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[David's hips fall into a gentle, controlled rut against the back of Daigo's throat, fingers restlessly curling and uncurling in his hair. Not tugging, though; he gives him the room to pull away if and when he decides to. Every little sound issuing from Daigo's mouth drives him wild, lewd and wet and utterly perfect.

He inhales sharply, and holds his breath, the movement of his hips growing a little bit truncated as he feels himself getting close to his peak. His fingers stroke over the back of Daigo's neck as he warns,] Almost there—!

[ Daigo's hair is much cuter when it's been mussed out of its styling, softened loose across his brow. The severity of the slicked back style is dated but so is the yakuza.

He inhales deeply through his nose, providing a luxuriant sigh of pleasure in response to David's cries. He really does get off most to someone else's pleasure, a self-feeding cycle of give and give and give. He enjoys the desperate twitching of David's cock on his tongue, lacks any shyness or reluctance to have someone come in his mouth; spill down his throat. He is confident enough to retain clear control, regardless.

He is pleasantly breathless by the time he surfaces, mouth flush and eyes dark. He wipes a line of lube from his lower lip with the tip of one finger. His tongue follows after, a swipe at the center of his upper lip. Between the two amethysts his skin is prickling with heat and sensation, surges and whorls of it as David spikes and then spirals down. Vibrant behind his eyes when he blinks, threads of purple. He ends up biting that lower lip, humming contentedly while he watches David come down.

He can't actually believe David is still in that sweater though, shifting up with one knee alongside David's leg on the couch. ]

Hot yet?

[ A teasing tone, pinching the hem between thumb and forefinger. ]

[David can't hold out much longer after that, the way Daigo moans around his cock sending a rush of heady pleasure straight to the core of him. He shudders, jerks, his hips surging forward and his head thrown back to expose the elegant line of his throat as he spills down Daigo's throat in hot pulses.

It takes him a moment to come back to himself, the spots in his vision clearing in time for him to see Daigo licking his upper lip while looking utterly and perfectly debauched. He huffs a laugh, his gaze following as Daigo shifts up to join him on the couch.]

Um, yes. Very. You should help me fix that.

Happy to.

[ His weight sinks onto his knee as he leans in, pressing an appreciative kiss along David's hairline as he works on divesting him. His attention is intense but remains markedly unhurried. Clearly one of those people who unwraps presents neatly. ]

[David obligingly lifts his torso to allow Daigo room to get his sweater off him, revealing a thin white tank top-style undershirt beneath, along with a white gold chain encircling the amethyst at the notch of his clavicle. Dark, neatly-trimmed chest hair peeks out over the neckline of his shirt, until he reaches for that and pulls it off to join his sweater.

He wonders vaguely what Daigo's plan is; he'd mentioned bending him over something earlier, he thinks? Either way, David is content to go with the flow and find out.]

[ Oh, he's going to do exactly that. He's also calmly allowing a moment for breath. His fingertips trace along the edge of the amethyst affectionately, toying up the purple energy in his mind. He likes the gems. As complicated as it is to live here, Daigo is a perfect subject for Malachite's needs. Someone who wants to connect, someone who isn't afraid to do it and to spill out everything he has to offer. That's how he ended up with the big hole in his heart, currently. He opened up and he let someone anchor there. Losing those roots of that big tree has been shocking and there is no one who compares, only distractions.

His eyes refocus on David's face, heady and dark with promise. He puts a hand into the couch cushion alongside David's head and leans in, ]

Up on your knees, please.

[ It's his tone of voice that makes that request sound so filthy. ]

[David feels a shift in the air, in the very molecules of it, as Daigo's fingertips glide over the cool facets of his amethyst. He sucks in a short breath at the sensation, especially when coupled with the hand planted beside his head and the way Daigo leans in with an air about him that David can only describe as 'fucking sexy.' His Adam's apple bobs as he nods and shifts to sit up on his knees.]

Sure. Whatever you want.

[He cringes inwardly. So much for playing it cool. It seems he's only too eager to comply.]

Glad to hear it.

[ Eagerness is the best possible response to Daigo, it's sweet. He pulls David in against him and kisses him fully. If there was any question with his relentless patience, he is very hard against David's hip. It's his normal tact to hold back on himself well into the proceedings but he's certainly ready to press against him now. He guides David's hand down to touch; a gesture to include rather than control. Daigo nips his throat, lingering there for a moment before he works on fiddling out a few more sachets of lube that he tears open one-handed with his teeth. Sure, he has a real bottle over by his bed. He's not going over there to get it. Too busy.

He exhales hotly into the crook of David's neck, the touch of his fingers cold with gel along the line of David's ass; toying at him with his fingers until he finds purchase. ]

[David melts into the kiss, his body warm and pliant where he's pressed up against Daigo. He shudders as he feels exactly how much this is affecting the other man, and lets him guide his hand so that he can mold his palm over the rigid line of him and rub slowly up and down through his trousers.

He moans, feeling the scrape of teeth over his throat. Finds himself squirming a little as he feels those cool, slick fingers press between his cheeks and toy against the dip of his entrance. David shivers at Daigo's hot breath against his skin, a sharp contrast to his lube-coated fingertips.

His hand gives his cock a firmer squeeze, and his mouth approaches Daigo's ear, voice low with wanting.]

I can't wait to feel you inside me.

[ He makes a pleased noise under David's hand, swaying loosely into the pressure. ]

You tolerated my small talk admirably.

[ A platitude he uses on people who don't really understand the circuitous nature of Japanese customs; said with wry, subdued humor. He fucks David with his fingers lazily, enjoying the body squirming against his own. ]

[David makes a small sound of disbelief.] 'Tolerated'? [His breath hitches, there, groaning as Daigo's fingers breach his entrance, before he steadies his voice again.]

I like listening to you.

[Almost as much as he likes touching him; his other hand makes efficient work of exploring Daigo's torso, before joining its twin in unfastening his trousers.]

[ 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.

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