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"Kiryu-san, please help! A hostess at club Shine hasn't gotten any customers asking for her at all. She says that she won't quit until she meets Kiryu-san. It'd honestly help me out if she quit, so could you please come by sometime?"
Kiryu took a moment to stare at the message. Nishida usually only contacted him whenever Majima wanted to pull his next stunt, so he couldn't help but wonder how this hostess was involved. This had to be one of Majima's tricks, but how? Disregarding his doubts, Kiryu started on his way to club Shine. He just couldn't help but feel sympathetic; a hostess not getting any customers at all? It did beg the question of why she chose to hang on until she met him specifically, but Kiryu had arrived at the entrance of the club before he could get to thinking about it.
Kiryu entered the club as usual, decently familiar with the entry process despite having been there no more than a couple times prior. Questions weighed heavily on Kiryu's mind as he waited on the plush red couch, wondering what kind of person this hostess would be, what she would look like, etc. Though he was incredibly suspicious of the whole situation from the start, Kiryu was starting to relax. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Soon he could hear the clicking sound of heels coming up the stairs, and he looked up to greet the mystery hostess.
"Hello, I'm Goromi~!"
Kiryu swore he felt his heart stop beating.
"M... Majima-san?!" was all Kiryu could force out, the surprise leaving him completely dumbstruck.
"Oh, c'mon, Kiryu-chan, ya gotta call me Goromi now!" Majima insisted in a slightly-startling high-pitched tone.
"Wait... But..." Kiryu struggled to organize his thoughts.
"What's yer problem? Ya wanna slug me, dontcha? Why don't we just take this outside right now?" Majima already seemed agitated.
"N-No, right now we're just a customer and a cabaret girl. We should enjoy our drinks," Kiryu said, not wanting the situation to escalate. Majima snickered, "Just what I'd expect from you, Kiryu-chan. I like it."
Kiryu couldn't bring himself to meet Majima's gaze, still struggling to make sense of the situation. Unfortunately for him, the only thing he knew for sure was that Majima... Didn't look so bad in this hostess getup. Sure, the signature eyepatch and goatee did stand out somewhat abruptly matched with the blonde wig and bright pink bow, but it somehow didn't really take away from the sight. The tattoos that were now almost fully on display had never looked so good against his pale skin, and the way the tight bodycon dress accentuated his slim figure...
"Kiryu-chan~ my eyes are up here," Majima teased, breaking Kiryu's trance.
"Oh, I wasn't-"
Majima again snickered loudly, "Nothing to be ashamed of. Now, let's see ya put your best moves on me, hmmm?" Kiryu swallowed hard, knowing that him getting embarrassed is exactly what Majima wants. He's probably just waiting for a good opportunity, for when he lowers his guard. Kiryu assured himself that wouldn't happen.
"Fine. I accept your challenge," Kiryu said with as much confidence as he could muster up. Majima seemed pleased, clearly enjoying himself. Drinks were ordered, and conversation ensued surprisingly easily. Kiryu expected there to be more to this than just the hostess getup, but his talk with Majima wasn't anything unusual. Majima was reminiscing about his past; something he didn't do often, at least verbally. Once Majima's passionate rant was over, a comfortable silence fell. Kiryu was enjoying this new atmosphere, as it'd become increasingly rare for him to be able to relax around Majima.
"C'mon, don't ya have any conversation starters? A man's gotta take charge at a time like this, ya know," Majima's soft and girly voice cut through the silence.
"Good point. Uh... What type of men do you like?" Kiryu asked, hoping he wasn't pushing his luck.
"Meee? I like burly men! A man's not a man at all if he ain't strong," Majima replied enthusiastically.
"I see. So you don't care about his looks, smarts, or if he's got money?"
"Nahh, I don't give a shit about any of that. All that matters in a relationship is if I'm havin' fun!"
Kiryu thought about that for a moment, "Wait, why does he have to be strong in order for you to have fun?" Majima's eye seemed to light up at the question, "Ain't it obvious? When a man an' a woman get together, if they ain't fighting, they ain't doing it right!"
So that's what this is about, Kiryu thought, "If it's a fight you want, I can fight you. I know I'm strong enough."
Majima giggled, "You can talk big, but I'm gonna have to make sure ya got what it takes to take me out on a date."
That was unexpected. He'd assumed Majima would jump at the chance to fight him right away, so if that wasn't the case, what could he be planning? Kiryu reminded himself not to let his guard down. He couldn't let Majima get the edge on him. The best course of action in this situation would be to outdo him somehow.
"So if I want to go on a date with you... I have to prove that I'm strong enough to satisfy you? Do I have that right, Goromi?" Kiryu asked.
"Mmhmm~ and the best way to prove yerself... Is to fight me," Majima replied, gaze set intensely on Kiryu. Kiryu sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, unable to decipher the look Majima was giving him. Kiryu managed to successfully change the topic despite the thick tension that hung in the air, bringing up Majima's prior mention of his job as a cabaret club manager. Things were back on a stable track, until Majima caught him off guard again.
"You got a special lady in yer life, Kiryu-chan?" Majima asked. Kiryu decided to avoid the question, "I was just in prison for ten years. Besides, I'm too busy for that sort of thing nowadays."
"But ya finally made it out. It wouldn't hurt to have a little fun, y'know," Majima said, his tone growing noticeably suggestive.
"Well, I came here to do that, but..." Kiryu realized that wasn't a very good response for someone trying to avoid the question.
"Well, lucky fer you, I know just the thing~ Since you're so lonely, I'm gonna give you a hand," Majima replied, putting more emphasis on his girly, salacious tone of voice. Kiryu wondered how he could take control of the situation and get the ball back in his court.
"Sounds good. You're an amazing woman, Goromi."
"H-Huh? W... Who are ya and what've you done with Kiryu-chan?!" Majima dropped the act, his eye wide and his voice back to normal. His idea seemed to be working.
"I can be myself around you, unlike with most women. Thanks to you, the drinks taste great tonight."
Majima stayed silent for a moment, "Aww... You're making my heart race..." he said, lowering his voice ever so slightly. Just when Kiryu thought he'd gained the upper hand, Majima laughed.
"But ya know, even if you try to sweet talk me, I ain't falling for ya that easy!" he said, his voice high pitched once again. Kiryu laughed off the unease.
"Oh, it's already time to go," Majima pointed out.
"Time flies, huh?" Kiryu replied.
"I had a real good time tonight. At this rate, I'd even go on an after hours date with ya~ Why don't we take this outside, hmm?"
Though Kiryu knew exactly what that meant, he didn't refuse. It didn't take longer than a few seconds for Majima to throw the first punch once they'd exited the club. Kiryu was in awe at his agility, he expected the hostess getup to hinder him at least a bit, but it seemed to produce the exact opposite effect. The two soon ended up in Nakamichi Alley, their battle at the climax of its heat. Kiryu studied Majima closely, waiting for him to pounce. And surely enough, he did. Kiryu narrowly dodged and took the opportunity to grab Majima by the throat, slamming him into the wall and holding him there. Immediately he struggled with all his might, but once he realized he wasn't going anywhere, he relaxed.
"Gee, Kiryu-chan... At least take me out fer dinner first," Majima joked. Kiryu could feel his heavy breathing against the hand on his throat, but didn't let his guard down enough for him to loosen his grip.
"Are you ready to give up yet?" Kiryu asked, replacing the hand on Majima's throat with his forearm. Kiryu could see Majima's lips move, but couldn't distinguish a word he said. Instinctively, Kiryu leaned in closer to hear him, realizing too late that he'd fallen right into his trap. But instead of a headbutt or other surprise attack, Majima's lips came crashing against his, the shock causing Kiryu's focus to falter immediately. In a moment Majima had pulled Kiryu's arm off of him, but instead of using the opportunity to turn the tables of their fight, he gripped Kiryu's suit jacket and pulled him closer, letting his eye fall shut. It took a moment for Kiryu to tentatively start kissing him back, closing his eyes as he did so. Kiryu could feel Majima's nails brush against his cheek as he slid a hand into his hair. Hesitantly, Kiryu settled his hands on Majima's shoulders and pulled back from the kiss.
"M-Majima-san, wh-"
"God, how obvious do I gotta make it, Kiryu-chan? Did all of what happened tonight go right over yer thick skull? I know y'been wantin a piece of me forever now, so why play dumb, huh?" Not a word of what Majima had said made sense to Kiryu. Had he really been so occupied and hypervigilant since getting out of jail that he didn't notice Majima coming onto him?
"Are y'sayin you don't wanna spend the night with me, Kiryu-chan?" Majima sounded let down, his hands retreating from Kiryu's hair and suit.
"No, that's not what I meant," Kiryu said all at once without thinking, unintentionally pushing Majima against the wall by his shoulders.
"Then what're ya waiting for? A handwritten invitation?"
Though confused, Kiryu didn't have to be told twice. He gracelessly closed the gap between them, the usual bustle of the city nearly drowned out by the sound of his racing heart. Majima returned the kiss with hunger, his hands finding their way into Kiryu's hair once again. Kiryu let his hands rest on Majima's hips as he slowly built up the confidence to take things further. Kiryu took Majima's bottom lip between his teeth, biting cautiously as he gripped two handfuls of Majima's ass. Majima moaned against his mouth, giving Kiryu the opportunity to slip his tongue past his lips. Majima's grip in Kiryu's hair tightened as he tried to pull him even closer, letting Kiryu take control of the kiss. Majima withdrew a hand from Kiryu's hair and placed it on top of one of Kiryu's hands. Threading their fingers together, Majima slid their joined hands into the skirt of his dress. Kiryu took the hint and palmed at the growing hardness in Majima's panties. Majima moaned slightly against Kiryu's lips, bringing both hands to rest on his shoulders. Majima abruptly shoved him back, breaking the kiss somewhat forcefully.
"So? Are ya gonna bring me to hotel, or do ya plan to just fuck me right here?" Majima asked, his voice hushed and rough.
"Uh... You... deserve to be taken to a hotel," Kiryu replied, not feeling daring enough to take things any further in public.
"Oh, do I?! Yer too kind, Kiryu-chan~ Though I wouldn't mind if ya decided to ravish me right here."
"We... Should probably get a cab," Kiryu said, preferring the judgement from a single taxi driver over whichever passerbys would be unfortunate enough to witness him dragging a horny Majima in drag to a love hotel.
"Nah, I got this," Majima said and pulled his phone out from who knows where, presumably texting someone. As soon as he'd finished, he put his phone away, "C'mon," he said, heading towards Pink Street. Once the two had reached the street's entrance, Majima climbed into an idle car, Kiryu following close behind. They were mobile as soon as he'd shut the door, and Kiryu couldn't help but look into the driver's mirror, unsurprised and almost relieved to see Nishida. Majima swung a leg over Kiryu's, sitting in his lap, "What's wrong, Kiryu-chan? Y'seem tense all of a sudden," Majima spoke.
"No, it's nothing," Kiryu replied, looking up to meet Majima's gaze.
"Just let me know if there's anythin' I can do fer ya," Majima slid a hand against Kiryu's jaw, curling up to rest against his cheek as he planted a kiss against his lips. Kiryu rested his hands on Majima's thighs, sliding his fingers into his skirt to grab at his plush ass while he fervently kissed him back.
"Kiryu-chan~" Majima moaned into Kiryu's mouth, ardently rolling his hips against him. Kiryu's dick jolted at the contact, his hands sliding up to Majima's hips as he ground his hips into his ass.
"Someone's eager," Majima teased, pulling back from the kiss.
"Oi, Nishida! Are we there yet?! What's takin' so damn long?!" Majima barked abruptly, startling Kiryu.
"Pulling up now, boss!" Nishida replied panickedly. By the time Majima had climbed out of Kiryu's lap, the car had come to a stop. Majima pushed open the door, grabbing hold of Kiryu's wrist and dragging him out of the car with him.
Kiryu avoided eye contact with the hotel staff as he booked and received the key to a room. The two got into an elevator, and by the time the doors had closed, Majima's hands were on him. Gripping his grey suit jacket, Majima pulled him in for another kiss. Kiryu slid his hands onto Majima's ass, easily lifting him off his feet without breaking the kiss. Majima wrapped his legs around Kiryu's waist, draping his arms over his shoulders as he pressed deeper against his lips. The elevator doors opened, and Kiryu semi-blindly searched for their room. Once he'd found it, Kiryu pressed Majima up against the door to the room, holding him up with one hand and unlocking the door with the other. Soon the door was open, and Kiryu was across the room in a couple of strides. He unceremoniously dropped Majima onto the bed, standing up straight to remove his suit jacket and undershirt. Once discarded, Kiryu took a moment to take in the sight of Majima sprawled out against the mattress, lipstick smeared, wig dishevelled, heels tossed carelessly onto the floor.
"You look beautiful," Kiryu said.
"Quit borin' me with that shit and fuck me already," Majima replied. Kiryu checked the nightstand for lube and condoms, tossing the bottle onto the bed and pushing the drawer shut. Kiryu climbed onto the bed, hovering just above Majima with his hands planted on either side of his head. Kiryu brought a finger to the zipper in the middle of Majima's bodycon dress, "Can I take this off?" Kiryu asked. Majima nodded, fingers slipping under blonde hair to remove the wig. Kiryu pulled down the zipper, tugging the dress off with the help of Majima. Soon enough, Majima was left in nothing but fishnet stockings and bright pink panties. It was an image Kiryu swore he would never forget.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer."
"Roll over."
Majima's eye widened, a smirk quickly replacing the look of surprise, "Oh?"
"I won't ask again," Kiryu said, staring Majima down. Majima licked his lips, thighs rubbing together impatiently as he rolled onto his stomach, arching his back and sticking his ass out proudly.
"How bout that picture now?" Majima teased. Kiryu pulled Majima's panties down to his mid-thighs, sliding his palms onto and groping the soft flesh of his tattooed ass. Dipping his thumbs between his cheeks, Kiryu spread Majima's asshole slightly, revelling in the subtle twitches against his fingers. Kiryu grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount into his palm and dousing his fingers in it. Kiryu set the bottle atop the nightstand, pressing the pad of his index finger against Majima's entrance. The first digit slid in with little resistance, the tight heat of Majima's insides enveloping Kiryu down to the knuckle. Kiryu drew his finger back, pushing forward with ease, "How is it?"
"More," Majima replied, "Don't you dare be gentle." Kiryu added another finger, digits pressed tightly together as Majima constricted around him. Kiryu pistoned his lube-slick fingers in a quick rhythm, gradually spreading his digits and scissoring Majima open. Kiryu added a third finger, deep strokes reducing to shallow jabs that dragged a string of pleased mewls out of Majima.
"Hurry it up," Majima said, "I want your dick so bad."
Quickening his pace, Kiryu reached for the fly of his pants with his free hand. As his fingers made contact with the zipper, he zoned out, the full weight of the realization that he was really about to have sex with Goro Majima suddenly hitting him. More shaky than before, Kiryu pulled down the zipper, unbuttoning and pulling down his pants. Taking in a deep breath, Kiryu pulled down his boxer briefs, his erect cock finally making contact with the cool air. Kiryu pulled out his fingers, grabbing the lube bottle and popping it open. Kiryu's heart raced, accidentally pouring more lube into his hand than was probably needed in his panic. Slathering the lube on his dick, Kiryu lined himself up with Majima's entrance, tip pressed against his hole. Breathing out slowly, Kiryu pushed past the ring of muscle, inching deeper until he was buried to the hilt. Majima groaned shamelessly, teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he pushed his ass back against Kiryu, "Fuck, that's it..."
Placing both hands on Majima's hips, Kiryu pulled back, rolling his hips into him at a steady pace, "How does it feel?"
"Like I got a damn pole in my ass," Majima replied weakly, "F-Faster... Please."
"Give me your hand," Kiryu said. Majima looked back at him, opening his mouth to reply but seemingly choosing against it, facing forwards and reaching back one of his hands. Kiryu took hold of his wrist, tugging his arm back before grabbing and doing the same to the other. Kiryu thrust upwards sharply, pulling Majima's arms further back as he sped up dramatically. Majima yelped out a cry of pleasure, "Fuck, that's what I'm talkin' about!"
Kiryu kept up the unrelenting pace, mattress squeaking loudly with the force of the two men's bodies. Kiryu leaned forward to sink his teeth into the side of Majima's neck, sucking until a deep purple blotch hid his teeth marks. Letting go of Majima's wrists, Kiryu wrapped an arm around his chest, gripping one of his thighs to lift his leg and pin it against his hip. Kiryu rested his forehead against Majima's shoulder, screwing his eyes shut as he put 110% of his focus into fucking Majima fast and hard. Kiryu wished he could see the expression that accompanied Majima's obscene moaning and cussing. Majima placed a hand on top of the one Kiryu had wrapped around him, squeezing tightly, "So good... Kiryu-chan... Feels so fucking good, Kiryu-chan..."
Majima's breath was coming out in ragged bursts and gasps, sentences reducing to blissful cries of Kiryu's name. Kiryu could feel him tightening around him, undoubtedly approaching his limit.
"Don't stop... Don't stop, Kiryu, I'm s-so fucking close," Majima panted, wrapping his free hand around his cock and hastily jerking himself off. Majima let out a high whine, clenching tightly around Kiryu and spilling hot cum across his stomach. Kiryu continued to fuck him through his orgasm, drinking in the sound of Majima's pleased cries as he soon came deep inside him without warning. Kiryu pulled out of Majima, releasing his grip on him and letting him fall limply to the mattress below. Kiryu collapsed next to him, heart racing as he tried to catch his breath.
"Looks like I got more than I bargained for," Majima huffed, tear stains and a dazed smile on his face.
"I could say the same," Kiryu replied. The room fell quiet for a moment, the sound of laboured breathing and the smell of sex permeating the air.
"Kiryu-chan?" Majima broke the silence.
"Yeah?"
"Do ya wanna do this again?"
Kiryu thought for a moment. "I could do without the cabaret club part, but yeah."
Silence filled the room again.
"Majima?"
"Huh?"
"Do you... Want to cuddle?"
Majima snickered, "Why not? C'mere, ya big softie."