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Yuuji is small. Young, would be the better term. Younger, more like. Hiromi can go on with the list.
The boy was a lot tinier when they first met, and Hiromi's first thought was that he had already graduated from college when Yuuji first opened his eyes into this world. He probably even lost his virginity before Yuuji's parents hit puberty. Sure, they were a young couple, but still.
Hiromi is old, and has wrinkles here and there, and lines that show just how old he is where Yuuji is smooth, and soft. He doesn't even have any blemishes.
Hiromi didn't know Yuuji when he was a baby, he could be many things, but not that intense of a cradle robber. No, he knew of his parents through a friend of a friend, maybe met them at a gathering or something. Before they had Yuuji, because if he'd met Yuuji...
He... doesn't know what would be different, actually.
Hiromi met Yuuji when the boy was nine years old, holding Nanami's hand during his parents' funeral. Hiromi's friend was their attorney who was dealing with the legal work, he was also Hiromi's driver for the time being.
Technically, Hiromi's met the deceased before, so it wouldn't be too absurd for him to be at the funeral. Plus he was their attorney's +1. Also an attorney too. He had plenty of reasons he could come up with as if to why it made a lot of sense for him to be at that place at that time.
Yuuji insists it's destiny.
Hiromi watches him play beer pong with much, much older men. As Nanami likes to put it, he's not in working hours at the moment, and has no desire to do overtime. He's here as a civilian, he doesn't even have his lawyer ID with him. He has no power here.
Tonight, in this parlour, Higuruma Hiromi is a simple man. No different from the rest, stripped of his titles and duties. He takes a small sip from his whiskey on ice, and snakes a hand onto the small of Yuuji's back. A little reminder.
When he spreads his fingers he feels Yuuji shiver. His hand is big enough to cover the entire width of Yuuji's waist. Hiromi finishes his whiskey and gestures for a refill.
Yuuji looks good in black. He was wearing black at his parents' funeral too, and in his grandpa's as well. They've been through many funerals together, playing by Yuuji's rules it'd be an indication of their acquaintance being doomed from the start. In old-fashion, they were cursed.
Yuuji was small. His little hand was so small that Hiromi had to hold it with only two fingers when they first met. His hands are still smaller than Hiromi's, but they don't go disappearing anymore. Yuuji's a boy now. Sturdy body, sturdy hands.
Truth be told, it was Yuuji who approached him first. Deemed Hiromi an adult he could trust, stuck to his side during the following funerals of his family and friends even though Hiromi was nothing more than a familiar-ish face. Co-worker of a friend of a friend of someone Yuuji's parents knew. He was nobody. He wasn't even Yuuji's lawyer.
He still isn't. They have no relationship whatsoever other than what Yuuji initiates. Hiromi likes to water down his derangement by putting the burden on the decisions of a child who can't even go to the zoo without a signed permit from his legal guardian.
Nanami trusts him, because Haibara and Hiromi worked on a case together once. Nanami trusts him with Yuuji, because Yuuji likes Hiromi. Hiromin.
"Hiromin! Hiromin! Did you see my trick shot just now!"
Yuuji whips around and chirps excitedly. Hiromi slides his hand along his waist and rests it on the side of Yuuji's hip, just because he can.
"You're getting good at this."
He observes. Yuuji takes it as a compliment, and flashes him a blinding smile. Hiromi wonders how something so precious and innocent as this gorgeous boy can look so delectable in low cut shorts and a retro-looking crop that rides up to expose the perfect dip of his spine whenever he bends over to aim.
Hiromi thinks Yuuji should make up his mind. Is he going to be a proper little boy, or a warm hole for a vile man to stick his dick into? Saving his presence, why of course.
See, Hiromi insists on pointing all the accusing fingers at Yuuji. That's what he first told himself, after they lost Haibara on the field and Yuuji crawled onto his lap to rest during the funeral.
He was in middle school. Nanami was too busy with the guests, Hiromi was the miserable bastard who outcasted himself from social situations. Grievance included. He doesn't discriminate.
"Do you think I'm cursed, Hiromin?"
The first time Yuuji muttered the nickname. Hiromi already had an arm around Yuuji's back.
"No, I don't think you're cursed."
"People I love keep dying."
"That has nothing to do with you."
Children are stupid. They put themselves in the centre of the universe, think they can control the weather, life and death situations, important events. Nothing has anything to do with them.
"Then promise me that you won't leave me too."
Yuuji murmurs softly, tucking his face into the crook of Hiromi's neck. And Hiromi feels cold sweat dripping down his back.
Shame on him for pitying the weak, the helpless, the desperate. Shame on him for the fire that cracks inside his core when the defenceless child puts all his money on him in a moment of weakness. A horse with no rider.
Shame on him for liking the buzz of that power rush a little too much.
"I can't promise you anything. I can't control the future."
"Then I will."
Yuuji had told him stubbornly, so full of himself.
Hiromi remembers he had an intrusive thought about holding Yuuji facedown underwater then, watching him struggle under the weight. Can you? Can you, really? Do you still think you can control anything at all?
In Hiromi's defence, Yuuji started it all, perhaps unknowingly. This game Hiromi likes to play, the race he likes to run as a masterless horse, knowing he won't gain anything valuable from it except for the adrenaline rush.
The unquenchable desire to show Yuuji just how little he is in control of even his own life, his own body, his own thoughts whenever he gets cocky, whenever he thinks he's hot shit. And how much he's sprawled open inside Hiromi's palm, on his own will.
Honestly speaking, Hiromi doesn't do anything out of the ordinary, except maybe enjoy himself a little too much. That Yuuji chooses to rely on him, spend time with him. Nanami is busy, out in the field, Hiromi's always in his office. Hiromi's always there whenever Yuuji seeks someone he's close with, an adult who can take him places.
Nanami is kind, understanding. Acknowledges that Yuuji is in fact still a child. A little overgrown and with some screws loose, but a child nonetheless. Hiromi knows that too, the difference between him and Nanami is that Hiromi simply lacks morals in critical places.
"Aw, man!"
Yuuji groans when his opponent scores more than one cup with the ping pong ball, loud enough to catch Hiromi's attention again.
His hand finds Yuuji's lower back again, and he caresses the tanned skin. Yuuji doesn't dress like that normally, not with him at least, so Hiromi's certain the boy's playing at something. He hums curiously at the way Yuuji pushes back against the warmth of his touch.
"Finish your cups Yuuji. You lost."
Boy, does Hiromi love rules, doing as the law says. Globally accepted little restrictions people decide to just follow along, aren't they the greatest? It's only fair that way, laws exist for a reason, yes. The ones Hiromi must impose and the ones he can discard when he's off duty.
Consent. Underage. Grooming. He's just some guy who got a little lucky with a pretty little toy head over heels for him. Those words have about as much power here as Hiromi's attorney ID he left at home on purpose.
When you bring it down to its atoms, isn't consequences of choices the basis of the justice system? What would Hiromi be, if not a law-abiding citizen? He sips down his whiskey. Drunk men are unreliable narrators, more often than not their testimonies are discarded, rolled as questionable, suspicious.
Who could ever believe he laid his hands on a 16-year-old, like this. Thumbed at the side of his waist, gave him the chills.
Truthfully, Hiromi can't pinpoint when exactly Yuuji started to see him differently. Can't be because of anything he did, no, if anything Hiromi's done the exact opposite of giving him hope. It was all Yuuji. His choices. His actions. His consequences.
Yuuji's always sought physical touch. Hugs, linking arms, touching hands, fingers, shoulders. Trusts easily, friendly little sunshine boy, has so many friends too. Why him? Why someone like Hiromi? Why Hiromi specifically, of all people? He doesn't have an answer for that.
Hiromi's not surprised to have Yuuji clutching at his arm as they leave the pub. He's giggling, talking about his beer pong game, walking funny. Hiromi frees his hand and wraps his arm around Yuuji's waist, tucks him to his side. The boy quiets down momentarily, pace of his breathing staggering. Hiromi hums in acknowledgment.
He tucks Yuuji into the backseat, fixes his clothes and clicks his seatbelt into place like he's a little boy. Yuuji blinks up at him, cheeks flushes, knees rubbing together. Hiromi raises his hand and slides it inside Yuuji's fluffy hair. Brushes it back, noting down the softness and the sweat at the roots.
Yuuji is warm. Had a lot to drink, didn't he?
"Yuuji."
"Yes?"
"Do you need to pee?"
Yuuji blinks slowly, like he wasn't expecting this question. He shakes his head with minimal movement, Hiromi nods and pulls away, closes the back door and walks to the driver's seat.
He turns on the radio, Yuuji watches him the whole ride. Probably curious as to why Hiromi didn't put him onto the passenger seat where he usually sits. He squirms, picks at his fingers, hums along to the songs he knows.
"Hiromin..."
"Yuuji?"
"I really have to pee now..."
Hiromi calmly drives into the underground parking lot of a small mall nearby, parks the car. He escorts Yuuji to the entrance, tells him he'll wait by the car.
As Yuuji makes a beeline to the toilets, Hiromi turns and walks into the mall's pharmacy. Yuuji is waiting for him by the car with his hands shoved inside his puffy jacket's pockets by the time he gets out.
"Are you cold?"
Hiromi asks, Yuuji nods his head, rubbing his bare legs together. Hiromi's eyes trail down.
"A little."
The parking lot is quiet. Hiromi hums.
"I'll warm you up."
He decides to say. Yuuji's eyes widen for a brief moment, comically slow, and then they go back to their regular shape just as slowly.
"Okay."
Yuuji says softly, obediently. Hiromi doesn't think Yuuji knows what he's consenting to. He opens the back door, crowding into Yuuji's space before he pushes him inside with a reassuring hand on his back.
Yuuji's been a lot of things. Loud, obnoxious, even. A little stubborn at times, but never rebellious. Not to Hiromi, at least.
Hiromi follows right after Yuuji, closes the door after he's seated. Yuuji has one knee on the seat, crooked with his foot dangling down the edge, other foot on the floor. He's looking up at Hiromi with his blown irises, glittering under the dimming yellow light of the car.
Hiromi reaches and drops the plastic bag he got from the pharmacy onto the passenger seat.
"Do you trust me, Yuuji?"
He asks. He already knows the answer, but he's still a lawyer, in the end. Professional habits die hard.
"Yes.."
Yuuji replies in a small voice, a little hesitant, maybe scared of the unknown, maybe it's because he's just so young. Hiromi can practically hear his little heart going pitter patter.
The car lights grow dimmer, and Hiromi moves closer. Until Yuuji's leaning away in virgin panic, when it hits, when it gets a little too real. He draws his knee closer to his torso, Hiromi crawls on top of him. Yuuji gasps.
The lights go out fully. Hiromi leans in, brushes his pointy nose against Yuuji's cheek. Another gasp.
"Hi-Hiromin..."
"Yes, Yuuji?"
No reply. One of Hiromi's hands circle Yuuji's ankle, travel up his bare leg. He gets a choked whimper. He's not the one to get possessive over the living, things separation can touch. But his Yuuji has such a nice ring to it in his brain.
"Precious."
Hiromi whispers, caressing up Yuuji's leg, feeling goosebumps and spiked leg hair dig into his palm. Yuuji's breathing picks up pace.
Hiromi slides his hand towards Yuuji's inner thigh, and feels the boy scramble to close his legs, as a natural reaction.
Hiromi pushes his knee between Yuuji's legs, and the boy gives in.
"Hiromin!.."
A little squeal, high-pitched. Scared, but intrigued, Hiromi assumes.
"Yes, Yuuji?"
He says again. Yuuji is shivering, eyes squeezed shut. Hiromi runs both of his hands along Yuuji's bare legs, and Yuuji gasps out a surprised little 'ah!'.
"Are you cold, still? Be more patient. I said I'll warm you up. If you let me."
He explains it again, as clear as it gets. Yuuji swallows audibly, and Hiromi's neanderthal brain tucks that little sound away to its 'special place' for future emergencies. Yuuji's eyes close again, and he gives Hiromi a curt nod.
Hiromi fondles along Yuuji's legs, rubbing up and down the bigger arteries inside his thighs. Yuuji has his palms pressed onto his face, breathing's loud enough to echo inside the space of Hiromi's car.
Next, Hiromi's hands move towards Yuuji's ass, squeezing and pressing down on his muscular thighs as he warms up the skin. Yuuji is trembling, and there's a tent inside his shorts. Hiromin gives his ass an experimental squeeze, notes the firmness.
He slides his hands inside Yuuji's shirt after, and touches his abs, firm because Yuuji's clenching his stomach like he's trying to show off. Hiromi massages the skin with his thumbs while warming the sides of Yuuji's lithe waist with his palms. He slides them towards Yuuji's armpits, onto his shoulders, twists and pets along his arms. He's a man of his word.
Hiromi pulls away to reach to the front seat, turns on the car heater, and grabs the pharmacy plastic bag as he draws back. He puts it on the cup holder towards the backseats.
Yuuji is breathing heavily, peeking at Hiromi from the gaps between his fingers. Hiromi doesn't need lights to see the blush on his face, painting his cheeks and ears and nose a cherry red.
Hiromi runs his hand down Yuuji's torso, picks up exactly where he left off. Listens to his breathing, his sighs, the way he slowly relaxes because it feels good and warm wherever Hiromi touches.
The boy's practically a mush by the time Hiromi reaches his ankles again, drowsy with the petting and the alcohol in his system. His hands are on his chest now, resting comfortably. He doesn't react when Hiromi's hand slides further down, when Hiromi undoes his shoe, when Hiromi takes it off and puts it on the floor.
No, Yuuji only lies on the seat and looks pretty as Hiromi takes off both of his shoes, and puts both of his feet on the seat.
"Are the seat warmers doing it for you? Do you want me to turn the heating up?"
Hiromi asks seriously, like his seat warmers are the highlight of tonight. Yuuji only shakes his head, blinking very slowly. Hiromi nods.
He pets along Yuuji's legs again, and this time Yuuji doesn't even flinch. If anything, he leans into the warmth. He doesn't react when Hiromi's hands slide inside his shorts, when they unbutton and unzip the front, when they tug the fabric down.
"Don't worry about your clothes. Be good for me, and I'll keep you warm. Okay, Yuuji?"
"Okay, Hiromin."
Yuuji murmurs. Hiromi fondles down Yuuji's legs as he slides his shorts off. Yuuji is so hard, staining the front of his boxers with precum.
Hiromi wonders whether he's the first person to lay hands on this boy.
Yuuji would've told him. He wouldn't be able to contain his feelings, Hiromi would be the first one to know. And then, depending on his reaction, Yuuji would decide if this is something he should keep as a secret from Nanami or not.
Hiromi holds onto Yuuji's hips, thumbs up and down his boner over the layer of his boxers. Casual, light touches. A little hot and a little cold, he watches the wet patch grow a little bigger, a little darker. Then he tugs the article down.
Yuuji's cock is cute. With a plump pink tip and little veins throbbing along the shaft the more Hiromi lowers the fabric. Carpets do match the drapes, Hiromi figures that's to be expected.
He lays Yuuji's boxers on top of his shorts on the armrest. Fondles along the boy's legs before raising them up to his shoulders, hooking Yuuji's ankles. Yuuji's eyes grow wide in panic when he's spread open, cheeks flushing the colour of his hair.
Hiromi calmly reaches into the plastic bag, fishes out the bottle of stimulating lubricant. Yuuji's Adam's apple bobs with how hard he swallows. Hiromi doesn't know for sure how much Yuuji actually understands what he's about to do to him. He keeps his eyes on Yuuji's face as he pops open the cap of the bottle maybe a little too dramatically.
He does have a cruel sense of humour.
He spreads Yuuji's legs further, watches his cock react to being sprawled. He's breathing so fast, not alarmingly fast, but faster than normal. Body heating up. Hiromi thumbs at the sensitive skin of Yuuji's hole.
"Hnng-"
Yuuji tries to squirm, Hiromi holds his legs open by pressing his thighs down with his knees. His nails are blunt, clean-cut. He's a professional before anything, has got to keep a neat image on court. Hiromi drags his nails along Yuuji's slit towards his cock, smears precome onto his thumb before trailing his hand down to circle his rim again.
"Hi-Hiromin... hnn.."
Hiromi wouldn't want to keep him flapping like that for long. He licks his lips, and pushes his thumb past the tight ring of muscle to see Yuuji's reaction.
Yuuji gasps, eyes growing wide as he hoists himself up on his elbows to get a better look at whatever's going on down there. Hiromi thrusts his thumb slowly, pad catching on the rim before he pushes in again. Yuuji seems to take it well, as dry as it is.
For a heated moment Hiromi wonders whether Yuuji ever played with himself before. Smeared lubricant on his fingers and slipped them inside, experimenting, trying to see what feels good. Has he ever came untouched? What did his face look like the first time he explored his body?
Hiromi closes his eyes and inhales, his hips jerking forward impatiently with the mental imagery.
Hiromi twists his wrists to pour some lube over his index and middle fingers, draws his thumb back to smear it, and then pushes back in with the two.
"A-aah..."
Yuuji keens, cheeks flushing darker. The lighting isn't exactly ideal, feels cheap, if anything. Nothing but the fluorescents of the parking lot. Hiromi presses his thumb under Yuuji's balls, caressing gently as he builds a slow rhythm, small moves to test the waters.
"Hiromin... I.. I feel weird.."
Yuuji mumbles. He's so cute, for lack of a better word. Hiromi curls his fingers, and Yuuji squirms with the jolt of fresh pleasure.
"Weird how, Yuuji?"
He asks, nonchalant in a way he most usually holds himself. When Yuuji opens his mouth to reply, Hiromi drives his fingers faster, causing the boy to lose his train of thought. His toes curl inside his socks, relax when Hiromi switches to slow and steady.
"Yuuji."
Hiromi speaks as he draws his fingers out to apply some more lube. Yuuji lifts up his head, his face a delicious mix of embarrassed and turned on; looking delectable.
"Is this your first time?"
Fear is added into the mix, spices of panic and anxiety. There he goes, now Yuuji knows what's going on, no doubt. Hiromi raises his eyes to stare at Yuuji's face expectantly, impatient and already bored as he waits for his response.
"Ye-yes.."
Yuuji admits in a small voice. The breath Hiromi exhales from his nose is a lot noisier than it should be. He smears the new layer of lube along his fingers as well, and pushes in three. Yuuji fumbles in horror with the stretch, but Hiromi firmly holds him down.
"Breathe, Yuuji."
Hiromi says, cool, calm, and collected. Yuuji breathes in, breathes out, little moans and whines leaving his mouth as Hiromi builds a rhythm once again, from scratch. Yuuji opens up nicely to the right amount of pressure in all the right places, Hiromi notes.
As Yuuji succumbs to the pleasure, Hiromi moves his other hand and pushes Yuuji's top up, up, up; tucks it under his chin and caresses Yuuji's cheek softly before lifting his hand away. His hand lands on Yuuji's lower abdomen, pets along his firm stomach.
"Have you ever played with yourself like this before, Yuuji?"
Curiosity gets the better of him. It takes Yuuji some time to respond, and he clenches around Hiromi's fingers a few times before relaxing back down.
"Uh-huh."
Is the response that comes out of Yuuji's mouth, get distracted and you wouldn't be able to differentiate it from all the breathy noises he's making. But Hiromi knows Yuuji all too well to make that mistake. No, this boy has been his for a long time.
"Did it feel good?"
Hiromi asks again, referring to then or now? That's up to Yuuji to decide. He presses on Yuuji's walls with the pads of his fingers, making the boy let out a low moan, his voice breaking, stuttering.
"Hiromin..."
Yuuji whines again, like he's cornered, raising his hands in surrender. Hiromi doesn't doubt he'll see the white flags soon, no he'll coax it out of this boy. He raises his head to see Yuuji's expression.
Must've been sometime in late November, if Hiromi remembers correctly. Yuuji insisted on visiting him at his office, bringing his bento first hand instead of just asking Nanami to drop it off for him. He was a lot smaller, the top of his head barely reached Hiromi's chest.
A lot of stray dogs live around the area where Hiromi's work building is located. Not that all of them are aggressive, but food is sparse during the colder season, and Hiromi's learned it second-hand, by listening to stories of his disheveled co-workers, that carrying meat or anything that smells really delicious may result in said strays taking interest in your cargo.
Little Yuuji, on the other hand, didn't know about it. And Hiromi didn't know that the child was planning on bringing him his bento on foot. Would've maybe been too late for the boy if the lady bringing him tea hadn't looked out the window and shrieked upon seeing a tiny little lad cornered by a small pack.
Hiromi remembers his expression clear as day, Yuuji gritting his teeth together, clutching that bento for dear life, tears at the pits of his eyes as he tried standing his ground. His Yuuji is truly something to admire, Hiromi knew it since then. Now that same face was looking at him in the back seat of his car.
If that meant Hiromi was a dog, growling and salivating before all of what he wanted to sink his sharp teeth in; then so be it.
He keeps fingering Yuuji at a temperate pace as he reaches into the plastic bag, fishes out a condom from inside the box he just bought. Yuuji's buzzed enough as he is, and with the additional pleasure between his legs, his pretty cock twitching whenever Hiromi brushes past the spot that really get him going -- he's just easy prey at this point.
Hiromi puts the condom on Yuuji's exposed stomach, smiles at the way he flexes his abs at the unknown sensation.
"Be a good boy, and wait. Can you do that for me, Yuuji?"
Hiromi speaks slowly, articulating every syllable meticulously even though he's not expecting a reply. Yuuji's breathing is loud, rings inside the car, his chest rising up up up and sinking back down. Hiromi licks his lips, eyes on his prize as he slowly pulls out his fingers.
He could say it's a race against time; unbuckle his belt, undo his button and unzip his front, lower his slacks to his knees, maybe even lower if he can. Hiromi needs both hands for maximum efficiency, and he's gotta be done with it before Yuuji can whine at the loss of pressure up his ass. Hiromi knows from experience Yuuji can get whiney, loud.
He wonders how this would've gone if he took Yuuji to his house, or a fancy hotel room. Or somewhere he didn't have to worry about being heard. Would Yuuji be loud? How loud, exactly?
Hiromi rips the condom wrapper with his teeth, a little too vile for his liking, but for now he can make do. He slips his fingers back inside Yuuji's hole right before Yuuji thinks about attempting to pull his brains back together. He drank a lot, Hiromi's actually surprised Yuuji held his liquor so well even though he's but a teenager. It doesn't matter at this point, though.
Because in the end Yuuji is just another drunk teenager who ended up in the backseat of an old man's car with his legs open and underwear gone.
Hiromi slips on the condom, squeezes some lubricant on it in the same swirly zigzag pattern of putting mustard on a hotdog, and draws his fingers back out to smear the lube around.
It's dark inside, and the lighting outside doesn't do much for his sight either, but he can make out Yuuji's stretched hole gaping desperately.
Hiromi holds Yuuji's legs open and lines the tip of his cock with Yuuji's hole, and then pushes the whole thing in one go in his next breath. His clean hand immediately goes to cover Yuuji's mouth, foreseeing the glottal moan he lets out.
This is it. The line he should've never crossed, the thoughts and fantasies he should've never indulged. He's met a lot of murderers before, and they'd all told him that once you take a life, the concept of killing stops being all that bizarre anymore. The first step is the one that takes guts, but once you cross the starting line you realise the finish line doesn't exist.
What once was taboo becomes normal, because you've already done it once. You could almost say it's like riding a bike. This is it, Hiromi's fallout. The water's only cold when he first falls in.
Yuuji's insides are warm, which is to be expected, since he's very much alive. His hole squeezes around Hiromi's cock even though Hiromi took his time prepping him. Yuuji clenches, unclenches, his body twitching, unsure of what to do against the pleasure crawling under his skin.
Isn't this what Yuuji wanted ever since he hit puberty? Did he think that Hiromi, a grown ass adult, wouldn't notice his childish attempts at flirting with him? His trials and errors of seduction? All things considered, this is but a curve of supply and demand, a virtualisation of ask and you shall receive. Hiromi's doing Yuuji a favour.
Hiromi removes his hand from Yuuji's mouth when Yuuji tones it down, and instead rubs up and down his sides, and then slides his hands along his legs. The seat warmers are doing a good job keeping them warm, Hiromi gropes and squeezes at Yuuji's toned thighs.
"Hih-Hiromin... Hiromin.."
Yuuji calls out softly. He sounds so vulnerable, it makes Hiromi's heart squeeze. He moves to crowd more into Yuuji's space, puts his hands on either side of his head on the seat and move so they're face to face. He also settles deeper inside, and licks his lip when Yuuji's face twists in that delicious mix of pain and pleasure.
"What is it, Yuuji?"
Hiromi asks, and starts thrusting back and forth before Yuuji can even speak. Foul play is only punished if you get caught, just like many other things. Yuuji covers his eyes with his hands, trying to regulate proper breathing as Hiromi fucks him with a slow and steady rhythm, not too deep nor too much. Not even for Yuuji's young and inexperienced body.
"Hiromin... Hiromin.. I..."
Yuuji gasps, moaning out every single syllable and ending up breathless. Hiromi has to hand it to him, his Yuuji is a sight to experience. His face, his body, his voice, his hands, his hole, the way he says his name... Oh, Hiromi must be a lucky man, maybe this is the universe's way of paying him back for all his hard work.
"I.. Hiromin... Hiromin.. I feel weird.."
Yuuji babbles on, his voice starts cracking at the edges and maybe he's sobering up little by little. Hiromi starts picking up the pace, gradually building a faster rhythm. Like the very real tale of the frog in a saucepan.
His car rocks vaguely with the abnormal movement, surely these vehicles aren't designed for such activities. Hiromi presses his hands firmer on his warm seats and tries to find a good angle where he can keep the car rocking at minimum and Yuuji's brain rocking at optimum.
Yuuji presses his fingers together in V-shapes to peek at Hiromi's face, eyes glassy as his toes twist and curl with the sweet but terrifying pressure inside. Hiromi wouldn't want him to cry now.
"Hiromin..."
Yuuji tries again. Hiromi pulls away a little, shifting his weight to his knees so he can pick Yuuji's ass up onto his lap, and when his cock hits just the right spot Yuuji's spine arches. His blunt nails dig into his cheeks with the unfamiliar pleasure. Yuuji opens his mouth again.
"Hiromin.. Hi-Hiromin--"
Another one, and another one, another hit to his prostate. Yuuji twists and squirms and his hands scratch up his face before the run into his hair.
"Hiromin.. Please-"
His voice finally cracks. A sweet little sob slips past his lips, followed by tears down his distressed face. Hiromi tries closing his eyes.
"I want to--suh-stop... Hiromin... please.. I--"
"You're under the influence of alcohol, Yuuji."
Hiromi corrects him. Anything he says can and will be held against his cute face. Yuuji tries opening his mouth to speak again, shaking his head, but all he can do is moan when Hiromi hits his prostate again.
"You're not of the legal age to drink yet, Yuuji. This could cause you trouble. You're underage, and drunk."
"Hiromin--"
Yuuji tries pleading again. Hiromi presses his palm over Yuuji's mouth again, saying shushh...
"You're in no state to be making decisions for yourself. Your testimony is therefore deemed unreliable."
Hiromi explains to him, pulls out some more to slam back deeper, muffling Yuuji's scream with his hand. He watches with an odd sense of relief as Yuuji's eyes roll back from the pleasure. This isn't a situation where there's no consent, no, Yuuji is simply inebriated. He doesn't know what he's saying.
Hiromi keeps his clean hand on Yuuji's mouth as he fucks him the rest of the way. Muffles his screams so they don't join the lewd squelching of his greedy hole, sucking Hiromi's cock in and wrapping around the girth like a sleeve to make sure he stays in. Like he'd feel so empty and lonely if Hiromi pulled out.
He's at the ripe age of forty seven, with lack of a regular sex life to match (what a catch!), of course his stamina can't keep up with that of a freshly-deflowered high schooler. So when Hiromi feels himself getting closer he wraps his other hand around Yuuji's neglected cock and starts jerking him off.
Yuuji's cock fits nicely inside Hiromi's palm. It's already leaking plenty of precum, so Hiromi doesn't have to go through the tiresome process involving the lubricant. Simply smearing Yuuji's own slick around his cock does the job, and it's a smooth slide as Hiromi tucks Yuuji's erection inside his fist, rubbing him out.
Yuuji would've gotten a lot louder if it weren't for the Hiromi so strategically positioned over his mouth. He squeezes Hiromi tighter as his own pleasure builds, the clapping of Hiromi's hand and his cock matching the rhythm of Hiromi's cock fucking into his ass.
Hiromi squeezes his eyes shut, head falling forward and a soft moan leaving his mouth despite all his muffling. He's so close, hasn't felt such pleasure since forever, never had anything as sweet and warm and welcoming like his Yuuji. Oh does it feel like coming home with every thrust, with every jolt of pleasure he sends down Yuuji's spine. It's electrifying.
"Good Yuuji.. You're doing good. My good boy."
The praise just spills out. Yuuji's mindlessly bucking up into Hiromi's fist, and fucking back down against Hiromi's cock, giving in to pleasure. Hiromi's glad, oh he's so glad. This is for Yuuji, and Yuuji only. He could only hope Yuuji enjoys getting what he's been asking for.
Hiromi disrupts their synchronised rhythm and picks up the pace with his hand, spreads his own legs a little wider so he can hold Yuuji's legs from thrashing too much. Yuuji squirms in place, whining and gasping and maybe even yelling against Hiromi's palm. The tears running down his cheeks wet Hiromi's hand.
Within a hot minute Yuuji's hips push up, arching his spine, and his cock spurts white hot ropes all over Hiromi's hand. He's whining, choking on his sobs as Hiromi fucks him through it, guides him to ride it out. Hiromi's own release hits in the meantime with Yuuji's hole clamping down on him in a tight squeeze.
Hiromi fills the condom, keeps jerking Yuuji off absent-mindedly until he comes down from his high. Yuuji is thrashing, trying to run away from the overstimulation. Hiromi draws his hand back immediately.
He takes in the sight of post-fuck Yuuji as he stills to even out his breathing. Yuuji is sobbing quietly, little hiccups rocking his chest. He's got some cum on his tits, and stomach. And he's sweaty, and so is Hiromi. Everything feels just like how sex should feel like. Hiromi thinks this is a successful case closed.
"I feel so sticky..."
Yuuji's broken voice croaks out, if Hiromi didn't know any better he could think his Yuuji is almost sad. He grabs a pack of wet wipes from the pharmacy bag, picks some out and cleans the cum off Yuuji's chest and softening cock. Yuuji grits his teeth together even though Hiromi tries to be as gentle as he can.
He then pulls out, takes off the condom and ties it. Puts it into the plastic bag, wipes his own cock clean.
"Excuse me."
He warns, lifts Yuuji's legs and cleans the slick of his ass as much as he can with just wet wipes.
"You can do the rest in the shower by yourself after I drop you home."
"No.."
Yuuji whines again, his voice sounds so weak that it tweaks Hiromi's heart.
"You do it."
Yuuji says. He's under the influence. Hiromi reminds himself. This was a one time thing, something to be treated as a fever dream and nothing more. He can't push his luck any further, go around breaking enough rules and you'll end up facing the consequences.
Hiromi fills the plastic bag with trash in silence after he's done cleaning as much as he can. Yuuji reaches, and holds onto his wrist. His grip isn't as strong as it normally is, he's almost unsure. Hiromi can't look at him when he's like this.
"Hiromin..."
Yuuji calls out for him, a siren song mellody. His voice is hoarse and broken and he's still crying new tears. Poor little thing. Stole Hiromi's heart just like that when they first met too, with his glassy eyes and scratchy voice.
Hiromi sighs.
"I'm here."
He reassures. Leans in, and presses the lightest kiss on Yuuji's forehead. This one's on him, succumbing to his own pleasures. This is a promise, of a contract being signed, a new rule to their relationship now. This means Hiromi drives Yuuji to his place, this means Hiromi cleans him out in the shower as Yuuji holds onto his shoulders to make up for his wobbling legs, this means Hiromi lets Yuuji sleep under his sheets wearing his clothes and smelling of his shampoo.
This means Hiromi stakes his claim on his Itadori Yuuji, Nanami's fury be damned, and this means he has to deal with the consequences that comes with it.
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