Captivated (Nineteen and Twenty)
Nineteen
Toma walks around the room, looking around acting nonchalant and oblivious. But he knows what he has to do. Aiba and Shachou have left and now he’s in the leader’s room alone to showcase his special skills.
The window is bolted shut.
“It’s so hot in here.” He says in a fake cheerful voice, “Should get some breeze in!” He says before unhooking the fastening of the window and pushing it open, it creaks of age and lack of use.
He hopes Ryo climbs up after a few minutes, that’ll give him time to start the ‘distraction’
“If you’re feeling hot you should take off your clothes not open the window.” Ackh. Perverted old man. The leader must be in his forties, aren’t these old yakuza leaders married or something?
“I can do both.” He natters as he trots to the desk and sits atop it. Even though Toma’s concentration is focused on the window he pulls his shirt up slowly, stretches out his body seductively as he takes it off and throws it behind him. He can hear shuffling from outside and suddenly he’s scared that the leader would turn around.
He leans forward quickly and kisses him, moans so that the noise can shadow the one Ryo is making as he climbs through. Toma feels embarrassed to be in front of Ryo like this but he quashes it, tells himself that it’s important he do this. Hands are already at his belt and he moans again bangs his legs against the desk, pants when his pants are pushed down his hips.
It’s getting hard to keep this up because Toma’s feeling increasingly nauseated, His only solace is that Ryo is completely engrossed in the safe and so he tolerates the hands violating him, adds his own two pence here and there and he’s suddenly pushed onto his knees and the leader is unzipping his own pants.
The Kiiroi leader leans forward and kisses him again and by the time he retracts Ryo is gone and Toma wants to run away from this, wants to take up on Jun’s promises and comforting words. But there are merciless hands in his hair, gripping tight and pushing him towards a cock he doesn’t want to blow.
But he has no choice but to.
Twenty
Ryo runs towards him, a huge smile plastered on his face as he brandishes a big black book.
Aiba was actually right...
Jun couldn’t believe how easy this all has been, he runs out to meet Ryo rest of the way, his heart soaring.
They had done it, procured Toma’s freedom and eliminated competition in one blow. Everyone’ll be happy now, maybe Toma would want to come back to headquarters but this time as his lover.
He’d even share with Yamashita...occasionally
Ryo hands him the book and for some reason he rifles through it just for the heck of seeing what it looks like.
It’s empty.
A/N: And let the games begin~!~ For Cam And Yuki
Toma walks around the room, looking around acting nonchalant and oblivious. But he knows what he has to do. Aiba and Shachou have left and now he’s in the leader’s room alone to showcase his special skills.
The window is bolted shut.
“It’s so hot in here.” He says in a fake cheerful voice, “Should get some breeze in!” He says before unhooking the fastening of the window and pushing it open, it creaks of age and lack of use.
He hopes Ryo climbs up after a few minutes, that’ll give him time to start the ‘distraction’
“If you’re feeling hot you should take off your clothes not open the window.” Ackh. Perverted old man. The leader must be in his forties, aren’t these old yakuza leaders married or something?
“I can do both.” He natters as he trots to the desk and sits atop it. Even though Toma’s concentration is focused on the window he pulls his shirt up slowly, stretches out his body seductively as he takes it off and throws it behind him. He can hear shuffling from outside and suddenly he’s scared that the leader would turn around.
He leans forward quickly and kisses him, moans so that the noise can shadow the one Ryo is making as he climbs through. Toma feels embarrassed to be in front of Ryo like this but he quashes it, tells himself that it’s important he do this. Hands are already at his belt and he moans again bangs his legs against the desk, pants when his pants are pushed down his hips.
It’s getting hard to keep this up because Toma’s feeling increasingly nauseated, His only solace is that Ryo is completely engrossed in the safe and so he tolerates the hands violating him, adds his own two pence here and there and he’s suddenly pushed onto his knees and the leader is unzipping his own pants.
The Kiiroi leader leans forward and kisses him again and by the time he retracts Ryo is gone and Toma wants to run away from this, wants to take up on Jun’s promises and comforting words. But there are merciless hands in his hair, gripping tight and pushing him towards a cock he doesn’t want to blow.
But he has no choice but to.
Twenty
Ryo runs towards him, a huge smile plastered on his face as he brandishes a big black book.
Aiba was actually right...
Jun couldn’t believe how easy this all has been, he runs out to meet Ryo rest of the way, his heart soaring.
They had done it, procured Toma’s freedom and eliminated competition in one blow. Everyone’ll be happy now, maybe Toma would want to come back to headquarters but this time as his lover.
He’d even share with Yamashita...occasionally
Ryo hands him the book and for some reason he rifles through it just for the heck of seeing what it looks like.
It’s empty.
A/N: And let the games begin~!~ For Cam And Yuki