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The pair were currently in a private room of a casino that Kiruma had rented out for just the two of them—one of the pleasures of being the "fake" boss of Kakerou; he was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and a shot glass on the table whilst Baku—his accomplice—sat next to him and continuing to drink shots of vodka specifically at a fast and scary rate.
"You're gonna die from alcohol poisoning one day," Kiruma smirked hazily. He was also pretty far gone from drinking glasses Baku had fed him—insisting that he should have (Kiruma grabbed the shot glasses each time after Baku teased him for having a poor tolerance).
"At least I won't die a diehard loser like someone," Baku drank his final shot and slammed it down on the coffee table in front of them.
"Is this your first time getting drunk?" Baku leaned closer into Kiruma's bubble; his hazy breathe tickling the other's ear—apart from the fact that it stank of alcohol.
"This isn't my first."
Kiruma gazed over at Baku, who was continuing to move dangerously close to the latter and placing a finger on the folded knee. The other man's shirt was open by about three buttons, revealing his semi toned chest that was glistening from sweat and exposure; Baku had a lazy expression of his face as his bangs were hanging over his eyes and forehead shiny from sweat. Kiruma glanced down at Baku's shirt with half an eye; he saw a bead of moisture roll down his breast and fall on to the other's nipple.
The other swallowed hard and poured himself another shot.
"Hal—I'm so bored, are you?—" Baku leaned his arm around Kiruma's shoulders.
"Then drink."
"But drinking is boring without more stimulation—" Baku pressed his cheek into the other's cheek. Kiruma would have found it cute if the room they were in wasn't as hot as Yakou's coffee and Kiruma wasn't about to faint from the heat.
"Do you want me to call a working girl for you?"
Baku looked at Kiruma eyes wide and fell over laughing; his chest heaving with each breath, "Hal, your such a pervert—!"
Kiruma wasn't joking though.
"Don't be silly—I don't want that stimulation. I want something like gambling—" Baku wiped a bead of saliva from his mouth.
But I don't know what to play, Hal—" Baku whined in the other's ear.
"Play blackjack."
"Boring—"
"Roulette?"
"Even more boring—"
"Baccarat?"
"Too many card packs—"
"Strip poker?"
"You just want to see me naked."
"I don't know what you want to play then, Baku." Kiruma sighed and took another shot.
"I wanna—" Baku's voice drifted off as Kiruma saw him looking at something in the corner of the room. It can't be anything good.
The other drunkily walked over to a drawer in the far corner of the private room; he slammed open the drawer and produced something triumphantly—with a gleeful smirk on his face. Kiruma couldn't see the thing he pulled out but knew it couldn't be any good—if it was Baku.
"Hal—look what I got—" Baku wiped his lewd smirk on his face, dangling a pack of cards in Kiruma's face.
It wasn't a normal pack of cards—Kiruma could see—but a custom made pack of cards with the branding "Shot or Bot" written in purple letters and a devil underneath it—provocative branding. Baku had pulled out a drinking game—of course he did. He looked almost happy to even play it.
"Hal—will you play?" Baku shot him a look underneath his white eyelashes. How could Kiruma say no to that face?
"I'll play."
"Good!" Baku tipped out the cards and began to shuffle them elegantly. He was good at it—of course he was—and Kiruma wondered how else those hands could be put to good use.
"How about another bet on the side, Hal?"
"Like what?"
"Like—the first one to come loses—" Baku smirked slyly, "The person who wins has one wish that the other must comply by—"
Kiruma hid his smirk under his hand, poised at his face—the former was talking like he was going to win (if he was playing against anyone that wasn't Kiruma, he probably would have); Baku was playing a dangerous game and Kiruma couldn't let him win. This was going to be worth it—and fun.
"Deal."
Kiruma produced a coin from his shirt pocket and flicked it up into the air to designate who would go first; Baku had picked tails whilst he has chosen head. The coin landed on his palm and Kiruma flipped it over to reveal the head part of the coin. Baku had lost to luck again—nothing new.
Kiruma reached over for a card and read it whilst chewing his lip. It said:
Take off a piece of clothing of the other person or take a shot.
Kiruma glanced over at Baku, who was sat at the other end of the sofa, with his legs taking over the whole seat and dirty shoes annoying Kiruma; he looked at the other man's half open shirt that he wanted to rip open then he looked back at the card.
On reflex, he grabbed Baku by the collar and was met face to face with the other's face—who was in a state of shock yet excitement.
"Take off your own blazer."
Baku eyes widened, "Hal—it said you have to do it for me—"
"Take it off, Baku." Kiruma snarled the other's name on his tongue as the latter obliged with a coy smile on his face.
Baku took off his white blazer and tossed it aside haphazardly; he returned to relaxing smoothly on the end of the sofa and gave Kiruma a sly grin like he was going to let Kiruma boss him around from the start—like he had planned it.
The blazer didn't hide much anyway; Kiruma looked the other up and down through his eyelashes; Baku's chest was open and sweating whilst he rolled his sleeves up past his elbows—the veins popping from excitement like he injected himself with heroin. Leaning towards the coffee table, Baku picked up his own card and read from it with a lazy smile.
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"Baku, can't you stay still?" Kiruma rolled his eyes, with a lingering of annoyance and adoration for the other man, who was currently sat on his lap and bobbing up and down like a buoy in the sea.
"Hal—just get it done and over with—" Baku stuttered over his words. He was sat on latter's lap with his shirt popped open and chest on full display to the other.
The card he had chosen was:
Let the other person play with your nipples for 5 minutes.
So here Baku was sitting on Kiruma's lap and straddling the latter; Kiruma's hands were poised cleverly on Baku's waist and holding him up for support whilst Baku's legs were around the other man's back—after Kiruma had instructed him to take off his shoes.
Kiruma snuck a finger along Baku's back, tracing the bone and muscle in his plush skin as he leaned forward to suck on a pink nipple. He felt Baku arch dangerously into his touch and continued playing with the sore skin; he licked over the flesh and sucked whilst continuing to trace the other's back.
He felt Baku try and lean into his touch as he could feel an ever-so-growing bulge form in the other's pants; it grinded softly on Kiruma's thigh as the latter continued teasing the bud.
"Are you seriously getting off on your nipples being played with?" Kiruma smirked against the other's chest. He reached a hand up to twist the other nipple as the free hand steadied Baku's back.
Baku bobbled up and down like a fish out of water, "Shut up Hal—your being a tease." A moan escaped the other's mouth, which was replaced with a slap of Baku's hand over his mouth.
"Your allowed to talk, Baku. I won't stop you."
Kiruma tugged on both nipples; he felt the spot where Baku was grinding on him grow wetter and wetter as his own bulge was starting to grow—after listening to the other man's moans in his ear. Baku was as delightful as the alcohol he had just shoved down his throat; intoxicating yet moreish.
"Your nipples are so red—do you do this often?"
"What do you mean often?—Hal—Ah," Baku flung his arms around the other, pulling them in close together. His crotch was now level with Kiruma's stomach as the former continued to find friction.
Kiruma winced as Baku dug his nails into his back. In this position, he could hear the babble that was escaping the other's mouth: little spouts of moans and whimpers whilst Baku repeatedly muttered the other's name. A pulse ran down Kiruma's spine into his crotch that he couldn't control.
He had to endure the continuous friction from Baku's own contact.
"Like touch yourself here?"
"No—I don't play with my own nipples—what type of question is that?" Baku almost scoffed in this words but they came out weaker as he was growing more hazy.
"Am I your first?"
"You 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 my first,"
Kiruma smiled against Baku's skin; they were both each other's firsts all those years ago and Kiruma had never took a fancy to anyone else like he did to Baku. He had heard the other only got off on watching crappy, rented porn tapes—according to his sources.
He went back to playing with the buds in front of him; he sank his teeth down on one and pinched the other; he watched Baku muffle a scream by biting his lip, releasing buds of blood—which he lapped at with his free tongue.
Kiruma flicked them teasingly as he watched the man on his lap vibrate with stimulation; then he slumped against the latter's shoulders and breathed in and out in Kiruma's ear slowly.
"Did you—"
Kiruma grimanced as Baku kept shaking around his crotch, causing more contact.
"No—do you wanna see? I didn't come—yet," Baku huffed away from Kiruma's shoulders and leaned back on his hands. With one finger, he pointed towards his bulge through his suit pants—with a triumphant smirk like he had won something.
Kiruma raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Was it a dry one?"
"Even if it was, you have no proof!" Baku smiled as his eyes rolled back for a second—like he was still reliving the orgasm.
"I still haven't lost yet so pick up a card—Hey—!"
Kiruma flicked the other man's crotch, sending a pulse down his back.
"How close?"
"I'm fine. Just continue," Baku slid off the other's lap and went to take another shot whilst adjusting his suit pants. At the same time, Kiruma grabbed another card and smiled as he read it.
As Baku finished his shot, Kiruma watched his counterance fade from shock to horror to mischief again.
~
"One...two—"
"Count properly, Baku."
Baku choked on his own spit and started again; he was sat in between Kiruma's legs with a mouthful of the other's cock, spluttering as he continued to count; the long shaft took up the small interior of his throat as his tongue laid below it. He tried to tease and suck around it to provoke Kiruma yet he was handling something too over his head.
On the other hand, Kiruma was sat relaxed on the sofa with his fly down and pants shimmyed half way down his crotch; he recalled a few seconds ago when Baku had knelt down and pulled out his cock—almost smacking himself with it in the process—that he almost came. But he held it in so Baku couldn't possibly win the gamble.
"Baku, why are you so—good at this...?" Kiruma shuddered, pressing a thumb on the other's forehead—wiping sweat.
"Forgot you can't answer right now with your mouth full with my cock—" he laughed as Baku shot him a glare.
"Did you—sleep your way to the top, Baku?—offer you virginity as a bet—"
"Or did you manage to keep Kyara—as your executive referee with that tongue of yours—Argh—" Kiruma bolted as he felt a pair of teeth clamp down on him. He saw Baku flicker his gaze mischievously at him—damn devil. He had the urge to grab Baku's crown and fuck his throat until he came but his need to get one over Baku was greater.
It was hard to control his release as Baku's mouth was the perfect fit for his cock. Kiruma was big—bigger then Baku, which annoyed the other from when they were younger and compared cock size like all teenagers do—and somehow bigger when it was down Baku's throat. It was too big that it was swelling tears in the other's eyes and his nose began to bleed.
"Fifteen...sixteen...seventeen—"
Baku just had to endure 30 seconds of this as said by the card Kiruma had read out with an almost too happy smile on his face—like he wasn't about to lose from getting head from Baku.
Trying hard to breath, Baku swept his tongue around the tip and sucked; Kiruma gasped above him. He reached to thondle the other man's balls with one hand and placed one hand tugging on Kiruma's cock. Surely with more stimulation, Kiruma would come ready and Baku would be finished.
But no. Kiruma grabbed Baku's hair and thrusted his cock in further until it hit the back of his throat; Baku almost hissed at him with his cock in his mouth and glared up at him through his eyelashes to see Kiruma smirking down at him; the man was faking indifference as Baku could see the hint of a man on the edge.
Baku deep throated him until Kiruma's voice hitched in his throat; feeling the other's orgasm soon, he snuck a hand down to his own crotch—swirling a finger over the delicate fabric. He was one more stimulus away from coming but he held it in until Kiruma came.
It seemed Kiruma noticed as a leather foot knocked Baku's hand away; it came into contact with his crotch and he tried to force himself to not come on the spot. He moaned on the other man's cock as his eyes flicked to the back of his head; to his dismay, Kiruma continued to palm his crotch with his shoe.
Baku tries to rub himself but a hand through his hair stopped him.
He breathed out the last few seconds, "Twenty-nine...thirty..."
Baku collapsed on to the floor with a huff and continued to stare up at the ceiling; his crotch and throat bobbing up and down with stimulation and on the border of release.
Above him, Kiruma placed his cock away and folded his legs—probably to avoid his hard on that was straining his suit pants. He took a shot glass and drank a few more.
"Do you need a minute? Or are you ready to surrender?"
"I'm fine. Continue playing," Baku stood up with the help of the coffee table and flexed his jaw—after it was abused. He slammed down more shots and remembered that it was his turn to pick up a card.
With a groan, he read from it again out loud. Why was this game always against him? Was this really the gamble that he'd actually lose for once? In a drinking game with his not-so-situation situationship?
He slicked back his white hair with a free hand and sighed as he was once again pulled onto Kiruma's lap.
~
Let the other person put their hand down your pants for 2 minutes.
That was the card Baku had miraculously pulled out. It really felt like luck wanted to see him lose—or worse come pathetically. He was now sat on Kiruma's lap with his back against the other's chest and being straddled; he braced himself for a hand that crept down his pants lining.
It first fondled his bulge through the underwear, tracing its fingers along the veins and to the tip. Kiruma placed his other hand on Baku's thigh and began tracing circles on the plush skin. It made Baku whimper, which he tried to stifle with his hand, biting down on his forefinger.
"Stop being a tease, Hal—you won't win," Baku moaned as he felt Kiruma grope his bulge stronger now at the other's provocation.
"Are you sure? You look like you're about to come already and I haven't even touched it yet—" Kiruma mumbled into his ear.
The latter lifted the now wet fabric of Baku's underwear down and palmed his cock; with each touch, Baku moaned and buckled his hips for more friction that Kiruma wouldn't give him. The other's hand remained still on his cock.
"Do you want me to touch you, Baku?" Kiruma smirked against the other's ear lobe. His stray hand now moved Baku's legs open more to pull out the latter's throbbing cock. Baku shook with the raw air hitting his cock. Kiruma rubbed a full length of Baku's cock with a steady hand as the other trembled below him.
Baku nodded and whimpered out a small yes that wasn't picked up by the other.
"Use your words."
"Touch me—Hal, please—do it—" Baku bucked his hips into Kiruma's hand. He felt a mouth breathe down the nape of his neck, sending shivers down his spine.
Kiruma obliged and began to stroke Baku at a moderate speed; he fondled the man's balls with his free hand and tugged on the hair at the base—that was just as white as the hair on his crown. His hands drifted away from his balls and traced his fingers around Baku's waist line, earning more whimpers out of the other man.
He kept a steady finger across the slit in the tip as he made Baku fuck into his hand; he could feel precum swelling at the tip and he knew Baku was close.
"Do you want to come, Baku?"
"I'm not gonna—come—just continue—" Baku gritted his teeth as he collapsed into Kiruma's chest.
Continuing to pump the other's cock, the former stared down at Baku's neck. The latter's shirt was discarded on the floor, revealing his somehow toned back; he lined his teeth up and bit down and sucked. He felt Baku throb beneath him from the pain and if he didn't know any better, he thought Baku had already came. Kiruma sucked and sucked until a glistening red mark remained.
"The rules didn't say—you could do that—cheater," Baku bit down on his lip.
"I'm already going to win so?" Kiruma smirked.
"Bastard—your just playing dirty so you can win—are you that desperate to have me at your beck and call?—"
"You shouldn't insult me when your orgasm is in my hands."
At this, Kiruma quickened his pace and pumped Baku's cock that he could feel it too hot to touch—knowing that it hurt. Below him, Baku melted to his touch and slumped to buck his hips into Kiruma's hand, cursing under his breath.
"Hal, you're—fuck."
"Just say you surrender and I'll let you come, Baku" Kiruma knew when Baku was about to come. He placed a finger on the slit as the other man trembled.
Baku shook from the overstimulation; He breathed in and out and trembled with each exhale.
"Come—please, Hal—can I come—"
Kiruma smiled as he tugged on the other's cock one last time and let him release onto his palm. Baku came over his hand—white and hot—whilst clutching onto the fabric of Kiruma's sleeves.
"Fucking cheater..." Baku mumbled as he relaxed back onto Kiruma's chest.
"So I win?"
"Yeah of course you won—I came, didn't I?"
"So I get a one wish that you have to comply by?"
"Did you even listen to the rules, Hal?"
"What were you even going to do with that wish—if you had won?"
Baku turned to look up at him and almost laughed, "Well, I was going to make you do all my paper work—since your used to it as the old boss—"
"Funny. You know I just pass all the work to Yakou anyway," Kiruma chuckled.
"So what do you want your wish to be? Knowing you, it's probably something dumb—" Baku ate his words as he was hugged roughly from behind and pushed against the other's chest even closer.
Close enough to feel a hard object against his arse.
"Baku...i still haven't come yet..." Kiruma pouted into the other's ear whilst grinding his erection onto Baku's arse.
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"Was this your aim from the beginning—to get me riding your fingers, you fucking pervert?"
"I don't want to hear it from the person that's already hard after coming 5 minutes ago."
Kiruma hadn't explicitly said what his wish was but Baku could tell after he spent the past few minutes grinding behind Baku; the man was aiming to go in straight with no preparation but Baku wasn't allowing it. It would surely destroy him.
So here they were Baku on Kiruma's lap and riding his fingers—only two—whilst bouncing up and down; Kiruma other's hand was delicately touching Baku's now hard cock.
"Are you ready now?"
"Your cock will destroy me—if I don't prepare first, Hal—" Baku shook with each movement.
"I thought this was supposed to be on my terms, since it's my wish after all," Kiruma pouted and dug his head into the crook of Baku's neckline.
"Beg for it then—if your so desperate—" Baku whimpered like he wasn't one more jolt on his prostate away from coming.
Kiruma added another finger into the hole and flicked at the gland, "Baku please..."
"Ugh—you're so—please, what?" Baku grunted.
"Please can I put it in?" Kiruma kissed down Baku's chest, palming the flesh underneath his nipples. His own cock strained against his boxers after hours of edging and watching Baku fight to not come. Now he was burning up with the sensation and begging to come.
Past his eyelashes—that were filled with lust—Baku nodded slowly; he whined as Kiruma took out his fingers and edged his cock out of his boxers, slapping Baku's stomach. He swallowed as he saw the size of it against his stomach, reaching just past his belly button.
Kiruma guided his hips—with Baku slightly floating in the air—and lined his cock up against the rim; with a grunt, he thrusted in with Baku riding his cock on his lap.
"Hal—how are you so big?—" Baku whimpered as he slightly bobbed up and down, placing his arms around the other's neck.
Kiruma kept a hand on the other's arse and guided it down as Baku kept whimpering in his ear. It was tight around the other's walls, especially with the only lube coming from his precum.
Lifting a hand off, Kiruma grabbed Baku's face: the other's face was tear stained with more tears running down his cheeks—which Kiruma wiped away with his thumb. He leaned in to peck Baku's lips; the other retaliating as they slotted together. Kiruma threaded a hand through Baku's hair whilst keeping a hand on his arse.
As Kiruma brought him up and slammed him down again, Baku moaned in the kiss and pulled away—a thread of saliva separating the two.
"Hal—I think I'm gonna—" his head flipped back as Kiruma pumped his cock at a steady speed whilst hitting his prostate; Hot cum hit his stomach as he slumped into Kiruma's chest breathing hard.
Finding his own release, Kiruma picked Baku up before slamming down again—making the other already overstimulated from coming. With one more pound, he came inside Baku; his cock fell out as the liquid dripped out and on to his trousers. Kiruma slumped against the head rest of the sofa as Baku fell against his shoulders, shaking and throbbing.
"So did I win?"
"You used up your wish anyway, Hal," Baku punched his chest lightheartedly, making them both laugh.
"I can always win next time," Kiruma smirked.
"Next time, I'll make you cum using my tongue—"
"At least I didn't cum because of my nipples," Kiruma flicked the sore buds on Baku's chest; the latter jolted in response.
"Hey—rude—what time does this place even close?" Baku wiped saliva falling from his tongue, "—I can go more rounds to beat you any day!"
"Do you wanna bet?"