congratulations on your job offer (terms and conditions may apply)
Content and warnings: ayato x f!reader smut, reader is fembodied and goes by she/her. dom!ayato, sub!reader, mild orgasm denial/control. you guys fuck on his office desk. ayato is possessive and can be seen as manipulative, possible yandere themes, possible dark content (just in case). semi-public sex (ayato fingers you whilst diluc is on the call, it’s just for a moment). creampie. ayato calls you darling, doll, and baby. some plot but not really, you can skip it if u want. part 1 of the mafia whore series (can be read separately, see the drabble here) Words: 5227 A/N: thank you for the love on my drabble. i hope this does it justice <3
Excerpt: He kneels down in his suit and all, using both thumbs to spread open your core, before pressing his tongue into your slit. He moans and you gasp and the feeling of his warm, wet muscle coursing over your core. The taste of you fills his senses, and it’s in this moment that he decides what you provide is irreplaceable. His tongue is slow at first, lazy circles all over, like he has all the time in the world. You drip for him. His tongue moves your fluids around, pressing into you and coaxing whine after whine out of your twitching core. He softly, carefully, slides his tongue over your clit, making your thighs tense as he kitten licks there.
“Mm. So sensitive, darling. Have you been waiting for long?” he asks obnoxiously, not giving you a chance to reply as he continues to lather his tongue over your most sensitive places. You mewl as an attempt of a response, your high clouding your mind.
Ding ding. The bell chimes as you enter the bar.
“Bar’s not open ‘til an hour from now,” A man with red hair and eyes calls out whilst mindlessly wiping down some cups. A pretty girl needing a drink? He thinks to himself, almost considers pouring you one on the house before you speak.
“I’m not looking for a drink,” your voice is almost foreign to you in the echoey bar. You haven’t needed to be this confident in a while. “I’m looking for a job.”
“We’re not hiring.”
“I know you’re mafia.”
Diluc arches his eyebrows at you in disbelief, and then lets out a light laugh. It shocks you. In all your days scouting him, you hadn’t seen him crack a smile once.
“I don’t know what kind of movie you think we’re in, princess.” Princess. There’s no other word to call you with the way you’re acting right now, he thinks. He purposefully relaxes his body to avoid suspicion, but his guard is up.
“I’m not police or anything.” You tell him, trying to show you’re as honest as possible. “You’ve got three guys out back waiting on you. One in front of the car, two at the back door. You work under a man called Kamisato Ayato. Dawn Winery is one of the fronts for the money you roll in from weapons. And you’ve got a meeting with an exporter in a couple of days, one that you don’t like.”
He puts down the cup and rests his hands on the table, shoulders arching up. You can see how fit he is now, triceps bulging despite the relatively loose button down.
You sigh. “Look, I’m good at what I do. I can get intel, I can work the bar, whatever. I just need in with you guys. I don’t have anywhere else to go.”
You sit at the bar and tell him your story. This time, he takes a proper look at you. You’re tired, frazzled, muscles tense – like you haven’t slept in a proper bed, or you’ve been overworked. But most of all, you look lost. Even a good undercover cop can’t make up what it looks like to be out of options, running from something. For a moment, he thinks you remind him of someone. Maybe of his adopted brother, years ago. Or the other drunk people that wander in here with nowhere else to go.
His heart softens a little as he taps the countertop. You’ve obviously got some intelligence, maybe Ayato will find you something.
“Alright,” he shrugs, throwing a towel down on the counter, “give me a moment.”
-
There’s a click as Ayato picks up the call.
“I’ve got someone that wants to meet you,” Diluc gets straight to the point.
Ayato chuckles in the background. “A lot of people want to meet me, Diluc. What’s your point?”
Diluc sighs, exasperated. “I’ll vouch for her.”
Ayato arches his eyebrow at this, squeaking audible as he sits up straight in his chair. Diluc is not someone who is persuaded by money, or secrets, or sex.
“What did she offer you?”
“Nothing.”
“She offered you nothing? And you’re trying to get her a meeting?”
“Yes.”
There’s silence.
Ayato leans back in his chair, audible in the audio. “Alright then, bring her in.”
-
Diluc talks to Thoma in a low voice away from you. Thoma stands a little taller than him, or maybe he just has better posture. His bright green eyes make him look innocent, friendly – if it wasn’t for the gun at his waist. Are the gloves so that the gunpowder doesn’t get on his hands?
Thoma nods before ushering you into the building, and Diluc takes one glance at you before going back to his car. It’s a little cold, no ‘goodbye’ or ‘good luck’, but you suppose he’s got business. Thoma takes you up the elevator, speaking softly to Ayato and smiling bright at you before letting you into his office and shutting the door.
A blue-haired man in a three-piece suit sits comfortably in his executive chair. The glossy, black office desk spans the huge room. He has a beauty mark next to his mouth, yet the usually-an-imperfection only accents his angled face, framed by his hair that descends onto one side. He’s stunning, so much more than you thought he would be. You can’t help but feel a bit… out of place, in such an elegant space.
“Have a seat,” he gestures, voice smooth like silk. It’s no wonder he’s the boss, because that voice makes you obey immediately, “and tell me what you need.”
You inhale sharply. “My ex-boyfriend… he’s part of The Abyss Order. I need IDs, so that he can’t trace me, and protection.”
Ayato’s eyes widen a little in surprise, but chooses to say nothing as a way of coaxing you to say more.
“I-,” you gulp, “I’ll do anything.”
He takes the opportunity to look up and down at you, your figure, the way you sit so neatly in the chair, the length of your legs… Ayato is no stranger to taking what he wants, and this time, he just might.
“Anything?” he asks, smile sweet but deadly.
“Anything.”
Ayato rolls his chair back, bringing his fingers in a come-hither motion at you. Your legs move on their own, walking around the table to stand in front of him.
You inhale. Exhale. And then you don’t hesitate, kneeling in front of him and bringing your hands to his pants. Before you can unzip them, he catches your wrists in his hands, squeezing tight.
“As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm, I’ve already decided to help you.” He looks down at you, letting go of your wrists to pat your hair, moving it away from your face. “You don’t have to do this.”
He looks so pretty above you, hair falling into his face, blue eyes with pupils blown. You fist your hands at the band of his pants to bring them down. You know you don’t have a lot of options outside of him. “I want this.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” you swallow. A quick and easy way to pay him back. That’s all this is, isn’t it?
Ayato obliges, already hardening in his pants as you palm him in his underwear before bringing it down too. It’s… pretty, you didn’t think dicks could be so pretty but the way the tip flushes pink when you bring your hand up and down it, it’s kind of cute. You waste little time putting it in your mouth, bringing your tongue out to place kitten licks at the head that makes him hiss through his teeth above you. You bring his member into your mouth, slowly bringing your lips up to the base.
He moves your hair out of your face, looking down at you with a smile. “You’re so pretty under me, you know that, darling?”
You moan around his member at the praise, letting your lips slide up and down. Your tongue moving in your mouth has his thighs tensing, his hands continuing to stroke your hair as he hums. He watches as the head of his member shows itself through your cheeks, making him run his finger over the outline.
“You’re pretty good at this, darling. Mmm, it makes me want to keep you for myself.” He presses your head back onto his member, letting go as you move down the head and repeating. It gives both you and him some part of control. “But I think you’d be good for the executives. Might keep them motivated. Think you’re up for that, sweet?”
You’re amazed at the way he’s able to keep a conversation, but the way he sweats and flushes pink reveals how affected he is. His eyes look down at you, both menacing and sweet at the same time. You mutter a muffled “okay” with a head nod, making him smile.
“That’s, mm, that’s a good girl. Your mouth’s real hot, baby. Bet your pussy feels even better.” He moans, tilting his head back, pretty pink lips parted. He lets himself indulge, focusing only on the sweet feeling of your mouth and tongue caressing his cock.
You pic up the pace, moving your lips up and down faster, hollowing your cheeks. He grips your hair tighter in response, and it’s now that you’re beginning to realise how vocal he is, moaning low and without restraint.
He pulls on your hair a little harshly, indicating to you as he gently removes himself from your mouth.
“You did so good, angel. Say, why don’t we change this up, hmm?” He wraps his hands just under your armpit to help you on, then abruptly turns you around and pushes your back to his desk still full of papers, your chest falling against it as he flips your skirt up.
He grins. “My, my. A pretty girl with pretty panties. I bet there’s a pretty pussy hiding behind there too.”
You look behind and squint at him and his lewd words, making him smile bigger, but your reaction changes as he presses two fingers into your slit, sliding them down to your clit. You moan in response, feeling overexposed to a man who’s fully dressed, as if a nuanced power show.
He teases you over your panties, lets his fingers press into your slit, watching as it becomes soaked, then moving them to your clit to run his nail over the sensitive bud. You pant and heave against the table, feeling your panties getting wet and sticky. He circles your clit with his nail, making you feel the precise point of his teasing.
“Look at you, ruining your panties. Did you wear this pretty lace one just for me?” He presses the pad of his finger to your clit, running it up towards your slit.
“Mm, I love the sounds you make. Don’t think I can wait any longer, darling. I have to taste this pussy while I have time. You don’t mind, do you?”
He doesn’t wait for you to respond, his breath hot over your clothed core. You mewl at him, almost want to beg him to stop teasing you, but you lose your words as his wet tongue lathes over your clothed slit. You grip the table, convincing yourself you can take his torture.
He knows exactly what he’s doing to you, chuckling softly behind you as his tongue lathers over your clothed clit, the material muffling the sensation, making you wonder how good it would feel if he would just take the damn thing off. But he wants you begging, dripping wet, desperate for him. He wants you to think about him at night, dream of him, come back for more every time. That’s how he’ll keep you with him.
You gasp above him at another long lick over your clothed clit. “P-Please,” you sputter, and Ayato smiles and gives in. He’ll ease you into the begging, the submission, he think.s
He gently pulls your panties down to your ankles and taking you stepping out of them as a sign of consent. He has never understood men that don’t enjoy this, the broken moan that the person above him elicits when he puts his tongue on them is like none other, and the taste of a sweet pussy is exactly what he craves.
He kneels down in his suit and all, using both thumbs to spread open your core, before pressing his tongue into your slit. He moans and you gasp and the feeling of his warm, wet muscle coursing over your core. The taste of you fills his senses, and it’s in this moment that he decides what you provide is irreplaceable. His tongue is slow at first, lazy circles all over, like he has all the time in the world (which you know he doesn’t). He makes space between your legs, forcing you to spread them wider. You drip for him, he can’t help but notice. Noises fill the room of his tongue moving your fluids around, pressing into you and coaxing whine after whine out of your twitching core. He softly, carefully, slides his tongue over your clit, making your thighs tense as he kitten licks there.
“Mm. So sensitive, darling. Have you been waiting for long?” he asks obnoxiously, not giving you a chance to reply as he continues to lather his tongue over your most sensitive places. You mewl as an attempt of a response, your high clouding your mind.
His tongue lathers a little faster, drawing tight circles over your clit with the tip of his tongue, then licking the flat of it over fluid that’s dripping from your slit to bring back down to your clit again. It’s heavenly, the precision of his tongue over your core is like none other, with such perfect confidence. It has you gasping, moaning with each stroke. You try to buck your hips towards him, only for him to hold you down with such strength you didn’t know was hidden beneath his clothing. His thumbs press into the sides of your lower lips, large hand splayed over your thigh, fingertips wrapping over the other side towards the fronts of your thighs.
bzz bzz
The phone vibrates on Ayato’s desk, playing a quiet marimba sound. He lifts his head up from your pussy and smiles at it, lips glistening with your arousal as his tongue licks up the remants.
“Ah, look who it is. This will just take a second, darling.”
“You’re gonna answer that?!”. You stare at him in disbelief.
He grabs the phone, motioning a quiet symbol with one finger to his lips.
“Hello, Diluc.” His index and middle fingers split to stroke at your outer lips before sliding inside of you. You hand slaps over your mouth to muffle your moans.
“How’s the meeting? Did you give her a job?”
“Ah, it’s actually still going,” his thumb presses down against your clit, watching as you struggle and squirm under him. He carefully taps it, coating it with arousal from your slit, then rubbing small circles. You arch your back, the hand not over your mouth grips the table hard.
“Oh? That’s probably the longest meeting I’ve heard you’ve been in.”
“Yeah. Well, she’s quite a handful,” Ayato laughs, his long fingers plunging in and out of you, watching as your cunt swallows his fingers, as your arousal drips out and down your legs. It’s like your own pussy doesn’t want to let him go, it makes him smile.
“Try not to give her too hard of a time, if you would.”
Ayato’s eyebrows arch. “Oh?” Ayato asks menacingly, his fingers pressing deeper into you at his displeasure, thumb pressing harder into your clit. You swallow down another moan. “Are you giving the orders now?”
“No. I just know you’re not always kind.”
There’s a silence, filled with the squelching sounds of his fingers moving in and out of your core, and your moans that you’re trying so hard to keep to yourself. You suddenly wish they would talk.
“I’ll be going now,” Ayato kneels down, bringing his tongue to your clit to lick as he fingers you, and it takes everything in you not to squeal. “You take care, Diluc.”
Beep
“My, my, darling,” Ayato’s playful voice drops an octave, bringing his face close to yours. “Looks like you’ve got not one but two mafia executives under your belt. What a smart little thing you are.”
You finally remove your hand from your mouth to inhale deeply, heaving as you moan.
“I didn’t, oh fuck, I didn’t make him do anything,” you try to tell Ayato, but he doesn’t seem interested, continuing to press on your clit until you make a broken moan, before letting to unbutton his shirt and unzip his pants.
You look behind you to see his toned chest flushed a light pink beneath his blue button down, fringe of his blue hair in his face. He sees you staring and smirks, eyes full of confidence.
“Like what you see, doll?” His belt is undone with a clank and the zipper is pulled down slowly, like he’s making a show. You flush and look away, but immediately turn back at the feeling of the head pressed against your slit.
You’re instantly reminded that it’s big, pretty pink tip that gradients downwards. Is it bigger now? It’s thick enough that you’re wondering whether you should’ve been prepped more. The head slides up and down your slit, pressing in before letting up just as your lower lips start to caress him, your arousal slowly coating the head.
“Kamisato-san…” you say to him, and Ayato can’t deny the way the honorifics make him just a little harder.
“What is it, doll?”
“You’re-,” you gulp. How are you supposed to say it? “Can we- Can we go slow? Please?”
Ayato smiles at you gently, the most gentle you’ve seen him today. It makes your heart beat fast in your chest in a way that confuses you a little. “Sure, doll. We’ll take it easy for your first time. And don’t worry,” he winks, “I’ve been tested. I’m sure a good girl like you has been too.”
He doesn’t tell you he looked up your hospital files after Diluc called, but that’s not information you need to know. He presses the head into your opening, watching intently as it enters you and the gasp you let out when it does. He slowly lets a little more enter you, pressing just a few inches in and out. You whine underneath him at the stretch, already making your head spin
“I know, baby. I know,” he coos, rubbing your back. But he can’t help but fix his gaze on the way your lower lips hold his member inside of you, how it sucks him in and makes him oh-so-hesitant for him to pull out again instead of making you take every inch as he wishes.
Who says he can’t be nice?
He presses his thumb to your clit to distract you as he sheathes himself further inside you, his head spinning from how warm your cunt is, how your walls press down on his cock. You can feel your cum dripping down your thighs, wet and sticky, yet Ayato doesn’t seem to care as bottoms out with a satisfied sigh, his balls heavy against your cunt.
“You’re so tight, mm. It’s like you’re made for me.” The tip of him brushes against your cervix that precariously balances the line between pleasure and pain, making you pant as you take him.
“You feel so fucking good, doll,” Ayato breathes, sweat dripping down his brow. He can’t help but love the visual, of the way your ass gives way to his cock, your arched back and slightly damp hair. It makes him want to keep you forever, make you loyal to him for life.
He starts to move, watching the way your wetness clings to his cock, makes it glisten with arousal, it makes him want you even more.
“Why don’t you beg for me, doll?” His voice is airy, yet still carries dominance. You wonder if it’s built into him.
“B-Beg?” you gasp, words interrupted as you feel his thrusts getting harder, faster. It has you reeling, wanting to pull away and get closer to him at the same time. Almost mind-breaking, your thighs shake, and the slap of skin is audible in the room. He brings you higher, higher.
“Yeah, baby. Beg for me to fuck you. Unless you need some incentive?” He suddenly slows down again, as quickly as he sped up, making you mewl as you try to push back, but his hands press into your hips to stop you.
“Ah, ah. What did I say, hmm?” His fingers move down to tap on your clit lightly, and you whine.
“Oh, oh gosh, please, please, Ayato. You’re- you feel- fuck.” Your mind goes blank, swimming with arousal. You squeeze around him, thinking it would convince him somehow but outside of his cock throbbing inside of you, he doesn’t react.
Ayato laughs, actually laughs behind you. “Ah, only got dick on the brain, do you? Hm? What happened, darling? You were oh so strong, telling Diluc how capable you are. Now you can’t form words?”
He’s mocking you, really. It’s embarrassing, but at the same time you can’t seem to care because he’s been teasing you for what has probably already been an hour. And he’s still playing stupid fucking games like he’s got all the time in the world, which you know he doesn’t. And it’s so frustrating but you have to play along because you need his protection and you need this-
“Kamisato-san,” you pant, your tongue feeling foreign in your mouth, like the words don’t really belong to you. “Please. I- fuck, I need this.”
“What do you need, darling?” he starts his slow thrusts again, his cock barely moving in and out of you, yet the way the tip brushes against the inside of your walls and over your cervix makes you start to see stars. “Tell me exactly.”
“Please, fuck me,” you spurt out, unable to contain yourself anymore. “I need you, need this. Need your- oh.”
It’s like a dam breaking, because Ayato doesn’t waste any time. He starts thrusting rapidly, leaving you to grab the table for dear life. You’re surprised the table doesn’t move, but you guess that’s the perks of a large marble slab.
“See, darling?” His winded voice reveals the least put-together you’ve seen him, blue fringe sticking to his forehead. “Just a little begging gets you exactly what you want. Take that as a lesson for our future ventures.”
Future ventures? You have no way to process what he’s suggesting, but you can’t seem to care as his finger rubs gentle circles on your clit. Your walls squeeze him tight, the hot friction is both too much and not enough and you want more.
Your moans break each time you’re filled fully, please please coming out of your mouth in a voice that you don’t fully recognise. His hand that’s not occupied with your clit squeezes your hips tight, fingertips pressing into your skin in a way that makes you sure it’ll bruise. You’re also sure he’s the kind of man that takes pleasure in that.
“Oh, darling,” the words are drawn out as Ayato gets closer to his peak, “this pussy, fuck, it’s mine now. You hear me?” The white ring that foams at the bottom makes Ayato’s eyes gleam dangerously, makes him possessive. He removes his hands from you only for a moment whilst he removes his shirt completely before it’s soaked with sweat further. He bends over the desk, his tall figure completely overshadowing yours.
“You’ll tell me when you’re close, won’t you?” he whispers in your ear. It has you mewling, arching your back against his chest, the skin-on-skin contact filled with sweat making it so hot. It’s irreplaceable, he’s irreplaceable. No one has ever drawn out your orgasm for so long, made you so dripping wet.
“I’m- ahh, Ayato, please, I’m- I’m close!” He interrupts your thoughts and speech with his cock and fingers, the rhythm hitting you in such a delicious way that you feel you’re teetering on the edge.
“Oh?” His voice is as menacing as ever. “And do you think you deserve to cum?”
Your eyes widen, hands gripping the table tight to keep you from your orgasm, to distract you from the way you feel like you’re about to burst.
“I-,” you don’t know what to say. What do you say to that? “I want to cum. Please? Please, Kamisato-san? Would you let me? I’ll- I’ll be good. I’ll be good, I promise.” Your voice is high pitched, begging for release.
Ayato chuckles, the vibrations of it reverberating into your own body. “Okay, baby.” He’s breathless, too, at the edge of his satisfaction. It’s calling to him, but he wants to watch you cum first.
“Go ahead, darling. Cum for me, whenever you’re ready.”
His lubricated fingers press harder, faster, onto your clit as you begin to reach your high, his thrusts slower but harder. It’s like he’s coaxing it out of you, like every movement and word was staged by him for this moment. Your mind goes blank and your thighs shake, your walls clenching around him so unbearably tight that he grits his teeth, but he holds out. He listens to the broken moan you make as you cum around him, feels the hot cum that coats his cock even further. He feels every shake of the aftershocks, every pulse your walls make as you come down. It’s a sickening torture that’s so sweet, the kind of feeling that would make anyone crazy.
He doesn’t give you time to recover and starts moving again, faster, more desperate as he uses you to reach his own high. You gasp and moan as he batters your oversensitive cunt, trying to call out to him and tell him that it’s too much, too sensitive, too hard but he doesn’t listen, completely focused on himself. This is what you’re here for, isn’t it? To please him? He grabs your hair and pulls your head back.
“I’m gonna cum, sweet. And you’re gonna be a good girl. You’re not gonna complain, you’re gonna take it. Got it?” His voice is commanding, eyes dark and filled with arousal. You gulp and nod, and he lets go, letting you fall back onto the table.
“Ohh, darling. A sweet pussy like yours just has to belong to me. Fuck, you want me to cum inside this pretty pussy, don’t you?”
The question is obviously rhetorical, because Ayato is not a man that you can bargain with, but the words are only heard by your cunt, which throbs in response.
“You say it’s too much,” his chest heaves behind you, his hands petting your hair back. “But you’re clenching around me all over again. Now you know, don’t you? That I know what you need best.”
You nod, and he smiles. The kind of smile you know has girls’ heads turning. You feel your next orgasm coming fast, unexpectedly, like the oversensitivity has you reeling.
“I-,” you know Ayato now, that you’re not allowed to do anything without his permission. “I think I’m-”
“Mm. Yeah, baby. Can feel you clenching around me. Why don’t you cum with me?”
You nod. Unable to think, unable to speak. Just taking what he gives, exactly what he wanted. He taps your clit carefully, moaning as he gets closer.
“Ohh, fuck. You’re so good, baby. Just a little more. Oh, mm. I’m gonna cum. You ready, baby?”
You feel like you’re on the precipice, waiting for his command. Your wetness spills from you, making room for his cock. You nod haphazardly, broken moans a tell-tale response.
“Good girl. Go ahead.”
His fingers grip tight around your waist, the other hand never stops tapping your clit. Your walls squeeze and clamp down so hard around him, he swears it makes him sees stars. Combined with your loud moans, the scent of your cunt, and your hot cum that covers his cock again, he can’t take it anymore. He thrusts hard, once, twice. A deep moan is elicited from his voice as he empties himself inside of you, warm spurts filling you up.
You feel like you cum for minutes, your mind completely blank, gasping against the table. When you come to, you’re dizzy, sore. You’re acutely aware of the stickiness between your thighs and the sweat still dripping down your neck as you fall limp on the table.
Ayato removes himself from you slowly, hissing at the overstimulation. He quickly closes your pussy lips with his two thumbs, then opens them again at a pace of his own choosing, watching the pearly white cum drip out of you. He swipes it from the bottom, pushing it back into you, only for more to drip out.
“Seems like I’ve filled you completely,” Ayato breathes with a satisfied smirk. He almost wants to ask you to keep it inside, wants to make sure you’ve done exactly as he’s asked when he returns home for the night.
But that’s for another time. When you’re more… settled into the mafia.
He opens the closet in his office, takes a towel to the bathroom to wet before wiping you. He’s almost gentle, making sure to wipe down all of you, your back first. He pulls you off the table and turns you around to wipe your front.
He puts the blue button down he wore in the laundry basket in the closet, only to take out another one on a hanger that’s crisp, obviously been pressed and ironed. But when you look at his eyes, all you’re met with is business. He puts on the button down and does his belt like he’s painstakingly getting dressed in the morning.
You suppose you should do the same, putting back on your underwear and covering yourself up.
Ayato sits back down in his executive chair, with you opposite his table. As if nothing had happened.
“Well, you’re hired,” Ayato smiles, clasping his hands together. “I’ll have Thoma help you pack your things and take you to a new house that’s under the mafia. Oh, and,” he pulls open his drawer, passing you a cheap touchscreen phone. “This is for me to contact you. The phone numbers of the other executives might be in there, but I’ll text them to you later anyways. It’s untraceable, the plan is through the mafia’s own network. You can use it as you like.”
He stands up, walking you to his office door and opening it for you. “I’ll see you soon,” he winks, and Thoma magically appears in front of the door with a smile.
-
Executives meeting. 1 hour.
That’s all the warning they got, with a few of them busy for it. But the ones in the room have various reactions to Ayato’s newest ‘reward’.
“That’s the job you gave her?” Diluc is exasperated, wondering how Ayato managed to convince a girl like you to something like this. “What the hell are you thinking?”
“Now, now, Diluc.” Ayato’s sing-song echoes in the room as Ayato claps Diluc on the back, like some sort of camaraderie. “You might say differently once you’ve had a taste-”
“I will never-,” Diluc snaps back at him, shrugging his hand off harshly.
“You sure about that?” Ayato grins. “You sure you don’t want to fuck her? Maybe it’ll loosen you up a bit.”
“You’re sick.” Diluc spits, eyes shaking with disbelief at his boss.
“Aw. I’m just honest, Diluc. I know what I want and need, and I take it. You should try and do the same sometime.” His voice drops an octave, a devilish smile on his face. “Why not start with her?”
Diluc grabs his jacket and storms out Ayato’s office, not even giving Thoma the time to open the door for him, grabbing the handle and leaving the men. He won’t be part of this, he can’t be. Sins don’t get washed off your hands if you forget about them.
Kaeya smiles at Diluc’s departure. “Thanks for looking out for us, Boss.” Kaeya’s voice has a slight rasp, the kind that leaves Ayato unable to detect his honesty. Though, a man like Kaeya would love a pretty thing, Ayato thinks. They’re similar in retched ways. “Haven’t seen her, personally, but I’m sure she’s a treat.”
Thoma gulps, and opens the door for the group to leave.