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There was no better place than Sotenbori in Nishitani’s eyes, an area overflowing with girls and clubs and booze and good food. It had everything that he could ever need in life, theoretically, he never would have to leave.
Then again, why would he want to?
Clubs never seemed to close and bars were open around the clock, a perfect around the clock party city. There were times when the partying never seemed to end, jumping from bar to club back to bar and then to the disco afterwards, his mind hazy with alcohol and his movements slowed. People moving out of his way on the sidewalk, knowing better than to upset an obviously drunk yakuza.
All of his men liked to party too, they knew a good time. He couldn't imagine being in a family that didn't go out and party every single night. Where was the fun in that? All work and no play? Absolutely not for him. He couldn't imagine living such a boring life, working a 9-5. But he was his own boss, and he made the rules.
Sagawa never went out, and he wouldn't be caught dead with one of his men. Sagawa would rather eat alone than eat with someone from his office. Nishitani had seen him eating alone at restaurants several times, clearly more than content.
But that was just another difference between them. Nishitani would rather be out with a massive crowd of people, that's where he felt more comfortable. Out on the dance floor surrounded by dozens of people with a similar mindset to him. Sagawa would much rather either stay home or hit up one of the cabaret clubs and attempt to poach hostesses back to one of his own clubs.
Nishitani lost track of how many times he had asked Sagawa if he could go to one of the clubs with him, only to get shot down every single time. I'm trying to be professional and do business, having you tag along would ruin everything.
He missed the door handle a few times, struggling to unlock the door to Sagawa's apartment. A stupid grin was apread across his face as he managed to push it open, stumbling inside, nearly tripping over his own feet. He managed to stay upright and not tumble to the ground, which he was grateful for.
He tossed his keys and wallet onto the kitchen table, watching the keys slide across the surface and off of the other side, hitting the ground loudly. It shouldn't have been as loud as it was, but in the silent apartment it sounded like a gunshot. He froze for a moment, waiting to see if Sagawa was going to come out and yell at him for being too loud. Every second felt like hours as he stood in the dark. After a few moments had passed, he deemed himself safe still.
Nishitani looked into the kitchen, wondering if he should make himself something to eat. When was the last time he ate? Well, when was the last time he ate real food? Something that wasn't a quick burger from a fast food joint, or a large greasy order of french fries from a seedy bar tucked away into an alley with a name that he couldn't recall. It wasn't that he hated regular restaurants, but it was so much faster to just get something at the bar or club he was already at. And greasy food always tasted ten times better when mixed with heavy alcohol.
His stomach growled, but he knew he would just eat in the morning.
Well, he would make Sagawa feed him in the morning.
He kicked off his shoes, not caring that they were just in the middle of the dining area. Sagawa would pick them up for him tomorrow. They both slowly grew used to it, Sagawa picking up after Nishitani and then chiding him for making a mess in his apartment; and Nishitani whining that Sagawa never wanted to spend time with him. After a while Sagawa stopped complaining and just figured it was best to just kick the shoes out of his way so neither of them would trip over it later. Nishitani never stopped bothering Sagawa about going out clubbing, asking him nearly every other night, just getting a sigh or an eye roll out of it.
The door to the bedroom was pushed open as he slipped in. He had no idea what time it was, but he knew it was probably the early hours of the morning. If the city wasn't so bright and full of artificial lights, he could probably sit and watch the sun rise in a little bit.
But he was exhausted, he had spent most of the night drinking and getting into street fights, his entire body felt tired and his feet ached. He wanted to keep partying and going all night, but he didn't think he could keep going. On the plus side, if he sleeps now, he can go out clubbing that night as a reward.
Nishitani sighed as he began to strip, letting his suit fall to the floor around him before crawling into bed, Sagawa not stirring as he did so. Sagawa was usually a light sleeper, but some nights he seemed to be unwakeable- which was good for Nishitani, who wasn't exactly the quietest at coming into the apartment late at night.
Nishitani slid under the blanket, automatically wrapping an arm over Sagawa's waist. He often forgot how much smaller Sagawa was than him. His waist was thin and his hips were narrow. Nishitani absolutely loved it, able to hold him so easily in his arms. He didn't dare say anything like that out loud though, he knew better than to tease Sagawa, even about meaningless things like that. Sagawa may be smaller, but he wasn't afraid of throwing punches when he felt like it. Nishitani was always down for a fight, but most of the time, Sagawa's temper was like a switch being flipped. And he knew better than to toy with him unless he was really looking for a full fight.
He was grateful that Sagawa was asleep, knowing that he would complain about the smell of sweat on his body and alcohol on his breath; as he always did when he would come home late at night from partying.
Sagawa smelled nice, immediately knowing that he had taken a shower before he went to bed. He always smelled so nice, even at the end of the day, Nishitani could just hold him all day long with no qualms.
Sagawa shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable against Nishitani.
"Fuck babe," Nishitani muttered as Sagawa's ass brushed against his cock. Nishitani held onto him a bit tighter, grinding his cock against Sagawa a few times out of habit. He couldn't help it, not when Sagawa's cute little ass was right in front of him.
He closed his eyes, feeling his cock swell with interest. Yeah, he could go for a round right now, easily. It would just make his night all that much better. Good booze. A great night on the town. And a nice fuck to end it.
"Tsu…" he whispered, Sagawa not answering, deep in sleep.
He knew he wouldn't mind, it wouldn't be the first time he's done this, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. And a simple thigh fuck would be quick. Getting Sagawa's lounge pants tugged down proved to be a bit more difficult than he would have liked, his fingers grazing across his bare hips. His skin was always so soft and smooth, he liked to imagine Sagawa lotioning himself up at night. The thought of that made his heart race.
His lips met the skin on the back of his neck, shoving his cock between Sagawa's gentle thighs.
"Oh fuck, yeah," he moaned gently, thrusting his hips gently. There was no need to rush it, not when he could take his time and savor it all. He could just live here all the time, tucked against Sagawa in bed, languidly pumping his hips against his ass. Sagawa's thighs were so soft and gentle, pillowing around his cock perfectly. Each thrust forward caused his cherry red cockhead to emerge from his foreskin.
Sagawa's back pressed against his chest as Nishitani moved closer, moaning gently as he picked up the pace. His spare hand crept underneath Sagawa's tee shirt, fingertips dancing across the skin there as he held onto his chest. He grazed across his nipples, not pulling or tweaking them, but just running his fingers over them. Sagawa had the cutest nipples he had ever seen, nice and puffy. He could spend hours playing with them, alternating between his fingertips and his mouth.
He couldn't deny that there was something extremely erotic of this, of doing something like this while Sagawa was sound asleep. He thrust his hips faster, spurred on by the thoughts. He moaned gently, precum coating Sagawa's thighs, allowing him to thrust faster.
He wished Sagawa would come out clubbing and partying with him one night, have Sagawa get his fill on good booze and cheap fast food before trying to fuck the other patriarch in the club bathroom or jerking him off in an alleyway at 3 in the morning.
Nishitani closed his eyes, lost in thought of fucking Sagawa against a cheap bathroom stall in some seedy club, knowing Sagawa would complain of the feeling of the sticky flooring beneath his dress shoes. Something hasty and in the moment, still fully dressed with just their pants pulled down enough. Who knows, maybe he would be the one getting fucked in a bathroom stall. He let out a soft moan at the mere thought of Sagawa degrading him about being an insatiable slut.
But he knew the odds of that happening were slim to none. Sagawa would probably go out to a nice bar with him, probably something snobby like STIJL, but he wouldn't dare step foot into a dimly lit dive bar that had no sign anywhere on it. It wasn't that Sagawa was snobby or uptight, but he did have standards.
But maybe one day he could convince him, offer him something in return that he wouldn't be as apt to turn down. It wasn't the end of the world if he wouldn't, he knew he could find someone else to split his ass open at 2 am in a bathroom easily.
He felt his orgasm approaching, his hand moving from Sagawa's chest to his waist, nails digging into the pale skin there, leaving small divots. He wished Sagawa was awake, knowing he would probably degrade him for getting off on thigh fucking of all things.
"Fuck, god," he cursed, eyebrows furrowing together, slamming into Sagawa's thighs.
God this is so hot, he thought as Sagawa shifted in his arms, rocking back and forth from his thrusts. He distantly wondered if he could actually fuck Sagawa while he was asleep. The thought caused his cock to twitch.
He knew if Sagawa could see him now he would be degrading him, how he was always hard up for a fuck, how he couldn't go one night without sticking his cock into something.
A thought of Sagawa doing this back to him filled his mind, cock twitching at the mental image of Sagawa snapping his hips against his thighs, Nishitani snoring gently.
He moaned as he came, coating Sagawa's thighs with globs of sticky cum. His breathing was ragged, taking a few moments to bask in the afterglow, placing a few gentle kisses to the back of Sagawa's neck once again as his breathing steadied out.
He grabbed his slacks from the floor, quickly cleaning Sagawa up the best that he could. Nishitani struggled with Sagawa's lounge pants for a few moments before grumbling and deciding it was best to just remove them- so that's what he did. He tossed them across the room to the floor, knowing that Sagawa wouldn't mind.
Nishitani generated more than enough heat for the both of them, always allowing Sagawa to curl up against him to keep warm during the cold winters, when the heat would kick off at two in the morning. Sometimes he debated turning it off on purpose, so Sagawa would press his face against his chest more.
A smile spread across his face as he placed one final kiss against the back of Sagawa's neck, getting comfortable in bed before finally passing out.