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Mine was seething. He was trying not to, but he couldn’t help it. Daigo was sitting here at his desk, a fond expression on his face as he spoke to Mine – the fondness was not directed at him, but more so of the subject of conversation.
“Kiryu-san has done quite a lot for not only the clan, but for me, as well,” he remarked, “he was there when I was at my lowest before I became the Chairman.”
Wasn’t he there when the Chairman was at his lowest? Mine thought. During his daily struggles in the Tojo Clan, who was it that was there for Daigo? It wasn’t Kiryu, who was impossibly far away in Okinawa. Kiryu, who had abandoned them to chase some dream. Wasn’t the clan (and Daigo) important to Kiryu at all? Mine was the one who was there to take care of the clan. Mine was the one taking care of Daigo.
So why didn’t Daigo sing his praises?
“Is that so.” Mine remarked with disinterest, casting his gaze to Daigo’s desk.
“One day, I hope you get to meet him.” His warm gaze settled on Mine and he felt sick from the bitter jealousy in the pit of his stomach. “You’ll understand then. I promised I would leave him out of Tojo Clan business, after all he’s been through, and I’ll respect it. Perhaps he’ll let us visit one of these days.”
“Yes, Chairman. Perhaps I will meet him one day.” Mine replied carefully, his mouth a straight line. He did not want to meet Kiryu, because he was sure if he did, he would want to punch him. Dragon of Dojima? Hah. Don’t make him laugh. He was not Daigo’s Dragon. Mine did not have an ounce of respect for a man that did not deserve Daigo’s firm admiration.
After having to listen to more of Kiryu’s praises, Mine decided it best to investigate more about him. It was best to know your enemy, right? Your competition. And then destroy them with any tools you had at your disposal.
His first stop would be to Kanda. As the Nishikiyama Family Captain, Mine had heard the name Kiryu a few times, all in distaste. There was an unspoken history here and Mine was going to find out. Surely its third patriarch would know more.
“Kiryu? What do ya wanna know about that fuckin’ bastard for?” Kanda said with a growl over the meal Mine was treating him to. It was the only way he could get an opportunity to speak with him, as other times Kanda persisted that he was too busy.
“Aniki,” Mine started respectfully, “why does the Nishikiyama Family despise him? No one informed me of the history so I did not ask.”
“Tch. Our original patriarch was kyoudai with him and betrayed him! Watched him die and didn’t do a damn thing! And killed the second patriarch too!” He slammed his fist on the table to punctuate each sentence. Kanda was always theatrical like that, Mine noted with disinterest. “If he ever comes into my sights, I’ll kill him!”
Somehow, Mine doubted that. Kanda was all bark and no bite. He acted the tough part but didn’t have anything to back it up without Mine’s continued support. But he took the information with a grain of salt, paying for their meal with a polite tuck of yen under his plate.
Another opportunity (delicately planned) arose at the Kazama Family office, talking clan business with its second patriarch, Kashiwagi. Mine exchanged financial advice and the older yakuza explained how clan territory worked and politics within the Tojo. He tried to keep his emotions in check, as Kashiwagi was another big figure in Daigo’s life – the Tojo Clan Captain, Daigo’s right-hand man. Shouldn’t that spot rightfully be Mine’s? He curbed such thoughts so that he could discreetly ask about Kiryu.
“So what about the yondaime?” Mine asked during a brief history of the Tojo Chairmen. “He seems to have left a significant impact on the clan, despite his brief reign.”
Kashiwagi regarded him for a moment before replying. “Kiryu-san gets pulled back into the drama now and then, because of his legend. I’m sure you heard about his feud with the Nishikiyama family a few years ago.”
He nodded succinctly. “Yes. Although I can’t say what is fact and what is fiction. Enlighten me?”
There was a pause and it was obvious the captain was trying to decide how much to tell Mine. “As you probably know, the first patriarch and Kiryu-san were kyoudai. Thick as thieves. But the murder of Sohei Dojima changed everything for them.”
“Sohei…? You mean Daigo’s father?” Mine blinked in surprise. He thought he knew everything about Daigo, but hadn’t known his father was murdered. Mine wasn’t surprised about the murder itself – it was the risk of being yakuza, after all. “I’m sure that was hard on them.”
The older patriarch sighed heavily. “Kiryu went to jail for ten years for a crime he never committed. We discovered later that Nishikiyama was the real culprit.”
Mine blinked. So for ten years, Daigo had thought the murderer of his father was Kiryu… So why now, a few years later, did he praise him, say good things about him? Was it just because Kiryu had made him the sixth Chairman? What made Daigo love that man so much? (And could he emulate it?)
The captain also went briefly into the events of the “10 Billion Yen Incident”, which resulted in the loss of the third chairman and how Kiryu became the fourth, and ultimately how he thrust the duties of the fifth chairman onto Terada. None of that had to do with Daigo, or much on Kiryu, so Mine let the old man drone on before thanking Kashiwagi for his time and leaving.
Returning to his office, Mine called in the men he had commanded to collect information while he had been gone. Most of their findings were things Mine had already discovered, though some he had not. Ryuji Goda, a previous enemy of Kiryu’s, had been an enemy of Daigo’s, as well. The story went that Ryuji set Daigo up, resulting in five years in jail. Ryuji and Kiryu had gone head to head, with Kiryu as the victor, placing Daigo at the head of the Tojo Clan.
“Perhaps… that is why…” Mine pondered to himself after his men had left. Kiryu had defeated Daigo’s enemy. Was that where the love, admiration, and respect come from? If someone had defeated his enemy, he would at the very least be thankful.
In a Tojo Clan meeting, Mine found himself the last one out again, mulling over the information he’d gained over the past few days as he sat. Someone cleared their throat and Mine’s head snapped to its source, heart stuttering as he was met with the full force of Daigo’s gaze. Why did he have to look at him like that, Mine lamented, with those eyes that cut him right down to his very core, his very soul? “Chairman,” he greeted, glancing to see that the room was empty save for them.
“Mine-san,” he began, standing to get some drinks from a cabinet at the back of the room, “is there something weighing on your mind?” His glance back at him was full of knowing, and Mine suspected he already knew what he’d been up to.
“I was just thinking about Kiryu-san.” His words were, as always, carefully selected, and well thought out. Mine watched as Daigo returned with two glasses of whiskey, taking the one offered to him. “I have learned several things about him.” And was wondering if you loved him for it, Mine added in his mind, heart heavy. The sip of whiskey on his tongue was a welcoming feeling, burning down his throat just like the jealousy he kept trying to swallow.
“Is that so? What would be troubling you about Kiryu-san?” There was a mix of confusion and concern in the tilt of his brow, in his voice, returning to his seat to nurse his drink.
It was like there was a floodgate in his heart and he felt it start to leak as he spoke. “Kiryu has been nothing but trouble for you and the clan.” Mine couldn’t help the emotion starting to coat his words. “He took the fall for killing your father, he gave this clan to an enemy…” Daigo drank his alcohol but never took his eyes off of Mine, sending a bit of a shiver through him. He couldn’t stop himself from finishing.
“He’s done nothing for this clan, or for you, that… that…” Daigo paused mid-drink as Mine shook slightly. He could only hear the rush of blood in his ears and the dull thumping of his heartbeat as he spoke. “That deserves your… love. Y-your admiration, that is.” He quickly added, hoping Daigo did not see through him.
Mine went quiet, thinking he overstepped his bounds. Daigo set his glass on the arm of his chair, watching him with that gaze of his that could see right through him, maybe even right down to his heart. Said heart stuttered in his chest, feeling exposed and raw.
“Mine… come here.” The tone of his voice and the dropping of the honorific has his heart rate spiking. Was this the end? Would Daigo cast him aside for daring to speak like this to him? He did not protest, however, knowing this, and stood to approach Daigo’s chair.
The chairman did not look up at him. “On your knees.” He commanded, his fingers tracing the edge of his glass. Mine swallowed dryly, doing as was asked of him, and this time Daigo watched.
“Daigo-san, I…” Mine hesitated when his chairman gently took his chin in hand, examining him with an indecipherable look. All words stilled on his tongue.
His head was then being gently pressed into Daigo’s knee, Mine feeling the heat rushing to his face as he was essentially resting it on Daigo’s lap. He remained still, unsure what was happening. When a hand started gently caressing through his hair, he couldn’t help but turn a little mushy. Perhaps this was a good sign…?
“I already knew you were investigating Kiryu-san, but I didn’t know why until now.” Mine found himself melting under his touch, the most he’d ever gotten from him outside of a handshake, and he would treasure the moment. “So this is what you thought my relationship to Kiryu was…”
A short chuckle spilled from Daigo’s lips. “I love Kiryu-san, it’s true.” Mine tensed, blood rushing once more in his ears, sudden anger towards Kiryu making him feel murderous. “But as a father figure, and nothing more. He was the man who raised me to become who I am today, not Sohei.”
“As a father figure…” Mine felt boneless. Of course! Of course, it was as a father figure. How silly could he be, to be jealous of a father-son relationship? The hand in his hair tightened and he winced.
“Yet… my own oath brother couldn’t trust me enough to ask me about it… the man I care so much about that I want him to meet Kiryu, who I see as my father.” His sad eyes held Mine captive. “Why did you go behind my back like this, Mine? I would have told you anything you wanted.”
“Forgive me, Daigo-san,” he pleaded, gazing up at him, “I was in the wrong. It won’t happen again.”
There’s silence. “You’re right that it won’t happen again,” Daigo stated, and Mine’s heart fluttered, thinking he was about to be forgiven. A tug on his hair told him otherwise. “Because I’m going to punish you.”
“Ah?” The startled noise Mine made allowed Daigo to push his thumb past his lips. He kept his mouth open, shocked as the chairman pressed onto his tongue. He could taste the whiskey on his fingers, instinctively suckling his thumb. Why did it taste so much better on his skin?
Daigo’s eyes were dark and Mine could feel his own pants tightening from arousal. The thumb was removed, tracing down his neck to catch at his tie. The flat part of a shoe was insistently rubbing against his crotch, and he felt his face explode into heat, sputtering as he realized where Daigo was headed with this. Mine’s heart soared that his feelings were being reciprocated, not caring that he was beginning to rut against Daigo’s shoe like a dog in his excitement.
The tie around his neck was now suddenly a leash, and he was more like a dog than before as Daigo pulled it to grab Mine’s attention. He froze. “Did I say you could do that?” Mine gasped as his airflow was slightly restricted, his eyes round as he gazed up at Daigo. At that moment, the tie was the ultimate metaphor for how tightly wrapped around his fingers Mine was.
“If you're gonna act up like this, I'll have to get drastic,” Daigo spoke as if this was just another subordinate he was talking to, though the undercurrent of lust was there and Mine tried not to squirm.
“Are you gonna be good for me, Mine?” He leaned in to brush his lips against the end of the tie, teasingly, his gaze heated as he loosened his grip and waited for an answer.
“Yes, Chairman,” Mine managed to sputter out once he regained some oxygen, “I apologize f-for behaving so poorly--”
He didn’t get to finish, as Daigo crushed their lips together, using the tie as a lever to bring Mine closer. The kiss wasn’t tender as Mine had often dreamt of in his spare time; it was better. It was all teeth and tongue, Daigo devouring his lips like a starved man, and he let him do as he pleased.
The whiskey from earlier was nothing compared to this hot burning down his throat, a fire roaring through him, his blood searing in his veins. Just as he regained enough brain matter to suck on the tongue that delved past his lips, Daigo pulled back. His breath was heavy, eyelashes framing his hypnotic eyes, the intensity of that expression shooting arousal straight through Mine like an arrow. Mine couldn’t help moaning - one of disappointment at the lack of those lips on him, or one of excitement for what came next? Yes.
Daigo pressed his mouth into Mine's neck, velvety tongue tasting his adam's apple like he was tempted to take a bite of the forbidden fruit. Mine swallowed dryly, making it bob, and he could hear a quiet chuckle, Daigo's breath tickling him and only making him shudder. The chairman could easily unravel him with just his mouth, that tongue, those teeth… All of these were used to taste Mine’s skin. He pulled away to examine Mine’s blissed-out face - the electricity that went through both of them upon meeting each others’ lustful gaze causing them to gasp.
The fact that he, Mine, was the one making Daigo like this - he glanced and yes, that was the outline of a hardening cock in the chairman’s trousers - this all made his head swim. It was a heady elixir of his ego and his obsession that has him chasing Daigo's lips with his own.
His jaw was grabbed roughly and put a stop to that. “What was that? Didn’t you just say you wouldn’t behave so poorly anymore? That you were going to be good for me?” Daigo leaned back in his chair, keeping Mine’s chin in his tight grip, forcing him into an awkward positioning where he had to use his hands to steady himself on the chair. “Do you enjoy being punished that much?”
Mine enjoyed anything that Daigo would care to grace him with, punishment or not. Even this uncomfortable position, his weight mostly on his knees, the top of Daigo’s dress shoe resting dangerously into his crotch, was heaven, unlike anything Mine had ever experienced before.
This was not what came out of his mouth, however.
“D… do all of your subordinates get punished like this?” He couldn’t help the edge of jealousy that was sent bitingly toward Daigo. The thought that others had been on their knees like this before the chairman… he tried not to bare his teeth in anger at the imagery.
The grip on his chin softened for a moment, as did Daigo’s eyes. “No,” he replied with a little chuckle, “you’re special, Mine.”
A rush of warmth flooded his face, and his mouth opened wide in shock. Daigo… wanted this with him… Did the chairman like hi– No, that was too hopeful, he couldn’t dare to dream that his feelings were reciprocated so easily.
He was snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing a belt being unbuckled and the sound of a zipper. His reaction was nearly Pavlovian in nature, salivating as he watched Daigo using one hand to release himself from his pants. Mine’s tie was draped over the chairman’s leg like an arrow toward his crotch, a line of sight that he happily followed with his eyes.
A hand fisted in Mine’s hair once more and it didn’t take his genius-level IQ to know what was going to happen next.
Daigo's cock was revealed and it was the most beautiful sight Mine’s ever seen. He was already hard, leaking fluid that Mine was quick to lick up with his tongue, delighting in the moan he withdrew from his chairman. Mine could say he’d had his fair share of men and women - indulging in sex was one of the ways he had tried and failed to make connections with people - so he knew, logically, that Daigo’s member was only slightly above average. That didn’t matter to him, though; it was the perfect size for Mine, especially as the chairman shoved his head down on it to the base.
Mine delightfully choked on his lover's cock, eyes rolling up to try to glimpse the other's face. The hand in his hair was firm, however, controlling his head and essentially using his throat like the cocksleeve he was more than happy to be. Wet, lewd noises burst forth from his mouth, muffled by the dick in his mouth spitting pre that he sloppily sucked up. Mine could only imagine what he looked like, drool oozing down his bottom lip and all over the member being forced past them.
“Uhn… Mine… your mouth feels so good…” Daigo groaned, utilizing his hold on Mine's head to the fullest extent. Mine gave a resounding gurgle of pleasure in response, glad that he was of some use to his chairman.
One hand was squeezing into Daigo’s thigh to support himself, and the other… His hand pressed to his soaking slacks, his dick leaking, hard, and hurting within their confines. Mine whimpered, being as careful as possible to open his pants without Daigo noticing. He wanted to be good - so good! But he was going crazy, ready to combust on the spot if he couldn’t get some friction on his aching cock.
The pace of the hand at the back of his head became a bit gentler, allowing Mine to concentrate on hollowing his cheeks and sucking. It, unfortunately, meant he had to be sneakier about unzipping and unbuckling his pants, but he managed by slurping and moaning louder.
The relief that went through him when his dick was met with the cool air of the meeting room had him close to tears. In fact, he was already crying. Choking on Daigo’s dick was such a euphoric experience for him he was sure to remember this day for years to come.
Finally about to get blessed friction, his fingers smoothed down the underside of his shaft lightly. A shudder wracked through him as he did, but he was careful to caress slowly…
Daigo pressed Mine’s head to the base of his cock and kept it there, and for a moment he thought Daigo was cumming. He stilled, breathing through his nose in anticipation. Confusion muddled through him as he felt the shifting of clothing above him. Daigo breathed deeply several times and it pleased Mine to know he was that close to completion.
However, he didn’t expect Daigo to suddenly pull his hair, take him off his cock, and push his face into the now empty leather chair. “D-Daigo-san…?”
“Give me your hands, Mine,” Daigo said from behind him. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you touching yourself. Do you get off on misbehaving? I thought you wanted to be good for me.”
The back of his neck felt hot as he half turned to view Daigo standing above him, his tie removed and dangling loosely from between his fingers. He couldn’t make any excuses, putting his hands reluctantly behind his back as the tie was tightened around his wrists. Mine and Daigo both knew if he wanted to, this wouldn’t be able to hold him back.
“I couldn’t help myself… Daigo-san… Pleasuring you is all I could ever want.” Mine felt hotter still as he confessed his feelings. He sat back on his heels, cock bobbing between his legs, neglected. “I’ve never felt so… animalistic… as I am here, with you, right now.”
“F-Flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere.” The stutter in Daigo’s speech made Mine’s heart leap and his cock twitch. God, if he could use his hands right this moment, he might tear the clothes off the chairman and fuck him into oblivion, just to hear him stutter more. It was an intimate weakness that Daigo was exposing to him, and him alone.
As it was, all Mine could do was eye Daigo with a pleading expression. Daigo was biting his lip, taking in the sight of his kyoudai at his feet, his heated gaze licking at Mine's body like a raging fire.
“Stand up,” Daigo demanded, and Mine readily complied, though he struggled. He ended up using his chest and shoulder to push off the chair, getting his feet under him.
He was spun to face the chairman once he stood. Daigo took Mine’s tie in his hand like a loose leash, examining it as his fingers slowly ran up its underside. The sensual imagery was not lost on Mine, a drop of sweat dripping down his brow as those fingers found the knot of his tie. He couldn’t meet Daigo’s eyes, his gaze focused on his chest. He was sure that it would be tightened again for his disobedience, readying himself for being choked once more.
Instead, the tie was loosened, and its owner made a quiet noise, glancing up to watch the thoughtful look on the other’s face. He was in awe at Daigo’s angelic countenance, lips aching to connect with his. Mine felt dizzy with lust, heart pounding, any thoughts flying out of his head as he leaned in closer, hoping for just a taste.
Oh, he did get a taste - of his own tie, as Daigo gagged him with it.
“Daigo-san!” was what he tried to say, but it came out as a series of noises instead. The tie was to the back of his lips, making it impossible to close his mouth completely or to speak clearly. Mine felt the heat in his face again, blush to the tips of his ears.
The chairman chuckled, caressing Mine’s face as he secured the gag. “Oh, Mine. You’re so cute. It’s so hard to stay mad at you when you misbehave since you do it so adorably.” He thumbed at his bottom lip, Mine unable to suppress a moan.
He took hold of his hips and pressed them together, their unclothed cocks meeting clumsily. Mine could cry in this painful bliss, letting Daigo devour his neck and jawline, no doubt leaving marks behind with how hard he sucked on the supple skin. The gag meant he had to constantly swallow his excess saliva too, and Daigo chased his adam's apple with his lips each time, like a delightful little game.
His slacks were pushed off of his hips, unceremoniously dropping to the floor, Daigo’s hands kneading roughly at his ass. The whining moan that came from Mine caused Daigo to smile against his skin, that low chuckle of his making Mine tingly all over.
“I love how needy you are for me… if only I’d known sooner…” He pulled back, smirking at the perplexed but aroused expression on Mine’s face. “Step out of your pants, Mine. Turn around and bend over.”
He practically stumbled over himself to obey these commands, shoes tangling in the clothing, eagerly bending over the chairman’s seat. Daigo silently ushered Mine’s knees into the chair, spreading them apart, his ass exposed for the whole room to see. He had to press his face to the top of the chair to keep from falling over, his whole body shaking at the position he was forced into.
There was the shuffle of clothing behind him, and he shuddered in anticipation as he heard Daigo step out of his pants, as well. Two fingers were abruptly shoved into his mouth and he automatically sucked them, his cock leaking onto the chair as his imagination ran wild with what would happen next.
“I would get those as wet as possible, Mine,” Daigo instructed, his fingers tracing the middle of his tongue. It was easier said than done with a tie gagging the back of his mouth but Mine knew the consequences, somewhere at the back of his lust-addled mind. He tried to imagine it was the weight of Daigo’s cock on his tongue instead and began sucking on them in earnest.
“You’re behaving now, I see. Looks like I’m getting through to you.” His low voice was breathy in Mine’s ear. His tone changed suddenly as he continued. “If it gets to be too much… tap me with your foot three times in a row. Okay?” As if to demonstrate, he puts Mine’s foot against his naked thigh, his gentle, warm tone turning Mine's mind to mush.
“Mmm!” Mine replied around Daigo’s fingers, heart pounding. He could melt right here, on the spot, into a puddle of sweat and cum. Despite it being a “punishment,” he was still going out of his way to give Mine an out from the situation. If it was possible to love Daigo more than he already did…
While his brain was short-circuiting over Daigo’s thoughtful gesture, those fingers were removed from his mouth and pressed to the tight rim of his hole. It sent a shock up his spine, and since he wasn’t expecting it, it helped the first finger to slide in. Daigo praised him as he was worked open, another finger entering alongside it. Mine no longer had the brainpower to do much but take it, leaning his face heavily into the chair, drool beginning to drip from his bottom lip from being gagged.
“You didn’t get them very wet for me, Mine.” He commented, and Mine felt the dribble of spit down his crack, feeling it push inside him. He could only moan in response, sounding like a whore to his own ears, and that anyone passing by the room could hear, but not giving a damn. Having Daigo spit on him was not something he knew he desired this much. He was already aching to be stuffed, giving a pleading whine. The fingers inside him stuttered and paused.
Then they were suddenly removed and replaced with the hot head of Daigo’s dick. Mine pressed back in his excitement, feeling it start to catch. There was a hiss from above him, and strong hands were gripping his hips to keep him from moving.
“A glutton for punishment… alright, I’ll give you what you want then.”
He nearly bit off his own tongue when Daigo pressed himself in at an overwhelming pace, his fingers digging into the palms of his hands, knuckles turning white. He endured the pain, his dick twitching and leaking all over the chair once more, biting into his gag as he forced himself to relax. When Daigo’s hips were flush to his ass, a moan passed through them both. Fire flooded through Mine’s veins as the chairman’s hands slid up under his shirt, massaging him as he did.
“Mine,” Daigo leaned down, his voice strained, saying his name like it was a prayer as he set a rhythm, “fuck… you’re s… so tight and, and warm…” His shuddering gasp into Mine’s ear had him drooling anew. He managed to catch a glimpse of a flushed face before a hand came into his vision and pushed his head into the seat, the leather squeaking as he did.
“You’re beautiful beneath me… you know that?” The double meaning was there and out in the open and all Mine could do was moan Daigo’s name, thrusting his hips back. He cursed in response, tensing. “Mine… you take my cock so well th… that… I’m gonna…”
Before he could finish the sentence, his hand was roughly grabbing Mine’s poor neglected cock, slathered with precum. If Mine wasn’t gagged he would have been screaming, the touch was enough to set him off, with the chairman still fucking him through it. He breathed heavily as he came harder than he’d ever had in his life, to the point he was in tears. A grunt and Daigo followed soon after, milked by Mine’s spasms, spilling himself inside.
They were like this for… well, Mine couldn’t tell. It could have been a few seconds, a few hours. Finally, Daigo peeled himself from Mine, quick to take off the restraints and discard them. He walked off, no pants on, and Mine didn’t have the strength to watch where he went. As soon as the ties were off from him, he melted bonelessly into the leather seat, sticky with sweat, saliva, and semen. His hole puckered when he felt a dribble of seed coming out of him, like a ghostly aftershock of orgasm.
Daigo returned with wet towels and gently went about cleaning off Mine and himself. When the chair was next, he picked up a flustered Mine bridal style and set him in the Captain’s chair. This allowed him to lazily peruse the half-naked chairman, flush to both of their faces. He still wondered if perhaps this was all a dream based on his sexual frustrations. If so, he willed himself not to wake just yet.
The aching of his jaw, his lips, and his wrists told him it was all too real.
Pants were being handed to him, and Mine glanced up to see the warm, kind eyes of Daigo, his lips turned up into the softest smile. He uttered a quick thank you as he accepted his wrinkled slacks and damp underwear, slipping them back on. If he struggled with it because his heart was still tripping over that smile, they pretended not to notice.
With both of them dressed, the silence that had fallen over them began to grow tense. Mine swallowed, his nerves abuzz and the disparaging thoughts settled in. Had he imagined the soft, caring looks? Was Mine looking at him through rose-colored lenses? Perhaps all of this was just Daigo getting out some sexual frustration, just as Mine did sometimes. He couldn’t be hopeful that something more would come of this.
“Come here,” Daigo commanded quietly, beckoning him over. Carrying out the order, he found himself tugged down and neatly arranged into the chairman’s lap. Just this soft affection made him redder than when he was getting fucked earlier.
Mine, too embarrassed to look at him directly, bowed his head. “Daigo-san…” This was far too intimate to be a punishment.
“You did well… I think I can forgive you.” Daigo said, a teasing note to his voice as his hand cupped Mine's cheek. His head was turned to face him. Mine could still smell the whiskey on his breath, feeling vulnerable under the gaze of those dark eyes. A hand brushed a stray hair out of Mine’s face. “I didn’t think you could get any cuter, and then you do.”
When his face turned a darker shade of red, Daigo laughed. A kiss was pressed to the corner of Mine’s lips. “I hope you learned your lesson here.” There was a hint of something in his tone, something that Mine could only guess at, unsure of the meaning.
Even with the whirlwind of emotions inside of Mine, he wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.