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Daigo has seen Mine take control numerous times, whether it’s in the meeting room or inside the boxing ring when they work out together, but it’s always such an intoxicating sight for him.
As the sixth chairman it’s mandatory for him, Daigo Dojima, to lead his men and people around him towards the best outcome they can have. However, at the end of the day he is just a human. Charm and logic won’t work well on others when he himself is exhausted to the bones. Sometimes he reminisces about his time of freedom, of his rebellious phase where he was as free as a puppet free of its strings. All he did was drink the day away and searched for a warm body to fall back into in the night. Alcohol kept him warm during the day and faceless strangers kept him warm during the night. With money and name, even back then, he could get whatever he wanted, be it the most expensive drink in the club or a pair of welcoming arms pretending to love him.
So it is a wonderful delight to have Mine in his life now.
With Mine he doesn’t need money and name to have those, instead he wants none of those from Daigo. Even a blind man can see how Mine’s dedication to the Tojo clan—no, his dedication to Daigo runs deeper than any of his worldly desires. Mine trusts him and so does Daigo to Mine. He is allowed to have his walls down, even with Mine’s awkward and fumbling reaction and all, to be naive and vulnerable with him. To be seen and to be heard. To love and to be loved.
“Daigo-san, are you feeling good?” Mine grinds his hips upward to finish his question. “Should I go harder?”
Ever the gentleman even with Daigo practically sitting on top of his hips, naked except for the white shirt that was haphazardly unbuttoned by the lust induced men. Daigo thrust his hips too as an answer, following Mine’s movement in tandem. His mouth feels like it’s full of cotton, unable to speak without embarrassing himself with the noises he’ll make. He hopes it’s enough to answer Mine’s questions.
He feels Mine’s hands take hold of his hips hard, hard enough to leave bruises and marks in the morning to come. Mine will apologize for hurting his chairman but he’ll have the same glint in his eyes like a cat who just secures his next meal.
Maybe it’s the pleasure or it’s the heat, but everything feels too much for him. He can only murmur Mine’s name into his skin. To hell his image and position as the sixth chairman, with Mine he can just be simply Daigo who is free, relaxed, and pleasurable.
“Keep going, Mine.” Daigo managed to let out albeit through gritted teeth. His movements start to get sloppy, can’t keep up with how hard Mine’s thrust his hips upwards. Every movement elicits wet noises that go straight to his cock, an indisputable proof of how horny they are by just humping into each other’s crotch. On top of that, the slick they emit just makes Mine work his hips faster and the way he’s thrusting right now gets tip occasionally stuck to Daigi’s entrance. Whether Mine is doing it on purpose or not he doesn’t know.
Daigo hugs Mine closer. This causes Mine to slow down for a bit and Daigo can’t take that. “Want you inside.” Daigo murmurs straight into Mine’s lips before kissing him. Just like what’s going on between their legs, their kiss is also sloppy, wet and noisy. It’s mostly Mine with his soft moan and whine. Daigo found out that of all the things they do together, Mine enjoys kissing him the most and this becomes an opportunity for Daigo to get those breathless and sexy noises out of him.
Mine pulls back slightly, just enough to talk. “Wait, sir—“
Daigo bites his top lip to stop him from talking. “Call my name when we’re in bed.”
“Daigo-san.”
Another bite. “Try again.” Mine shudders.
“Daigo.”
“Good job, Yoshitaka.” Daigo practically purrs into his neck and he can tell the other man enjoys his little show of dominance by how hazy his eyes get just from words alone. It didn’t last long though because Mine snaps back into reality immediately, aware of what jus happened, and pushes Daigo down reversing their position. Mine is on top of him now and he looks hungry more than ever.
His grips tighten on Daigo’s arms as he folds the chairman into two. He has a front row seat to Daigo’s wet cock and hole now. So wet and ready for the taking all thanks to Mine’s work. Mine’s rough and careless handling of Daigo is a tell-tale sign of him getting closer to the edge. Moreover, with how Daigo is positioned right now it seems like Mine won’t cum until he gets a taste of his inside. Daigo can’t wait for what the rest of the night offers him.