But the night is so little for me... [Ango Sakaguchi]
Minors DNI
TW: SMUT, afab reader
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Ango. This eternally serious, gloomy person, who sometimes does not know what rest is, is most often the same friend who says that you can’t drink a lot, you can’t sleep with just anyone, even more cheating. Sakaguchi lives by those sets of unspoken rules in his head, which he himself made. The young man is very satisfied with everything.
Until you break into his life.
You met quite by chance. You were a new employee at the Department of Gifted Affairs, so there were a lot of things you didn't know. Yes, you barely remember the way to Chief Taneda's office, so it's not surprising that in these many corridors you managed to get lost again.
Sakaguchi was a little annoyed that you took so long to carry the documents to him. And even the excuse that you've only been in the Division for a week hasn't saved your situation. “You make me linger,” you heard Ango grumbling as he adjusted his glasses that had fallen off the bridge of his nose.
Ango doesn't drink. He convinced himself that he hadn't drunk since those gatherings at the Lupin, otherwise it would remind him of the death of his comrade, which he still cannot forgive himself. He doesn't drink.
Doesn't drink. Doesn't drink. Doesn’t…
Sakaguchi himself wants to know how it happened that he is looking at you finishing off another cocktail. It was a good idea not to drive today. Ango, unaccustomed to the taste of alcohol on his tongue, gets tipsy instantly. The whiskey you ordered him is too strong for him.
In dimmed light, your features seem charming. Brunet can't stop himself. Gently touching the middle phalanx of the index finger on your cheek. Ango is drunk. He is too drunk to remember how you get to the nearest hotel on his initiative, rent a room there for the night. Ango is almost sure: he will not remember what is happening, he will not remember the visual images, but the sensations...
It promise Sakaguchi, a serious and collected young man, that it will follow him for the next week, laughing nastily and venomously. It will come to him when it is absolutely not necessary, when he doesn’t want it. Memories of the sensations that are so vivid when you kneel before him, stroking his hips while you make your way to the belt buckle and zipper, will remind you every time Ango looks into your ‘innocent’ eyes opposite.
Memories.
You bend so well under him, his lips feel so right on your shoulder blades as Sakaguchi pushes in all the way. Your moans caress his ears. And a young man, so collected, so serious, punctual and responsible, simply cannot resist the temptation to grab your hair, pull it back, listening to you whine.
Convinced that love is forever, it's hard, and sex should only be with the one he loves, Sakaguchi thrusts into you anyway, going crazy with your narrowness. The young man is too keen on listening to your moans, while his measured movements bring you to the edge, forcing you to literally collapse with your whole body on the bed, salivating into the white sheets.
It's too wrong. Wrong so much that it seems to be the only correct one. It's good for both of you, isn't it? That's what you think too when you're smoking on the balcony without even glancing at Ango, who's lying naked on the bed.
And damn him when, one cloudy morning, it occurs to him that your affair is not enough for him. He needs more. It needs all of you.
