@samaseo requested this!!!! Just a dirty date between your favorite yakuza and cop!!!
“Here?” Samatoki asked, stopping front of a metal door behind an unassuming building.
“Yes.” Jyuto said and Samatoki turned off the engine of the motorcycle.
“My bike is going to get stolen.” Samatoki mused, not getting off the bike just yet.
“It won’t.” Jyuto waved a hand and pushed his glasses up.
“Really.” Samatoki killed the engine and parked the bike. “You sure?”
“Yes yes!” Jyuto waved his hand again and took Samatoki’s hand. “Ah. Wait.” He let go of the yakuza’s hand and reached into his blazer, pulling out two beautifully made black masks. He secured one over Samatoki’s eyes.
“Shh.” Jyuto put a finger to Samatoki’s lips. “You wanted something different right?”
Samatoki swallowed. “Yes.”
“Good boy.” Jyuto purred, tracing Samatoki’s lips seductively before fastening a mask over his eyes. He took Samatoki’s hand. “Ready?”
Samatoki cleared his throat. “Yes.” He managed and allowed himself to be lead by Jyuto to the steel door.
Jyuto knocked in a pattern so fast Samatoki had a hard time memorizing it. The door opened and a big guy in a leather jacket greeted them. He was wearing a full face mask resembling that of a monster. Samatoki cocked his head to the right, wondering what this was all about.
“Me and my companion’s desire is to paint stars on our bodies.” Jyuto said and handed over a card with a golden logo on it.
“And how would you paint these stars?” The large man asked, taking the card and inspecting it.
“By seeing them with my own eyes and bringing it to him.” Jyuto said smoothly.
The man grunted and moved to the side. “Go ahead.”
Jyuto bowed slightly to the man and took Samatoki inside. The interior was just a hallway with a red door at the end of it. The walls and the ceilings were made of black marble, the light a dim gold around the ceiling.
“What is this fuckin’ place?” Samatoki asked as the man closed the door behind them and resumed his position as guard. “Even I didn’t hear of this and I know everywhere.”
Jyuto chuckled, pulling Samatoki through the marble corridor. “When you have blackmail on certain people, you can get perks.”
“Dirty cop.” Samatoki scoffed, putting one hand in his pocket. “Where you taking me this time?”
“Here.” They reached the end of the hallway and Jyuto turned the gold doorknob. “Welcome.”
Samatoki’s eyes widened when Jyuto opened the door. He was blown speechless.
It was a gorgeous bar, black marble table and a wall of alcohol behind it. The chairs were red leather and the tables black wood. The floors were a gorgeous grey stone flecked with shiny stones that made the floor sparkle. The only lights in the bar came from the cove lights around the ceiling, giving the bar a more seductive feel.
However, that was not what caught Samatoki’s attention. It was how the people were behaving in the bar. The chairs were arranged in a way that allowed huddling, and couples, three people or more and even sole compatriots were all in various states of undress and having sex or masturbating.
It was not a lot of people, but the entire place felt so luxurious that Samatoki could not tear his eyes away from everyone. Everyone was wearing a mask, and there was no way Samatoki could identify anyone.
“Jyuto.” Samatoki managed as Jyuto lead him across the bar, giving Samatoki a brief tour.
“You’re safe here.” Jyuto said and lead Samatoki to the bar table, signaling the bartender to come. “No one will know you.” Jyuto grabbed Samatoki’s ass. “And you will enjoy your time here.” Jyuto smirked, licking the shell of Samatoki’s ear.
Samatoki swallowed. Jyuto had been paying attention to the kinks he shared out of the blue. He may have been loud and unashamed of his exhibitionist streak, but he didn’t know Jyuto paid extra attention to it.
Samatoki smirked back and leaned against the table. “Your listening skills have been paying off, jackass.” Samatoki said and pulled his lover by the tie. “You know I want this.”
Jyuto kissed Samatoki’s neck. “Mhm.” Jyuto hummed.
The bartender came to them, polishing a glass. He was clearly used to this because he did not so much as react having Jyuto all over Samatoki. “Two whiskeys.” Jyuto ordered. “Just leave it on the table.”
“You come here often?” Samatoki raised an eyebrow, pulling Jyuto closer to him.
“Sometimes.” Jyuto cupped Samatoki’s face, staring into his red eyes. “Before we became a thing of course.” Jyuto said softly, leaning closer to the yakuza. “Are you jealous and thinking of who I fucked here?”
Samatoki scoffed. “Ass.” He chuckled. “No.” He swallowed, his pants growing increasingly tight as Jyuto pushed a thigh between his legs. “I was just thinking of how you watched these people and joined some of them.”
“All safe, I assure you.” Jyuto said and rubbed against Samatoki’s growing hardness. “Would you want me to praise you here?”
“That’s what we’re here for right?” Samatoki practically growled. “Do your worst.”
Jyuto stared into Samatoki’s eyes, pouring every ounce of seductive dominance he could into that gaze. “I’ll do more than that.” Jyuto then suddenly lifted Samatoki enough to get his ass on the counter and began to kiss him. Samatoki stabled himself on the bar, placing one hand behind him and the other still on Jyuto’s shirt.
Jyuto began to remove Samatoki of his clothing. “Let me show the room how I can make you whimper for me.”
“Make me then.” Samatoki growled. Jyuto then started to unbutton Samatoki’s blue polo, button by button, kissing his way down. Samatoki moaned, his hand migrating to Jyuto’s hair.
Jyuto reached Samatoki’s nipples and began to suck on them, making the yakuza moan louder. “No names.” Jyuto reminded Samatoki.
“Okay.” Samatoki managed a chuckle. “Officer.”
Jyuto hummed and continued playing and licking with Samatoki’s nipples, nipping and swirling while his hands moved down and unbuckled Samatoki’s belt.
The fact that Jyuto was still fully dressed turned Samatoki on even more as the cop removed his pants, neatly putting them on the bar table. Jyuto pulled away from Samatoki’s chest to enjoy the view he was seeing— Samatoki hard and pushing against his boxer briefs. “You like people seeing you like this, don’t you, Boss.”
Samatoki’s only reply was to kiss Jyuto and allowing the cop to remove his underwear, placing it on top of his pants. Jyuto then took Samatoki’s cock and began to rub it, bringing it to its full hardness.
Samatoki moaned, tilting his head to the left, allowing Jyuto to suck on his neck while rubbing his cock. “Officer…” Samatoki moaned, gripping the cop’s hair harder.
“Good boy.” Jyuto muttered. “Stay still for me.” He said and pulled away. Jyuto got to his knees and positioned his mouth over Samatoki’s cock. “Don’t look at me.” Jyuto said and licked the head of the cock, earning a gasp from the yakuza. “Look at them looking at you being feasted on.”
Samatoki moaned at the idea and obeyed, only gripping Jyuto’s hair. He stared down everyone that was looking, making eye contact as he moaned. It was, arousing him even more that he couldn’t see but only feel what Jyuto was doing to him. He watched as some people began to jack off to him and Jyuto and he felt confident in that moment. He wanted everyone to know that Jyuto was his.
Samatoki moaned, heat racing to his core.
“Fuck.” Samatoki muttered as he felt Jyuto take his whole cock in. “Your mouth feels so good, officer.”
Jyuto swirled his tongue around Samatoki’s cock, tasting the bitter pre-cum. He slobbered on it, just the way the yakuza liked it. Samatoki moaned in response to that. Jyuto glanced up to see if he was still obeying, and he was. Samatoki seemed to be staring down everyone who dared look at him.
Jyuto felt his pants get even tighter. He knew Samatoki was staring down everyone as if saying: He’s mine.
Samatoki’s breath quickened and Jyuto pulled off. “You’re not cumming yet, Boss.” Jyuto said, standing up and pulling a condom and lube out of his pocket. “Come with me.”
Jyuto lead Samatoki, without his pants and still rock hard, to the center chair and pushed him down. “I’m going to fuck you.” Jyuto said, and began removing his pants. “I’m going to show everyone you are mine.”
Samatoki growled, lying down on the couch and taking his cock in his hand. “Do it.”
Jyuto chuckled darkly and ran a hand through his brown hair. “As you wish.” His green eyes glinted behind the mask as he took off his belt and wrapped it around Samatoki’s neck. The effect was intoxicating. Samatoki in just his blue button down, the shirt completely open and Samatoki flushed and red from his earlier ministrations.
Samatoki kissed Jyuto hard and helped him remove his pants. “Fuck me already.”
Jyuto chuckled against Samatoki’s lips and slicked his finger with lube. “Have to prepare you first.”
He then began circling Samatoki’s puckered hole, watching Samatoki’s face contort in pleasure. “Fuck.” The yakuza moaned as Jyuto continued his teasing. When he felt the hole relax he pushed in one, Samatoki controlling his body to let himself be fingered. “Good boy.” Jyuto crooned, using his other hand to pump Samatoki’s cock. “You cum when I say you do.”
Samatoki only moaned in response.
Jyuto prodded at Samatoki’s prostate, causing the yakuza to jerk and groan. He bit his lip and threw his head back as Jyuto continued to finger him, eventually pushing a second one in.
“Officer.” Samatoki moaned, his breaths getting quicker.
“You want it faster?” Jyuto said and began pumping his fingers faster, resulting in Samatoki moaning louder.
“Are you ready for my cock?”
Samatoki growled his response. “Fuck me.” He demanded again.
Jyuto leaned back, shucking off his blazer and tossing it aside. “We have an audience after all.”
Samatoki looked around, surprised. He actually momentarily forgot that people were watching. He grinned at his lover. “Then fuck me like it’s a show.”
Jyuto smirked and tore of his shirt, kneeling naked in front of Samatoki. “That’s what I plan to do.”
Jyuto let Samatoki watch him as he rubbed his cock to hardness. He then put the condom on and squirted a generous amount of lube onto his cock.
He positioned his cock at Samatoki’s entrance. “Ready?” He asked softly.
Samatoki nodded, pulling Jyuto in for a crushing kiss as Jyuto began to thrust inwards. Samatoki threw his head backwards, clawing at Jyuto’s back as Jyuto pushed in and in and in.
Once Jyuto was fully sheathed inside, he wasted no time to fuck Samatoki. He pulled out to almost just the head and pushed back inside. Samatoki shouted, gripping the couch for stability. “Jyu-“ He cut himself off, clamping a hand over his mouth.
Jyuto moaned loudly, enjoying how tight Samatoki’s hole was. “Fuck.” Jyuto moaned, enjoying the sound of everyone else fucking around them and the wet noises and slaps everywhere. “You look so good under me, Boss.” He continued to fuck the Yakuza, filling him up.
“Harder.” Samatoki moaned. “Fuck me harder.”
“Then cum for me.” Jyuto ordered, stilling his pace and reaching for Samatoki’s cock. He began rubbing. “What do you say?”
Jyuto responded in kind, grabbing Samatoki’s thighs and fucking him faster, the rhythm turning erratic. Samatoki kept moaning, his head tossing side to side. He looked at people watching him and felt his orgasm grow closer and closer.
He came with a shout, his cum splattering on Jyuto’s chest.
Jyuto continued to go, stroking Samatoki’s softening cock as his breath began to grow quicker. “I’m—“
He came with a cry, slamming himself inside Samatoki. The yakuza moaned again, Jyuto’s cock filling him up perfectly as he felt the cock move inside him, throbbing and slowing till Jyuto finished milking himself.
Jyuto pulled out and removed the condom. Tying it up before disposing it in a trashcan next to the chair.
“Did you like that?” Jyuto asked, gently removing the belt from Samatoki’s neck, kissing the red parts.
Samatoki nodded, watching other people and allowed Jyuto to pull him into his lap.
“We’re not done.” Jyuto smiled. “I paid for the whole night.” He kissed Samatoki’s chest.
Samatoki chuckled and planted a kiss on the cop’s lips, his tongue pushing inside. “Then paint those stars.”
Jyuto smiled, and kissed him, knowing that they were in for a long night.