[Impulsive sex and dessert, huh? Turns out Iwai knows a pretty good place for that. It's one of those more modern love hotels that presents itself with innocuous class on the outside while keeping its specialties hidden within, and the cakes on their room service menu happen to be one of those specialties. The rooms aren't even too outlandish, which is definitely to Iwai's tastes.
He doesn't frequent love hotels for the adventure or novelty, after all. He's just got a son at home who doesn't need to know a single, solitary thing about his father's sex life.
Iwai holds the door for Yuri to enter when they reach their room, then steps inside himself and toes off his shoes. He's intrigued by the way that Yuri made such a bold advance only to brush off his first touch, so he decides to keep his distance at first and see how Yuri reacts; instead of reaching straight for him, he reaches for the complimentary bottle of sparkling wine.]
Wanna have a shower first? [His fingers peel idly at the foil cap but his attention is entirely on Yuri.] We can go in together, unless you're more of a solo showerer.
[ ah, the complementary wine - a perk of hooking up with guys who are old enough to drink. Yuri loves an outlandish and novel love hotel, but he does think the more subdued mood suits Iwai a lot more. there's even a modest touch of classiness to his choice, which is cute. Yuri decides he'll let himself be an appropriate amount of impressed.
Iwai continues to prove himself kinder and more considerate than he looks at every turn... but Yuri's also genuinely interested in how he looks, so it's nice to have those eyes so intent on him.
even if it is just to figure him out, he suspects... go on, try. ]
Mn, a shower with you sounds nice... so does a hot tub. Do they have one?
[ he didn't exactly come dressed for a run, so it takes Yuri a little longer to unstrap from platform shoes that are fashionable, but not practical. once he does, though, he's off to take a peek at the room's bathing facilities. ]
[Iwai pops the top off and pours a glass for each of them, then follows Yuri into the bathroom and hands one to him, still observing him with that searching gaze. Bathrooms really tend to be a highlight of these places and this one is no exception - along with the seated showers to rinse off whatever filth they might build up between rounds, there's also a deep jacuzzi tub lit from beneath the water to give the room an otherworldly glow with the lights off.]
Didn't realize how small you were 'til now. [Oh, did Yuri think Iwai was also checking out the cool tub? No, he's just gotten the full impact of being a little over half a foot taller than Yuri now that they're barefoot/in stocking feet, and it's obvious in his expression that he enjoys it. He sets down his wine glass on the sink counter and moves closer to rest his big, broad hands on Yuri's waist, grinning down at him.]
I bet I could pick you right up and toss you onto the bed if I wanted. You like being handled rough, Yuri-chan? Want some bruises on your pretty pale skin to remember me by?
[ the bath's just as nice as expected, and significantly cooler - the sparkling wine is acceptable - and then there's the man. now he's starting to sound like a properly horny ossan, and for Yuri it's a little like slipping into something more comfortable when he starts asking the real questions. a tiny grin forms behind his wineglass as Yuri takes his leisurely sip.
he's been damn aware of the difference in size between them for awhile now, obviously. now the older man can feel for himself that Yuri's just a wisp of a thing, his waist small and his legs long - not the worst build for a runner who spends half his sprint airborne.
regardless, once he's set his glass aside too, Yuri answers: ]
I would let you.
[ he places curious palms on Iwai's stomach, and hums when he feels hard muscle there. a body like that certainly doesn't disappoint his expectations... ]
You already know I'm not delicate, yeah? I just have a couple rules.
One, don't hit my face. Two, no choking. It always shows up really bad on me...
[Rules. Jesus Christ. Iwai really has been asleep at the wheel during his previous encounters with this kid - seems like he's dealing with somebody who has picking up potentially dangerous older men down to a science. He can't help but appreciate the forthright simplicity.
Licking his lips, Iwai watches Yuri feel out the ridges of his muscular abdomen with his eyebrows arched at a cocky angle.]
I'm not interested in beatin' you up or chokin' you out, so we shouldn't have any problems. I like it rough, not violent. [Iwai's hands slip smoothly from Yuri's waist down to his ass and he grabs on tight, pulling Yuri's body flush against his before giving one cheek a pointed squeeze.] Anything else you wanna share before we get in the bath, or do I get to find out the rest myself?
[His whole demeanor really has changed now that they're past the pleasantries; the resonant depth of his voice has lowered to a rumble, and there's a hint of a leer to everything he says. A properly horny ossan, just like Yuri thought - Iwai just's a part-time horny ossan, not a lifestyler.]
[ that was Yuri's little gasp at suddenly finding himself dragged high and flush against that hard body he was just admiring with his hands, now practically straddling one of Iwai's thighs, toned ass held tight in his palm. that makes his little heart skip an excited beat, and his voice shivers a little like a purr. ]
No, that's perfect.
[ he's looking forward to Iwai finding out the rest, actually... his eyes follow the flick of Iwai's tongue over his lips, and he wants to follow it up with a lick of his own. ]
[It's satisfying and endearing all at once to see Yuri caught off-guard for that quick second, and Iwai commits it to memory as a sight he's sure will prove to be rare no matter how often they do this.]
I like usin' my mouth in general. [The lollipop so often tucked into one of his cheeks isn't just his way of coping when he can't smoke for any stretch of time - Iwai's just an orally fixated guy all around.] And yeah, I know it ain't something a lot of people consider necessary for a hook-up, but I like kissing in particular.
[But instead of kissing Yuri right at that moment, Iwai plays the advance-retreat game again; he releases his grip on the younger man and takes a step back to start removing his clothes. Socks first, then hat, and then his shirt up and over his head, giving Yuri his first glimpse of the dense network of yakuza tattoos that cover his back right down to the ass cheeks and loop around his shoulders and biceps.]
[The club where Iwai plays with a pretty consummate Dad Band, filling in for their lead guitarist while he heals from a tendon strain, is completely different in atmosphere from Jazz Jin. It's more like the rock bars in Shinjuku, with everyone in fashionably tattered jeans and band t-shirts and the smell of stale cigarette smoke and beer thick in the air - probably not the sort of place where Akechi will feel comfortable, but at least he's got Iwai on stage as a distraction.
And it turns out that Iwai was unnecessarily modest about his abilities, because he can shred. The music's more modern than he tends to like, with lots of 90s funk metal and the odd dip into more straightforward alternative rock, but it's obvious from the lazy grin on his face that he's having the time of his life regardless.
A few minutes after the set ends, Iwai tracks Akechi down. He's not dressed all that differently from what he wears on an average day at the store - just a snug white t-shirt in place of the black turtleneck, a khaki green button-down with rolled up sleeves in place of his jacket, and no hat - but his aura's still infinitely cooler with a guitar bag hanging off one shoulder and a cigarette hanging from his lips instead of a lollipop stick.]
Akechi-kun. [True to his promise, he doesn't even bother sitting down, just gestures to the door. Onstage, another band is already setting up.] Wanna go somewhere we can hear ourselves think?
[The bar is easy enough to find, and Akechi makes sure to find a seat that's more to the side, hiding him from most of the crowd in case anyone might spot him, but gives him an easy view at the stage. And he makes sure he can also be seen from the stage in return.
Sure enough, he doesn't fit in, with his white button down shirt, even if it's a shirt sleeved one and black slacks, but this is as casual as he will get when he's out in public. The cold cigarette smoke isn't exactly pleasing to him, and he already yearns for a shower to get the smell out of his hair and clothes again, but the view and entertainment is certainly worth to pay that price.
Iwai does look indeed quite hot, standing there on the stage, literally rocking his guitar, and while it's not Akechi's usual taste of music, the visual more than makes up for it. He sips his drink while watching, timing it perfectly so that when the band's set ends, he is indeed free to go.
He gives his best and brightest smile, but someting about it promises a darker edge that wasn't quite there before.]
Munehisa-san. Of course, I was just waiting for you to finish. Is there a specific place you had in mind?
[he nods over his shoulder towards the stage]
You did sell yourself short there, that was quite the display of skill.
[It's probably wrong to think of Akechi as looking cute in his comparatively formal dress, so self-contained and singular in these ill-fitting surroundings, but that's the first word that comes to Iwai's mind. It stays there right up until Akechi gives him that smile, at which point it's swiftly replaced by his earlier impressions: pretty, and sexy.
His son Kaoru is away on a school trip until the end of the week. Serendipitous timing, but Iwai wasn't sure as the day approached whether he wanted to invite Akechi back there or not. Now, seeing him in person with that glint of interest in his eyes and that little edge to his smile, the decision makes itself.]
My place?
[He doesn't offer any more context than that. Akechi knows enough about him that he'll probably have several questions immediately spring to mind, but Iwai's curious to see if he'll ask them or maintain his discretion.]
Heh, thanks. I wasn't about to brag to anybody who's regularly watchin' live jazz, but I know my way around a guitar. Just takes strong, quick hands, like my work.
[Akechi already wondered if it would simply end up at either one of their places, or a hotel room, because he wouldn't invite anyone into his home, especially not for something like this. So he gladly takes the invitation, that smirk getting ever so slightly wider.]
Sounds good to me.
[Sure, he could ask about intentions, about potential family being around, or why not meet there immediately, or more, but he keeps those to himself. The intentions are pretty clear anyway, so why bother pretending? Especially not with Akechi's eyes sliding along Iwai's exposed arms and how the fabric of the tshirt stretches over his chest, without showing any shame or discretion. No one is paying them any attention once they left the bar and the streets are almost empty, so why hide that he enjoys the company?]
Strong and quick hands do sound promising, [Please, he couldn't ignore that one] but don't worry. I can still appreciate skill, even if the genre is another. I hope the way isn't too far though? Maybe you could show me a bit more once we're there. I'd love to see those hands work.
[ Ren was usually pretty good at playing it cool, keeping an even head, and staying focused, especially when he had other things to occupy his mind, but in the days leading up to his next shift at Untouchable, he kept finding his imagination wandering and his phone scrolling back through his messages with Iwai. He was nervous, but also excited. This was new, and had a lot of potential to be something exciting.
Finally came the fated Saturday. He did his best to hurry in the baths after school and was a little late as promised as a result. Despite the still-damp hair, he did his best to play it like any other shift, just in case Iwai had changed his mind, though it was difficult not to keep his hopes up, especially not with the distracted glances he'd catch himself making during downtime.
Ren was doing his best to stay on top of his tasks, to be as helpful as he could be. Whether it was to stay on his boss' good side or to prove he could indeed be a good listener and take instruction well... it was something of a toss-up. Really, all he could do was wait. And it was killing him inside. ]
[Going to the baths first was actually a canny move on Ren's part for multiple reasons, Iwai realizes much too late. His shiny and still slightly flushed skin (how hot do they keep these baths??), his damp hair coiled just a bit tighter than when it's fully dry, the fresh smell of whatever he used to wash up beforehand - it's all new and distracting, especially when Iwai's already hyper-aware of Ren's presence because of what's changed between them.
He should really be used to troubled and troublesome kids developing crushes on him by now. The thing is, Ren's unique blend of cocky yet easygoing charisma made him seem like a different case; Iwai never even considered that he might not only be interested, but also confident enough to make a real move. And he may be looking forward to it just as much as Ren, but he can't feel the anticipation in that same uncomplicated way.
The whole situation's just a little bit filthier for the guy who's got a son that's only two years younger than the kid he's eyeing up all shift.
About half an hour before the shop would usually close, Iwai finally gets up from his seat behind the counter to lock the front door and turn off the sign. There's a new heat in his eyes when his gaze finds Ren and he asks, his voice a touch rougher than usual:]
[ Even getting up the nerve to even work here in the first place made Ren change a lot of his priorities, made him take more chances and risks, and he can't lie that the change in himself has been for the better in many ways, and in part, he has Iwai to thank for that. It hadn't been his goal, exactly, but in an odd way he feels like it's about to pay off in full.
When he hears the sign click off and the lock on the door turn, there's the distinctive racing in his chest that his work as a Phantom Thief had gotten him addicted to. Setting his broom back in its usual place, Ren meets the older man with a casual smile that's brimming with confidence. ]
Not at all. Have you?
[ He knows that he hasn't. Not when he's been feeling his eyes on him all shift. Ren leans against the counter, praying that his excited heartbeat won't betray the cool exterior he's working so hard to project. ]
[One corner of Iwai's mouth twitches upward, and he rolls the lollipop in his mouth from one cheek to the other.]
That's what I like to hear.
[He considered the gun fantasy Ren told him about very carefully and almost brought his most realistic model in for this little lesson, but somehow he doesn't think that's enough to tame the boy in front of him. Ren would know the gun was fake, just a symbolic threat to ramp up his libido, and that would probably make him even cockier instead of keeping him in line.
So instead, when Iwai reaches into one of the long, deep pockets in his jacket, what he pulls out and snaps to full length with a flick of his wrist is a telescoping baton. This will actually pack a mean bite if it strikes bare skin and still hurt enough through clothing to make someone think twice about their words before speaking.]
Get on your knees and put your hands behind your back.
[ Ren was doing his best to read his boss' body language the best that he could, but his eyes kept falling to that sucker in his mouth. He could hear the hard candy rattling against his teeth as it switched from one side of his mouth to the other. How terribly uncool to be jealous of candy.
He had given many, many thoughts to how exactly things might proceed. Would Iwai take him up on his fantasy? Would it be as fun without a real gun? Considering Iwai's history, would he even still have a real one? What Ren hadn't expected was what he took out instead. The sudden appearance of its length and the sound of its parts snapping into place put a shot of excitement through him, making his eyes light up. With a quiet, 'yes, sir', he did as told, facing him with his back and dropping to his knees, wrists laid across his back. ]
[Excited but wary. Looks like Iwai struck the perfect balance. He grins down at Ren and steps closer to muss his hair, his expression almost fond.]
Goddamn. You're cute like this.
[Slowly enough to create some palpable anticipation, Iwai undoes his belt and then his fly, pulling his dick free from his underwear and giving it a few lazy strokes. Despite how casual he's acting about everything, it doesn't take many of those strokes to get him standing at full attention; he's obviously just as amped up beneath a layer of cool detachment.]
Here's how this is gonna work. You're gonna keep your hands behind your back while I fuck your mouth, but we're gonna make a deal first: you don't do anything stupid, I won't give you more than you can handle. If you need shit to stop right away, grab my leg and I'll pull out, but no touchin' otherwise.
[He taps Ren beneath the chin with the end of his baton.]
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He doesn't frequent love hotels for the adventure or novelty, after all. He's just got a son at home who doesn't need to know a single, solitary thing about his father's sex life.
Iwai holds the door for Yuri to enter when they reach their room, then steps inside himself and toes off his shoes. He's intrigued by the way that Yuri made such a bold advance only to brush off his first touch, so he decides to keep his distance at first and see how Yuri reacts; instead of reaching straight for him, he reaches for the complimentary bottle of sparkling wine.]
Wanna have a shower first? [His fingers peel idly at the foil cap but his attention is entirely on Yuri.] We can go in together, unless you're more of a solo showerer.
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[ ah, the complementary wine - a perk of hooking up with guys who are old enough to drink. Yuri loves an outlandish and novel love hotel, but he does think the more subdued mood suits Iwai a lot more. there's even a modest touch of classiness to his choice, which is cute. Yuri decides he'll let himself be an appropriate amount of impressed.
Iwai continues to prove himself kinder and more considerate than he looks at every turn... but Yuri's also genuinely interested in how he looks, so it's nice to have those eyes so intent on him.
even if it is just to figure him out, he suspects... go on, try. ]
Mn, a shower with you sounds nice... so does a hot tub. Do they have one?
[ he didn't exactly come dressed for a run, so it takes Yuri a little longer to unstrap from platform shoes that are fashionable, but not practical. once he does, though, he's off to take a peek at the room's bathing facilities. ]
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[Iwai pops the top off and pours a glass for each of them, then follows Yuri into the bathroom and hands one to him, still observing him with that searching gaze. Bathrooms really tend to be a highlight of these places and this one is no exception - along with the seated showers to rinse off whatever filth they might build up between rounds, there's also a deep jacuzzi tub lit from beneath the water to give the room an otherworldly glow with the lights off.]
Didn't realize how small you were 'til now. [Oh, did Yuri think Iwai was also checking out the cool tub? No, he's just gotten the full impact of being a little over half a foot taller than Yuri now that they're barefoot/in stocking feet, and it's obvious in his expression that he enjoys it. He sets down his wine glass on the sink counter and moves closer to rest his big, broad hands on Yuri's waist, grinning down at him.]
I bet I could pick you right up and toss you onto the bed if I wanted. You like being handled rough, Yuri-chan? Want some bruises on your pretty pale skin to remember me by?
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he's been damn aware of the difference in size between them for awhile now, obviously. now the older man can feel for himself that Yuri's just a wisp of a thing, his waist small and his legs long - not the worst build for a runner who spends half his sprint airborne.
regardless, once he's set his glass aside too, Yuri answers: ]
I would let you.
[ he places curious palms on Iwai's stomach, and hums when he feels hard muscle there. a body like that certainly doesn't disappoint his expectations... ]
You already know I'm not delicate, yeah? I just have a couple rules.
One, don't hit my face. Two, no choking. It always shows up really bad on me...
[ that pale skin, and all. ]
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Licking his lips, Iwai watches Yuri feel out the ridges of his muscular abdomen with his eyebrows arched at a cocky angle.]
I'm not interested in beatin' you up or chokin' you out, so we shouldn't have any problems. I like it rough, not violent. [Iwai's hands slip smoothly from Yuri's waist down to his ass and he grabs on tight, pulling Yuri's body flush against his before giving one cheek a pointed squeeze.] Anything else you wanna share before we get in the bath, or do I get to find out the rest myself?
[His whole demeanor really has changed now that they're past the pleasantries; the resonant depth of his voice has lowered to a rumble, and there's a hint of a leer to everything he says. A properly horny ossan, just like Yuri thought - Iwai just's a part-time horny ossan, not a lifestyler.]
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[ that was Yuri's little gasp at suddenly finding himself dragged high and flush against that hard body he was just admiring with his hands, now practically straddling one of Iwai's thighs, toned ass held tight in his palm. that makes his little heart skip an excited beat, and his voice shivers a little like a purr. ]
No, that's perfect.
[ he's looking forward to Iwai finding out the rest, actually... his eyes follow the flick of Iwai's tongue over his lips, and he wants to follow it up with a lick of his own. ]
You like kissing?
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I like usin' my mouth in general. [The lollipop so often tucked into one of his cheeks isn't just his way of coping when he can't smoke for any stretch of time - Iwai's just an orally fixated guy all around.] And yeah, I know it ain't something a lot of people consider necessary for a hook-up, but I like kissing in particular.
[But instead of kissing Yuri right at that moment, Iwai plays the advance-retreat game again; he releases his grip on the younger man and takes a step back to start removing his clothes. Socks first, then hat, and then his shirt up and over his head, giving Yuri his first glimpse of the dense network of yakuza tattoos that cover his back right down to the ass cheeks and loop around his shoulders and biceps.]
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And it turns out that Iwai was unnecessarily modest about his abilities, because he can shred. The music's more modern than he tends to like, with lots of 90s funk metal and the odd dip into more straightforward alternative rock, but it's obvious from the lazy grin on his face that he's having the time of his life regardless.
A few minutes after the set ends, Iwai tracks Akechi down. He's not dressed all that differently from what he wears on an average day at the store - just a snug white t-shirt in place of the black turtleneck, a khaki green button-down with rolled up sleeves in place of his jacket, and no hat - but his aura's still infinitely cooler with a guitar bag hanging off one shoulder and a cigarette hanging from his lips instead of a lollipop stick.]
Akechi-kun. [True to his promise, he doesn't even bother sitting down, just gestures to the door. Onstage, another band is already setting up.] Wanna go somewhere we can hear ourselves think?
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Sure enough, he doesn't fit in, with his white button down shirt, even if it's a shirt sleeved one and black slacks, but this is as casual as he will get when he's out in public. The cold cigarette smoke isn't exactly pleasing to him, and he already yearns for a shower to get the smell out of his hair and clothes again, but the view and entertainment is certainly worth to pay that price.
Iwai does look indeed quite hot, standing there on the stage, literally rocking his guitar, and while it's not Akechi's usual taste of music, the visual more than makes up for it.
He sips his drink while watching, timing it perfectly so that when the band's set ends, he is indeed free to go.
He gives his best and brightest smile, but someting about it promises a darker edge that wasn't quite there before.]
Munehisa-san. Of course, I was just waiting for you to finish. Is there a specific place you had in mind?
[he nods over his shoulder towards the stage]
You did sell yourself short there, that was quite the display of skill.
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His son Kaoru is away on a school trip until the end of the week. Serendipitous timing, but Iwai wasn't sure as the day approached whether he wanted to invite Akechi back there or not. Now, seeing him in person with that glint of interest in his eyes and that little edge to his smile, the decision makes itself.]
My place?
[He doesn't offer any more context than that. Akechi knows enough about him that he'll probably have several questions immediately spring to mind, but Iwai's curious to see if he'll ask them or maintain his discretion.]
Heh, thanks. I wasn't about to brag to anybody who's regularly watchin' live jazz, but I know my way around a guitar. Just takes strong, quick hands, like my work.
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Sounds good to me.
[Sure, he could ask about intentions, about potential family being around, or why not meet there immediately, or more, but he keeps those to himself.
The intentions are pretty clear anyway, so why bother pretending?
Especially not with Akechi's eyes sliding along Iwai's exposed arms and how the fabric of the tshirt stretches over his chest, without showing any shame or discretion. No one is paying them any attention once they left the bar and the streets are almost empty, so why hide that he enjoys the company?]
Strong and quick hands do sound promising, [Please, he couldn't ignore that one] but don't worry. I can still appreciate skill, even if the genre is another.
I hope the way isn't too far though? Maybe you could show me a bit more once we're there. I'd love to see those hands work.
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It's not because of you.
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For Shido?
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It has nothing to do with you or - what happened. I wanted you to know.
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He's involved with the Phantom Thieves isn't he
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[Which is a confirmation in itself.]
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i will be accepting feedback if this seems too far off iwai's canon take btw
ngl he pays more attention to akechi so sounds legit c:
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SATURDAY
[ Ren was usually pretty good at playing it cool, keeping an even head, and staying focused, especially when he had other things to occupy his mind, but in the days leading up to his next shift at Untouchable, he kept finding his imagination wandering and his phone scrolling back through his messages with Iwai. He was nervous, but also excited. This was new, and had a lot of potential to be something exciting.
Finally came the fated Saturday. He did his best to hurry in the baths after school and was a little late as promised as a result. Despite the still-damp hair, he did his best to play it like any other shift, just in case Iwai had changed his mind, though it was difficult not to keep his hopes up, especially not with the distracted glances he'd catch himself making during downtime.
Ren was doing his best to stay on top of his tasks, to be as helpful as he could be. Whether it was to stay on his boss' good side or to prove he could indeed be a good listener and take instruction well... it was something of a toss-up. Really, all he could do was wait. And it was killing him inside. ]
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He should really be used to troubled and troublesome kids developing crushes on him by now. The thing is, Ren's unique blend of cocky yet easygoing charisma made him seem like a different case; Iwai never even considered that he might not only be interested, but also confident enough to make a real move. And he may be looking forward to it just as much as Ren, but he can't feel the anticipation in that same uncomplicated way.
The whole situation's just a little bit filthier for the guy who's got a son that's only two years younger than the kid he's eyeing up all shift.
About half an hour before the shop would usually close, Iwai finally gets up from his seat behind the counter to lock the front door and turn off the sign. There's a new heat in his eyes when his gaze finds Ren and he asks, his voice a touch rougher than usual:]
Haven't changed your mind, have ya?
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When he hears the sign click off and the lock on the door turn, there's the distinctive racing in his chest that his work as a Phantom Thief had gotten him addicted to. Setting his broom back in its usual place, Ren meets the older man with a casual smile that's brimming with confidence. ]
Not at all. Have you?
[ He knows that he hasn't. Not when he's been feeling his eyes on him all shift. Ren leans against the counter, praying that his excited heartbeat won't betray the cool exterior he's working so hard to project. ]
I think I'm ready for my first lesson, Teach.
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That's what I like to hear.
[He considered the gun fantasy Ren told him about very carefully and almost brought his most realistic model in for this little lesson, but somehow he doesn't think that's enough to tame the boy in front of him. Ren would know the gun was fake, just a symbolic threat to ramp up his libido, and that would probably make him even cockier instead of keeping him in line.
So instead, when Iwai reaches into one of the long, deep pockets in his jacket, what he pulls out and snaps to full length with a flick of his wrist is a telescoping baton. This will actually pack a mean bite if it strikes bare skin and still hurt enough through clothing to make someone think twice about their words before speaking.]
Get on your knees and put your hands behind your back.
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He had given many, many thoughts to how exactly things might proceed. Would Iwai take him up on his fantasy? Would it be as fun without a real gun? Considering Iwai's history, would he even still have a real one? What Ren hadn't expected was what he took out instead. The sudden appearance of its length and the sound of its parts snapping into place put a shot of excitement through him, making his eyes light up. With a quiet, 'yes, sir', he did as told, facing him with his back and dropping to his knees, wrists laid across his back. ]
Is this good?
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Goddamn. You're cute like this.
[Slowly enough to create some palpable anticipation, Iwai undoes his belt and then his fly, pulling his dick free from his underwear and giving it a few lazy strokes. Despite how casual he's acting about everything, it doesn't take many of those strokes to get him standing at full attention; he's obviously just as amped up beneath a layer of cool detachment.]
Here's how this is gonna work. You're gonna keep your hands behind your back while I fuck your mouth, but we're gonna make a deal first: you don't do anything stupid, I won't give you more than you can handle. If you need shit to stop right away, grab my leg and I'll pull out, but no touchin' otherwise.
[He taps Ren beneath the chin with the end of his baton.]
Sound fair?
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