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Segasaki was being weird.More weird than usual that is. Yoh pretended not to notice. It was easier that way, if he was being honest. If he had to focus on Segasaki more than he already was, he’d basically not get anything done with his day. So, instead of allowing the man more brain bandwith, Yoh did a thing he learned to do in university; he compartmentalised.In his room, during the day, he focussed on working hard on the new storyline he’d come up with. He’d brainstormed character development, setting and plot. He’d run it past his editor and the man had seemed surprised by the new direction, but he’d been cautiously optimistic and so far, the first few chapters had met with success.It allowed Yoh more freedom. He’d broken away from the slice of life stuff he’d worked on. No more boobylicious girls, no. Instead it was darker, an enemies to something more between two men. One an office worker, the other the son of a gangster. He’d researched tattoos, the meanings behind them. He’d bought newspapers and trolled them for news related to organised crime. Yoh liked the new storyline. It allowed him more creative leeway. It forced him to draw someone different and to consider the relationship between the two men. It wasn’t outright BL. It was something different, more volatile perhaps with elements of violence and danger that had never been part of his storytelling before. And, he admitted to himself as he leaned back in his chair, it allowed him to explore new sides of himself that he’s discovered since he’s been with Segasaki.The thought of the man and his current weirdness brought a flush to Yoh’s cheeks. He checked his watch. He had another hour at least, before he had to hustle and get food ready for them. Segasaki had messaged earlier to say he wanted pork for dinner, which as luck would have it, they had in the fridge. It would take no time at all to prepare as he’d already put the pork to marinade in the sweet sauce Segasaki liked so much.Yoh sighed and rubbed his eyes. His thoughts wandered to the way Segasaki had been that morning. Just weird, a little off. He’d crawled into Yoh’s bed in the small hours of the morning, nestling against him. He’d wrapped both arms around Yoh’s waist, pulling him against him, and held him there as he ran his nose up and down his neck, scenting him.When Yoh had complained, too hot, too restricted, Segasaki had bit him. Hard. The memory of the bite and how Segasaki had almost immediately licked over the mark, solicitous, soothing the pain, made Yoh groan.He stood up and walked over to the mirror beside his dresser. He didn’t even have to pull his t-shirt away from his shoulder to see the bruise because it was half-visible under the collar of his shirt.He pressed a finger to the bruise and let out a shuddering sigh. It hurt, but it felt good, and it made him feel a little ashamed. When had he turned into this person who liked pain a little too much? Had he always been this way? Is that why Segasaki liked him? He somehow knew Yoh’s dark secrets from the moment he met him? He took one look and could tell Yoh liked being bullied, being manhandled, told what to do, and made to submit?Yoh turned from the mirror and his gaze caught on the door to his wardrobe that was slightly ajar. A flush crept up his cheeks, staining them a deep pink. The skirt was tucked right at the back of the closet, along with the tiny croptop he wore for Segasaki.He’d not dressed up since, and it has been over a month. Yoh smiled as he remembered the mess his clothes had been in once Segasaki had finished with him. He remember the mess he’d been in. How sore he’d been, his muscles aching gloriously, his body marked by teeth and strong hands. It had been incredible. But sex with Segasaki was always incredible. The man knew the way to make Yoh submit to him and although Yoh always tried fighting, making him work for it, ultimately he allowed himself to be coaxed into pliancy, allowing Segasaki to pull him apart in the best ways possible.He sighed, knowing what his closet held. Yoh suspected the reason Segasaki was being so weird, so needy and possessive over him the past few days, was that he needed something extra that he maybe used to get elsewhere before Yoh moved in. And Yoh thought that if Segasaki could be convinced to take Yoh to the host club Kazuya had invited him to, Segasaki would settle down a little.--oo--It was difficult to think. It always was when Segasaki had Yoh in his mouth, swallowing around him, humming deep in his throat, sending impossibly good vibrations all through Yoh.Segasaki had come home, ignored dinner and instead stripped Yoh of his clothes, tipped him onto his back on the dining room table and made a meal of him instead. Yoh had yelled in shock and surprise at first, but Segasaki’s mouth was there to rob him of his feeble complaints, swallowing his moans and whimpers, before kissing him languidly, stealing all thought from him.And now, now he was sucking on Yoh’s cock whilst his other hand busied itself between his cheeks, working him open, one teasing finger at a time. And Yoh was lust drunk. His mind was gone, completely. He was in that hazy place of sensation and desperation and need and want and urgency. He needed to cum, he might die if he didn’t, but he also wanted Segasaki to rut into him, and to fill him up with his beautiful veiny cock, and spill into him, pump him full of his release and, dear god, he wanted so much. He didn’t think his heart was going to last. Segasaki made him feel SO MUCH all the time. As if he was going to float away any minute and never come back down to earth ever again.“So good,” Segasaki murmured against his hip, pressing a soft kiss to the tender skin there. “You taste so good.”“Ngh,” Yoh muttered in response as Segasaki angled his wrist to tip his fingers deeper into him.“Yeah? That good?” Segasaki’s eyes were dark, almost entirely black, as he stared down into Yoh’s eyes. “You like me finger-fucking you, baby?”A soft sob escaped Yoh and he rolled his hips, taking those long questing fingers deeper into his body. Two, it was only two. He needed more. More of a stretch. Unless, unless…“Please.” He arched his back, widening his eyes up at Segasaki. “Mitzuki.”It was unfair, Yoh knew it, using Segasaki’s first name like this, when they were having sex. Somehow calling him by his first name, with no honorifics, drove Segasaki crazy. It made him do wild things. And Yoh really wanted wild things to happen to him tonight.“Fuck, baby,” Segasaki leaned down and started kissing and licking his way along Yoh’s jaw and neck, moving towards his collarbones. He bit and sucked the skin into his mouth, worrying the sensitive flesh with his tongue and teeth, leaving deep marks behind. Yoh keened, desperate.“Mitzuki, please, please,” he moaned, curling his fingers around Segasaki’s biceps. “Fuck me, fill me up.”“Not yet,” Segasaki said, but from the tightness in his voice, Yoh knew it would take hardly any coaxing to get what he wanted. Segasaki teased his entrance with another finger, his gaze intense as he met Yoh’s pleading eyes. “You’re being so good, baby, so very good for me.”It was too much, far too much. Yoh at the best of times struggled meeting Segasaki’s dark and intense looks but when they were like this, with Segasaki bent over him, demanding access to his body, wanting Yoh vulnerable and needy, Yoh wanted to hide himself from that demanding penetrating look. It was like Segasaki wanted to burrow his way into Yoh completely, to consume him entirely, and Yoh knew that if he let it happen, he’d be lost forever. Segasaki was obsessed with him. And admittedly, Yoh was unhealthily desperate for his attention, and fine, he was as obsessed and jealous of Segasaki in turn, but at least he could pretend to be normal. Just about.So he turned his face away, closed his eyes, breaking the intense and intimate way Segasaki watched him as he pushed those long fingers deeper into Yoh, stealing his breath and his sanity. Yoh drew a ragged breath, it was shallow and did nothing to steady him. He felt lightheaded and shaky and needy, god, he was such a needy little slut. Before meeting Segasaki the word was never on his radar or part of his vocabulary. It has such negative connotations but the way Segasaki said it, calling Yoh his little slut, his beautiful slutty boy, held a world of heat and, shockingly, fondness, that Yoh had grown to like it, to own his sluttiness, but only for Segasaki. Only ever for Segasaki.“Baby, are you being shy?” Segasaki nuzzled his nose along his jaw, nipping at the skin, before claiming his mouth in a kiss that liquified every bone in Yoh’s body. Yoh liked kisses. He liked being kissed, he liked the way Segasaki kissed him. This kiss was teasing, promising a night full of whispered words, reverential touches and long drawn out sessions where Segasaki slaked his lust by bending Yoh into compliance.“No,” Yoh said, feeling shy and overwhelmed. “No, just…don’t tease me. I need…Mitzuki, I need…” His voice ended in a soft snicking gasp when Segasaki pulled him upright so that they were chest to chest. God, he hadn’t even stripped out of his weatherman suit. He was still fully clothed and Yoh…Yoh was naked, vulnerable and desperate for Segasaki to bully him. To take and not be nice to him.“Tell me,” Segasaki said, brushing the hair from his damp forehead. “What do you need?”Yoh rolled his eyes and pooched his lower lip out. Why, why did he always do this. Did he derive some kind of pleasure from making Yoh admit things like this?“iwantyoutofuckmehardandmakemecry.”--00--Segasaki’s smile would make lesser men run for the hills but Yoh stared up at him, his eyes wide, his lips pink and kiss-bruised. A soft flush had crept up Yoh’s neck, onto his cheeks, tinting them a delectable pink colour that contrasted beautifully with his honeyed skin.Cute, he’s so cute, Segasaki thought, unable to hide how much he just loved seeing Yoh like this.“Mitzuki,” Yoh whispered, giving a slight shiver. “Don’t..don’t stare at me like that.”Segasaki raised a hand, brushed it along all the bare skin of Yoh’s torso, trailing it up and over his chest to come to rest just below his neck.“You want me to fuck you and make you cry, baby? Is that what you want?”“Yes, please.”So cute, such beautiful manners too. Segasaki adored how Yoh played loose and fast with his different personas when it came to sex. He could be demanding, shy, bratty, imperious, needy, desperate but above all, he loved being fucked. And Segasaki loved fucking him. He was responsive in a way that made Segasaki go feral. Sometimes he worried about the bruises he left on Yoh but once, shortly after they started having sex, he’d watched from the doorway as Yoh stood in the bathroom, examining every mark and every bruise on his body. Segasaki had seen his expression in the mirror. He’d looked so pleased and proud as he examined himself, unaware of the fact that he had an audience. He’d turned this way and that, lifting his chin to examine the litany of soft pink bruises trailing the length of his beautiful neck, touching the bruises lightly, an expression of wonder on his face.“Your wish,” Segasaki said, smirking down at Yoh. He tracked the way Yoh’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, before he moved his hand higher, wrapping his fingers around Yoh’s throat. He pressed lightly, feeling the butterfly flutter of Yoh’s pulse under his fingers. He increased the pressure, just enough to assert his dominance, and Yoh moaned softly.“Unzip me,” he instructed Yoh and waited patiently for his words to register. He hummed in approval when he felt Yoh’s hands on him. As a reward he pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. Yoh took it further, opening up for him, allowing his tongue to slide into his mouth. Yoh’s hands felt cool against his raging erection and Segasaki drew back to look down between them. Yoh’s hands on his cock always did it for him. They used to be so tentative at first, hesitant as if he worried he’d hurt Segasaki but when he found that Segasaki liked it hard and fast and firm, just shy of painful, he’d become braver.He slicked the precum dripping down Segasaki’s slit along the length of him, and started stroking him in a slow and steady rhythm. It felt so damn good.“Lie back, baby,” Segasaki said, pushing Yoh down so that he lay on the dining room table. As soon as his back hit the surface, Segasaki pressed the head of his cock to the tight ring of muscle of Yoh’s ass and pushed forward just enough to breach him.“Oh shit,” Yoh moaned, arching his back, his hands finding Segasaki’s wrists where he held Yoh’s hips. “Yes, like that.”“No lube,” Segasaki said, his own voice tight. “I don’t want to tear…”“You won’t,” Yoh said, lifting his hips. “I promise. Just do it, Mitzuki, please.”Segasaki’s gaze burned hot as he stared at the boy beneath him. Then he spat on his cock, using one hand to spread the spit over his length, before he leaned forward and pushed into Yoh.“Oh…” Yoh’s groan was soft and the grip of his hand on Segasaki’s wrist tightened. “So…just, just do it.”“Yeah? You ready?”Yoh leaned his head back and let out a small desperate sound. Segasaki pushed in more, bullying his way into Yoh’s tight body, feeling faint at how his own need seemed to increase the more Yoh begged him.Once he bottomed out, balls deep in his beautiful boy, Segasaki leaned forward, pressed a reverent kiss to Yoh’s perfect mouth, and started fucking him in earnest. Long drags in and out of Yoh’s tight body made Yoh whimper and when he changed his pace to short, sharp and fast thrusts, Yoh keened, working himself up and down Segasaki’s cock, meeting each thrust with an undulation of his own hips.It was hot, god it was so hot, and Segasaki was not going to last but he would be damned if he came first. He yanked both of Yoh’s legs up and over his shoulders, spearing his cock relentlessly into the wet heat of Yoh’s willing body.Yoh’s perfect cock, not as big as Segasaki’s, but pretty, so very pretty, was leaking cum from his tip, smearing all over his stomach. It was hot, so fucking hot. He released a hand from Yoh’s hip, only vaguely registering the fingerprints he was leaving behind, and reached for Yoh’s cock.Yoh made a sound like he was dying as soon as Segasaki touched him.“Yesssssss.” Yoh arched his back and hips off the table, shuttling his cock in and out of Segasaki’s firm grip. “Like that, Mitzuki, please, please…so good.”Segasaki nodded, curving his body forward so he could catch Yoh’s eyes. They were brimming with tears, shiny and wild with lust, almost entirely black. Good, this was good. He’d asked for this, Segasaki reminded himself. He wanted to be fucked until he cried, and Segasaki was magnanimous like that.He renewed his onslaught, feeling his balls draw high and tight against his body, readying for release. Yoh’s breathing stuttered, and he let out a sob, his gaze widening even more as Segasaki shoved his cock against his prostrate, working that magic little button inside of him ceaselessly.“Wanna come, baby?” Segasaki’s voice was low and Yoh made a desperate little sound in his throat. “Let go, my beauty. Show me how well I’ve fucked you.”“Mitzuki!”Segasaki groaned as Yoh tightened even more around his cock, shaking and shuddering through his release. He pushed forward, shoving himself into Yoh in a ceaseless rhythm, fucking him through his orgasm and selfishly chasing his own, regardless of Yoh moaning and batting at him, desperate for him to stop.He came hard, his entire body curving over Yoh’s as he emptied himself into his lover’s body. Segasaki shook wildly, dropping his forehead to Yoh’s, his breathing ragged and harsh, the only noise in the small apartment.He was distantly aware of Yoh’s hands stroking through his hair, petting him, making soothing noises and he allowed himself that for a few minutes, welcoming it. Then he pushed himself up and gently coaxed himself out of Yoh’s body.Yoh lay back, all big eyes and liquid limbs, as he watched Segasaki do the thing he always did. In the past he would have squirmed, now though, he lay back and let Segasaki look his fill. If he thought it weird that Segasaki insisted on inspecting him every time they had sex, to check his hole and his level of discomfort, he kept it to himself. “Are you sore?” Segasaki shot him a look, eyebrow raised. “Was I too rough?”Yoh caught his lip and shook his head. “Are you lying to me right now?”“What? No.” Yoh dropped his head back against the table and huffed a breath. “It was good. I’m good, I’m fine.”Segasaki hummed under his breath, using a thumb to hook gently into Yoh’s rim. Some of his cum spilled out and he smiled quietly to himself as he pushed it back inside of his boy.“Do you want the plug?”Yoh’s breath caught and he glanced away, colour tinting his high cheekbones. Segasaki pressed a kiss to his soft lips. Sometimes Yoh needed to feel full after sex. The plug helped with that and it helped keep Segasaki’s copious amounts of cum inside his body. It was dirty, downright filthy, but Segasaki revelled in it. He left Yoh there, briefly, before heading to his bedroom, choosing one of the more comfortable plugs for his boy. Yoh lay where he left him, an arm flung over his eyes, his breathing even. He trailed his fingers up Yoh’s long legs, spreading him wide, before carefully pushing the plug into him.The clear diamond jewel flashed prettily between Yoh’s cheeks, and Segasaki smiled, pleased. He cleaned Yoh’s cum off his stomache before helping him upright and dressing him. They sat down to dinner and the food was good. They didn’t speak much. Yoh was a little spacey and afterwards they curled up on the couch and Yoh let himself be arranged to fit snugly against Segasaki.He dozed as Segasaki watched a new show on climate change on one fo the streaming services they subscribed to. Yoh’s phone buzzed a few times and Segasaki glanced at the name flashing across the screen.Kazuya.He nudged Yoh lightly. “Your friend is messaging you.”“What?” Yoh struggled upright against him, looking sleep soft and his mouth was kiss bruised. Segasaki couldn't help the low rumble in his throat. He tugged lightly at Yoh's full lower lip with his thumb. Yoh blinked at him, long thick lashes sweeping over eyes that always drive him a little crazy. “Kazuya. You’ve got messages.”Yoh reached across and checked his phone, the screen tilted so that Segasaki could see the messages. The way he didn’t even bother trying to hide them, made Segasaki feel some kind of way. There were things he knew Yoh hid from him, but then there were things like this, his complete openness about his budding relationship with this mysterious Kazuya. It was good for him, Segasaki thought. Yoh needed friends. He lived a life far too insular, but then Segasaki liked that. A part of him loved the idea that he kept Yoh to himself, isolated, dependant on him. And the gods know, he knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to hide his boy away. He had no idea how gorgeous he was, how delectable. If the world came to realise that, Yoh would easily see him for what he was: hopelessly obsessed and psychologically damaged. Even so, he'd been doing his best to curb his reactions around Yoh. Because he’d sensed the change in him since the skirt incident. He was far more brazen, a little more cheeky, a little more demanding. And Segasaki loved that. If this new friend was the one behind Yoh’s behaviour, there was no way he was going to come between them.“They’ve invited us to the club this weekend,” Yoh said, tilting the screen of his phone so he could see the spill of messages. “A special event. VIP’s only. Exclusive.”“Do you want to go?”Yoh stilled against him, muscles tense. “Do you want to go?”“I’ll go if you want to go. I have promised you.”“Then I want to go.”Segasaki hid his smile against Yoh’s neck, pressing a warm kiss against his skin. “Perfect. Send me the details. Do you need to go shopping for something to wear?"Yoh was quiet for so long Segasaki had to lean forward to peer at his face to make sure he'd not zoned out. But no, Yoh was staring at his phone, looking a little like he wanted to jump up and run away. Segasaki wrapped an arm tight around him, pulled him closer. "My beautiful boy? What's wrong?""Nothing, I'm fine. I might have to go shop for one or two things...""I'll leave you my card," Segasaki said, unbothered. "I...I won't need it. But thank you," Yoh said, voice quiet. "I'll manage this time."Segasaki nodded, letting it go. He watched Yoh message back that they'd be attending the party, before he tossed the phone on the table and snuggled back against Segasaki, slotting his ass perfectly against Segasaki's hardening cock. "Again?" Segasaki murmured, tone teasing. "I don't know what you mean," Yoh said, tone fully innocent but laughter bubbling under. "You're the one insisting on pushing against me like this. Take responsibility, Mizuki."The squeal he let out when Segasaki tossed him onto his back under him will live in Segasaki's brain as one of his favourite noises ever.
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Yoh was up to something and Segasaki was in a mood to indulge him, knowing full well the payout would be worth the secrecy and sneaking about.He got the invitation from an unknown number on the day of the party. He memorised the address and the password, before confirming his attendance. Then he deleted the message from his phone and did his best to finish his work schedule, but his attention strayed.When Yoh had come home and told him about Kazuya, his interest had been piqued. He’d not been part of the scene in over a year. He did not know this person Yoh had befriended but he had asked some past contacts who were still active if they knew anyone called Kazuya and the club he ran. Segasaki knew that the community looked after their own and when the answers started tricking in, almost reluctantly, he’d sat up and taken note.The consensus was that the club was legitimate in every way. A highly respected host club / dance venue, that allowed private hire. Kazuya was young, but they ran the club fair and looked after its workers. He’d been forwarded pictures and the place appeared tasteful, discrete. He’d also been sent a photo of Kazuya and he’d stared at the picture for a long time, taking in the clothes, the expensive manicure, the perfect hair, the light but tasteful make-up. He didn’t recognise Kazuya but he did recognise what this meant. Kazuya may be the face of the club, but no doubt they answered to someone else. Worries growing, Segasaki asked more questions and eventually found someone who’d talk. It was rumoured that the club belonged to Inagawa-kai, the third largest yakuza group working in Japan. They’d been one of the first yakuza groups to expand internationally too.Kazuya was either directly related to someone in the yakuza or they were someone’s pet. And Yoh had stumbled face first into something that could be very dangerous for them both. It all depended on what this Kazuya wanted from Yoh or from Segasaki. Had Kazuya done his research on Yoh? Had he found out who he shared a house with? Who Segasaki was?The thought made a slow curl of anger and annoyance unfurl in Segasaki. He would go tonight, because Yoh wanted to, and he would see for himself who this Kazuya was and what their game was.-00-The club opened at ten and Segasaki arrived at eleven, dressed all in black. He wore some of his favourite rings on his fingers. They flashed in the neon lights of the entrance as he was allowed admittance. The passage was black glass, the carpet plush and dark red under his leather shoes. A security guard checked his details once more, before swinging the main doors to the club open for him and he stepped inside.His first impression was that he was in the wrong place. It looked more like a gentleman’s private members club that were exclusive to British aristocracy. There was a long bar along the one wall, tables and leather sofas dotted around the place. The music was soft, underlying the murmur of conversations. The art on the walls was tasteful, lit perfectly to accentuate the exclusive feel of the entire place.A young man in his mid to late twenties spotted him and moved over towards him. He gave a small bow.“Your first time with us?” His voice was deep and rich and well modulated. His suit wasn’t off the shelf, Segasaki noticed immediately. He looked expensive. He wondered how much Kazuya paid their staff.“I have been invited by Kazuya-san,” Segasaki said. “I am meeting someone here.”The man’s smile was wide, easy and gave no indication that he found Segasaki’s words anything but expected.“Of course, come with me. Would you like anything to drink?”“In a moment,” Segasaki said, nodding for the man to lead to the way.“My name is Kengo, Hashimoto Kengo,” he said once he’d gestured Segasaki into a comfortable booth, allowing him a view of the entire club. “I’ll let Kaz know you’re here in the meantime.”He was left alone for maybe two minutes before someone else approached the table carrying a bottle and a glass. “Compliments of the boss,” the young man said, flashing him a dimpled smile. His manners were impeccable as he opened the bottle of expensive wine, showing the label to Segasaki after he poured him a small sip to test to see if it was to his liking. It was, and he poured Segasaki a decent amount, before setting it aside. “Bring another glass,” Segasaki said, nodding to the empty seat opposite him. “Keep me company until the boss deigns to show up.”He sipped his wine, watching the other hosts and their clients in the room. Not knowing this was a host club, you’d think it was merely where men came to drink quietly after a hard day’s work. The conversation was low, a pleasant buzz, with no rowdy shouting or obnoxious music playing. An adult club for adults. Segasaki had missed this. He hadn’t realised quite how much.He watched as two men wove their way through the tables, heading towards a door at the back of the club. The open door gave him a glimpse into another passage, and some stairs leading upwards. “The night club is upstairs,” the host from earlier said as he slipped into the seat opposite him. He’d brought a glass, but he made no move to pour himself wine. It would be rude to do so until Segasaki invited him to.“What else is upstairs?”“Two floors of nightclubs, playing different music. There are private rooms for members who prefer to discuss matters best not discussed in public.”Segasaki took this in, a low hum of concern under his skin. What was Yoh doing in a place like this? How had he managed to catch the eye of someone like Kazuya? He exhaled slowly.“What is your name?”Unlike Kengo, although his manners were impeccable, did not seem as comfortable in his role as host. But Segasaki was graced with a lovely smile that flashed an unexpected dimple.“You can call me Kenji,” came the answer.They made a bit more small talk, with Segasaki looking around the room, asking questions about how long the club’s been here (five years), what to expect from tonight’s party (now that would be telling with a coy smile) and how long has Kenji worked here (five months).Segasaki watched the comings and goings of the hosts and their guests and thought that Kazuya had great taste, catering to a wide range of clientele. So far he’d seen nothing but beautiful men across a range of ages and dress, treat their guests with easy respect, bordering on the familiar. There was the obvious bad boy who was a little aggressive towards his customer, eyes made alluring by artfully applied mascara and eyeliner, dressed in the high end version of a leather jacket and torn jeans. There was the earnest young office worker who played the younger shy employee for his two clients. The rich playboy with his coterie of hangers on. It was all a stage, perfectly set out to capture their guests’ attention and holding it.The doors beside the bar opened and Kazuya stepped into the room, flanked by two other men. The room, as one, rose to their feet and bowed to Kazuya out of respect. Interesting.Segasaki took his seat once more as Kenji slid from the booth to wait for Kazuya to come to them. Kazuya was dressed in a gorgeous flame-red three piece suit. It was tailored to fit their slender form and the vest beneath looked more like a corset than a vest. It showed off Kazuya’s perfect skin, the delicate collarbones and elegant neck to perfection. A single diamond nestled in the hollow of their neck and it was wonderfully understated.Segasaki once more rose to his feet as Kasuya neared, allowing his gaze to sweep over this enigma before him. They were the kind of beautiful that could flay you open to the core and leave you bleeding out in a ditch and you’d thank them for it. Nothing about this person made Segasaki feel comfortable.“Segasaki-san,” Kazuya said, their gaze heavy on him. “It is a pleasure to meet you eventually.”“The pleasure is all mine, I’m sure,” Segasaki said, waiting for Kazuya to slide into the seat opposite him before he sat down himself. “Kenji, would you mind?”Kenji jumped to pouring Kazuya some wine, before refreshing Segasaki’s glass. He gave Segasaki a quick wink as he did so, a conspirator, before disappearing into the room to attend some other newcomers by the door. Segasaki watched Kazuya watch him and resisted the urge to fidget or look uncomfortable. He grew up in a family where any sign of vulnerability was singled out and slowly and meticulously destroyed. He could withstand this kind of examination until the sun rose in the east and set in the west.“You haven’t told him who you are,” Kazuya said, surprising him with their directness.“There is no reason for him to know, Kazuya-san,” Segasaki said. “My family disowned me. As far as I consider it, I am an orphan. Beholden to none.”“It was very easy for me to find out who you are. You are a public personality after all.”“I don’t see how any of this is your business,” Segasaki said, lowering his glass. “Kazuya-san.” He allowed a strain of annoyance at the other’s picking thread into his voice.Kazuya’s smile could light up a battlefield and the gleam in their perfectly made up eyes was predatory. They’re dangerous, Segasaki thought to himself. Far more dangerous than I anticipated.“Why have you taken an interest in my…in Yoh?” He pointedly glanced around the room, taking in the two men who’d entered the room with Kazuya who loitered just out of earshot. Their suits were cut to accommodate the hidden weapons. Segasaki let out a little sigh. He should have fought Yoh a little harder about coming here.“He is delightful. So pretty. He has no idea how mesmerising he is.” Kazuya let out a little sigh of regret as they curled their long fingers around the stem of the wine glass, taking a delicate sip. “And it intrigued me, that he wanted to change himself for someone.”“He doesn’t need to change,” Segasaki said. “He is perfect as he is. I have told him. Shown him.”“And yet, he came to me.”The words hung between them, heavy with implication. Segasaki leaned forward, darting a glance at Kuzuya’s bodyguards to assess their reaction towards his move, he focussed on Kuzuya.“I don’t want to control his movements. He is his own person, Kazuya-san. But if I think you mean to harm him…” Segasaki sat back, spreading his hands wide. “You will have me to answer to.” Segasaki toyed with his glass, his vision darkening at the edges. “And I am more than ready to burn anyone who thinks they can lay a hand on him in harm.”Kuzuya’s gaze narrowed on him and then, to Segasaki’s surprise, they let out a deep appreciative laugh.“We are of a mind, my dear,” they said, a purr to their voice now. “My little brother is too precious to be handed over to some brute who forces him into compliance. But I see now that you genuinely care for him and what happens to him.”“Little brother?” Segasaki came close to rolling his eyes. “Has he joined your family then?”“No, but I like him.”“And he is mine. I do not share, Kazuya-san.”The silence is full of meaning and Kazuya’s face became a mask, near unreadable. But there was a quirk to their mouth that indicated amusement.“More is the pity,” they murmured, finishing off the last bit of their wine. “Come with me.” -00-The room Kazuya led Segasaki to was even more plush and elegant than the bar area that meets you as you enter the club. Unlike the general club and bar areas, the security here was more visible and far more strict. With Kazuya at his side, Segasaki was issued a personalised ID card containing his finger prints and an exclusive code to access the area. Without both those things, he would be denied access.The area wasn’t as large as the club rooms or the bar area but even so, it was sizeable yet intimate. Dark walls, dim lighting, deep velvety chairs welcomed intimacies hidden from those who weren’t there to observe.There was a stage, small, slightly raised, where a young man was performing a sensual jazz song accompanied by a three man band, his voice pleasant and silken, rising just above the soft sounds of conversations.The hosts here were dressed in less and as they passed by a table with three men, Segasaki saw two men kneeling over a third, lavishing him in openmouthed kisses. A kick of unexpected lust jolted through his body. He let Kazuya lead him to a corner table where he settled himself in one of the large velvet chairs.A server moved silently towards them at Kazuya’s graceful gesture. They ordered a bottle of whisky for the table. Whilst they were arranging that with the server, Segasaki took the opportunity to look around, noticing the less than innocent acts that were being performed around them. The trio of men they’d past on entry had sat their toy upright now, on the table and one was knelt between his legs, sucking on his flushed cock, cheeks hollow. The other man was bent forward, tilting the third man’s face up for a deeply ravenous kiss. It was only when he moved slightly, that Segasaki thought he recognised the tree of them. He was sure they were members of a JPop group.“My clientele expect discretion and we assure them of it,” Kazuya explained, watching him watching the trio. “We are open minded and allow them a safe space, outside public scrutiny, to enjoy themselves, no questions asked.”“Are there more rooms?” Segasaki looked away from them, back to Kazuya.“Yes. I can arrange for you to view them if you wish?”Segasaki offered him a small smile. “Not without Yoh, Kazuya-san.”As if speaking his name conjured him from thin air, Segasaki spotted Yoh making his way towards them from across the room, leading the server towards them. His breath caught in his chest, and he rose to his feet, his gaze unable to move from Yoh who looked like something from another world.He was shirtless, entirely naked to the waist, wearing an intricate arrangement of glinting chains across his chest and torso. His skin glowed a soft gold in the low light of the room, and as he moved towards Segasaki, the gauzy billowy trousers he wore, showed off his lean legs.Yoh, always perfect and beautiful, was a creature of stunning lusciousness tonight. He looked like an immortal come to this earth to destroy Segasaki’s sanity. His face was expertly made up, with kohl smudged around his eyes and mascara accentuating the ridiculous thickness and length of his lashes. The skin of his face had a soft sheen to it and his mouth had been stained a deep purplish red.He looked like sin made entirely for Segasaki.“He is divinity made flesh,” Kazuya said, their voice low as they watched Yoh walk closer. “The way he moves, the shy smiles, his innocence. You are very lucky, Segasaki-san. I know several patrons who would offer you a great deal of money for a night with him.”Segasaki swung to look at Kazuya, noticing the taunting smile on their mouth. He knew he was being played but he genuinely didn’t care. “Leave. Leave now.”Kazuya laughed in his face but did as he was told, moving away from the table towards Yoh. He watched Yoh pause to listen to whatever Kazyua said to him, before dipping his chin and smiling. Kazuya leaned up to press a gentle kiss to Yoh’s mouth and Segasaki’s pulse rate fluttered. He wasn’t sure he liked or disliked seeing the two of them together but right now, he needed to get his hands on Yoh.“Segasaki-san,” Yoh murmured when he neared the table and Segasaki nearly died. From day one Yoh had never used honorifics with him and hearing him be formal towards him was dizzying.He blindly reached towards Yoh, drawing him closer, until he was pressed against Segasaki’s chest.“You are an impossibility,” Segasaki breathed, dipping his head so he could nose along Yoh’s jaw, behind his ear then along the sculpted length of his perfect neck. “What am I going to do with you, hmm, my beauty?”His skin was soft over firm muscles and he smelled an intoxicating mix of honey, ylang ylang and something deeper, spicier. It made Segasaki feel like he was close to breaking point.“Segasaki,” Yoh’s smile was a little dazed, a little embarrassed. “What are you doing? In front of all these people?”Segasaki growled low in his throat, glancing up at the handful of interested parties around the room paying them some interest.“I’m not the one drawing unwanted attention, baby. Dressed like this, showing off like this? Of course these hungry men will notice you.”Ignoring the sharp inhale at his words, Segasaki brushed a hand over Yoh’s flat nipple, trailing his hands underneath the network of chains cascading over his body. He kept his touch light, bringing soft moans from Yoh as he dipped his fingers into the familiar curve of his waist and yanked him closer still. Yoh looked…he look incredible. Segasaki couldn’t think. He sank down in the velvet depths of his chair and brought Yoh with him, legs on either side of Segasaki’s hips. He urged him to sit down properly, the soft gauzy fabric unable to hide the fact that Yoh was already more than a little aroused. It sparked a dark desire in Segasaki.Ignoring Yoh’s murmurs of slight protest, he easily gripped his wrists behind his back in one large hand and looked his fill. His heart soared. His boy was so beautiful, so wanton, so needy. And although he was clearly a bit shy, a bit uncertain, he’d dressed like this for Segasaki, to make him look, to make him crazy.He trailed a hand along the exposed skin of Yoh’s leg, higher up, towards his erection now fully visible, even in the darkness of the club. He cupped him through the fabric, rubbing against his sensitive cockhead, smearing the precum he found there into the fabric and along his cock.“Segasaki,” Yoh breathed, lashes low as he stared between them as Segasaki’s hand moved over him. “Segasaki, do you like this?”“Yes,” Segasaki said. “Yes, you look like my little slave, my toy to play with. To do anything with as I see fit.”“Kiss me, please?”Such pretty manners. Still so coherent. Segasaki drank deeply from the whisky before pulling Yoh’s mouth to his. He poured some of the fiery liquid into his mouth and sucked on his tongue, making Yoh moan. He brought his other hand around to rest on Yoh’s hip, urging him to rub up against him. It took the merest suggestion for it to happen and, he noticed in delight, as Yoh rocked against him, leaning downwards into the kiss, that he kept his hands ever so obediently behind his back, as if they’d been tied there. His boy was so easy to teach when he was in the right frame of mind.Segasaki kissed him the way Yoh demanded to be kissed. Slow and languid, as if they had all night to do just that. He was aware of eyes on them but he didn’t really care because Yoh seemed not to care. He explored his boy’s body as he rocked against him, the slow drag of their clothed cocks against each other the best preamble to the real thing.Eventually Yoh made a warning noise in the back of his throat and sat up abruptly, gasping for air. Segasaki sagged back against the couch and stared at him in a light daze. His mouth, Segasaki thought to himself, should be a sin. If Yoh had been born in an era where men went to war for beauty Segasaki would have had to ensure his army was seventy thousand swords strong, at the very least.The thought made him smirk and he took the breather to examine the chains wrapped around his boy. It was an intricate design. Deceptively fragile looking, but on closer inspection, he saw the strong links and clips holding it all together so it could spiderweb across his shoulders, collarbones, chest and torso.“This is pretty, my beauty. Is it something your friend gifted you?”He fingered a sweet string of pearls that shimmered in the low light before he looked up to examine Yoh’s face. He was blushing, the faintest flush spread across his cheeks and he looked…pleased.“No,” Yoh said. “I…I designed it after looking at a few things online. Kazuya knew where I could have it made.”“It is very fetching, baby. It suits you. Delicate looking but strong.” He tugged on the centre strand. “All it needs is a little collar and leash to lead you around in, like the sweet little pet you are.”“Oh,” Yoh’s eyes grew large. And then to Segasaki’s surprise he squirmed out of his lap. “I’ll be right back.” And before Segasaki could stop him, he was crossing the room to talk to the same server as earlier. The conversation was low and intense and then the server disappeared through a door Segasaki didn’t know existed. As he watched, a man approached Yoh, leaning into his space to say something to him. Yoh gave the man such a sour look at whatever he said, Segasaki could feel it all the way across the room. The man raised his hands in the air by way of apology before shooting Yoh an apologetic smile then he ambled off back to his table where three other men were seated, openly laughing at him for making a fool of himself.Segasaki raised an eyebrow when he caught Yoh’s gaze resting on him. The little moue he made in answer nearly had Segasaki laughing. But then the server was back handing something to Yoh.For the second time that night, Segasaki had the chance to watch Yoh walk towards him. It was unlike his usual walk. This was a saunter, shapely legs flirting with the open panels on his gauzy flowy trousers, bare feet supple and graceful. The low light teased glints of gold and flashes of pearl from the fine cascade of chains he wore. Every eye in the room had turned to him. Segasaki felt proud of his boy. He relished in his beauty. He craved him on a level that he knew spoke of psychopathy and he didn’t care one iota.“Segasaki-san,” Yoh said, coming to a stop before him, his voice soft and his eyes low, low. “Segasaki, I brought something for you.”He sank to his knees before Segasaki in a display of grace and submission and then he raised both hands, palms open, towards Segasaki.“For me?”Segasaki lightly stroked the slender diamante choker displayed across Yoh’s palms. He touched the slender lead that would latch onto the dainty D-ring of the choker. “Yoh, baby. Are you sure you want to play this game?”Submissive as he was right now, Segasaki knew that Yoh really was a brat, someone who liked to push and wheedle at Segasaki until he had Segasaki hungry enough for him to make him hang off his cock, sobbing and begging for release. That was one side of Yoh, one that Segasaki loved to indulge him in.But this, this collar and lead, this whole display elevated their level of play to another level.“Yes,” Yoh said, voice firm. He risked a look up at Segasaki’s eyes. “I think I’d like it. I know you like it too.”“Do you now?” Segasaki leaned forward so he could cup Yoh’s jaw in the palm of his hand. “Do you know that if I put that choker on you, and if I put this pretty little lead on that clip, it will tell everyone here that you are mine?”He watched as his words registered. Yoh’s eyes widened, the colour darkening to a near black. A small tip of his tongue swiped over his lower lip.“I would not hate that, Segasaki-san,” he managed, voice breathy.“It would mean that in here, I could tell you what to do and if you didn’t do it, I’d be in my rights to punish you as I see fit,” Segasaki said, rubbing his thumb over that soft lower lip that trembled under his touch. “Is that still something you want?”Yoh sat back on his heels, head low, as if in contemplation. Then he slowly brought his hands back up again, offering the chocker and chain to Segasaki. It was a performance executed with exquisite care and Segasaki allowed himself an inward smile. Tonight was turning into something deeply interesting. He wondered how much of this was Yoh and how much of it was Kazuya’s training.Aware of the eyes on them, Segasaki raised the choker from Yoh’s hands and slipped it around his neck, fastening it so that it nestled lightly against his flawless skin. Next he clipped the delicate chain onto the D-ring and gave it a gentle tug, bringing Yoh forward. Around them there were murmurs and soft applause. A server approached with champagne and set it on the table. Neither Yoh nor Segasaki paid anyone any heed, caught up in their own world.“Would you like to sit with me?” Segasaki smiled down at him. “Enjoy some champagne?”Yoh rose to his feet and, like before, he swung himself onto Segasaki’s lap, but this time, he had his back to Segasaki’s front so he could lean forward and pour Segasaki some champagne.“Not having some?”“You can feed me some,” Yoh said, a cheeky tone in his voice as he looked over his shoulder at Segasaki.“Little tease, you angling for a spanking?”“I would never,” Yoh said, eyes mockingly wide. The display of fake innocence so blatant it made Segasaki want to throw his head back and laugh. He tugged on the lead a little, making Yoh gasp. “Behave, my beauty, let me play with you. Watch the games others are involved in and take note of what you might like me to do to you.”The whisky was fire in his blood and the champagne ignited the heat. He paid little enough attention to the room as a whole as he mapped Yoh’s body with his hands and lips, trailing open mouthed kisses along his heck and shoulders, as his hands roamed and every inch of available skin to him. He dipped his hand between Yoh’s legs, stroking his length through the fabric at first, but then finding the slit in the side panel of the trousers, he slipped his hand inside them. The underwear Yoh was wearing was made from the same soft mesh fabric and it stretched over his knuckles as he stroked him, slow and steady.“Segasaki,” Yoh’s voice was breathy. “I won’t last if you keep doing that.”“You’ll last, baby,” Segasaki said, tightening his fist around him until he elicited a gasp. “You will only come with me inside you.”Yoh let out a shuddering breath but he gave a slow nod, his body melting back against Segasaki. “What do you see that’s interesting?”“The three boys,” Yoh said after a few long moments. “They are so beautiful together.”“Would you like to join them?”Yoh considered the question for a few moments only, before he shook his head. “No, they are not looking for anyone to join them. They’re here for themselves, to enjoy themselves, and to allow others to enjoy them?”Segasaki hummed his acknowledgement against Yoh’s neck where he was in the process of leaving an open mouthed kiss. “Yes. A lot of what is happening in this room is about being seen. Do you like being looked at like this? Nearly naked, my hand on your pretty cock, for anyone who cares to look?”Segasaki didn’t think Yoh was aware of the way his hips rolled at his words. He widened his legs, pushing Yoh’s legs open wider, spreading him open, so that his cock slid easily between his clothed cheeks.“Segasaki, please,” Yoh murmured, rolling his head to the side, begging silently for a kiss. “Are you being shy now?” Segasaki complied, opening Yoh’s mouth with his tongue and delving into its inviting warmth. “How can you be shy when you are leaking this much for me. In front of all these people. You like being watched, don’t you?”Yoh made a soft noise in his throat, squeezing his eyes shut at Segasaki’s words, burying his face into his chest. Segasaki laughed, and nudged him upright. “On your knees for me, baby.”Yoh slid to his knees and knelt there, staring up at Segasaki through thick lashes. “Take me out and suck me, beauty. Show me how much you like being on display.”Segasaki knew he was pushing his luck. This was Yoh’s first outing, first true game in this world, and he didn’t want to freak him out. But he knew Yoh loved being bullied, loved the dirty talk, that it made him stupid with lust. He also knew that if Yoh snapped out of it, and said no, he’d stop the game altogether.But then Yoh constantly surprised him. As he did now. He easily unzipped Segasaki’s trousers, pulled back his formfitting boxers and raised his veiny cock to his lips. Segasaki sucked in his breath as the cool air-conditioning met his overheated skin, but then let out a groan as Yoh sank down onto his cock, incrementally taking him deep down his throat before slurping his way back up again.Segasaki couldn’t help himself. He reached out and tangled his fingers in Yoh’s thick hair. “You are perfect,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to his mouth, tasting himself on Yoh’s tongue. “So utterly perfect, my love.”A flush of pleasure crept up Yoh’s neck and he dipped his head, hiding his soft smile for a moment before he curled his fingers around Segasaki’s throbbing cock. He sat comfortably back on his heels and let Segasaki guide him back down on his cock. This time he didn’t go as deep, and Segasaki left him there, enjoying the warmth around his aching cock, enjoying seeing his boy on his knees for him, eye full of emotion. They stayed like that for a few long protracted moments, the scene far more intimate than the setting ought to have made it.Segasaki knew they were putting on a show to rival the three young men a few metres away, but he couldn’t bring himself to care because regardless of what others thought, this was for him and Yoh, alone. This was a shared experience, something they were going to bond over, and make their relationship stronger.“Such a beautiful boy,” he praised him as he stroked Yoh’s jaw. “You look so lovely when you’re full of me. One day we will film this and you can see for yourself. Would you like that?”Yoh rolled his eyes in his head as he bobbed down his cock and Segasaki let out a deep groan as Yoh’s throat flexed around his head. His hips flexed upwards, letting him slide further into Yoh’s warmth and he shuddered, gripping Yoh’s hair hard. After a long few moments he lifted Yoh off his cock to examine him. His eyes were hazy, his mouth red, spittle and precum coating his lips and chin.“Want me to fuck you?” Segasaki cupped Yoh’s face. “Beauty, you need to talk to me. I won’t do it if you don’t say the words.”From a long way off, Yoh focussed on him, on his eyes and finally on his lips. He nodded briefly. “Please, please fuck me, Segasaki.”Segasaki poured a quick measure of whisky, drank half of it and handed it to Yoh who finished it without so much as blinking.“Good boy.”He helped Yoh back up again and once he was standing in front of him, Segasaki stripped the gauzy fabric trousers from him. They fell into a puddle at his feet and Yoh stepped out of them. The mesh underwear was a g-string that barely covered his leaking cock and Segasaki inhaled the musky scent of his precum, before leaning in to suck on him through the fabric. Yoh’s hands fell to his shoulders and he dropped his head back in ecstacy, a soft moan leaving him as Segasaki tugged the fabric away so he could lavish long lazy licks along Yoh’s divine cock before sucking him into his mouth.“Holy shit,” he heard someone mutter from close by and he opened his eyes to watch the nearby trio watching them, their attention rapt. He smiled around Yoh, smug and sated, and closed his eyes once again, as he buried his nose into Yoh’s hip, swallowing all of him down. “Mizuki. I can’t…” Yoh’s fingers were tangling in his hair, urgent. “Please, no…”“What’s wrong, baby?” Segasaki smiled up at him as he pulled a small bottle of lube from his pocket so he could coat his fingers with it. “Too much?”“Yes,” Yoh said, lower lip pooching out, as he made a small pathetic face. “It’s too intense. I’ve been on edge all evening. And you’re not playing fair.”“I’m not the one naked,” Segasaki pointed out. “How are you playing fair?”“No, you don’t understand,” Yoh said, his blush deeper now. Grabbing Segasaki’s hand, he ran it along his heavy balls towards his hole. “I’ve been waiting for you, Mizuki.”“My beautiful, slutty, little boy,” Segasaki whispered, staring up at him awe. “Do I even need to lube my cock or can I just slide myself into this tight little hole of yours?”Yoh’s eyes widened at his words and he swayed towards him, as if his legs refused to hold him upright anymore. And Segasaki let him climb on top of him again as he slid the plug from Yoh. He wiped his lube slicked hand along his length before he held it steady so he could slide it up into Yoh, making them both groan low and needy.-00-Yoh was so far gone after an entire afternoon and evening of anxiously overthinking everything. Kazuya had told him he had nothing to be worried about but he’d worried regardless. But now, here, with Segasaki inside him, with him holding tightly onto the chain hooked on the collar, controlling Yoh’s movements as he steadily moved himself in and out of Yoh, he felt free, relaxed.He was doing this for Segasaki. He was doing this for him too, of course. Segasaki’s behaviour needed checking and he thought, no he knew, that this was what Segasaki needed. He needed to exert control and Yoh had to give it to him, publicly. Kazuya understood that too, and that was why they’d arranged this evening.Those who’d been invited to attend this play room were some of Kazuya’s very favourite hosts and clients. Most brought their existing partners, which Yoh thought was very romantic. Kazuya had clucked their tongue at him and scoffed but he thought that Kazuya was secretly in love with someone but was not prepared to make a move. But now, here, in front of these people, these chosen few, Yoh let Segasaki control him, move his body, take pleasure in him. He loved the power he had over this enigmatic man whose home he shared. Their relationship had started in a peculiar way, but Yoh now craved every moment they spent together, even the strangeness that sometimes came over Segasaki.He let out a shuddering moan as Segasaki physically lifted him up so he could adjust the angle of his thrusting into him, ensuring that he hit that magic place inside of Yoh that made him see eternity.Yoh snuck kisses from Segasaki as the man fucked him, sucking on his tongue in rhythm of each thrust, before he raked his nails down the front of Segasaki’s black shirt, making the man hiss. He yanked on the chain and Yoh let out a gasp, feeling the choker tighten slightly, cutting off his air supply. “Little slutty boy,” Segasaki growled against his throat. “You drive me crazy.”“Fuck yes,” Yoh muttered, rolling his hips. “Harder, please Mizuki. I can’t…you need…your hand…please.”Segasaki wrapped a hand around his throat, tilting his head down so he could look into Segasaki’s eyes. “Are you close? You gonna give everyone watching a show? Gonna show them how hard I make you come?”Yoh’s mind went hazy at the words. He had almost forgotten he was in a club, naked, being fucked by his boyfriend, with people watching. Now he opened he eyes and watched the three boys fucking one another right in front of them. One had his cock in his hand, feeding it to the third’s mouth, whilst the other was fucking into him whilst his gaze was on Segasaki and Yoh. Beyond them to men were jerking one another off, trading deep heavy kisses that looked hotter than hell. It made Yoh whine.“Do you like it?” Segasaki’s voice was a low whisper in his ear. “Do you like watching them, knowing they can see you and hear you?”“Yes,” Yoh answered without a doubt in his mind. “I like it. I like you fucking me like this, Mizuki. Please, don’t stop.”Segasaki surged upright, taking him by surprise. He spun them so that Yoh’s feet met the floor and he urged him onto the couch again, this time with his arms along the back, his ass in the air.“Watch yourself,” Segasaki said, lifting his head. “In the mirror. Watch yourself as I fuck you. Look at everyone else staring at you, wishing they could be me.”Yoh let out a sob, his eyes meeting Segasaki’s dark gaze in the mirror. Segasaki fit himself back behind Yoh and slid into him with excruciating slowness. This time, Segasaki took mercy on Yoh and curled his large hand around his cock and shuttled it back and forth in his palm as he thrust himself brutally in and out of Yoh’s body. He kept one arm around Yoh’s chest, keeping him upright, so he had the perfect view of what they looked like fucking. That hand also had a grip on the leash tied to Yoh’s chocker and it prevented him from moving too much. It was divine, it was perfect.Segasaki was working them both towards a cliff’s edge. Yoh was muttering nonsense, mostly pleading with him incoherently, whilst Segasaki’s gaze burned on their bodies locked together in the mirror. He spoke to Yoh, called him many things, but mostly he called him beautiful, something to worship, something to treasure. And the words were such a contrast to how hard and rough he was being with Yoh, that it confused him a little. But it was when Segasaki’s rutting became irregular, and his arm tightened around Yoh, that he pressed his lips to his temple and quietly murmured you are mine for eternity that Yoh crashed over the cliff, hurling himself into the aether, as he came in thick ropes of spend.Segasaki followed him, shuddering his release into the warmth of his body, holding onto Yoh as he pressed precious kisses to the nape of his damp neck. Around them there was a scattering of applause and to Yoh’s mortification Segasaki raised a hand in acknowledgment.-00-Kazuya let them shower and dress in their office and slipped them out of the club through a side door and into a waiting car. They pressed a kiss to Yoh’s forehead and shook Segasaki’s hand before bidding them good night.Yoh curled up against Segasaki, feeling warm, clean and content. He couldn’t help the smug smile on his face as he stared out of the window as the bright lights of Tokyo swept past them.“How are you feeling?”Segasaki ran his fingers through Yoh’s damp hair, tugging lightly at the strands to get his attention.“Happy,” Yoh said, turning his head so he could smile up at Segasaki. “I’m glad we did this. I had fun.”“Did you?” Segasaki’s gaze was careful. “Are you sure? It was a lot for your first time in a place like that.”“It was…fun. I had fun. You made me feel safe.”“I didn’t do much,” Segasaki assured him, but he looked pleased and it made Yoh smile inwardly. “Regardless, it was an experience. One I’m glad we had together.” He bit his lip and blinked up at Segasaki. “Maybe we can visit there again?”“My slutty boy,” Segasaki chided lightly. “I’ve created a monster it would seem.”“You liked it too. You liked it a lot.”“I did. You took a big step tonight, baby. We should talk about it. Set boundaries.”Yoh settled back down again, a smile on his face. His hand slipped into his pocket and he touched the slender choker there with its matching little lead. A small frison of excitement rattled down his spine. He let out a shaky exhale and turned the devilish smile up towards Segasaki’s suddenly wary face.“Whatever you want, Segasaki-san. Whatever you want.”