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“It’s one of those places!”
Nanami stared.
His coworker’s drunken enthusiasm did not falter. Instead, he slung an arm around Nanami’s broad shoulders, too inebriated to be embarrassed about rising up on tip toe to get a good grip.
“You know,” he attempted to whisper lasciviously, but instead shouted directly into Nanami’s ear, “it’s a titty bar!”
“Perhaps it’s time to call a taxi,” Nanami sighed, tugging at his coworker’s heavy arm.
“No way! I swear you won’t regret this, Nanami. I’m pretty sure it was one of these shops here?” His booze-laden body was much weightier than expected, throwing Nanami off his balance and forcing him further down the crowded street. “They’re all great though, trust me!”
He hated these work drinking parties. They were all (mandatory) after hour events—a fact he learned shortly after rejecting an invite and being treated coldly the following day. Ever since then, he knew to at least show his face at the first bar before slipping away quietly.
He wasn’t usually roped into the second, third, or fourth bars and he was even better at avoiding the red light district outings, but somehow this day wasn’t going in his favor.
Actual work had been shit. Clients had come in one after another venting their anger at him for his boss’s mistakes. He had spent much of the morning in a permanent bow. The afternoon had been a frantic rush to correct all the mistakes on top of his usual tasks. By the time his department asked him out for drinks, he was ready to wash the stress away with enough booze to drown a man.
Clearly, he had allowed himself to be too vulnerable because his coworkers had deemed this the perfect chance to drag him out to what was a “titty bar.”
Nanami stared up at the blinding neon sign and crude logo. He wanted to make one more attempt to throw his coworker into a taxi but then the painted door cracked open to reveal a woman with breasts so large they were spilling out of her bright pink body suit.
The force with which his coworker shoved him toward her was nothing to scoff at.
And that’s how Nanami soon found himself herded down a narrow entry hall with his sour-breathed coworker ogling the hostess and rambling drunkenly about his preferences to her. She nodded enthusiastically like a true professional, explaining the details of their services while pressing her chest to his arm.
Nanami tried to slip away from both of them to leave, but she immediately caught his arm and smiled innocently. “What about you, sir?” she called out over the low thrum of music. Velvet curtains blocked their path now, most likely separating them from the main floor. “It looks like this might be your first time!”
“I’m merely accompanying him,” Nanami replied dryly. “If there’s a bar, I would—”
She giggled. “Oh, of course we serve drinks, but that’s a privilege we leave to our lovely gals and guys.” Her gaze flickered and her smile grew. “If you’d like, I can introduce you to our manager. He’s very good at guiding newcomers through their first time.”
Nanami ignored the innuendo. “I would much rather just keep my companion company.”
“Just go enjoy yourself, Nanami! This stays between us, don’t worry,” his coworker once again stage-whispered. Winking rather poorly, he barked a laugh and turned his attention back to the hostess. “I don’t know if it was this shop but last time, I got this amazing lady with—”
Nanami closed his eyes and searched for patience.
The velvet curtains were drawn back and he reluctantly entered the shop’s main floor. Their friendly hostess directed his coworker to a voluptuous woman in little more than a too-tight bikini and a strip of leather meant to pass as a skirt.
Without wasting a second, she waved over a handsome man in a sleek suit. Long dark hair was draped over one broad shoulder. Nanami noted the large black gauges in his ears contrasting his buttoned up shirt and perfectly knotted tie.
His smile was also deceptively soft.
A dangerous man.
The effort put into not looking like a sleazy shop owner only put Nanami more on guard.
“Here’s a newcomer for you,” the hostess gestured to Nanami, “he might be interested in chatting with you privately instead of out in the open?”
“I’m only here for a drink while my coworker is enjoying himself,” Nanami attempted to explain once more.
It was pointless as the owner gave him a long, assessing once over. His smile widened minutely and Nanami tensed. Wordlessly, the hostess made herself scarce as Nanami’s personal space vanished in an instant.
Expensive cologne filled his nose and a large hand pressed into his lower back, guiding him away from the main floor. “There’s a much quieter private lounge in the back,” the owner explained, low voice rumbling against the shell of his ear. “Apologies for my hostess. Her job is to sell services, but I’m very glad she knew to inform me about you.”
“I see,” Nanami responded, conflicted about how this man’s scent and voice eased his nerves. “Despite that, I have no intention of accepting any services this evening. There’s no need to go out of your way to entertain me.”
The man’s thumb drew slow, lazy circles into his sore back, somehow pinpointing the worst knot. “Of course,” he murmured, still speaking into Nanami’s ear under the guise of being heard without raising his voice.
It was an obvious intimacy tactic and yet Nanami didn’t find it…unpleasant.
“Allow me to keep you company anyway. No charge,” the owner stated, “I just imagine you can’t leave your coworker here unattended and I hope you understand I can’t have an unserviced guest sitting sadly at the bar alone.”
Nanami nodded. “I understand. I apologize for not considering how that would appear to your potential guests.” His breath caught as the man’s thumb dug in, loosening the knot so expertly that Nanami’s knees buckled.
“Not a problem,” the owner chuckled, hand curling properly around Nanami’s waist to steady him. They slipped past another velvet curtain, this one leading into a very small lounge with little more than a couch and some bottles of top shelf liquor. “I didn’t catch your name.”
“Nanami,” he responded while being led down to sit.
“Geto Suguru,” the owner answered in kind, hand gliding up the strong planes of Nanami’s back, up over his tense shoulder, and lingering at the swell of his arm before breaking contact. With that same pleasant smile, he asked, “What would you like to drink?”
It was, without a doubt, terribly relaxing to chat with Geto.
Nanami almost hated how much he enjoyed it. Not only was the man handsome, he was charming. Intelligent. Empathetic. Nanami could’ve blamed it on the whiskey warming his belly, but he could see himself enjoying Geto’s company while stone cold sober as well.
Even though he still came across dangerous, Nanami didn’t think he cared. Weren’t there plenty of questionable people in his company, too? In life as a whole?
Very few people experienced such high levels of compatibility with another person. Nanami understood how to overlook unsavory things in favor of better things. He could especially do so while knowing that he wouldn’t be seeing Geto Suguru again after this night.
“You didn’t strike me as the type to be out in a place like this,” Geto remarked, having taken to rubbing comforting circles into Nanami’s thigh. His eyes had never wavered from Nanami’s face despite the way he kept them pressed close together.
“This work is shit,” Nanami mumbled, swirling his drink. “I have little choice in the matter.”
“And you don’t have much time for your hobbies anymore, do you?” he sympathized, silken hair slipping over his shoulder.
Nanami’s eyes followed the motion, distracted by the glossy strands brushing over the lapel of his suit. “Yes…I’ve left the same book unread in my living room for months.”
“What else do you enjoy?” Geto asked softly, lips brushing his ear lobe. The curtains muffled much of the main floor’s music so there was no need to speak in such low tones. There was also no need for Geto’s hand stroking higher and higher. Warm fingers curved inward, kneading the flesh of Nanami’s inner thigh through his slacks.
He spread his legs without thinking much about it and drained the remainder of his whiskey. “Cooking.”
Geto’s eyes fluttered in surprise but then his smile grew indulgent. “Oh? What recipes?” His fingers drifted up even more and just as Nanami thought he was going to address the tent in his pants, Geto’s hand kept traveling. It rose up over his hips, teased the trembling muscles of his abdomen, and finally settled in the gap between the buttons over his chest.
Nanami looked down at the fingers disappearing between the folds of his cotton button down. Blunt nails grazed the bare skin of his chest but the sensation hardly registered. All of his attention was on the straining in his trousers.
“Many things,” he breathed, wondering if it would be inappropriate to press a hand down on his cock just to relieve some pressure. “Baking bread is my preferred stress reliever, though.”
“I’ve tried before,” Geto hummed, fingering the top most button of Nanami’s shirt. “I wasn’t any good at it.”
“It can be a delicate process.”
Geto flicked the button open.
Nanami watched his shirt stretch apart, second button down the line now straining.
“Mm, the delicate parts were easy for me actually,” Geto mused, twisting his wrist so smoothly that the second and third buttons popped open in one go. “It was some of the other steps that I found tiresome.”
Nanami swallowed, thoughts escaping him as cool air rushed over his pectorals.
“I could show you if you’d like?”
Confused, Nanami tried to ask but then the world tilted and he was settled atop Geto’s lap. He caught himself against his shoulders, fisting his suit jacket. Nanami quickly released his grip though, smoothing the material down.
“It’s the kneading process I find rather tedious,” he explained, knuckles running over the swell of Nanami’s half clothed chest.
Oh.
Nanami hesitated, trying to make sense of the situation. As promised, he wasn’t being given an services, but would he be providing them? The prospect didn’t bother him but he didn’t know what would be so fun about groping his chest.
Regardless, he rolled his shoulders back, offering his chest to Geto’s curious hands.
Smiling approvingly, Geto slipped his fingers inside, cupping the heavy pecs gently. The cotton stretched out of the way, bunched up around the curve of his hands. “I never know if I’m pressing too hard,” he gave Nanami’s chest a playful squeeze, “or too softly.” His hands tightened, digging into the meat of his pecs for a brief, strangely stimulating moment.
Nanami jumped, ass landing against a prominent bulge in Geto’s trousers. He grinded down thoughtlessly while squirming to adjust to the pressure on his chest.
“What do you think, Nanami-san?” Geto murmured, massaging his chest absently. “Could you show me how you do it?”
Nanami felt his throat dry but he nodded. When he reached for his chest over Geto’s hands, he was stopped with an amused chuckle.
“Mm, not there. I think you should demonstrate where I can feel it.”
Heat crawled up his neck. Carefully, Nanami hooked a finger in Geto’s neck tie, unfurling the silk. He was far clumsier in undoing Geto’s shirt, missing the buttons and holes a few times before successfully undressing him. Nanami stopped halfway down his abdomen, hands resting over the strong muscles of his stomach for a moment too long.
“Nanami-san.”
His head jerked up, anxiety eased by Geto’s warm smile and laughter. The large hands that had been massaging his chest paused and Nanami felt the absence immediately. His skin tingled in want, eager to have that pressure back on his muscles.
“I…was distracted.” Nanami cleared his throat. Still somewhat unsure, he pushed the dark fabric aside, dim lounge lights catching the glint of something shiny.
Nanami nearly choked when he brushed over glossy black barbells pierced through both hard nipples. They stood out starkly against pale skin, almost taunting in their desire to be touched. He pressed his thumbs over the piercings, heart thundering when Geto stiffened beneath him.
“Is that how you knead your bread, Nanami?” he teased, circling his own fingers around Nanami’s nipples now.
He peered down at the movement, never having found his nipples to be particularly sensitive. They had pebbled up in the cool air but that was normal. Even now as Geto’s fingers edged closer and closer to the tips, he found it ticklish rather than arousing.
“Or maybe you’re more interested in these right now?” Geto remarked, giving both of his nipples a light flick. Nanami flinched. “Let’s put our breadmaking lesson on hold,” he offered, clearly enjoying himself as he released Nanami’s chest to grab something.
From his inner breast pocket, he retrieved a discreet black box.
Nanami watched him open it to reveal a pair of diamond studded clamps.
“Do you usually carry those around?” Nanami asked, the question leaving him before he could think anything of it.
Geto lifted them up, a delicate chain linking them together. “This is my personal set. I like to have options,” he tested the small rubber tipped clamps, “but these might be a bit uncomfortable for someone new to it. What do you think?”
Nanami shook his head, neck and chest reddening at the thought.
“You’re so good, aren’t you, Nanami-san?” Geto praised gently, warming Nanami’s nipple between two fingers. He then slid the clamp into place. “I’m afraid being this good makes you easy to bully.”
Nanami’s breath hitched at the sudden pressure. He almost wanted to rip it off, but the longer he studied it, the more he found it appealing. The rubber drew his nipple forward, diamonds glittering around the straining skin as if crowning something precious.
Geto leaned forward, pressing a dry kiss to the tip of his other nipple before clamping it, too.
Nanami’s cock jumped in his pants.
Geto’s gaze was locked on the clamps, admiring his work as if it were something to be hung in a gallery. “You look beautiful, Nanami-san.” He ran a finger along the chain linking them together. “My team knows I have certain tastes…I appreciate their efforts to make me happy.”
“Do you also provide services?” Nanami asked, struggling to keep his hips from rolling down.
“I’m more of a…scout,” Geto admitted. He pressed a guiding hand into the small of Nanami’s back, bringing their chests together. “When I see talent, I like to pursue it.” Their nipples missed, digging into each other’s plush flesh. “When that talent isn’t interested, I at least had the pleasure of flirting with a handsome guest.”
Nanami allowed Geto to take the lead in grinding their chests together, rubbing smooth skin against smooth skin. He couldn’t say much about the stimulation even now, but the visual was something else. The way they pressed and pulled. The softness. The peek of a barbell and the bounce of a nipple being squeezed.
Perhaps his coworker wasn’t crazy.
There was merit in a titty bar.
“Nanami-san.”
He lifted his head up, not having realized when he tangled his arms around Geto’s neck. Their lips brushed by accident. Nanami sucked in a harsh breath, eyes shutting as he hungrily went in for a proper kiss. When was the last time he had kissed someone like this?
His belt buckle clinked and his pants were swiftly yanked down just enough for his cock and ass to hang out.
Nanami tilted his head back, choking on a moan as Geto kneaded his ass. Sharp teeth scraped over his bobbing throat and down to his collarbones. He tried to rise up on his knees, but Geto’s grip was iron.
It was messy and clumsy and uncomfortable but Nanami wouldn’t have traded it for anything. He bounced his bare ass against Geto’s clothed cock, chasing the friction he was being denied. Every roll of his hips was guided by Geto’s strong hands, at once too little and too much.
“It must be hard on you every day,” Geto murmured with all the kindness and understanding that didn’t match how he was currently teasing Nanami. He kissed his jaw, trailing more kisses up to his ear. “Dealing with such unsavory clients and coworkers.” His tongue dipped into Nanami’s ear.
A full body shiver ripped through Nanami, a cry slipping from his lips.
“Oh Nanami,” Geto panted, suddenly sounding far less composed as he licked the shell of his ear, “Is that where you’re sensitive?” Hot breath rushed over the delicate bones and nerves. “How sweet.”
He tried to deny it. To draw back. None of that worked and he found himself pathetically moaning as Geto attacked his ear.
The clamp around one of his nipples was suddenly pinched tighter.
Nanami squirmed away, needing a moment to breathe. He covered his burning ear but Geto merely switched to the other side, grinning like he had found his new favorite toy.
“Geto-san, please,” he rasped.
“Please what, Nanami?” he murmured, abandoning his ass in favor of squeezing both clamps.
Nanami’s entire body was trembling now and he wasn’t sure what he wanted either. Did he want Geto to fuck his ass? Did he want to come from grinding alone? Did he want his nipples played with more?
“Geto-san?”
They both looked up, turning to stare at the velvet curtain.
“Sorry to bother you while you’re entertaining,” the muffled voice went on, “but Gojo-san just arrived and is looking for you.”
“Fuck.”
Nanami blinked in surprise, gaze shifting back to find pure, thunderous annoyance suddenly morphing Geto’s face. It was strangely humanizing and Nanami found himself smiling fondly at the reaction.
Geto caught his eye, expression softening. Huffing a tired laugh, he gathered Nanami close again and coaxed him into a gentle kiss. The tip of his tongue dragged slow and sweet along his bottom lip, their mouths opening and molding together in a way far more intimate than Nanami usually kissed his flings.
“Call a taxi for my guest,” he called out to the employee.
“Of course!” Their receding footsteps were soon drowned out by music.
“Can you do something for me, Nanami?” Geto hummed between kisses. He was carefully redressing Nanami as he spoke, tucking him back into his stained underwear and giving his still hard cock a tender rub. “Keep the clamps until you see me again.”
“These are too expensive,” Nanami immediately retorted.
“I know you’ll take care of them,” he chuckled, “and I’d rather you train using my personal toys rather than hurting yourself with something unvetted.”
Nanami considered challenging his assumption that Nanami wanted anything else to do with a titty bar but instead kept his mouth shut.
“I know you’re a busy man,” Geto cooed, so easily belittling the matter of Nanami’s shitty job. Rather than being irritated, Nanami found that he rather agreed with the condescension. “But I think we could have even more fun next time if you make these,” he rubbed the tips of his swollen, clamped nipples, “a little sweeter to the touch.”
Nanami was nodding before he realized what he was doing.
“I thought you might agree,” Geto’s grin was back, looking far more knowing and confident than the pleasant little smile he had worn when they met. “Do you have any experience here?” He squeezed Nanami’s clothed ass.
“Yes,” he answered, the word more breathless than intended.
“Toys?”
Nanami nodded, feeling drunk when Geto gave him another kiss. A obvious reward for…he wasn’t sure.
“Since I let you borrow one of my favorite toys,” Geto nibbled at his bottom lip, “will you wear your favorite next time?”
Shit. Nanami wasn’t sure if he could get home without jacking off somewhere first. He nodded again. “I can.”
“Very good,” Geto smiled against his lips, buttoning up Nanami’s shirt over the clamps. “Call me when you’re home.” He slipped a glossy black card into his front pocket. “I want you to show me that you removed the clamps correctly.”
“Is there an incorrect way to do it?”
Geto fingered him through his shirt lightly. “Not technically…but I’d like to make sure you take care of the swelling.” He tilted his head. “Some lotion will help. I’d rather be the one to apply it,” his eyes flickered up, that dark and cruel edge flashing in them for a brief moment, “but I’d rather know you were out on the streets of Tokyo…chained.”
Nanami wasn’t sure, but he wondered if he had just come untouched by words alone.
With a very reluctant sigh, Geto nudged Nanami off but kept him close to his side as they both got to their feet.
“I’ll walk you out.”
Shamelessly, Nanami forgot about his coworker as he climbed into the taxi.
He still didn’t remember him as he jerked himself off in the entryway of his apartment.
And he remained ignorant of his coworker’s fate as he finally released the clamps in his bathroom and took a photo of his red, swollen nipples for Geto’s inspection.
It was only when he was drifting off in bed, chest well lotioned and brain fuzzy with pleasure, that he received a reply from Geto that reminded him of what mattered.
I knew you would do it perfectly. I also made sure your coworker was sent home safely. Good night, Nanami.