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“I still can’t believe you got Mikey a stripper for his birthday, Mitsuya.”
Mitsuya chuckles as he looks up from the cake he’s working on decorating. Baji is watching him, shaking his head, his hands stuffed under his armpits. “Again. Just as a reminder, it was your idea.”
“I was kidding. How was I supposed to know that you know strippers?! On speed-dial evidently!”
“Keep your voice down or you’re going to ruin the surprise.” Mitsuya finishes the few flowery decorations around Mikey’s name on top, and pushes the cake higher onto the counter so it won’t fall. He’s managed to keep the whole apartment cleaned up for this, despite how Baji and Mikey would love to leave it trashed regardless of the occasion. Not that Mitsuya is all that today but his many lengths of fabric and messy design materials are all relegated to his own room.
“Mikey said he was going to take a nap. And after the huge lunch Pah treated him to, I don’t think even an earthquake could wake him up.”
“Okay, you’re not wrong, but still.” Mitsuya grins as he washes his hands off. “There’s no way Mikey is going to see this coming, you know.”
“Yeah.” Baji stares at the door like it could open at any minute. “So, is he hot?”
“Careful. What do you think Chifuyu would do if he found out you were asking that?”
“I don’t know, does Hakkai know about this sexy pal of yours who will come over and take off his clothes for you?”
Mitsuya throws the dish towel at Baji’s head. “Actually, he does. I introduced him because he came to model for a show a month or so ago.” Hakkai had blushed all the way to his hairline when they met, too…
Finally, there’s a knock at the door, and Baji bolts to answer it. When he opens it, there’s a tall man standing in front of him, wearing a dirty pair of coveralls and carrying a duffel bag. His head is shaved except for the long braid tight at the back of his skull, there’s an impressive dragon tattoo going from his temple around his left ear. He pushes a thick strand of hair out of his dark eyes and gazes down at Baji above cut cheekbones.
“So, is your whole thing that you’re a sexy construction worker or?”
The man’s eyes narrow, lip raising. “Hahh?”
“Baji,” Mitsuya half-scolds from behind him, walking quickly to the door and exchanging a fist bump with the tall, irritated stranger. “Come on in, Draken.”
“I’m coming from work,” Draken says, still glaring at Baji even though he’s not paying attention. He’s too busy looking him up and down, nodding approvingly. “Is it cool if I go change?”
“Yeah, of course. You could probably even grab a shower, if you want. The birthday boy is sleeping, and I don’t think he’s going to move for a while.” He points away from the kitchen and down the hallway. “You can use Baji’s room.”
As Draken heads in the direction, Baji and Mitsuya are still talking. “Why my bedroom?” Baji asks. “Why not yours?!”
“Because yours is already filthy and I have fifty pins lying around from that damn ballgown I was working on. One wrong move and he’ll get stuck with so many he’ll bleed out.”
Mitsuya is right; the room that Draken goes into is covered in clothes, books and random shit piled next to Baji’s desk. There’s also a bag of cat food, and given that so far Draken has yet to see any pets, he decides he doesn’t want to know. He kicks the clothes in either direction to make some space for his bag before starting to unzip his suit, and he’s only gotten a few inches down his chest when he hears a noise behind him.
When he turns around, he’s face-to-face with a young blonde, his hair almost the same shade as his, though it’s long and messy, practically hovering over his head in all directions. He’s staring at him sleepily, yawning and stretching, and he doesn’t seem all that surprised or alarmed at the presence of someone in the room with him.
“I thought this was Baji’s room,” Draken says.
“T’ is…” Another yawn, and he scratches under the loose shirt he’s wearing. He’s easily half Draken’s size. “Baji’s bed is comfier than mine.”
Draken can’t help but laugh, unsure if he should keep undressing or leave the room. It’s not like it’s going to be much of a surprise at this point, because— “You must be Mikey.”
Mikey nods, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and blinking at Draken like it’s the first time he’s really realizing he’s here. He stares at Draken’s chest, which Draken certainly doesn’t mind, but then he says, “Kenchin.”
“What?” Mikey points, and he follows the line of sight to his name tag. “Ken,” he corrects him. “And my friends call me Draken anyway.”
“Yeah, so, Kenchin.”
Draken should tell him off for being so bold, but he can’t help finding Mikey a little cute. He had been imagining a nerdy blushing virgin like the tall guy from Draken’s studio, but Mikey has a look like he’s probably popular with men and women both, and there’s a certain cloud of confidence around him. “You’re being pretty familiar, since we only just met.”
“Are you here for my birthday?”
Draken smiles, unzipping a bit more of his uniform from the garage. “You could say that. You’re not supposed to see me yet, though. I think I’m kind of your present.”
Mikey’s eyes grow big and catlike, blinking with interest. “What kind of present? Like you’re going to be my slave for a day or something?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” It’s probably spoiling it, Draken knows, but really what is he supposed to do? “Let’s just say you’re getting a sneak peek at what you should be getting to see after I get a shower.”
Draken turns and reaches down for his bag, but Mikey leans halfway out of the bed to grab his arm. “Wait. You don’t have to go.” Draken raises his brow at that. “I mean, if you’re getting at what I think you’re getting at…I really like what you’re wearing now.”
Ah. So that’s how it is. “You got some kind of blue collar kink, Mikey?”
“I, uh…” Mikey’s cheeks turn a soft shade of pink as he lets go of his sleeve. “I really, really like bikes.”
Draken is impressed. He didn’t even think about Mikey recognizing his logo. “What’s your favorite bike?”
“The CBT250T,” he says without hesitation. “It’s the best. Easily.”
“‘Easily,’ he says.” Draken steps forward until he’s standing in front of Mikey on the bed, his legs close together so he’s between Mikey’s that are dangling off the edge. This close, Mikey has to strain his neck back to keep meeting his gaze. “My Zephyr could run circles around one of those things.”
“Yeah?” Mikey is breathing out of his nose a bit, staring up at Draken while he chews on his lip. “Show me sometime.”
“Slow down there. One thing at a time, yeah?” He takes Mikey’s hand and guides it up to his zipper. “Here. Hold onto this.”
Once he’s sure Mikey isn’t going to let go, Draken arches his back and pushes his pelvis forward, bringing his body into a serpentine motion so he’s doing all the work to put the opposite pressure on the zipper held tight between Mikey’s thumb and forefinger. When he rolls his torso to return him to standing the front of his coveralls is open down past his navel. He rolls his shoulders in several large circles until the fabric falls from his shoulders, leaving him to shake the sleeves down his arms. “Wow,” Mikey whispers. “You’re…ripped, Kenchin.”
Draken puts his hands on his hips and tips his head, smiling. “Thanks. I like to work out.” His smile immediately falls when Mikey half-snorts. “What?”
“Seriously? ‘I like to work out’? That doesn’t sound cool at all.”
He can feel his face getting hot, and he glares down at Mikey’s stupid smile, smacking his fingers away from his zipper. “I do! Fucking pain in the ass.” Grabbing his bag, he’s about to just get the hell out of there, but he’s stopped by Mikey grabbing one of the sleeves waving free at his hip.
“Okay! Sorry, sorry. Hey, don’t stop.” Looking back at him, Draken can see his expression is pleading now. “I want to see the rest.”
Draken considers shaking him off. No one has ever laughed at him before. Okay, not ‘no one’—there was that tall guy with the stripe in his hair who said he’d pay him extra if he beat the shit out of him, and Draken had refused until he actually managed to piss him off enough to do it. But most of the time, he’s worked parties, small groups, shit like this, and people have all acted the same: fawning over how hot he is, drooling for him to say something sweet to them, to treat them like they were different.
There’s something about Mikey that’s more genuine. He can’t tell yet if he likes that.
“I’ll stay…but you have to promise to be good. And…” He twists his hips to pull his clothes free of Mikey’s hand. “Ask me nicely.”
Mikey's expression is one that doesn't seem to entirely compute the term 'be good.' But he also knows what he wants, and to get it he's going to have to play by Draken's rules. "Please, Kenchin, I promise…"
"That's better," Draken hums as he tucks some of Mikey's hair behind an ear. It's surprisingly soft, a toy Draken would like to pick up and turn around and hold in his hands. Spinning around so his back is to him, Draken grins over his shoulder and starts swaying his hips before pulling his phone out of his pants pocket and finding something with a heavy, thudding bass.
"That okay?" Draken asks. Some of his clients have complained about his choice of music in the past. Mikey nods. "Good."
With each note of the music, Draken circles his waist, moving in a figure eight that slowly urges what remains of his overalls to drop. He has to be careful, because if he lets gravity do all the work, they'll fall into an unsexy pile. It takes a surprising amount of core work to control the fall down his thighs and then his knees and finally his ankles. He's about to comment on his fairly banal red briefs when he feels two hands on his waist. "Oi."
"What?"
"You're not supposed to touch, dumbass." Of course, even when he says it, Mikey doesn't move his hands from where they're settled, his thumb almost hooked in the waist of Draken's underwear.
"It's my birthday," he nearly whines. "Can't I touch a little?"
Anyone else might get their wrist sprained when Draken moves it off of him using force, but Mikey isn't quite on the level of the perverts Draken has dealt with on one or two occasions. "Ask me again. And this time, don't sound like a kid trying to get his way."
That makes Mikey pout, but his fingers soften to rub the fabric under them. "Please can I touch a little, Kenchin?"
"There you go. That's what I like to hear." Then Draken's face twists in a smirk. "You a virgin, Mikey?"
"Fuck off!" So much for the 'good boy' act. "I've done plenty of shit."
Draken reaches down to take Mikey's wrists, holding them away from his body enough that he can turn to face him again. “Are you lying to me?”
“I’ve had plenty of chances. I’m just picky. Mitsu says my standards are too high for most guys.”
With a little grin, Draken moves forward, surprised that Mikey lies back on the bed and lets him crawl on top of him after finally stepping out of his clothes. He’s naked except for the briefs, and he’s about fifty-fifty on if he wants to take them off or leave something for Mikey to enjoy when he actually goes out to do his show. After all, that’s what Mitsuya is paying him for. “And where exactly do I fall on the great Mikey’s scale of acceptable men?”
“At the top.” Mikey says it as quickly as he gave his favorite type of bike, even adding, “Easily.”
Draken should not be doing this. No doubt tomorrow Mikey is going to get over the starstruck wonder of being hit on by a stripper, and he’ll never hear from him again. But also…maybe not. Who knows? And right now, with those round dark eyes of his, that soft, biteable face, Draken doesn’t really care about what tomorrow may or may not bring. “How about I take your clothes off too?”
Not that there’s much. Mikey is in a long shirt with extremely loose, baggy pants, but he quickly sits up—almost headbutting Draken in his eagerness—so he can start gathering the bottom of his top. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good with that.”
“Hey, I said I was going to do it.” Draken takes the material from him. “I’m the professional here.”
Mikey seems torn between wanting to throw himself at him and following Draken’s lead. Finally, he loosens up enough that Draken can start pulling his shirt up and get a good look at his torso. He’s got a fit body, surprisingly muscular for his stature and thinness. But then Draken is kind of the same way too, isn’t he? He gets the neckline up to Mikey’s face so just his chin and his mouth is showing, parted a bit as he breathes, all but panting really, and Draken keeps it in place so he can press forward into a tight kiss.
It’s a gamble that works in his favor. Mikey immediately opens his mouth, and Draken isn’t exactly surprised when he feels a tentative tongue sneaking a flick at his own. Draken lets him in, plenty happy that Mikey is as receptive as he thought (as he knew?) he would be.
When the kiss breaks, Draken licks Mikey’s mouth before finally getting his shirt the rest of the way off. “Sure you didn’t get into your cake early? Because you taste sweeter than I thought you would.”
Mikey flops back, covering his face with his hands. “Shut up.”
“That wasn’t your first, was it?”
“Shut up , Kenchin.” The edge of skin showing around his fingers is an angry, shameful red. “Just…keep going.”
Draken chuckles and slides away, Mikey’s head snapping up, perhaps worried that he’ll stop entirely. He doesn’t have to be concerned though, as he slides down to his knees on the floor and tugs at Mikey’s pants. They come down easily to reveal the cottony briefs underneath. “Lighten up, Mikey. I said I was your present, remember? I want to make it count.”
The tall tent in front of him makes it pretty clear that Mikey is on board but he keeps watching his face. Partly because, yes, if he gives any indication this is not good, Draken will back off immediately. But also it's because Mikey has the kind of face he could loose himself in staring at for a long time. He has this sweet softness there that Draken wants to lick up, but also the kind of aura around him that feels like he could have as good a time hanging out as fucking.
For now it's going to be mostly Column A, though.
Finally, Draken peels back the opening of Mikey's briefs, and his cock is standing right in front of his face. It's long and thin, fitting Mikey, he thinks. Draken gives him a smile to make sure his approval is clear and when he opens his mouth he hasn't even touched it when Mikey gasps. "This okay?" Draken half-laughs.
"Yes," Mikey replies with a huff, clearly embarrassed at being caught like that. "It's fine, yeah."
"Okay." Draken leans in to give just his head a lick, staring at Mikey as he does. When Mikey moans this time, he doesn't stop, though he's glad the music is still going on his phone to maybe drown it out. He's circling the tip of his cock with his tongue, a slow lap around the whole thing before kissing the side of the shaft. He tastes clean, the smell of him musky but with a certain freshness that Draken likes. "Easy," he purrs when Mikey's thighs shake.
Mikey doesn't respond this time. Draken can see where his hands are balled up in the sheets, and when he bites the inside of his leg, he swears he hears a tear between those fingers. “Kenchin!”
“What? You don’t want me to leave any marks?” he asks, his hand working over his cock a little while his mouth is occupied. Mikey doesn’t say anything, but Draken watches a shiver pass through him. “Huh…interesting reaction.” He finds a spot a bit further on Mikey’s leg and latches onto it with his lips as he keeps stroking him up and down at an easy-going pace, and Mikey’s back arches under him. When he lets go with a wet smack, there are not only teeth marks but an already-purpling bruise. “You seem like a flexible guy…you can enjoy that for a while after I’m gone.”
It sounds like Mikey is going to snap at him again, so Draken chooses that moment to get his lips around his head and suck at it softly, lapping up the pre that’s already been leaking freely just with his simple handjob. Only once the soft cap of his cock is soaked does he slide all the way down, handily deepthroating him in one movement.
Now he has to hold Mikey’s hips because he nearly jumps up at the sensation, the tight suction, the wet heat of Draken’s mouth. When he looks up to try to make eye contact, he can barely even make out Mikey’s upturned chin over his heaving chest. It’s no small ego boost, getting to watch someone react that eagerly to a blowjob, and something about it being this guy that maybe Draken likes a bit is making it even better.
“Mikey…do you want me to fuck you?” he asks, hot breath puffing on Mikey’s slick shaft.
“Y-yeah…yeah, Kenchin…”
“Can I fuck you on my bike?” The lewd noise that gets out of Mikey, the way his cock twitches, has Draken grinning savagely. The thought of it has Draken plenty excited himself; Mikey’s pretty body perched on his lap, bouncing on his cock while he revs the engine under them. “Yeah, I thought you might let me…you’re going to have to wait, though. You’re going to have to earn it.”
“Kenchiiiin…”
He starts sucking his cock again, and when he does, Mikey’s breaths get even harder. He’s panting, heaving, and Draken is going to ask him if he’s close, but there’s no need because the moment he’s got it rubbing the top of his mouth, Mikey shoots his load down his throat. It’s thick on Draken’s tongue, but he swallows it all, every drop—if it really is Mikey’s first time getting head, tongue-kissing him after that might not be exactly appealing.
There are plenty of things maybe they can work up to.
Draken gets up and wanders over to kiss Mikey’s cheek where he’s flopped boneless on the bed, finally returning to his bag. Once he’s turned the music off on his phone, he heads to the door, glancing down the hall where Baji has turned on the television and Mitsuya is finishing getting things together for the party.
“Hey.” Draken jumps when Mikey appears at his shoulder with a little smile. “Let me shower with you.”
Draken nods down at his own underwear, the only thing he’s wearing. “You know, if you see it all now, you’re not going to be as impressed when I show it off in front of everyone else.”
“Maybe I just want it to be just for me first. You know…since it’s my birthday.” He bats his lashes at him and slides his hand into Draken’s. “Please, Kenchin…I’ll be good.”
This little fucker is going to be the death of him.