totally innocuous as he gives a slow, steady squeeze. The flat of his thumb strokes contemplatively over the ridge of David's cock. It isn't that Daigo isn't also keenly interested and aroused, but that he finds attention to others significantly more captivating. The electric sting through the brightening sync is an obvious signifier; a bolt of anticipation.

Daigo's breath is warm in the moments before his lips touch, eyes relaxing downward. He really does have very long eyelashes for the strong set of his face. ]

[David's head falls back, leaving him to watch Daigo stroke his cock down the elegant line of his nose. He licks his lips, his chest rising and falling evenly as he takes in all of it; Daigo's eyelashes, the warm fan of his breath, the sweet sharp sting lancing through their sync.]

Fuck, [he hisses at the brush of lips against his glans, unable to help the jerk of his hips at the simple, brief touch.]

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