Pairing: Hanawa Kihei/Kiryu Kazuma
Rating: 18+
Tags: PWP | Joryu's agent latex bodysuit | Dry humping | Orgasm delay
Summary: The newly assigned agent seemed to always be one step ahead during the most irritating moments too, as he had correctly predicted Hanawa would try to scurry as far away as the storage closet would let him, so he firmly held the Daidoji manager against his body.
(Joryu and Hanawa hide inside a storage closet.)
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He had decided to ignore the sweat running down his agent's forehead, that had started to set on his quite distinct eyebrows, before having the (frankly) shitty idea of hiding here.
It was an uncomfortable tight fit inside, bodies pressing against each other, body temperature rising— and it certainly felt clammy, not only regarding the air they shared, but also his own sweaty palms trying to find somewhere to steady himself. Hanawa would rather die and ditch the mission than cling awkwardly to the other man inside the storage closet, their limbs already tangled enough as it was. He felt his teeth ache against the pressure his jaw was exerting on them, already irritated at his terrible luck.
“Hanawa.”
He felt ready to jump out of his skin, sweat making the back of his shirt cling to him as much as his unusually disheveled hair stuck to his forehead with how humid the closet was.
“Hey, Hanawa.”
His fogged-up glasses were currently a blessing in disguise, usually irked by not being able to see clearly, Hanawa Kihei was very happy about not being able to see shit right now. Sadly, his blood pressure skyrocketed at the feel of a warm, gloved, hand grabbing his shoulder.
“...They're gone.”
“Couldn't you say so a minute earlier? Daidoji agents can't afford to be this mediocre.”
At this, the man partially underneath him retorted quicker than what was normal for him these past months, “Now, if you'd let me do my part instead of suggesting hiding in here…”
The youngest of the duo couldn't figure out if the other man sounded annoyed or slightly amused, begrudgingly he'd rather it be the second, considering how the man sometimes looked disturbingly defeated in comparison to the figure he recalled from a lifetime ago.
Hanawa tsked back, placated but displeased at being called out. And, of course, angry at having troubled himself with anything related to the agent currently under his tutelage. He set a foot forward, or as much as he could inside the storage closet to get out of there before he regretted it further. Just as he was halfway up, muffled noise reached his ears from outside, stopping him midway. But before he could rearrange himself, the other man—Joryu, quickly pulled him back down with a little bit too much force.
This brute!
The manager could hardly see the other man through his fogged glasses, however, the agent could clearly see him as his own shades had broken during the mission. Just as he opened his mouth to complain, Joryu silenced him with a gloved hand. The newly assigned agent seemed to always be one step ahead during the most irritating moments too, as he had correctly predicted Hanawa would try to scurry as far away as the storage closet would let him, so he firmly held the Daidoji manager against his body.
A shiver ran down his already sticky back, the brute had lowered him with too much force and little finesse: a stifled moan might have left him, but his pride wouldn't let it be known, not even to the head priest back at the temple. Not even to Joryu, taut underneath him, had Hanawa not let an inconvenient second moan awkwardly echoing his first.
“........huh.”
Feeling hot all over, shame quickly flooded Hanawa at the straight-faced reaction from the other man. Not that he was expecting anything else, not at all, and not even in a self-deprecating way. Resentfully, the flat tone did nothing to placate his growing erection against Joryu's thigh. A firm, latex-clad thigh... he tried to swallow, yet his tongue felt the same as a piece of sandpaper, the humidity inside the closet not helping in the slightest.
Just as he started to justify himself in his mind, unable to voice out loud his very logical reasonings for his misstep due to their undercover status, he felt the other man move below him, closing whatever distance their bodies still had and leaning in to whisper rather alarmingly into his ear,
“Try not to blow our cover, Hanawa.” Joryu’s cocky tone scuffed his ear as much as his stubble, unfairly making his erection twitch against the thigh held between his legs, as one large hand now held him against said thigh by the waist, urging him to grind against it.
Damn him! He could barely make out Joryu's humored face as the man dragged his gloved hand from his mouth up to his nose, sliding his glasses up towards his sticky hair to let them sit there. Hanawa tried his best not to whimper, shivering as his hips moved smoothly against Joryu, the skin-tight bodysuit doing wonders to his arousal as he tried to focus on the now blurry but still imposing figure beneath him.
He did whimper, however, when the other agent started nuzzling his neck with his nose, Joryu's hot breath on his skin made him shiver just as much as his stubble had before. Gloved hands started caressing underneath his now unfastened shirt, up towards his upper back, the fabric shielding the other's hands from directly feeling how sweaty he was. Low, pleased sounds left the man from below. Shame burned his face unyieldingly, as he vividly pictured the large man underneath him desperately holding on to his back, gloved hands failing to get a firm grip, arms tightening around him—Hanawa's hips stuttered, his rhythm now broken as he loudly breathed through his nose to steady himself, mortified at the thought of coming too soon, fumbling whatever test the other man was putting him through.
He couldn't muffle the pathetic groans that continued to spill out of him, not when his slacks were pathetically wet with his own fluids, making the slide against Joryu's thigh too smooth— he needed more friction, Hanawa wailed in his mind, whimpering as he thrusted faster— now holding on to the other man's neck for leverage.
“...Imagining yourself riding me?” The agent breathed out, and Hanawa felt his stomach curl, eyes pricking as he roughly grabbed his cock through his pants, desperate not to cum yet—not yet; humiliated at the mere thought, even when his head was spinning and he could feel everything dripping out of him. At present, Hanawa had enough mind to feel like a disgusting animal in heat, absorbed by the other man's natural, almost accidental charm, voicing his thoughts as if they had no effect on whoever heard them. A bad habit the other man had, he had come to learn. It angered him as much as it excited him, how far-off the mark he was.
He uselessly muffled a moan against Joryu's neck, resigned to mouth at it desperately like a starving man, too self-conscious to leave a mark but not enough to stop drooling on him, even if his teeth ached for it, even if his eyes and cock weeped for it too. Hanawa fisted his erection, trying to hold in the spurts of precum and failing as he couldn't stop thrusting into his hand and against Joryu's warm body, the larger man cushioning him as he lost himself in the moment.
Hanawa's eyes watered as Joryu nuzzled him back, mouthing at his shaved jaw with his teeth barely grazing him, he could feel the man palming himself through his latex suit— the mental image soon becoming too much against the sensations, the slow thrusts driving him against the muscled thigh, his erection pressing and rubbing against the shiny material that hugged it— if only he had taken himself out of his pants, to see himself leaking white against the black latex, sulling an already pliant man; a chained dragon that would take any punishment in stride, would take pleasure while doing so and keep provoking it—
A series of pitiful cries left him, no, no, no— not yet! Please not yet! Hanawa shook his head, lost in the rhythm the man underneath had set, he angrily gripped his cock, no longer moving his hand against it. Red-faced, he trembled and gasped for air, feeling inadequate for having such demeaning thoughts, but couldn’t stop them from running through his mind as his erection throbbed painfully, aching for Joryu, uselessly pulsing against his hand.
He wanted to cry, if only out of shame at how worked up he was about fucking Joryu's thigh, as if he had never fucked someone before! As if he were a teenager having his first wet dream. It was ridiculous and disgracing, but he felt as if he really had never been this turned on before, he needed to cum inside— on Joryu now. He wanted him—moaning for him, opening up for him, begging—
“No? Then…”
He barely heard Joryu, his deep voice distressingly coaxing him into grinding harder against him instead of holding on to his pleasure, the deep groans turning into quickening breaths that mixed with Hanawa’s whimpers.
“...Inside me?” A choked-off whine left Kiryu at the end of his question, and it punched all the breath out of Hanawa in its sweetness, his train of thoughts braking at once.
He might have sobbed as he trembled, thick spurts of cum soiling his suit pants and his characteristically immaculate blue shirt, “Yes, yes, yes…” he moaned like a broken record as his hips buckled, lacking in restraint, with no finesse as he rode his orgasm against the man that captivated him long ago.
Hanawa felt humiliated by ejaculating too soon, unable to touch the other man like he had been aching to, ashamed of how he had actually pictured himself thrusting inside Kiryu until he could hear the other man moaning in that deep voice of his—up until the question and that mewl startled him, his now spent cock twitching pitifully at the memory.
“Ki—” He corrected himself,
“Joryu…” he groaned with wet eyes, frowning as he tried to look down at the other man, glasses askew. He could barely make out Joryu's flushed—very flushed face, but he could hear his labored breaths as he moved up the leg that Hanawa wasn't straddling to hook it behind his still shaking frame, reminiscent of the Daidoji trick he had taught him, the essence of bear trap, or something equally stupid-sounding.
“Hanawa… there's no one outside.”
He heard more than saw how entertained Joryu sounded, pleased even, despite still being hard.
Hanawa bristled, frustrated and spent in more ways than he’d like, as the other man came closer to belatedly take off his glasses: that maddening gleam in Joryu’s eyes was the last thing he got to see clearly before everything went out of focus.
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Author's note: I apologize as it might be kinda OOC considering i haven't written for rgg before despite being into it for years.... I like how pitful Hanawa tends to be regarding Kiryu but I also wanted to explore how his frustrations regarding his agent would translate into his fantasies...