“What the hell do you want?” I spat at him, trying to break free from his hold, but he wasn’t having it. Ryosuke only pressed harder into my shoulders, making the cold stone behind me bite into my flesh a little harder.
“Would you calm down for just a second?”
I rolled my eyes.
“Calm down? Why the fuck would I do something like that?” I finally gained the leverage I needed and pushed Ryosuke back, but before I could make it very far, he had me pressed face-first into another wall.
“You little shit. Come on. I know you’re upset, but you’re turning a good night into a shit-tastic one.”
I huffed a humorless laugh. “A good night? We’re living in the same world, right?”
Hot breath trickled against my ear. I hated that it sparked my body to life. My cock twitched in my pants and I was more than a little aware of all the places Ryosuke pressed into my body.
“From where I’m standing, we had a successful show. Who the fuck cares what Toshi tried to say at the beginning. We know better. He’s full of shit and we know that. You’re the one choosing to let it go to your head.”
I fought against Ryosuke’s hold once more. There was a lot of truth to what he was saying, but I’d seen his anxiety right along with everyone else. He could talk a big ass game, but there was no hiding just how fucking terrified he’d been before taking that stage.
“Fuck off. It’s not like you’re my master or anything.”
That was a mistake because Ryosuke only pressed me harder into the wall. It became harder and harder to breathe with how little space he was giving me, but I somehow craved the contact. I wanted him to rough me up a little. It got me hard in ways I had never experienced before.
“Is that so?” he purred into my ear as he ground his hardening dick into my ass. This was such a huge ass mistake. We shouldn’t be doing this in public at all, where anyone could see us. Sure, this was a quieter part of Tokyo, but that didn’t mean that no one would come down this alley. “Seemed to me like you liked it when I gave you orders.”
I slammed my eyes closed because he was right. When we were behind closed doors and the clothes came off, he unlocked a part of me I never knew existed. While I was normally the one in control in most of my relationships, it was nice to hand over the reins and not have to think.
“Fuck you.” The fight in me was dying. I groaned when Ryosuke ground against me again. This was so stupid, but he was effectively taking my mind off what had just happened back at the concert venue.
“Mmm, I think I’d rather fuck you.”
I should have stopped him, but the next thing I knew, Ryosuke was on his knees behind me, his hands on my waist as he opened my pants, lowering the material just enough to expose my ass to the cool evening air.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, but it broke off into a gasp as warm hands spread my cheeks and the hot muscle of Ryosuke’s tongue found my hole.
Alarm bells clattered in my head. Should we be doing this without Itsuki present? But then Ryosuke forced his tongue inside me, and all thoughts of resistance flew out the window, and all I could focus on was the pools of desire that swirled low in my gut.
Chapter 32
Ryosuke
He was mad.
This was the last thing I should be doing, but getting Yasu out of his damn head had always seemed like the best course of action. iI that meant eating his ass out in an alleyway, then I’d do my duty.
And God, was this motherfucker delicious.
There was a sense of wrongness to it all. There were three of us in whatever the hell this was, and part of me felt off by not asking Itsuki if this was okay, but I had a feeling he wouldn’t be upset. I’d want him to comfort Yasu in the best way possible had he been in the same position as me. It didn’t matter if I was present or not. That’s how things like this worked, wasn’t it? You trusted each other? You had to.
A groan worked its way up my throat as I continued to swirl my tongue against Yasu’s hole. He slowly but surely melted into my ministrations and against the wall. I’d never been brave enough to do something like this so publicly, but it added to theheat of the moment. I was painfully hard just thinking about how anyone could catch us at any moment.
Was Yasu equally turned on?
I continued to slurp and suck at his hole. Was it a little weird since he hadn’t showered after the show? Maybe. But I liked that he was so natural. I loved the smell of a sweaty man. It only added to his salty tang as I continued to feast on him. This was the truest taste of a man, and I wanted to soak it in. It wasn’t disgusting or gross. This was Yasu in his purest form—I could drown in it.
The longer I stabbed at him with my tongue, the more his whole body gave in. Saliva dripped down his crack and over his balls. I sat back and admired the perfectly debauched picture I’d created. I’d said something about fucking him and he hadn’t completely objected. The only problem was that we were in this damn alley. I wasn’t completely sure this was the place I wanted our first time to be. I was a jerk on the best of days, but not that much of a jerk.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, shoving his ass back toward me.
“Trying to figure out where this is going.”
