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As he stared at the pretty boy in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh.

Chuuya Nakahara was currently in his apartment, with the tiger he hooked up with a few nights ago smiling to himself as they ate in a comfortable silence, the room filled by soft music playing from Nakahara's radio, the promised meal right in front of them, red, almost glossy, medium rare steak not only looking high class but also tasting it as well.

He knew his cooking skills were a tad bit above what most had, because Chuuya Nakahara loved being in the kitchen. He loved the smell of food, loved to cook for himself, loved to try out new recipes, to copy the ones he tasted some time ago on a mission, he just loved cooking.

But he wouldn't call it a passion though, more like a hobby, something he did whenever he wanted to take his mind off of things, something that required attention at all times.

Because cooking, it was one of those things you had to give your undivided attention to. Letting your mind wander would be the end of your whole meal, even a small mistake could make you literally fuck up the entire recipe.

But this, this meal turned out almost perfect.

And so did the dessert sitting in the oven. 

He kept the croissants there, to keep them warm and tasty for when they finally finished their main course, and by the looks of it, it would be done in a second.

Good, he didn't want the croissants to sit there for too long, god forbid they begin drying up, or the creamy filling start to cool down.

Atsushi Nakajima looked like he was having the time of his life here, and he was sure the boy would praise the hell out of him for this meal as soon as he swallowed the piece of steak he was currently chewing on, which made him already chuckle softly as he swirled his wine around.

Since Nakahara noticed that the boy seemed to like wine on the sweeter side, this time, he took out his Chiarli Fondatore from his wine cellar, sure to give it a nice long pour before he allowed the boy to finally smell it, almost unable to hide the grin off his face once the tiger lit up at the soft aroma in the air.

Many would think that waking up next to Atsushi might've been awkward, hell, even Chuuya feared that at first, but once he woke up from their nightly adventure, the boy was already gone to work, with a cute little handwritten note on the bedside.

'Thank you for everything, Chuuya-san. I'd be happy to taste your cooking if you're still offering. 

1. my number :)!'

It was almost adorable, really. How the boy left it right next to a warm cup of coffee for Chuuya, that was even poured in a thermos instead of a regular cup, to keep it from becoming cold.

Such a thoughtful little shit.

Chuuya might've messaged him first, after a few hours, but after his first message, they just seem to hit it off instantly, just chatting about random shit.

It was comical, almost. The way that Atsushi and him could probably spend hours just talking about random things for example, their conversation about the best pizza topping going on for three hours, almost four actually.

But he enjoyed it. He really did like getting closer to the ADA agent.

Dazai, he seemed a little bit suspicious of Chuuya after the redhead messaged him to let him know that the little errand the bastard he gave him was over, but he was pretty sure the waste of bandages didn't know about what happened between them that night.

Not like he cared if Dazai was to ever find out, he would just like to save himself from the theatrical bastard and his dramatic ass.

But as for the sexual part of their adventure, neither approached the topic yet. They have however established that it felt good and that neither of them minded it, that they both consented to it.

Atsushi, the sweet little thing, was worried that he perhaps pushed Chuuya out of his comfort zone, that Chuuya was a bit too drunk and that maybe he took advantage of the mafioso. Which in turn made the executive laugh, while they were discussing it over the phone.

And now, as he stared at the pretty face and took a sip of wine, he could remember them agreeing to do that again sometimes.

To be quite frank, he wouldn't mind that.

Although, he would however, like to be more prepared for it. Lube, condoms, foreplay, just take it a step above last time.

He was drunk, Atsushi was in a vournable state, they used their bodies to both get that ecstasy and forget about their reality even for five minutes without minding anything else, but the next time, it could be different. 

And Chuuya, he was perhaps looking forward to the next time. It would be pretty nice to feel Atsushi's body up and down again. This time, he'd take his time with it. Be slow and patient. Hell, he'd tease the boy for hours just to hear a string of pretty gasps and curses from those soft lips.

But, he snapped out of his trance as the boy looked at him, making him realize that they both finished their steak, and so, he smiled, took their empty plates and threw them in the sink, befor reopening the oven and taking out the perfect baked goods, even his mouth watering at the pleasant scent of vanilla filling the air.

"Oh, wow. " The tiger mumbled as he stared at the food in Chuuya's hand, a full trail full of croissants, all of them perfectly shaped and sized, causing the redhead to smirk proudly.

Yeah, damn right it was wow worthy.

"Chuuya-san, you made these?" The boy looked up at him with a sparkling wonder, clearly both impressed and slightly surprised by his cooking skills.

"Yeah, they're filled with vanilla, not an extract, the real thing. They're real creamy too, that's Madagascar vanilla for you." The executive boasted as he set the tray down, before sitting back at his spot, across the boy.

He set his hand down on the table, using it as a head rest and smirked, as he watched Atsushi take one of the baked goods and smell it, seemingly bewitched, entranced by it.

Before the boy took a small bite, his face lit up, eyes sparkling.

Holy shit he was so criminally adorable.

And Chuuya, well, Chuuya picked one up too, just took a soft little bite before setting it back down as he watched the tiger devour his own, quick and messy, he kind of loved that the kid was so free spirited around him, comfortable enough to inhale the food, comfortable enough to smile goofily after, with a few small crumbs on his face.

Comfortable enough to close his eyes and lean into his touch with a soft blush as Chuuya wiped the crumbs off his face.

"It tastes so good, Chuuya-san. You might get me addicted to these." The boy mumbled, as he opened those purple eyes, with a hint of gold.

And maybe, maybe Chuuya too, would get addicted to something that day. Perhaps the content look on the boy's face. Or the blind trust the boy seemed to have in him to come over to his apartment alone, without telling his colleagues anything about it.

He took his wine back in his hand, swirled it again, before taking a sip, letting it rest on his tongue.

"This wine is so sweet too, it goes nicely with both the dessert and the main course, you've really thought of everything ." The sweet little thing praised as he too, took a sip of the wine.

Indeed. Chuuya had thought of everything. But this, well, this wasn't the dessert. If everything went well enough, Atsushi himself might end up becoming the dessert instead.

Hell, maybe even the main course.

"Well, the wine and dine part might've came a bit late but I still hope you enjoyed this, kid." The executive smiled, softly, which widened in a grin once that gorgeous face flushed.

Atsushi wasn't good at hiding anything , or so he noticed.

"Uh, no need to woo me any further. Your baking has me bewitched ." The brat had the balls to flirt back, making him arch a singular red eyebrow.

"Oh, really?" Chuuya wondered aloud as he poured them each a refill of wine, glad to be sober this time around.

"Tiger, you're going to make me blush." He chirped back with a grin, free hand trailing out to Atsushi's own, which was flat against the table.

Nakahara carefully laced their fingers together, slowly, feeling Nakajima's hand become stiff, before the boy relaxed it in his hold and flushed prettily, eyes looking into Chuuya's.

He picked up the boy's hand, brought it up to his lips, before pressing down a gentle kiss, all without breaking eye contact. 

Once he did that, he couldn't even help but chuckle at the embarrassed reaction.

" Chuuya-san. " The boy whined, shyly looking away, as his ears got red, before he bit his lip but still tightened his hold on Chuuya's hand.

"May I have this dance, Atsushi?" He asked, as the slow song in the background continued to play, getting a good view of the boy's ridiculously good looking side profile. 

"I can't dance at all." The boy mumbled in embarrassment, drawing a chuckle out of him.

"Yeah, I could guess that much." The mafioso teased, making those sunset eyes snap to his own in offense.

" But , I don't mind that. I'll teach you." Chuuya smirked, getting up as he set his wine down, and entrancing the boy to do the same.

As he pulled the tiger up and into his arms, he could feel the nervous fingers of the boy's right hand dig into his shoulder as the other one relaxed in his own, eyes of sunset looking at his, trying to figure him out to no avail.

He simply pulled the boy closer and began moving, controlling both of their movements, dragging Atsushi's body along to a step, then a slide, before he spun the boy around, using his ability to pick the boy up with no hardship whatsoever.

He could've done it without his ability too, but the look of pure shock and amazement on the boy's face as he floated up for a solid second before getting picked back up and set down by Chuuya was hella worth using his ability.

The small airy spin turned into another step right after, with the tiger beginning to move with Chuuya, hesitantly at first, before he began feeling a bit more confident, following the slow beat of the song and looking down at both of their feet, clearly trying to figure out a pattern.

But, unluckily for him, this waltz was as chaotic as Chuuya himself.

That's why, he dipped the boy with ease, before leaning down, letting his hair tickle the pale face, smiling as the boy clung onto him more, almost afraid to fall off.

Atsushi's eyes wandered down to his lips again, curious, but he didn't give in so easily this time around. Instead, he pulled the boy up and into his chest again, swaying them to the soft rhythm, gloved hand coming down to Atsushi's waist as the boy's heart stammered against him.

"Pretty," The boy breathed as he looked up at the redhead, making him almost flush. God, the kid just said whatever came to his mind and it showed.

"I should be the one saying that. You got  quite dolled up for me, didn't you, tiger?" The executive chuckled back instead, as they continued to dance, granted, at a slower pace.

"I just…wanted to look presentable." 

Presentable.

If this was only presentable in the boy's eyes, God, did Chuuya fear him going all out.

The adorable puffed sweater and the tight black pants that paired with it were almost perfectly suited for the boy, the look so basic yet giving such an angelic vibe paired with that white, almost silver hair and those purple yet gold eyes that seemed to entrance him whenever he stared at them for too long.

Only thing he'd personally add would be some accessories. 

Perhaps, Chuuya could take the boy to his accessory closet, make the boy try out each of the little chokers from his collection, because damn, he would look good with them. Maybe paired with a silver necklace, to really sell the look even more.

But even without any accessories, the boy already looked delicious to him. 

"Well, you look beautiful ." He muttered back as he dipped the boy once again, this time leaning closer, so close in fact that he could feel the tiger's breath on his face.

A redness dusted those cheeks at the compliment, and he could feel the boy lean his entire weight into Chuuya's arms, eyes closing as his hand that wasn't grasped by Chuuya pulled the said man closer.

He knew where this was leading to. 

Chuuya finally looked at those glossy lips, tightening his hold both on Atsushi's waist and his other hand, gently caressing the boy's skin with his thumb.

He wanted to finally close the distance, this time around.

But instead, he pulled the boy into himself again and continued the dance, teasing both of them in the process.

The tiger was noticeably surprised and let down by the lack of his lips, which only made him lean his head into the boy's shoulder and chuckle lightly to himself.

Atsushi really wore his heart on his sleeve. His each reaction was enticing, in its honesty and purity, which only made it harder not to be playful, not to make the boy beg for it.

Poor little tiger, really. He danced with the devil and he lucked out.

Because, in fact, he was not the type of person to give into anything while sober. 

Chuuya Nakahara was one teasing son of a bitch. 

So, if he was about to fuck while sober, without the alcohol spuring him on, he would take his time with it. Make his partner desperate and needy. Make them cry if needed, make them make the first move.

And even then, he wouldn't give in completely. Just to see how needy they were for him.

"What's up, tiger?" He asked innocently, as he twirled the boy around again, the song coming up to a slightly faster pace by now.

"Uhm, nothing." The boy tried to lie, and seriously, who gave him the right to pout so cutely in his arms?

He traced the hand on Atsushi's waist lower, relishing in the slight yelp as he ghosted his fingers over the boy's behind, simply to tease him.

"Well, if you say so." The executive grinned, feeling the fingers laced with his own tighten their hold as the boy leaned into his space a bit too closely.

Shit, those few inches the boy had on him were driving him wild.

"Chuuya-san…." The boy let out a small whine, eyes connecting with the mafioso's own, that cute pout still present.

He, too, leaned into the space between them, almost chest to chest.

"Can I…uh…kiss you?"

And fuck, screw the teasing.

He pulled the boy closer by his waist, bodies flush together, movement stopping momentarily, as the song carried on in the background.

A small sound escaped those soft lips, before the boy's eyes glinted in the light, and that was all it took for him to close the gap.

Atsushi tasted like croissants this time. Like the pure vanilla filling he had prepared. Like the sweetest wine from his collection. 

Atsushi melted in his hold, crumbled, as if this was the dessert he could never get enough of.

As if Chuuya's lips tasted sweeter than anything he's ever tried in his entire life.

The hand on his shoulder got a bit harsher in its tight grip, and the boy literally jumped on him, making him use the hand on Atsushi's behind to pull him closer, feeling the skinny yet plush thighs wrap around his waist, making his mind fuzzy, lips chasing the boy's even as they separated.

"Atsushi, do you…want to take things to the bedroom?" The man asked, more like panted, as he felt the boy rub up against him. He knew what the question entailed, and so did the tiger. The cards were now in Atsushi's hand, and whatever hand he chose to deal would be what the night would end up like.

Either with Chuuya and him entangled in the sheets, or with them separating from the kiss, maybe watching Chuuya's favourite TV show, before he saw the boy off.

Either way, he knew he wouldn't be disappointed.

"I don't …" The boy finally let out through his teeth, before hiding his face into Chuuya's shoulder, making the mafioso think that maybe he overstepped it tonight. 

He went to release the boy from his hold, but felt the legs hooked around his waist dig into him.

"I don't think I can make it that far."

Fuck.

He could only growl, before he reconnected their lips, hungrily, the way that the man in his hold whimpered in his mouth only driving him more insane, riling him up even more.

The executive began heading for his doors, knowing the layout of his apartment better than anyone else as he kicked down the doors of his living space and shoved the boy against the nearest wall, just to separate from him and bury his face into the pale throat instead, prepping it up with soft kisses, making sure to leave no marks for now, at the very least.

"Chuuya-san, yes, " The tiger breathed, throwing his head against the wall in desperation as the executive bit into his skin, just barely.

Every wall, every surface, that he could throw the boy against on the way to his bedroom, well, he did.

And once they finally arrived in it, well, the mafioso threw Atsushi down on it, watched his silky smooth sheaths crumble under the tiger's weight, before he dropped on top, connected their lips, didn't give the gasping boy a chance to collect himself.

Both of them were equally as out of breath when they separated, both of them looked feral, Atsushi more so than Chuuya, looking up at the executive as if he were about to eat Chuuya right up and Nakahara felt like he was way too turned on by the said look.

"Want you." The boy finally let out as he pulled the executive closer, nails, well, claws, digging into Chuuya's back.

And he didn't want to rip this up too.

So, the mafioso only chuckled in turn and leaned to kiss the boy, softly, on the corner of his lips.

"Why don't we take it slower this time? Besides, I want to undress, give you a chance to let those claws rip through more than just clothes." He grinned back, seeing the tiger's face redden at his words, yet those hands still released him.

So, he took it as a chance to throw his suit off, the expensive clothes literally flying off in the distance, the corners of his lips pulling up as the sunset eyes drank up the sight drunkenly, as if the boy was trying to remember each scar, each muscle.

As the tiger trailed his eyes to Chuuya's gloves though, well, the redhead just shook his head.

Taking those off was kind of off the table. Well, not only for tonight. 

The tiger just avoided staring back at his hands after that, instead prompting himself up on his elbows and kissing Chuuya sweetly, kind of trying to improvise, since, again, the boy had little to no experience besides what he and Chuuya have done.

Atsushi's hands, on his bare back, were a lot to take in. They were warm, sweaty because of the boy's nervousness and so fucking comfortable, even as the slight claws dug into his skin to pull him back down, to the point where the executive might get addicted to them.

He spent a great amount of time simply making out with the boy, grinding his knee into the tiger's crotch, getting small little whimpers and whines as well as soft moans that he swallowed right up in turn.

But afterwards, once they pulled back, both of them finally seemed to have snapped out of the initial horniness, enough to actually look at each other. 

As Nakahara felt those smart eyes trace over and down his body, then to his own again, he also explored the boy underneath him, as well.

Atsushi looked like an angel. All spread out on his sheets, his hair sprawled out on the red pillowcases, like snow covering traces of blood.

"On or off?" The executive mumbled as he played with the edge of the sweater that covered that gorgeous body.

"On." The boy whispered shyly, averting his gaze and making the mafioso frown as he pulled the tiger to look at him.

"You don't have to be embarrassed about having boundaries, Atsushi." He mumbled, a serious tone overtaking his hoarse, lust filled voice from earlier. He wanted them both to be comfortable.

The tiger just nodded in turn, his face getting awfully cute with that slight, small smile at Chuuya's words, and call Chuuya insane, but seeing that damned smile made him even more turned on than the making out from before.

So, he settled for letting his fingers dance across the boy's belt, looking up for consent and getting a soft nod in turn. 

The executive took his time with pulling those tight pants off, unzipping them first with his teeth, before grinning and giving the boy a lick through his pants, making those sunset eyes widen in shock before they looked down at him, surprise and embarrassment clear yet no words coming out as the mafioso threw the pants off, and played with the elastic of the tiger's underwear for a bit, snapping them back against the pale skin right after.

" Oh, " The moan was so fucking quiet, yet it rocked Chuuya's world more than a scream of pleasure form a random hookup would.

The tiger just had that….air around him.

Something alluring, he loved it. Loved it all. Even the stubborn, needy, yet such a fucking selfless act whenever others cared for him, and he thought that Dazai was overexaggerating his cuteness, but as he came to find out…

The boy was fucking adorable. He was easy to fluster, he was honest even when he didn't want to be, he looked like he might cry any time he got even slightly teased and he never overstepped any boundary he was told.

He quietly traced his fingers over the pale thighs, touching the inner section, before he leaned in and lifted the boy's leg, only to gently kiss it, making the muscle spasm underneath in the process.

"Aren't you excited, tiger? Were you hoping for this?" The executive questioned from between the plush thighs, as he continued to prep kisses into the soft skin.

"Maybe." The boy admitted bashfully, hiding his face with his hand, as the other one went to the executive's hair.

That piqued his interest.

"Oh? And what were you hoping for here, exactly?" He smirked, as he let go of the boy's thigh, to crawl up that hot body instead, coming face to face with the tiger.

"You." 

Another vague answer, to only edge him on further.

"Me doing what, handsome?" The mafioso smiled as he kissed the boy's cheek, feeling Atsushi shudder from under him.

"Fucking me."

Shit.

"Really? Like the last time?" The redhead mumbled as he stared down, fingers tracing the boy's thigh.

"Yeah. I..I couldn't help but hope for it today. You did say we could…" The tiger muttered softly, as he looked back at Chuuya bravely.

"Fuck, kid, keep saying cute shit like that and I might not let you go." He breathed as he dropped his head down to the boy's shoulder, one of his hands trailing down to the boy's underwear, sliding inside.

"I..might like that."

Shit.

"Yeah?" He chuckled back hoarsley, as he thumbed the boy's tip. "What if I never let you go? Not even to your friends, back to the agency, what if I just keep you here, trapped inside my apartment?" The mafioso questioned, as he kissed the boy's shoulder through the sweater.

"You wouldn't trap me in." The boy responded back, hands tracing his back, exploring the muscles.

"You're way too trusting." He finally said, as he pulled back and pulled the boy's underwear off as well, the tiger assisting him in the process, left in nothing below Chuuya besides the cute little sweater. 

"How do you want this, tiger? Want me to spread you open, nice and slow? With real lube this time?" Chuuya asked as he made the boy look at him.

"Can you just….put it in?" The boy asked instead, as he stared up into Chuuya's eyes with something akin to desperation.

"It would hurt." The mafioso reminded in a hushed tone, tracing that angelic face with his hand, before he twirled the boy's hair between his fingers, gently.

"I just…want to feel it." 

And he knew. He knew what the boy meant.

Sometimes, sex was emotional, soft, gentle, it was filled with love and affection. 

And sometimes, that kind of sex, you felt like you didn't deserve it. 

Sometimes, the care and tenderness burned.

And Chuuya knew that sometimes, getting used felt better, even if just temporarily. 

"Well, as long as you let me do the aftercare, I'd be up to give you what you want, pretty boy." The mafioso whispered, gently, between them, like a secret.

And that ghostly pale face turned scarlet.

So, he kissed the boy, much softer than before, as he unzipped his own pants too and prepared to release all the tension from his body. 

As soon as they pulled back, he pulled himself out of his underwear and gave the length a good jerk, the leathery feel of his glove making him hiss.

"You like the view, tiger?" He chuckled breathily, as he continued to tease himself, slow steady strokes of his half hard dick almost lazy.

"I'd like it much more if you were inside of me."

Well, fuck.

"You're playing a dangerous game there, Atsushi." The redhead breathed out, leaning closer and rubbing his hard dick against the boy's own, feeling the tiger growl from underneath him.

Shit, this wasn't good for him. The way that body allured him, pulled him in like a magnet, it was messing with Chuuya's head.

And damn, if he didn't feel like he might burst if he didn't enter that sweet boy and make him scream.

His hand positioned the tip of his dick to the boy's entrance, as the other held Atsushi's own, tightly. 

And he shoved it inside.

It made those pretty eyes close, cherry red lips open in a scream, nails dug into Chuuya's bare back, drawing blood out of the otherwise untouched skin.

Even the thought of the tiger marking him up, well, it drove him wild.

He loved it when he could feel just how good he made someone feel. Loved it when his partners were vocal, were active, didn't just lay there and take it, didn't hold back.

So, the way that the tiger pulled him closer and moaned loudly into his skin, before biting down on Chuuya's throat to keep himself from making too much noise, well, it was more than just fucking hot.

The way that pretty face morphed between pain and pleasure, the way the boy's hot insides were clinging onto his dick, the way that the body below his own trembled in need, unable to decide if it wanted to back off from the redhead's hips or to push right back against them, fuck , it made him want to buck up into the tiger and fuck the boy senseless from the get-go. 

" Chuuya !" The way that his name left the boy's lips, honorifics quite literally fucked out of his dictionary, it did things to the executive. Made him want to fuck this little detective so hard that the tiger forgot everything but his name.

He didn't give the tiger any recovery time though, instead, he pulled back almost right after entering, before he slammed back in, drawing a choked little sob out of the body underneath his, causing Atsushi to dig his claws deeper into Chuuya's back.

"Didn't you say you wanted it rough, pretty boy? Changed ya mind already?" He breathed out against the boy's lips, as he continued to thrust inside the tight body, fucking into it as hard as he could, fast, shallow slaps of his hips across the pale skin that made the other man's pale ass glow red from the sheer force.

" No, no , oh, oh , Chuuya-san, please don't stop, please, please !" The boy begged, sobbed and cried, pretty sunset eyes opening and tears streaming down the breathtaking face, making him lean down and lick the salty liquid off of the boy's cheeks.

"Fuck, tiger, I think I could get addicted to this." The mafioso breathed out, gripping the boy's hand tighter as his pace began taking a deeper sort of angle, using his free hand to lift those hips and push Atsushi's knees to his chest, eyes sparkling like real sapphires as the tiger whimpered and ripped his hand from the executive's back, to instead use it as leverage, pull Chuuya down by a a handful of red locks.

"Fucking you hard and fast, takin' whatever the hell I want." He continued against those lips, before they stole a quick kiss from him, with Atsushi licking his bottom lip, begging to be kissed breathless.

"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" The executive murmured before stealing a kiss too, fucking up into that sensitive spot deep , deep inside of the boy.

" Yes, " The boy mewled, pulling on Chuuya's locks and exposing his throat, begging to be marked up, and office be damned, he'd show the ADA that he's made the newest, most prized addition to their little gang his bitch.

Hell, he knows the boy would look at it after, look at the marks giddily, with a flush, tracing it with his fingers just to remember the moment with Chuuya as soon as he arrived back at his house and that, well, that made him lean in and bite down on the boy's throat, leaving a perfectly clear shape of his teeth, but not stopping there.

Instead, he began sucking on the skin, feeling it warm up between his teeth, purple already forming once he pulled back, a perfect sign of ownership sitting right on the boy's neck, one which not even a damned turtleneck would cover.

"Chuuya-san, I'm gonna cum, please, can I, can I please cum?" The boy choked, as soon as he pulled away from the throat to admire his handiwork, which only made his grin wider as he continued the deep, ruthless thrusts that made those tight insides spasm around him.

"Cum for me, I'll fuck you right through it. I won't even pause, pretty boy. Gonna make you cum as many times as you can tonight." The redhead groaned, as he continued to rail the pretty little thing into the satin sheets, biting his lip as he saw those claws dig into his pillowcase, and Atsushi's own teeth into his bottom lip, drawing blood as the boy tried to hold back the wail of need.

"Gonna fuck you till you cum dry, then, gonna shove back in as hard as I can, make sure you can feel it in the office tomorrow morning." He continued, knowing damn well what kind of effect his voice had on the boy.

"Hell, maybe your ability won't even heal your insides in time." Atsushi shivered at the words, gulping as he ground back against Chuuya, tightening around his member. Oh. Maybe the boy wanted to be found out. "Maybe you'll be walking funny for the morning. So funny in fact that that waste of bandages might notice." 

'What will you tell him, tiger? That you let your mentor's ex teammate fuck you senseless for the second time?" His hand went to the boy's dick as soon as he asked the first question, just caressing the hard length that seeped precum into the cashmere sweater. "That you're so needy and desperate for me that you can't help but cling onto me whenever you get the chance?" The boy whined, low and needy, at each of his words and he was pretty sure none registered in that pretty little empty head of his.

But Chuuya still adored the way that the boy just nodded blindly, all while hanging on for dear life.

"So fucking needy for me, ain't ya, handsome?" The boy nodded again in turn, more tears spilling, before he leaned down and kissed those alluring red lips. "You're tightening around me so much, to the point where I'm sure you want me to stay inside." He hoarsley chuckled once they pulled back from one another, hand still gripping the boy's own, but the other one using this as a chance to separate those legs further, just to slightly switch the angle up.

"Would you like me to be here the whole night, just inside you?" The unholy moan he got in turn was enough of an answer. "Letting you cockwarm me while we sleep?" And fuck, the way the boy hurried to nod, the way those white strands of hair bounced, the bed creaked under them, it was way too hot.

The scent of sex in the air only spur him on, and so did the feel of those claws digging back into his skin, he was sure he'll look like he came out of a fight by the end of this, but, oddly enough, he'd be fine with that. 

" God !" 

And god, indeed.

Atsushi looked angelic, in the most devilish way possible, when he orgasmed. The sunset eyes rolled back into his head, lips open and slight bits of saliva running down his chin as his back arched, those nails raking down Chuuya's skin and digging in, dick spraying between them both, some of the cum even getting on Chuuya's hand.

As he slowed down his thrusts, but still kept on going deep inside the boy, all through it, helping him ride out the high with his hand too, before letting his hand drop the tiger's dick to instead lick the cum off of his hand, he thought back to something he said when he fucked Atsushi back at the tiger's apartment.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped in his head.

As the boy finally came back to it, he maneuvered the tiger over and to the side of the bed, looking right at his mirror-covered closet door.

He could hear Atsushi let out a gasp of surprise, before he looked in the mirror and got stunned into silence by his own lewd expression.

"See that, tiger? That's you. With my dick inside of you. Look how pretty you are, handsome. You are so fucking hot." The mafioso purred as he trailed his fingers over the boy's sides, hugging him closer.

"God, you tightened so much when you saw your face." The redhead let out as he moved his hips ever so slightly, feeling the new angle cause those warm insides to twitch around him, muscles tightening. "Do you think you look pretty?" fingers traced up and into the boy's sweater, as he used his hold on the slim waist to fuck up into he tight body again, not being able to contian himself as he saw the boy's expression change from shock to lust in the mirror. 

"Because you really fucking do."

"Look at that expression, Atsushi." He breathed out in the tiger's ear, tilted the boy's chin with one hand, making him stare at his own face as he got grinded into again. "Look at how flushed you are." The boy melted in his hold, trembling.

"Look at the mark I left on you." He traced his fingers down to the boy's fading bruise, making the tiger blink hazily, before his eyes focused on the purple bite.

"Doesn't it fit so well?" 

The redhead leaned in again, mouth connecting to the boy's throat, and sucked a deep hickey inside, licking the forming bruise before it even came to life.

"Gonna show it off to everyone tomorrow, won't you?" 

The desperate kitten in his hands could only mewl out a sound of confirmation as he ground back against Chuuya, trying to take the executive deeper inside.

He began fucking into the willing body again, slower, hand coming up to the boy's hair as he pushed the tiger forward a bit, holding him up only by the white strands, causing the tiger to yelp in surprise, before the yelp turned into a moan of pure bliss as the mafioso moved his hips, pulling Atsushi back into the thrusts by his hair.

"Yes, yes, fuck, gonna show them all how good you make me, feel! " The boy let out between sobs, reaching back, claws shoving deep inside of the executive's hip as he arched his back into the harsh snaps of the executive's hips.

"Yeah, damn right I do. I know what you needy, beautiful. Know just how to make you desperate, get you to ache for it" He let out between pants, not too far off of cumming inside the boy, painting those warm insides in white, spraying his name into the willing canvas. There was an odd touch of possessiveness in his tone, that even he recognised yet couldn't put his finger on.

"Yes, you, fuck, god, you make me feel so good," 

Shit.

Chuuya Nakahara never thought of himself as a praise kink type of guy.

But….

" Atsushi. " 

The growl that got ripped from his throat and the way that he could feel his dick throb at that compliment, well, it made him believe that maybe , just maybe he might have it.

He pulled on the white locks, twisted them in his hand as he continued to use the boy roughly, looking at that pretty face, watching it morph in the mirror, seeing those eyes focus on themselves in the reflection, with Atsushi absolutely gone, only a shell of pure fucking lust left behind, and he felt close.

The claws in his skin made him moan and shit, as soon as he looked down at the boy's red ass, the skin angry and irritated from the abuse Chuuya's put them through, he knew he wouldn't last.

"I'm close, tiger. Where do you want it? On your back? Inside?" He let out, barely, breathed the words against the boy's neck as he licked it, before taking a bite.

"Chuuya-san please, inside," Atsushi cried, begged for it, and well, who was Chuuya to deny him?

The man just began going as hard as he could, losing his mind and letting instincts take over, hard slams making those insides spasm once more, as he felt the boy cum around his dick, making him growl and bite the boy one last time, before he shoved inside as deep as he could, pulling on those white strands harder than before, pulling the boy into a rough kiss as he rode out his orgasm, seeing white for a few seconds.

As they both tried to catch their breath, he pulled the boy back against himself, still deep inside of the tiger, and laid back against the bed, so out of breath that he felt like he ran a marathon.

" Mh, " The tiger moaned, in overstimulation most likely, as he took his dick out of the petite body.

"Got you, pretty boy. Just lay there." He mumbled as he kissed the sweaty locks of hair, grabbing the wet wipes from his nightstand, before wiping the boy as clean as he possibly could.

"Can I take it off now, since it's dirty darling? I'll give you something out of my closet." The mafioso asked quietly, as he looked at the cumstained sweater, knowing that sleeping in sticky ass clothes was worse than death in his experience.

"Yeah, I'll, I'll sleep without a shirt though." The detective answered quietly, as he played with the hem of his sweater cutely, eyes red, lips swollen and thighs still quivering as he sat up.

"You sure?" He asked carefully, just to be safe.

"Yeah. You won't…judge me, I guess. I feel safe around you." Fuck. Chuuya Nakahara is not the one to blush like some fucking virgin. 

But he couldn't help it.

"Okay, if you change your mind just let me know." He smiled up at the adorable little tiger as he tucked himself back inside of his pants and under the covers, hand petting the space next to him.

"Now, get here. You were a pretty comfortable human-pillow last time, tiger." The mafioso chuckled, getting a slight flushed glare from the boy, but still getting Atsushi to slide between the covers and lay down next to him, a yawn coming to those swollen lips in a matter of seconds.

"Goodnight, Chuuya-san." The boy smiled prettily, making his stomach do an odd flip again.

What a good night indeed, he thought, as he draped his hand over the slim waist and nuzzled into the boy's side.

Maybe he could woo the boy further by preparing him a light breakfast tomorrow.

Perhaps he could also steal a few kisses before the tiger inevitably went out to his job.

Perhaps, perhaps Chuuya might call this a