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Ryuji leaned back in his chair, his legs spread wide, the fabric of his suit pants straining against his thick thighs. His not so insignificant bulge stood out, his cock making itself known against the black material. His hands were twined together, cradling the back of his head. The position highlighted the musculature of his bare, bent arms. He wore a crooked smile, his dark eyes fixed on the man kneeling on the floor before him. 

The kneeling man, Daigo Dojima, sixth chairman of the Tojo Clan, let out a muffled whimper, flexing his hips upwards, searching for friction, which wasn’t coming. While Ryuji wore only a pair of black suit pants and freshly shined, wingtip shoes, Daigo wore a skimpy maid outfit, with nothing beneath it. Accompanying the maid outfit was a bright red ball gag, which muffled any possible noises. 

Daigo flexed his arms, which were crossed behind his back and tied together at the wrist with a pink, silk ribbon. His shifting around caused the prostate massager in his ass to press against said prostate, sending a shiver up his spine. Ryuji smirked down at him, bringing his arms down to rest on the armrests of the chair of Daigo’s office. He rubbed his left hand against the bulge in his pants, providing himself some pleasure. With the other hand, he rummaged around in his pants’ pocket to pull out the remote for the prostate massager. 

“Yer gonna be a good boy, arentcha Daigo-chan?” Ryuji teased, his eyes locked on Daigo. 

With his mouth gagged, he couldn’t reply so Daigo simply whimpered, thrusting his hips upwards again. Ryuji chuckled, turning the massager on its lowest setting. The vibrations against his sensitive prostate made him whine even louder, his toes and hands flexing, as he tried to grind down against the massager. It continued uninterrupted, sending waves of pleasure up his spine, making his stomach clench. 

As he felt himself grow close to climax, Ryuji abruptly shut it off. He stood, making his way towards where Daigo was kneeling. He opened his belt and unbuttoned his pants, showing off his impressive cock, which was an angry red and surrounded by a thick collection of blonde hair. Coming to a stop in front of Daigo, Ryuji slapped his cock against each of Daigo’s cheeks, making sure to leave trails of pre-cum behind. 

“Why don’t we take tha’ gag out and give ya somethin’ else ta suck on, heh.”

Ryuji reached behind Daigo’s head, unlatching the ball gag. Removing the gag, a string of saliva connected the gag to his mouth as it was slowly pulled away. Ryuji dropped it on the floor before grabbing Daigo’s hair with one hand, the other guiding his cock into Daigo’s mouth. 

Ryuji groaned out a “Fuck!” at the feeling of the wet heat of Daigo’s mouth. Daigo hummed in response, beginning to bob his head along Ryuji’s length slowly, looking up at him through his eyelashes. Ryuji maintained his grip on Daigo’s hair, curling his toes as he felt pleasure build in the pit of his stomach. He felt his stomach clench as Daigo began to deep throat him, gagging around Ryuji’s cock. As he gagged, spit bubbled out of his mouth, while snot and tears ran down his face. Abruptly taking over, Ryuji began to thrust into Daigo’s mouth, down his throat, chasing his climax. At the same time, Ryuji palmed the remote from behind him on the chair, turning the vibrator almost to its highest setting. Jolting at the increased sensation, Daigo bucked his hips upwards, whining as he was shoved to the base of Ryuji’s cock. 

The unruly bush tickled Daigo’s nose, while he inhaled the musty scent that permeated from Ryuji. Daigo felt Ryuji’s balls slapping against his chin as he increased his thrusts, depriving Daigo of air. As he began to feel lightheaded, he swallowed, triggering Ryuji’s climax. With a shout, the other man released jets of cum down Daigo’s eager throat, holding him there until his cock ceased twitching. 

With a groan, Ryuji leaned back, removing his cock from Daigo’s throat. As Daigo coughed and inhaled much needed air, Ryuji watched with satisfaction as the ropes of saliva mixed with cum dangled from his cock, connecting him to Daigo. 

“Tha’s a good boy,” crooned Ryuji, absentmindedly petting Daigo’s sweaty locks as he turned off the prostate massager.

 Leaning forward, Ryuji hooked his hands underneath Daigo’s thighs, lifting and maneuvering him to sit on Ryuji’s lap as he resumed his seat on the office chair. After settling Daigo down on his lap, he soothed him, petting gently along his flank. Daigo let out a long, contented sigh, his eyes closed, and forehead resting against Ryuji’s massive shoulder. 

Ryuji jostled his shoulder, as he quipped, “Don’t fall asleep on me, kitten. We’re not down yet.”

Ryuji walked one his hands down Daigo’s side, enjoying the feeling of high-quality cotton against his fingers in juxtaposition to the silky feeling of his lover’s skin as his hand reached its destination: Daigo’s tight, wet asshole. Ryuji traced a finger delicately around the pink rim, grinning as it twitches with each touch. He moved on to the base of the prostate massager, which he held firmly. He began to pull it out, slowly, shivering at the squelching of Daigo’s ass as it held onto its prize. 

Daigo groaned, rubbing his cock against the underside of the maid skirt he wore, seeking friction. In response, Ryuji thrust the massager back in, aiming it directly at Daigo’s prostate, cruelly pushing hard against the internal nub. Daigo let out a high pitched gasp as lightning shot up his spine, momentarily whiting out his vision. Before Daigo came back himself, Ryuji had removed the massager entirely, replacing it with two of his thick fingers, which curled then scissored his insides for a moment. 

Ryuji’s movements ceased, before he removed his fingers as well. He stood then, holding Daigo’s entire weight with his two hands anchored on both of Daigo’s thighs. Daigo leaned forward against Ryuji’s chest, throwing his arms around the man’s neck. In reply, Ryuji smirked down at him. 

“Ready to finish this afternoon delight?”

“Ungh.”

“Heh.”

Ryuji moved them into the adjoining room of Daigo’s office, which held a full-sized western style mattress for the days the chairman worked late. Daigo was unceremoniously tossed onto said bed, leaving Ryuji to stand over him, a perpetual smirk on his face as he admired the view. Daigo arched his back and spread his legs, showing off his hungry hole. Growling, Ryuji prowled forward, grabbing handfuls of the maid uniform Daigo wore, before ripping it down the middle and tossing the now destroyed fabric to the side. 

“Hey!” Daigo barked indignantly. “That cost a lot of money, you know?”

Ryuji simply shrugged. “I’ll buy ya a new one then,” he replied, pulling Daigo to the end of the bed by his ankles. 

“Now, stop thinkin’. I’m gonna fuck yer brains out.”

After hooking Daigo’s feet over his shoulders, Ryuji brought his cock to Daigo’s hole. He pushed in and out slowly, patiently waiting as he felt Daigo’s lubed ass begin to accept his thick cock. As he felt the heat and tightness of Daigo’s ass, Ryuji began to increase the depth and speed of his thrusts. Once he finally bottomed out, groaning at the sound of his flesh meeting Daigo’s ass, his toes curled against the cold floor and his fingers dug into the meat of Daigo’s thighs. 

Ryuji had Daigo almost bent completely in half. He gripped Daigo’s thick thighs tightly, draping Daigo’s ankles over his shoulders, boxing in his ears. Ryuji began thrusting slowly, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The powerful thrusts sent jolts of pleasure up Daigo’s spine, sending starbursts of light across his vision. He felt his stomach tightening as his climax crept closer, pleasure twisting and writing within him. Muscles throughout his body began to tighten, as his ass clenched around the thick cock inside him. 

Ryuji grunted in appreciation, his eyes transfixed on Daigo’s tits, as they moved in time with each thrust of his thick cock balls deep into Daigo’s ass. His grunt was accompanied by the slap of skin against skin, as his heavy balls bounced against Daigo’s tight ass. 

“Harder! Ah- Ah-! Don’t stop! Ryuji,” Daigo babbled, turning incoherent with lust as Ryuji did as commanded, increasing the speed of his thrusts. 

Ryuji’s hands tightened his grip on Daigo’s thighs, his nails digging into the skin, sure to leave marks. Something to remember me by , Ryuji thought as he began to put everything he had in him into his thrusts. 

Daigo reached behind his head, twisting his hands in the sheets as the bed began to slam against the wall. Each thrust was punctuated by a harsh bang that became another note in the symphony of the world’s oldest song, as flesh met flesh, and sounds of pleasure echoed throughout the room. The symphony reached its crescendo with the harsh roar of a dragon and the guttural groan of the man he worshiped. 

Daigo arched his back as his climax ripped through him, sending his nerves into overdrive, as he panted his stomach and chest white with his own spend. In turn, Ryuji slammed home inside Daigo as he came for the second time, with just as much volume, as he filled Daigo to the brim with cum. Ryuji continued to lazily thrust into Daigo, as his balls emptied the last of his cum into him. Daigo whimpered, overstimulated, clenching around the twitching cock inside him that rubbed against his prostate with each thrust. 

Finished, Ryuji slumped forward, balancing his elbows on either side of Daigo’s head as he brought his forehead down to rest against Daigo’s. They breathed in unison, eyes locked together, as they came down as one. Daigo threaded his fingers through Ryuji’s hair, bringing their lips together, hungrily devouring him. The room was silent except for the wet sounds of kissing as the two lovers feasted on each other until they had to come up for air. 

“Thank you,” Daigo murmured. 

Ryuji grinned, his eyes dancing with mirth, “Anytime, kitten.”