Shinji cupped Teruo’s chin, trailing his thumb over the stubble. “Well, that’s because you’re a great detective.”
“That’s why you’re trying to woo me?” Teruo joked.
“Obviously.” Shinji winked and pressed his lips against Teruo’s, giving him a soft, tantalizing kiss, before breaking away. “We’re a bit overdressed, don’t you think?”
“Mhm, I agree.”
They worked on each other’s belts and shirt buttons fast. Teruo caught Shinji’s mouth into another deeper kiss, teeth pulling lightly at his lush lips. Shinji moaned and slid Teruo’s shirt down his arms and tossed it away, followed by the trousers. He drew back and stared, a hungry look in his eyes.
“So this is what you’ve been hiding under that suit.” Shinji’s gaze briefly darted to the scar left from the stab wound. He didn’t say anything and skimmed his fingers from Teruo’s neck, to his collarbone, then pec, twirling the thumb over his nipple.
Teruo’s cock throbbed in his boxers and he pulled at Shinji’s clothes. “Take ‘em off.”
Shinji grabbed his shirt then slacks and discarded them somewhere at the sofa’s foot in a rush. Teruo’s gaze roamed the sinewy lines of Shinji’s muscles as they shifted with his movement. His body was lean and tight, with smooth skin and a scar with ridged edges on his left side, from the ribs going diagonally toward his back.
Noticing Teruo’s eyes on him, Shinji flashed a mischievous smile and climbed in Teruo’s lap. He dug his fingers into Teruo’s hair, bringing him into a hungry and rough kiss, an entanglement of tongues, tasting like wine. Teruo’s hands ran down Shinji’s back, reaching his ass and squeezing hard.
Then he pushed Shinji down on the sofa, settling himself on top, their bodies pressed from chest to their cocks grinding through the underwear’s thin material. Teruo kissed his way down Shinji’s jaw, to the throbbing pulse of his throat, nipping at his skin, earning a few long groans and a frantic shifting of Shinji’s pelvis.
“Fuck.” Shinji moaned. “Your stubble feels amazing.”
Teruo smiled, planting a kiss on Shinji’s sternum. “And here I thought I should shave it.”
“Don’t you dare!”
Teruo chuckled, brushing his palms down Shinji’s torso, grazing the velvet skin. He stopped at Shinji’s boxer briefs and hooked his finger into the elastic, preparing to take them off.
Before he got to it, though, a sudden thud above surprised them. Dango had landed on the sofa and was watching with her yellow, round eyes.
“Hi, kitty,” Shinji said, poking her nose. “Enjoying the sexy show?”
“Forgot about the little devils.” Teruo sat up. “We can’t do this here, unless you’re into claw marks on your precious jewels.”
Shinji’s eyes widened. “They do that?”
“Haven’t tested it out, but I’m not about to start now. Bedroom? It’s way more comfortable anyways.”
“Grab the bag and lead the way.”
Teruo took the plastic bag containing the condoms and lube, then guided Shinji to the second floor and opened the bedroom door. He turned on the dim lights next to the bed—just enough to see each other—and closed the door behind him.
He threw the bag on the bed and grabbed Shinji’s hips, pulling them both flush against one another, Shinji’s back glued to his chest and Teruo’s erection rubbing against Shinji’s ass. His palms skimmed over the swell of Shinji’s pecs and the tight ridges of his abs, then slid his hand inside Shinji’s boxer briefs, wrapping his fist around Shinji’s hard cock. He stroked it slow, sliding his thumb over the slit and Shinji jerked, gasping.
The last bit of clothing between them made Teruo impatient and he quickly got rid of their boxer briefs. Shinji’s cock stood at attention, head swollen and a bead of pre-cum at the tip. Teruo’s mouth watered just thinking about shoving Shinji down his throat.
Shinji turned on the spot and held onto Teruo’s shoulders, pushing him down on the bed. He crawled on all fours toward Teruo, his gaze focused on Teruo’s dick throbbing with need.
Shinji gave him an impish smile and ducked his head, pressing his lips on the inside of Teruo’s thigh. He licked a trail up to Teruo’s hip, then slid his tongue slowly over Teruo’s cock and kissed the head, pre-cum gluing to his lips. He trailed his mouth up Teruo’s abs and stopped at his pec. He held the tip of Teruo’s nipple lightly between his teeth and swirled his tongue over it, hot against Teruo’s skin as his fingertips grazed over Teruo’s balls at the same time.
Teruo groaned, arousal zapping up his spine like lightning. Shinji lay down on him, the slide of their skin and painfully hard cocks magnetizing. Feeling Shinji’s naked body on top and inhaling Shinji’s sandalwood scent was intoxicating. Teruo’s head was spinning, his heart drumming fast.
Shinji pulled Teruo into another hungry kiss, slipping his tongue into Teruo’s mouth, and moaning into the kiss as he ground himself against Teruo’s dick. It turned Teruo from aroused to desperate.
As if feeling his need, Shinji whispered, “Fuck me.”
Teruo grabbed the bag and took out the lube and condom. Shinji dragged both of them into a sitting position, his mouth chasing Teruo’s again the moment he was settled into Teruo’s lap. As he opened the bottle, Teruo suffered a moment of clarity, second-guessing his decision to do this with his coworker. But they were past the point of no return already and no matter how much his obsessive brain told him it could have bad consequences, Teruo just couldn’t bring himself to stop it.
It felt incredible to be desired like this and Teruo’s chest hurt from dark memories of the past, of moments he’d been told he wasn’t good enough and never would be. Teruo closed his eyes willing those memories away. He was going to spend this night with an amazing man and enjoy it to the fullest.