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Two men exchanged messages after reading each other's brief bios, agreeing to meet after finding each other on the same hook up app...

Atsushi stood in front of a hotel that was well above what he could ever afford. The man he was meeting said he would pay, but who was he to be able to rent a room for the night in such a place? It was just a hookup.

He entered, feeling underdressed, even though it was just a hotel. The place was just that impressive and seeing the clientele in the lobby made him feel out of place. Men in what looked to be expensive suits, women in elegant dresses holding fancy handbags. Atsushi was starting to feel insecure. What if the man he was meeting was too classy for him? What if he saw him as just some mangy, poor kid?

Atsushi shook his head and began to psyche himself up. That didn’t matter, he was just here to get laid. The ad said this man was twenty, he likely wasn’t as stuffy as the older men he passed in the lobby.

He approached the desk and gave the room number he was told by his date and the clerk handed over a keycard.

“Room 708. That’s on the seventh floor, sir.”

Atsushi mumbled a “thank you” as he reached for the card. He met the clerk’s eyes and she smiled at him, giving him a wink. “Have a wonderful evening, sir.”

Atsushi’s cheeks flushed and he chuckled nervously before he hurried over to the elevator. What was that supposed to mean? God, did she know why he was here? How embarrassing.

On his ride up the elevator he took deep breaths to compose himself. He felt out of his element, but once he got into the room he would be able to feel more confident. He knew he didn’t come off as assertive most of the time, but when put in the mood, when it came to sex, he knew he was able to deliver and then some.

And he was so damn horny right now. Which was why he posted that ad on that website. It's not like he’d ever done that before. It was just so hard to meet people that weren’t co-workers or clients. This would be a good way to get his pent up frustrations out. His partner had posted “insatiable libido” and Atsushi was counting on that. He felt his cock twitch in his pants just thinking about it.

He exited the elevator and headed down the hall until he reached room 708. He stood in front of the door, feeling a fluttering in his stomach. He was nervous. But it was a good kind of nervous. He knocked twice before inserting the key card and letting himself in.

The room was dimly lit, but Atsushi hardly took the time to look around as he spotted his date sitting on a sofa with his back to the door. He stood up.

“Good evening. I’ve been looking forwa-”

But that's when he stopped speaking, having now turned to see the man he’d promised an unforgettable night to.

His eyes grew wide when he saw who came in through the door. “Jinko?!”

Atsushi appeared much more shaken, having backed into the door as he shouted, “Akutagawa!? What is this!?” He immediately transformed his forearms into the tiger’s, adjusting his stance as he glared at Akutagawa and growled, “What the hell are you doing here!?”

Akutagawa closed his mouth, which had been slightly agape from his utter shock. He put a hand over his mouth, a familiar reflex of his, and dipped his head down, giving the impression that he was going to cough. Then his shoulders began shaking and Atsushi heard the disturbing noises he was making.

It was… laughter?

“Eh? Why are you laughing?! Is this some kind of joke?!”

Akutagawa stopped laughing and lifted his head, his dead eyes meeting Atsushi’s tiger eyes, and he tilted his head back and groaned.

“Yes. It must be some kind of joke indeed. A joke that a god plays on a pitiful human. Some sort of cosmic accident. Some cruel twist of fate to humiliate and ruin me.”

It all began to dawn on Atsushi. ’Slender, fair skinned, raven haired…’ But that could have been so many people! Never in a million years would Atsushi have pictured Akutagawa. He never once thought of Akutagawa having a sex life. And with men at that. What the hell…

Atsushi glared at Akutagawa and the dark haired man sat back down on the sofa. Atsushi felt it was safe to transform back to his human limbs. And who would have imagined that? Feeling things were safe while alone with Akutagawa in the same room.

Atsushi huffed. They had both remained in place, silent, and it was just too much for Atsushi to bear.

“Whatever. This is so stupid, I’m out of here. Don’t you dare tell anyone about this.”

Before he could grab the doorknob, he felt the familiar feeling of a tendril of rashoumon wrapping around his wrist. His whole body went into panic mode, his muscles tightening, preparing for an incoming attack.

Akutagawa sensed his tension, “Hold on, jinko. Don’t go just yet.”

“What? What now?” he snapped, cranky that his evening plans had gone down the drain.

“Just listen to me for a moment. We both came here seeking the same thing, yes? Well-”

“You can’t be serious!? I hate you, Akutagawa! There’s no way I’m in the mood for what I came here for. Not with you!”

Akutagawa narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips. Atsushi probably didn’t realize he was doing his best not to argue back. Not to tell him that an intimate night with his mentor’s new protege made his blood boil, his stomach burn like he would vomit, and that he would prefer having his eyes plucked out by crows rather than seeing what the jinko was like in bed.

But he calmed himself and tucked those emotions away. Because it turned out Akutagawa was fairly desperate. He had held off resorting to meeting with a stranger for sex. But he had been so on edge lately. So unsatisfied and frustrated. There were a lot of times Akutagawa wished he had a steady person to go to for sex, but that wasn’t the easiest thing to find for him.

"I hate you too, but this isn't about whether we like each other or not. Its fucking, jinko. If fucking were based on you liking a person then you wouldn't be meeting a stranger for it."

Akutagawa leaned forward, draping his upper body over the back of the couch. "I'm just here to meet a 'well endowed man with great stamina'". He licked his lips and chuckled. It felt mocking to Atsushi. He didn't know what to think.

It made Atsushi’s heartbeat quicken. He was thoroughly confused as to why he was even considering staying. "What the fuck…" he muttered under his breath.

Atsushi stood quietly for a moment. Then he looked at Akutagawa, eyeing him suspiciously. "What’s up with you? You're… different than normal."

Akutagawa cocked his head to the side, speaking in a flirtatious tone. "Am I?"

Atsushi looked away briefly, he was actually feeling bashful.

"Yeah."

"That's because I'm not working. You really don't know anything about me.” Akutagawa stood up from the couch, instead leaning against it, still keeping his distance from his rival. “I have an idea. Let's call each other by unfamiliar names. That would help get us out of our heads."

"I didn’t say I was staying! And my name isn't jinko, you ass. I bet you don't even know my name, do you?"

"You take me for a complete fool? I know the jinko is Atsushi Nakajima."

Atsushi cast his eyes down, feeling stupid and a little guilty. He didn’t even know Akutagawa’s first name.

"For tonight, you can call me Ryuu. But then never again."

"Why Ryuu?"

Akutagawa scoffed. "You think I'm an ass? You don't even know my full name.” He crossed his arms and spoke to Atsushi as if he were proposing a challenge. “What shall I call you then?"

Atsushi finally stepped away from the door and to the bed to sit on the edge of it. “I don’t know, you can call me Nakajima.”

“No. That’s too similar to someone else’s name I know. I wouldn’t want to mistakenly call out the wrong name in bed with him.”

Atsushi scrunched his nose in disapproval. He didn’t want to think about Akutagawa sleeping with other people right now.

“Um… Well, since my hair is silver, what about Gin?”

Akutagawa grimaced, his face twisting into some mixture of disgust and horror. “Ugh! No! That’s revolting!”

Atsushi scowled at his reaction. There was just no pleasing the guy. “Geez, well then I can’t think of anything! I don’t want you calling me by my first name.”

Akutagawa sighed. “Fine. I suppose I don’t need to call you by a name.” He looked to Atsushi and hummed to himself. “It looks like you’re staying. Are we doing this then?”

Atsushi put his hands over his face and groaned. He was really counting on getting laid tonight.

“Yeah. We’ll do this. Ryuu.”

Akutagawa stepped away from the couch to join Atsushi on the bed. He sat next to him and could tell Atsushi was tense. He lifted his hand to place it on his thigh and Atsushi flinched. Akutagawa gave an impatient sigh.

“Are you going to be okay? This isn’t some trick you know, I’m not here to kill you.”

“I know that! This is just… so freaking weird. How is this so easy for you?”

“It’s not easy, but I know how to compartmentalize my work life and my personal life. The jinko is a part of my work life. Sex is a part of my personal life. I have a goal right now, in my personal time, and nothing will stop me from accomplishing it. You are just a man that I picked up from the internet for sex.”

“Work life and personal life. So I’m supposed to pretend that you haven’t tried to kill me on all those occasions?”

Akutagawa growled and closed his eyes. He took a few steady breaths before looking at Atsushi again.

“Is this not going to work for you? I can assure you I am not here to harm you. Imagine me as someone you have only just met tonight.”

Atsushi looked at the floor, unblinking and staring blankly. Of course he could do this. How many times was it as a child that he had no other option than to retreat into his mind? To imagine he was somewhere else entirely. That his life was something else. He was actually well practiced in disassociating his reality from what he wanted.

He nodded as he stared at the floor then turned to Akutagawa.

“Okay. Yeah. I’m ready now.”

Akutagawa nodded and slowly brought his hand to Atsushi’s face. He paused right before touching his cheek, since Atsushi was staring at him warily. Atsushi took a deep breath and let his facial features relax and soften. Akutagawa took it as a sign to proceed. He caressed his cheek with the back of his fingers. Atsushi’s eyelids fluttered at the contact. Akutagawa was delighted to see that the smallest touch made Atsushi react. He leaned in and kissed Atsushi gently on the lips. He pulled away to look at Atsushi, checking in that he was alright.

Atsushi had his eyes closed and slowly opened them. “Why’d you stop?” He grabbed Akutagawa’s shoulder and pulled him back into a kiss. It was harder and heavier this time, Atsushi taking the initiative to plunge his tongue into his mouth. It had Akutagawa excited enough that he climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs.

Atsushi whimpered as Akutagawa ground his hips against his own. He could feel that Akutagawa was plenty hard and the pressure against his own aching cock was welcome.

“Hey… Ryuu… this is nice and all, but please touch me. I can’t stand it anymore.”

Akutagawa hummed as he rubbed himself against Atsushi. “What do you need me to touch?” He teased.

Atsushi groaned. “Seriously?”

“Mhm, seriously.” Akutagawa traced a finger slowly down his shirt, pausing at each button, creeping closer and closer to Atsushi’s crotch, but not going down far enough. “I don’t know if you don’t tell me exactly what it is you want.”

“What else would it be, Aku- Ryuu? Touch my dick. Obviously.”

It was fun teasing the jinko, but Akutagawa had been dying to get a look at what he’d be working with. Just looking through Atsushi’s pants, he could see his erection pressed down along his thigh. He put the palm of his hand on it and Atsushi groaned.

“More than that. Take it out.”

Akutagawa was happy to oblige, unfastening his pants and pulling his boxers aside to reveal his cock… in all its thick, delicious glory.

He traced it delicately with his fingers as he stared at it. The way he stared was beginning to make Atsushi feel self conscious.

“What? Say something. Have you changed your mind? I warned you, I have a big cock, okay?” He spat out defensively.

Akutagawa clasped his hand over Atsushi’s mouth. “If you would shut up for one minute, then I would be able to tell you what a slut I am for massive dicks like yours.”

His jaw would have dropped if Akutagawa wasn’t holding his mouth closed. He had such a dirty mouth! He just called himself a slut! But he also said that he was happy with Atsushi’s size. Right?

So his anxiety faded as he exhaled, clearly relieved that his partner wasn’t put off the way others had been in the past.

“Sorry… It's hard to find people who will… agree to more than just giving me a handjob.”

By now Akutagawa had slid off of Atsushi’s lap and onto the floor, seating himself on his knees and spreading Atsushi’s legs apart.

“They were ungrateful cowards. The body can take much more than some would believe. I’ll show you.”

Akutagawa was enthralled with his cock, talking at it rather than looking up at Atsushi’s face. He had one hand fisted around the base of his cock, his fingers almost able to touch while wrapped around his cock, but not quite. His other hand was wrapped around the tip, his thumb stroking up the head and pressing firmly into the slit as it oozed precum.

Akutagawa couldn’t help but shudder with how aroused he was just worshiping what he had in his hands. “Magnificent.” He said under his breath.

“Um… are you just going to talk to it? You know, the guy in the ad said I wouldn’t be disappointed.”

Akutagawa huffed through his nose. “You cheeky little brat.” He reached to unfasten his own pants so he could remove his cock and begin tugging at it. “I could probably cum just from jerking you off. But you’re right, I do plan to satisfy you again and again, and the night is still so young.”

Akutagawa let his tongue hang from his mouth so that he could dribble his saliva over the head of Atsushi’s cock before grabbing hold of it and slicking it up with firm and swift strokes.

“Ah, yeah, that's good.” Atsushi moaned as he bucked his hips.

“Settle down. If I’m going to put this into my mouth I can’t have you thrusting it in. You’ll choke me.”

Atsushi obediently stilled his hips as Akutagawa wrapped his lips around the tip, taking what he could into his mouth and having to stop about midway down his cock. Since that was all he could safely manage, he used his hand to take care of the lower half.

It was difficult for Atsushi to keep still as he watched Akutagawa bobbing his head up and down, groaning and slurping obscenely. It was the first time anyone had ever sucked his dick so earnestly, so skillfully.

Atsushi allowed himself to reflect for a moment. The person currently devouring his cock like his life depended on it was his fierce and ill-tempered rival from the Port Mafia. If anyone had told him that he’d one day have that psycho murderer on his knees, praising Atsushi’s dick as he sucked him off, he would have told that person to get their head examined. And yet here they were. It had Atsushi feeling a small amount of smug satisfaction that all it took to get on Akutagawa’s good side was to give him some dick.

“Ah! Ah, I’m going to cum…” Atsushi was so close when suddenly Akutagawa stopped and clenched his hand around his dick.

“Ow!! What?!”

“Don’t you dare cum!” He seethed, glaring up at Atsushi. He was taken aback. It was the kind of expression he had been faced with time and time again from the bloodthirsty mafia member. “Will you be able to get hard again if you cum right now? If you deprive me of feeling this thing inside of me, I’ll never forgive you.”

Atsushi’s concern waned and he couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, no problem. It actually takes a lot to calm me down. If I was only allowed to cum once during sex, I’d never be satisfied.”

Thankfully, Akutagawa relaxed his grip. “Is that so?”

He gave what could barely pass for a smile and sighed in relief. “Very well, you may cum when you want to.”

“I would say put your mouth back on it, but I’m so close and I don’t want to cum in your mouth.”

“Why not?”

“Oh. Um, most people I’ve fooled around with think it's gross.”

“Then they had no business touching you. I love swallowing semen. I insist that you cum inside my mouth.”

Atsushi scoffed, “Wow, you're such a perv. I had no idea.”

Akutagawa hummed, amused by the comment, but replied with, “Quiet.”

He latched onto his cock once again, resuming the touches and pace that had Atsushi on the brink of orgasm just moments ago.

Atsushi put his hand on top of Akutagawa’s head as he panted, being brought right back up to climax. As he tipped over the edge, he moaned and let little noises escape his lips. It was like paradise being able to spill into someone’s mouth. He couldn’t recall ever being fortunate enough to receive a blow job from a person who allowed him to ejaculate in their mouth.

Akutagawa drew his head back, cum dribbling from one corner of his mouth. He gave one big swallow before swiping the spillage from his mouth with his thumb and sucking it off in a blatently erotic way. He sat back onto his ass and Atsushi could see that his hand was covered in cum, having ejaculated himself.

“Could you please pass me the tissues over there?” Akutagawa pointed to the night stand with the hand that wasn’t covered in cum.

Instead Atsushi grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet, taking hold of his other hand and bringing it to his lips. He flicked out his tongue and began lapping the cum from Akutagawa’s hand. His slick tongue wrapped its way between his fingers as he licked them up and down.

“That’s sweet, little kitten, but now I need to wipe all the saliva from my hand." He was thrilled having watched Atsushi lick the semen from his hand, but he had a hard time expressing that, deciding to tease the young man instead. Akutagawa crawled onto the bed and grabbed the box of tissues himself, wiping his hand and any excess that was on his cock.

“Don’t call me kitten. I’m not a kitten.” Atsushi pouted. Rather cutely, thought Akutagawa.

“I’m at a loss then, not having anything to call you by. Don’t tell me you actually want me to call you tiger?”

“God, no.” He groaned.

Akutagawa was leaning against the headboard as Atsushi turned around and crawled towards him. Sure enough, his cock hung between his legs, heavy and hard. He looked at Akutagawa’s softening cock.

“You’re not done, are you?”

“No, not at all. I don’t have your rapid recovery time though.”

“Do you want to wait a bit?”

Akutagawa sat forward, reaching his hand to the back of Atsushi’s neck and pulling him into a sloppy kiss.

“No need to wait. This is the best way to get me ready again.” He reached between Atsushi’s legs and tugged at his cock as they continued kissing, laying down on their sides. Atsushi cupped Akutagawa’s face with one hand and caressed his side with the other.

“Ryuu, I can’t wait to get inside of you. I want to pound you so long and so hard that you won’t be able to walk.” His kissing became more fevered and he dug his nails into Akutagawa’s back. “I can try to take it easy on you, but I go kind of feral when I get this wound up.”

“Don’t even think of going easy on me.”

Atsushi caught himself before saying aloud, ‘Where have you been all my life?’ That was completely inappropriate. He’d never want to face Akutagawa out in the field again if he were to say that. Even now, he didn’t know how he would act the next time they had to work together. Or against each other.

Akutagawa slipped his hands under Atsushi's shirt, running his fingers along his muscles and settling over one of his nipples. He traced his finger over the top of it and Atsushi flinched.

Akutagawa hummed. "Ticklish?"

"Ah, a little. But I actually like having my nipples touched."

Akutagawa lost count of the times he wanted to tell Atsushi he was adorable that night. He unbuttoned his shirt and admired his chest. He really did have an attractive figure.

Akutagawa straddled Atsushi and dipped his head to kiss one of his nipples. He then licked it over, sucking and nibbling at it. Atsushi sighed, "Ah, that's nice. But you can do it harder."

Akutagawa rolled his eyes upward to look at Atsushi's face as he lay there. He brought his hand to his other nipple, pinching and tugging it as he continued licking the other. He took his nipple between his teeth and pulled at it. Atsushi mewled, bringing his hand to his mouth to stifle the noise.

It was making Akutagawa even more aroused. He wanted to get on to the best part.

He stopped kissing his chest and drew close to Atsushi’s face. He brushed his lips over his. "Can I show you something?"

Atsushi pressed his lips against Akutagawa’s, murmuring, "Mm. What is it?"

Akutagawa stood from the bed. He was still wearing his clothes, but his pants began to glow a red color that Atsushi associated with imminent danger and agonizing pain. He suppressed a gasp and watched as the fabric began expanding and unfurling itself, falling into ribbons on the floor, leaving Akutagawa completely naked from the waist down.

Atsushi looked dumbfounded at the mess of fabric that was once the man’s pants, socks, and underwear.

He looked at Akutagawa, genuinely curious. "Do you always undress that way?"

"No.” He rolled his eyes and scowled. “It would be tiresome to constantly reassemble my clothing. I only do that when I'm in a hurry."

"You can turn that back into pants and stuff?"

"Of course."

Akutagawa crawled back onto the bed. "Forget it. That wasn't what I was talking about when I said I wanted to show you something." He remained on all fours and turned to present his ass to Atsushi. Atsushi saw that he had something sticking out of his ass.

Atsushi sat up and poked at it. It was some sort of pliant synthetic material. "What is this?"

"Its an anal plug. I want you to take it out for me."

"Oh… I see." Atsushi hesitated, at a loss of what exactly to do about it. There must have been a proper way to remove it, but he had no idea what that was.

"Are you familiar with them? Take it out slowly."

"Okay, sure."

Atsushi grabbed the base and tugged at it, but it held firm inside. He tugged a bit harder, shifting it inside of Akutagawa. The man in front of him gave a soft cry.

Atsushi quickly pulled his hand away, worried he did something wrong. "Did that hurt?"

"Nnh, no. But wiggling it around like that makes me feel just how much is in there. Pull on it slowly, but it needs to be firmly and steady enough so that my asshole spreads open."

Atsushi hesitated a moment, wondering if he could really take it out without hurting Akutagawa. He did as he was instructed and took hold of it again, tugging as gently yet firmly as possible, and watched as Akutagawa's asshole stretched taught around the large bulbous plug that was being removed.

Akutagawa was breathing heavily, a couple whimpers slipping past his lips. "That's good, keep going..."

Atsushi marveled at just how widely his asshole stretched, until the widest part of the plug was finally free, the rest quickly slipping out.

"Ah, you can just set it on the floor."

Atsushi did so, barely looking away from Akutagawa's puckered asshole. It was slick and Atsushi couldn't resist spreading his cheeks apart and running his thumb over the hot little ring of flesh. Akutagawa moaned when he did so.

"You can stick your cock in now, but do it carefully so I can adjust. Once I do, you can go at me as you like."

Atsushi just hummed and the next thing Akutagawa felt was not Atsushi's cock, but his breath against his hole.

"What are you-!"

Atsushi licked his asshole up and down, swirling his tongue around it before poking it inside.

Akutagawa could hear the muffled moans from Atsushi, his face buried between his cheeks.

"Ah! Ah fuck, that feels wonderful." Akutagawa pressed his ass back into Atsushi's face, trying to get his tongue deeper inside. Atsushi took the hint and plunged his tongue in as far as he could manage, licking against his walls all the while.

Akutagawa had a fair share of partners in the past, and it had been rare to find one that would go down on him in such a way. It was such an amazing feeling that he always welcomed, even longed for, but understood that it was just a bit too far for some people.

But Atsushi was eating him out like he was starved for it. It had Akutagawa squirming and his thighs trembling.

"Dear god, Atsushi, its so fucking good, but I want your cock. I need it now, before I lose my mind."

"Ok, hold on." Atsushi said breathlessly as he hopped out of bed and trotted to his coat. He pulled out a long strip of condoms.

"Ambitious, are we?"

"Heh, you never know. I'd rather have too many than not enough. And I like to be sure I have the right size. It really sucks trying to use, uh, regular sized ones."

"Poor you, must be rough being hung like a horse. Or is it like a tiger?"

Atsushi blushed and rolled his eyes. "Shut up, I'm not… that big."

Akutagawa scoffed. He grabbed a bottle of lube he had brought with him as Atsushi got back on the bed and tore open a condom. As he rolled it onto himself he took the lube from Akutagawa, slathering some on his cock, then Akutagawa's asshole.

"Ready?"

"Get on with it."

"I'm going to wreck your ass so bad."

The words made Akutagawa's cock jump. He wanted so, so badly to be destroyed. All the waiting had become unbearable for him.

Atsushi spread his cheeks and Akutagawa felt the tip prod at his entrance. Even with everything as lubed as it was, he still felt the pressure as his asshole struggled to accommodate his partner's girth.

It felt as if the tip finally made its way inside. He could feel Atsushi pushing in harder, more quickly than was comfortable.

"Slowly!" Akutagawa barked to remind him.

"I am going slow! This is the best I can do when it feels like you're sucking me in. This is so hot, watching myself sink into you." Atsushi was almost completely sheathed. Akutagawa was panting, his body sending him signals that something wasn't right, the way his insides were being stuffed so full. But there were also the underlying currents in his body telling him that it felt spectacular, that this intrusion would lead to something so much more superb.

Once Atsushi bottomed out he squeezed Akutagawa's hips.

"I can't believe you're able to take me like this. Someone like you is so hard to find. Are you okay?"

"Fuck. Fuck. You're splitting my body in half."

"Really!? You're not okay?"

"Ugh, it's just talk. I'm fine. I just can't stand you inside of me."

“What?” Atsushi still felt he hadn't received a clear answer as to whether he was okay. It was torture being inside and wanting to drill into him, yet maintaining enough composure to consider his partner’s comfort.

Akutagawa leaned forward, pulling himself away from Atsushi's cock. Atsushi thought maybe he needed a minute. Or maybe this wasn't going to work out after all. Damn him with all his big “I’m a slut for massive dicks” talk.

"Atsushi, move your fucking hips." Akutagawa thrust his ass backwards, Atsushi's cock filling him again. He repeated the motions again, fucking himself on Atsushi as the younger man was still stuck assessing the situation.

He realized Akutagawa wasn't in pain, no, he was dying for more! It was so sexy that the last of Atsushi's self control evaporated and he slammed into Akutagawa over and over.

Akutagawa's arms gave out beneath him and his face was against the bedsheets. He was moaning, whining uncontrollably as Atsushi's cock raked against his prostate. His eyes rolled back into his head, when he closed his eyes tears spilled from the corners of them. He couldn't form a thought as he whimpered and yelped into the sheets, his own spilled drool smearing across his cheek. He was already cuming hard from being fucked in the ass.

He could feel his body go limp as he continued cuming from his ass. It racked his entire body. Atsushi was the only thing holding him up. His fingers clenched tightly on his hips as he pulled him back onto his cock over and over until he let out a long groan as his hips slowed and came to a stop.

When he pulled out of him, Akutagawa crumpled onto the bed gasping and trembling. Atsushi had taken off his condom and tied it off, casting it aside and ripping open another one when he finally stopped to look at Akutagawa.

Akutagawa seemed to be glaring at him, but his eyes were unfocused. He scanned the bed and spotted the used condom. He snatched it up, dangling it over his face.

"Look at all that seed. That's absurd."

Akutagawa sat upright, the condom still pinched between his fingers. He looked at Atsushi, whose eyes were fixed on him. Akutagawa tilted his head back and held the condom over his mouth. He lowered it onto his tongue before wrapping his lips around it, working it around in his mouth.

"What in the world are you…?"

He watched as Akutagawa swallowed, then pulled the condom out past his lips. It was empty.

"What did you do? Why did you drink that?!"

"Get me some water, will you?" He asked aloofly, tossing the broken condom to the floor.

Atsushi shook his head and stood up, walking to the mini fridge and retrieving two bottles of water. He handed one to Akutagawa before opening his own and downing it.

Akutagawa watched him drink it down as he sipped at his. Atsushi wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and scowled as Akutagawa stared. It was making him feel self conscious again.

"What?"

Akutagawa smirked. "You're a monster."

"What's that supposed to mean? You're a damn sicko pervert."

"I didn't mean to offend you. I am in awe of you. Or, mostly in awe of your dick. You're still hard as a rock."

Atsushi looked down at his dick, then back to Akutagawa. He shrugged. "Yeah, that's normal for me."

"Just how many times do you need to cum before you are satisfied?"

"I don't really know. It's usually the other person who asks to stop. I don't think I've ever been able to be the one to call it quits first."

Akutagawa narrowed his eyes at him, thinking over his words. "That's a shame."

"Um, yeah, I just always kind of looked at it as it is what it is." Atsushi looked at him apprehensively. “Are you ready to call it quits?”

“Don’t underestimate me. I’m not like anyone you’ve ever been with. I’ll wring your balls dry, jinko.”

Oddly enough, hearing that nickname didn’t enrage him like it usually did. He just smiled. "Oh? You think you can out last me?"

"Easily."

~~~~~

((( Their rivalry ran deep, so they were naturally competitive with each other.

But Atsushi was concerned. Akutagawa didn’t know anything about the depths of Atsushi’s libido. He was afraid of getting carried away, because something primal was inside of him that wanted to fuck for days on end. Atsushi always attributed it to the tiger, having done a little research and finding that tigers can mate over two hundred times in just a few days.

The only thing Atsushi could do to keep it under control was to have sex on a regular basis. He was tired of finding new partners though. He tried to keep a few on reserve, but people came and went easily. Some broke things off with him because they couldn’t handle his incessant desires.

On the other hand, Atsushi didn’t know anything about the complexity of Akutagawa’s desires. He had been sexually active since a young age (too young for that matter, and not typically of his own volition). He was exposed to all sorts of darknesses of human sexuality and grew up having sex on his mind a lot.

As an orphan he offered sexual services for money and upon entering the Port Mafia was made to engage in sex frequently under the guise of “learning to withstand torture”. After a couple years in the Port Mafia, he was freed from his sexual training and able to pursue sex the way he wanted it. It turned out he wanted it more often than was convenient, and in ways not everyone understood or was open to. Depending on his mood, sometimes he wanted to be treated poorly, other times he wanted to be cruel to his partner. )))

~~~~~

The two went at each other into the early hours of the morning. The bed sheets were soaked with sweat and cum. Akutagawa’s asshole was a gaping mess of lube. He had never been used so thoroughly, so mercilessly. He had drank half of what Atsushi ejaculated and wondered if the quantity would upset his stomach. But god was it worth it. He was so exhausted he couldn’t even think anymore. He closed his eyes, ready to fall into a deep sleep.

Atsushi’s chest was heaving as he lay on his back staring at the ceiling.

What. The fuck. Was that??

He was spent. For the first time in his life, he had fucked so much that he didn’t even know if he could get hard again without some rest.

He turned his head and looked at the man who had put him in that state. Dear god. He would never be able to look at him the same again. He felt anxiety that he’d even be able to keep his dick in check next time they saw each other for work. Was this all a huge mistake? What had he done?

He watched Akutagawa’s sleeping face. Even sleep didn’t ease his stern expression all that much. But he did look more peaceful than Atsushi ever would have thought he was capable of. And he was so vulnerable right now too. Not that Atsushi had the intent, let alone the energy, to take advantage of that vulnerability.

Akutagawa weakly cleared his throat, surprising Atsushi out of his musings.

“I’m not sleeping, jinko.” He mumbled with his face smashed against the pillow.

Atsushi smiled. “Could have fooled me.”

“I can still take you on.”

Atsushi scoffed. The guy was unbelievable. “I’m out. I can’t get hard.”

Akutagawa snorted into his pillow. He opened his eyes only slightly.

“Admit defeat.”

“What?”

“I bested you. I am the superior one.”

There was a part of Atsushi that wanted to argue. It was their whole relationship. Bickering, disagreeing, hatred and rage. Violence like Atsushi had never known until meeting the man lying next to him.

But there was an even stronger, more unfamiliar feeling inside of Atsushi now when it came to Akutagawa. He didn’t want to hurt him. No, he wanted him available to him at all times. He needed him. No partner had been able to face him head on and quell his sexual appetite before. This whole time, inside that cruel, ruthless, and unstable specter that had been tormenting Atsushi ever since he joined the ADA, was his ideal sexual partner. It couldn’t be… no fucking way.

For Atsushi, who had never been able to find any sort of comfort or satisfaction in anyone, the revelation was world shaking and utterly perplexing.

“Yeah, fine. You win.”

Akutagawa hummed and said nothing more.

“Hey. You should shower. Drink water too. We should eat.”

“Nng. You should keep quiet and let me do as I wish.”

Of course he’d say that. He was so stubborn. Atsushi worried for his health. He would have to approach Akutagawa differently from now on. Treat him better? Stay on his good side? Was that even possible? He just wanted to be able to fuck Akutagawa again. He just had to.

Akutagawa had no idea of the impact the night had on Atsushi. He didn’t really care. The jinko wasn’t anything but a nuisance to him. Although now he knew he had his uses too. Namely his formidable cock and godly stamina. Maybe he shouldn’t be so hasty in his mission to kill the jinko. Not for a while. Not until he outlived his usefulness.

With Akutagawa not wanting to get up, Atsushi lost the motivation to do so as well. He let his exhaustion overtake him, leaving his body weak and limp and shutting his brain down in order to welcome much needed rest.

They could think more about what they had gotten themselves into when they woke up later.