Fitted suits would be the death of Hokuto. Tight pants that gripped him like a second skin. Button up shirts that took too long to get on and off, not to mention twice as long to press into crisp edges. Hokuto didn’t mind the suit jackets, so sleek and refined it took his looks from a Toyota to a foreign luxury brand in seconds. But ties? The work of the devil. He was sure of it.
Hokuto always had to be impeccably dressed now. It would invite too many questions if he continued to wear his old threadbare clothes from months ago. To the outside he was a conundrum, a riddle with no answer. How had he managed to rise so far above his station in such a short amount of time? He who had existed at the fringes of their organization, promoted to one of honor and raising his family to be second tier? How had this person garnered favor so quickly? Hokuto kept that secret held tightly behind his smile, not letting so much as a character escape. He had his ways, none that anyone would wish to replicate, and Hokuto’s new wardrobe was armor against all of those seeking to pry back every layer of his being.
The main house was quiet at this time at night, guarded by what could only be described as a barebones crew. There was a business meeting in Saitama the boss was attending, a sign of goodwill and renewed treaties with their allies there, and all but the first lieutenant were in attendance. Hokuto had always thought it strange the boss never took his first lieutenant along unless Hokuto was also in attendance. Who wouldn’t want their second in command be required at all official business? It was a mystery that plagued Hokuto far more than he would like to admit.
The stairs creaked with every step as Hokuto ascended to the second floor, and he winced with each sound. He had thought the benefit of the boss claiming a Western style mansion as his place of residence would mean quiet floors. Someone should really fix those. Hokuto made a mental note to speak to someone about the noise.
His feet knew the path Hokuto would take before he actively made the decision. The eastern wing, last door on the left with a view of the inner courtyard. He rapped on the door twice, announcing himself by his name and family and waited. It wasn’t long before a low, “Enter,” came through the thick wooden door. Hokuto let himself in.
The door thudded behind him, and he locked it. Hokuto had been instructed to do so since he first took these meetings with the first lieutenant months ago. It was second nature to him. What happened behind that door was between the two of them.
The first lieutenant’s bedroom was as familiar to him as Hokuto’s own though twice the size. There was a four poster king size bed along the left wall, a side table on both sides with a lamp burning bright. Across from the bed with a simple dresser made of heavy wood with an attached mirror. Directly in front of Hokuto, nestled before a pair of floor to ceiling windows, was a seating area with two armchairs, a side table between them. It was where Hokuto found the first lieutenant, his gaze lost into the darkened world outside. He had foregone his own suit jacket, it being thrown over the chair beside him, but he was still dressed to the nines in clothes Hokuto could only dream of affording.
Jesse Lewis was far more beautiful than Hokuto could put into words. From the very first moment he had laid eyes upon Jesse, Hokuto had been absolutely spellbound. His jawline could cut glass, his eyes piecing in a way Hokuto believed he could see directly into the minds of others. There was a well circulated rumor that Jesse knew a person’s every thought before they formed it into words, but that was just Jesse. He had a way with people to the point even Hokuto often forgot that Jesse was human and did not hold the powers of a god. He towered above all those around him, and there were times as though Hokuto felt as if he was an ant when he stood beside Jesse. Though it wasn’t just because of his impressive height. There was a commanding presence to the first lieutenant that demanded attention. It was no wonder the boss had selected him as his second in command.
Hokuto crossed the room until he was standing before Jesse. He kept his arms in front of him, left hand clasping his right wrist, but letting his stance relax more than if he was before the entirety of their organization. “You should really consider attending these meetings with your grandfather,” Hokuto said, letting his voice bounce with the smile on his lips. “It is a bad look for the family if the boss’s heir isn’t in attendance.”
Jesse’s gaze darted from the window for a moment, sizing Hokuto up and down before returning back. “I have a cold.”
Hokuto slipped his phone from his pocket. “If you’re sick, we should call the family doctor.” He typed his password in with one hand, thumb hovering over the call button. “What was their number again?”
There was a snort of laughter from Jesse. “You know you’re an asshole, right?”
“You’ve told me that many times before,” Hokuto said, his usual easy smile sliding into place. He locked his phone, slipping it back into his pocket before returning to his usual standing position. “It’s why you’ve kept me around far longer than the others.”
It was a well known fact that Jesse tired of his captains faster than he should have, never keeping one more than a few weeks. There were often stretches of months where he had lacked one by his side until Hokuto had caught his attention. Though the lack of a captain made sense the deeper Hokuto came to understand the workings of their group. Many held disregard that Jesse’s mother, the boss’s own daughter, had married outside of the yakuza and claimed a foreign man as her husband. Even more disliked that the boss had chosen his lone half-Japanese grandchild as his heir.
To Hokuto, everyone who had disagreed with the decision based on Jesse’s ethnic make-up was shortsighted. They lacked the foresight to see that Jesse had an excellent eye for connections and was able to ease tensions when rival syndicates overstepped agreed upon boundaries. He inspired those under him with a roaring passion that made even Hokuto’s cold heart feel something. Though Jesse lacked the capacity for understanding business and what it was like to run such a large group, there was still time for him to learn. The boss wouldn’t be stepping down for many years, and Jesse was slowly picking up the pieces. If anyone had asked Hokuto for his opinion, he would have told them that once Jesse fully learned the ropes he would lead their organization into greatness.
“I should throw you out.” Jesse was staring him down now, those eyes unwavering as he waited for Hokuto to falter. “The amount of back talk I’ve received since making you my captain is astounding.” He threw one of his arms over the back of the chair, his chest seeming to broaden with the small movement. “But something keeps you by my side, and I haven’t the faintest clue as to what that could be.”
There were plenty of ‘Yes Men’ that surrounded Jesse on a day to day basis, ones that agreed to his every word because of who his grandfather was and not because Jesse’s ideas were the best. Jesse, according to his own words, had always been able to see through them. Being the captain of the first lieutenant came with status. Even those who disliked Jesse for being half-Japanese were tempted by the prestige, but Jesse always found them out in the end.
Perhaps it had been pure stupidity on Hokuto’s part. He hadn’t known what Jesse looked like when he first joined and, during their first conversation, had answered all of Jesse’s questions honestly and without mincing words. Time and time again, even after learning who he was, Hokuto never faltered on his honesty and had been rewarded for it. He hadn’t been killed for it yet, but Hokuto was always waiting for that moment he really pissed the yakuza heir off.
“You keep me around for my talented mouth,” Hokuto said simply, his face the picture of serenity. A hunger flickered across Jesse’s eyes before his mask snapped back into place. If Hokuto hadn’t been keeping a careful eye on him, he would have missed it entirely.
Hokuto knew exactly when his emotions began to slide into something more, something carnal. One day they were friends, or as close as one could be in the yakuza, and the next Hokuto had walked into a room when Jesse had been changing. That shirt hanging off of his shoulder, abs fully on display with just the barest hint of his tattoos fluttering at the edges of his shirt, had stopped Hokuto in his tracks. The desire to have Jesse bend him over the nearest surface consumed him. Hokuto had played the instant lust off well, asking if Jesse had needed any help buttoning his shirt, but the emotion he felt lingered.
There were many nights when Hokuto had climbed into bed, stroking himself to the images that played in front of his eyes. He pictured Jesse pinning him to the wall, ravishing Hokuto like in the pages of a dirty romance novel. Hokuto came over his stomach many a night, come sticky on his hand, imagining the filthy things Jesse would moan in his ear. When the sun rose, he locked those fantasies in the darkest recess of his mind, not allowing them to see the light of day. He had a job to do, and he couldn’t allow himself to be distracted.
He had been content to live the rest of his life that way. He had seen plenty of relationships end in a permanent way growing up, grunts cleaning the blood out of concrete as Hokuto pretended he hadn’t seen a murder in broad daylight. Since being absorbed into his current organization, Hokuto hadn’t lain witness to such killings, but a small part of him hadn’t wanted to risk entertaining a sexual relationship further. He very much enjoyed living and did not want to die.
Life, though, had a funny way of putting Hokuto exactly where he needed to be.
The pair of them had been working in Jesse’s room soon after Jesse promoted Hokuto, going over accounts to check for any discrepancies in the numbers. The sun had long since set, their dinner plates containing only crumbs lay forgotten on the dresser. Hokuto was only waiting for Jesse to close the accounting book in his hands, the sign they were done for the night. He’d order one of the drivers to get Hokuto home, and they would be back in the same positions the following morning.
Hokuto’s gaze had flicked over to Jesse for a moment, those long fingers curled around the edges of the book. He had always held a strange fascination with Jesse’s fingers, how they bent and how impossibly long they were. Many a fantasy began with those long digits curled around Hokuto’s own cock, stroking him slowly until Hokuto was begging for more. It was so easy to get pulled into another, and he could feel his mind start to drift, imagining them stretching him for something much bigger, something harder, just like the erect cock he could see that was hidden beneath Jesse’s slacks.
The instinct to jolt up was one Hokuto had to fight. He hadn’t wanted to immediately draw attention to the fact that he knew Jesse was hard in the chair next to him. There were too many questions floating around Hokuto’s head with answers out of reach. What had caused this? As far as Hokuto was aware, neither accounting book contained anything particularly lewd.
Hokuto subtly checked his watch, the hour long past midnight. Perhaps, much like Hokuto, Jesse’s mind was drifting with how late it was. It would make sense. Hokuto was well aware Jesse had a regular rotation of individuals who came to the main house for sex. It was human nature after all, and Hokuto would have done the same if he hadn’t been so content with his hand lately.
“If you need help relieving any tension you feel, you need only ask,” Hokuto had said, his usual smile on his lips. He had meant it as a jest, for anyone could tell the hardness packed beneath Jesse’s slacks. His mind was filing away the image for when Hokuto returned to his tiny apartment that night, hand already itching to stroke himself to the beautiful image before him.
“If you’re asking, I expect you to deliver,” Jesse had said, eyes dark. It should have intimidated Hokuto, but it only sent a shiver down his spine.
He should have played it off as a joke, something he didn’t mean. It was smarter to keep their relationship strictly professional. But that one sentence was how Hokuto ended up on his knees, Jesse’s hard cock so firm in his mouth.
“You do have quite the clever tongue.” Jesse’s position shifted slightly, legs opening just a hair more than they had before. “If I didn’t like it so much, it would have gotten you into trouble long ago.”
Hokuto could feel his heart start to pound in his chest, tongue dying to dart out and lick his lips. He kept it carefully checked behind his teeth as he spoke. “Would you prefer I use it or save it for later? I can always return once your cold has subsided.”
“Now.” Jesse’s response was low, the single word going straight to Hokuto’s cock. If he had been a weaker man, he would have purred at the sound. Jesse’s lower register rarely came out, and Hokuto wished he could record those moments for later when he was all alone.
Hokuto was on his knees before Jesse in three steps, emotions cloaked behind his mask as they had countless times before. The undoing of the slack’s zipper was one of the most delicious sounds to his ears, second only to the sounds of pleasure that would inevitably erupt from Jesse’s mouth. He had imagined what it would sound like countless times, but nothing he came up with was close to the real thing. Everything about Jesse was beautiful.
Jesse raised his hips just enough, so Hokuto could tug his slacks as well as his underwear down his body, the fabric settling around Jesse’s ankles. Hokuto’s eyes never left that beautiful half-hard cock as it emerged from behind those cursed layers of clothing, already salivating by the mere sight of it. Hokuto glanced up, a coy expression on his face meeting the dark and hungry one painted across Jesse’s. He waited, hands patiently in his lap like a good boy. It was only when Jesse gave the slightest nod that Hokuto allowed himself to finally touch that beautiful cock.
His touch was gentle, a few slow strokes enough to elicit a delicious moan that sent waves of lust coursing through Hokuto’s body. Hokuto loved the way Jesse felt in his hand, skin so soft as he rapidly hardened under Hokuto’s expert care. There was a part of Hokuto that preened that just his hand could cause such a reaction to occur, but he knew the true talent lay in his mouth, the true pleasure he could inflict once he took Jesse in. It was one of Hokuto’s favorite parts of their trysts together. He could practically feel himself vibrating with need as he leaned in, eyes meeting Jesse’s once more as he licked from base to tip before wrapping his lips around the head.
He always took things slow to start, never wanting to rush to an orgasm that left both of them feeling unsatisfied. A cock like Jesse’s deserved to be worshipped, and Hokuto was devout in his reverence for it. He could have been blindfolded and would have been able to recognize it. He knew every vein, the little spots that drove Jesse insane with need. He loved being able to look up and see pleasure consume Jesse before Hokuto opened his throat to swallow Jesse whole.
Jesse’s hands wove themselves into Hokuto’s hair, tugging at the strands, and Hokuto could picture how utterly undone Jesse was becoming as he bobbed his head, hand stroking the base: Jesse’s skin flushed, eyes closed, and body unable to contain itself as his hips slowly rolled his cock deeper into Hokuto’s welcoming mouth. It didn’t matter how Hokuto’s knees had started to ache, how one of his hands clutched onto the bare skin of Jesse’s thigh to keep himself grounded. The only thing that mattered was Jesse seeking out his pleasure, his moans like music to Hokuto’s ears.
“Hokuto.” The sound was so soft Hokuto hardly heard his name over the rushing blood through his veins, desire coursing through them. He wanted to remember every little twitch, every sound from Jesse, so he was able to replicate it in his memory for later. “Enough.”
A sharp tug on his hair was what made Hokuto stop, eyes finding Jesse’s. His heart was in his chest, wondering what he could have done wrong. Hokuto could have sworn Jesse was enjoying himself not moments before. His mind worked quickly, flickering through memories of seconds priors, but, before he could decipher the reasoning, Jesse gave it to him. “I need more.”
There was nothing romantic about the way Hokuto shed his clothing, all but tearing it from his body as he readied to prepare himself. Somewhere along the line Jesse had decided that he didn’t want to receive just head from Hokuto. He wanted to claim every inch of Hokuto’s body for himself, and there was no telling Jesse ‘no’ once he made up his mind. It worked that Hokuto was more than willing to oblige Jesse’s growing desires, adding more fuel to his alone time when he left the confines of these four walls.
Those evenings that Jesse claimed him, sliding so deep into him that Hokuto saw stars, were Hokuto’s favorite. It was so hard to stay focused, eyes wanting to roll back into his head from how good he felt. No one had ever fucked Hokuto as well as Jesse did nor had they filled him quite like the first lieutenant did. There were many early mornings when Hokuto had stopped at a shrine to offer his thanks to the gods for the sex the pair of them had engaged in. It was heavenly in its simplest definition. But no matter how amazing the sex was, Hokuto could never allow himself to feel the full extent of his pleasure.
It was an invisible line Hokuto couldn’t cross. Feelings and emotions were off the table nor was his own release. Ever since that first night, when Hokuto had gotten on his knees to pleasure Jesse, it hadn’t been for a selfish desire. No, not at all. It had been for Jesse, only Jesse. Jesse, who had raised him up and kept Hokuto by his side. Jesse, who had secretly fulfilled the carnal desires in Hokuto’s mind. Jesse, whose pleasure mattered the most between the two of them. If Jesse wanted to use Hokuto’s body in the filthiest way possible, Hokuto would have allowed it. Jesse only needed to say the word.
Hokuto always left the main house aching hard on nights he pleasured Jesse, cock begging for a release that Hokuto denied himself. It was harder than he thought to hold himself back, especially with Jesse slowly learning the spots that gave Hokuto the most pleasure. Hokuto always found a way to not come until he was finally settled in his apartment. The memories from not even half an hour before flooded over him like a tidal wave, and it rarely took long for Hokuto to come over his hand, moaning Jesse’s name for only his apartment to hear.
He knew that he should have felt unsatisfied by this. Who didn’t want to feel the sweet, sweet feeling of release while in the throes of sex? But Hokuto was perfectly content with the box he had settled himself into. Jesse was using him and only him to seek out his pleasure, and that glorious pride consumed Hokuto knowing Jesse no longer relied on his past partners for sexual gratification. Jesse had chosen him, had wanted Hokuto to please him, and Hokuto would do everything in his power to ensure Jesse’s satisfaction.
At the beginning, holding back his own release had felt like an impossible task to overcome, one that had Hokuto dizzy with need and desire, but now it felt so good. The ache was familiar to him, like a friend, and he would have flown halfway around the world at Jesse’s beck and call. He would have done anything to have Jesse come deep within him, feeling every hard thrust and hearing every little grunt and moan from Jesse’s lips. Only death would take such an honor from Hokuto.
Silky soft sheets slid across his hands as Hokuto climbed onto Jesse’s bed, and he longed to lay across them, feeling the sensation on every inch of his skin. Usually he stayed on his hands and knees, letting Jesse slide into him from behind, but Hokuto allowed himself a little indulgence as Jesse stripped himself of his shirt, revealing the muscle Hokuto craved to touch. Hokuto longed to feel Jesse’s body under his fingertips, running his hands across every little dip and ab. He wanted to know how Jesse’s skin would shudder under his touch, but he pushed those desires down. He settled for resting his cheek on the sheets, hips rising higher into the air than normal, and he waited with baited breath for Jesse to stretch him open.
The first touch was always the most shocking once Jesse had climbed onto the bed behind Hokuto, his fingers slick with lube from the side table drawer. They slowly worked Hokuto open, reaching for the places within Hokuto that made him flush with desire. It took every bit of Hokuto’s concentration to bite back the moans, but a few always escaped. He couldn’t help it. After so many nights together, it was hard to mask the enjoyment he felt from being stretched.
Hokuto bit down on his lip to keep his thoughts from spilling from his lips, to keep himself from begging for Jesse to hurry and fill Hokuto with his bare cock. The anticipation of waiting for Jesse to deem Hokuto ready was torturous, but Hokuto bore it well. His mantra flowed through his mind, reminding himself this was for Jesse, with every crook of Jesse’s fingers within him.
He wanted to beg for Jesse to fuck him slowly at the start, hips barely rolling within Hokuto so even he wasn’t certain Jesse was actually moving. He wanted to whine for more. For faster. For harder. Hokuto wanted to plead with every ounce of his soul until Jesse finally caved, thrusting so deep into Hokuto that his breath was stolen from his chest. Hokuto’s body shuddered at the thought, and he pictured how Jesse would turn relentless, hips slamming so deliciously hard into Hokuto that his toes would curl from the sweet, sweet friction. Hokuto wanted to be so utterly destroyed he couldn’t have left Jesse’s bed even if he was ordered to do so.
But those fantasies would never come to fruition. It was the kind of sex people outside of their positions could engage in, and Hokuto could never allow himself to indulge in it. It was bitterly selfish of him when he existed there, in that moment, for Jesse. Those thoughts were only good for when Hokuto was alone with his hand.
Jesse’s fingers slipped from him, leaving Hokuto feeling empty for a moment until Jesse aligned his hardened cock with Hokuto’s entrance. There was a beat, a single breath, where Hokuto worried Jesse had changed his mind, that he no longer wanted to fuck Hokuto that evening. It quickly passed as Jesse pushed himself inside.
Out of all of the people Hokuto had fucked in his life, Jesse was his favorite. Jesse’s cock was thick, far thicker than anyone Hokuto had prior, and it took far more time for Jesse to fully work himself in. Every slow roll of Jesse’s hips was agonizing to Hokuto until, without fail, Jesse’s thighs met the back of Hokuto’s, and he felt impossibly full.
It took everything in Hokuto’s being to not grasp onto the sheets as Jesse began to slowly thrust within him, working himself into Hokuto with every roll of his hips. Hokuto had to control his breath even as Jesse’s hitched behind him, the sound of his low moan going straight to Hokuto’s cock. He only focused on clearing his mind, emptying itself of the feeling of Jesse filling him so perfectly. It wasn’t the time to enjoy the delicious friction of their bodies coming together nor how Hokuto’s nipples rubbed across the sheets with every thrust.
This wouldn’t be long, the sex between passing far quicker than Hokuto would have normally liked in another life. The telltale twitches of Jesse’s imminent release would appear, his little grunts escalating into more frequent musical moans. Jesse’s hands would grip tighter onto Hokuto’s hips until he was tugging Hokuto backwards to meet his every thrust, their bodies slamming together until Jesse finally came. Every spurt of come would electrify Hokuto’s senses until Jesse inevitably pulled his softening cock from Hokuto, ordering him to dress and go home.
Hokuto’s concentration slipped for a moment when Jesse’s cock slammed into him, bringing him back to reality, and a moan passed through his lips. It had felt good, so wonderfully good, and the temptation to stroke himself exploded within Hokuto. He reached out, fingers nearly touching his own aching cock, before he caught himself. It wasn’t right. He couldn’t. That wasn’t how things were. He returned his hand back to where it had been moments before, grasping onto the sheets for dear life.
Jesse's thrusts slowed, the rhythm faltering in a way that Hokuto had never experienced before. The tension was supposed to ramp up, becoming near impossible to ignore the need clawing at Hokuto’s belly, not slow down. He wanted to ask what was wrong, why Jesse wasn’t trying to come, but Hokuto couldn’t find the words no matter how he tried. He was left completely empty, Jesse’s hard cock slipping from inside of him.
The room was dead silent, not a word being exchanged between the two of them. The only indication that Jesse hadn’t left was his hands still firmly gripping Hokuto’s waist. Hokuto’s heart was pounding in his chest, thoughts flashing through his mind too quickly for him to try and comprehend them. This had to be it, the moment that he died. He had left Jesse feeling so unsatisfied that it had offended him in an unforgivable way. Hokuto knew there was always the chance of him dying because he was a yakuza, but he had hoped his death hadn’t been one while naked.
When Jesse finally spoke, his words were devoid of emotion. “Why is it that you never come?”
Hokuto didn’t know what to say. What could he? There was no way to properly explain his thought process without sounding clinically insane. It was better to stay quiet and wait for Jesse to decide whether to toss Hokuto out or continue what they had started.
“I find it hard to believe there’s no explanation,” Jesse said, and Hokuto felt his body grow colder with every word, fearing the worst. “You always have some clever quip lodged deep in that head of yours, so tell me.” Hokuto didn’t even feel Jesse move. One moment Hokuto’s face was planted on the bed, ass up and reaching for the heavens, the next he had been tugged backwards, body flush against those incredible abs. Hokuto felt a firm hand wrap around his cock. “Tell me why you never come.”
The feeling of Jesse stroking him was better than any fantasy Hokuto could have come up with. The slow, tantalizing strokes were devilish, and Jesse’s warm breath sliding down his skin was deliciously heinous. Any reason Hokuto could have been given had been thrown out the window the second Jesse’s thumb reached up, thumbing Hokuto’s slit. He was at the complete mercy of the man behind him.
“I don’t let anyone into this bed.” Jesse’s low voice was hypnotizing to Hokuto’s ears, driving him further and further into insanity with every word. “If I need my pleasure, there’s a separate room I take people to. We fuck, I come, and then I pay for their time. That’s all. But you? You’re the one person I let into my personal room. You’re the only one I fuck where I sleep every night, and you’ve refused time after time to come. So I am ordering you, dear Hokuto, to tell me.” Jesse’s hand slowed even further, and Hokuto felt his skin crawling with need for more. “Why don’t you come?”
Hokuto’s mouth wouldn’t work the way he wanted to, his body feeling so overwhelmed he couldn’t process anything. He could barely understand the words coming out of Jesse’s mouth, the sounds echoing around his head as if nothing was housed within his skull. If he trusted his legs to move, to run away, he would have freed himself from the clutches of Jesse's hand. At the same time, he didn’t want to leave. His desires were overriding every sensible thought in his head, clouding any logical reason he could give.
He could tell Jesse was patiently waiting for an answer, hand wrapped around Hokuto’s impossibly hard cock. He forced out two words, hoping it would be enough. “I can’t.”
“In the past you haven’t.” Jesse’s response was lightning fast, and Hokuto could almost hear his smirk in the air. “But this time I’ll make sure that you do.”
In a flash, Hokuto was on his back, legs spread with Jesse hovering on the bed above him. Hokuto wanted to ask what Jesse was doing. This wasn’t how the two of them had sex! But his lips were quickly claimed in a searing kiss that stole Hokuto’s breath from his lungs.
Hokuto had kissed plenty of people. He knew the sweet and loving kisses from his mother growing up, a small bit of sweet nurturing energy before he learned what sort of cruel world surrounded them. He had quick pecks with middle school partners as well as the awkward kisses of high school love that stood out in his mind. Then came the rushed and messy kisses of sex, ones where their lips hardly brushed as they raced to chase their orgasms.
This kiss was nothing like anything Hokuto had ever experienced. He felt like a firecracker ready to explode. His fuse was itching to be lit, so he could race across the night’s sky to a fiery conclusion. He couldn’t stop his hands from threading themselves into Jesse’s hair, legs curling around Jesse’s back to keep the two of them entwined. Hokuto gasped as Jesse rolled his hips into Hokuto’s, their hardened lengths rubbing against each other, and broke their kiss for only a moment before Jesse’s lips claimed his again in another bruising embrace.
The walls of Hokuto’s excuses were crumbling in Jesse’s hands, his kiss too impossible to ignore. They felt so flimsy as Hokuto melted from the burning passion of Jesse’s mouth, desire bubbling in Hokuto’s belly for more. More kisses. More touches. More rolling hips. He shouldn’t have wanted this so much, but a single kiss was dismantling Hokuto’s hard work from the last few months.
“I want you to come.” Jesse’s words were low when he broke the kiss, lips hovering above Hokuto’s. It would have been so easy to reach up and close the gap between them once more. “Say the word, and I’ll make sure you will.”
Hokuto knew he should say no. Their sexual relationship had been built upon Jesse’s pleasure and Jesse’s pleasure only. Before they met, Hokuto was no one and without Jesse he returned to that same position. In a day or two or twenty, he could be discarded without so much as a second glance, and he would have had to accept that decision. It was easier to keep his head down and return to focusing all of his attention on Jesse.
“Please,” he moaned, hips rolling upwards to meet Jesse’s once more, “make me come.”
Jesse broke their eye contact for a moment, only to align himself with Hokuto’s entrance, before his gaze returned to Hokuto, watching Hokuto’s expression as he slowly filled him once more. His eyes were so piercing, looking for any change in expression, and it made Hokuto feel as if every layer of himself was being peeled back under Jesse’s watchful eye.
Hokuto didn’t know how normal people did it, gazing into the eyes of their lovers during the act of sex. It had been far too long for him, since before he had fallen into the lustful pit that was Jesse Lewis, and it felt too intimate, too personal. Hokuto didn’t feel as if he was worthy to look upon Jesse as he thrust into him over and over, bringing the pair of them closer to orgasm. He tried looking away, but Jesse stopped him.
“Keep your eyes on me,” Jesse commanded, using one of his hands to return Hokuto’s eyes to him. “Now let me show you what you’ve been missing.”
The rhythm of Jesse’s thrusts was entirely different to when he had been taking Hokuto from behind. Before they had a steady pace, an expected timing that Hokuto could anticipate to curb the desire threatening every cell within him. It had been sex for the sake of sex, and that had been perfectly fine with him. He only needed to know what it was like to engage in the act with Jesse, so he could live out his fantasies in a safer environment.
This? This was dangerous. It was fire. It was building passion that would erupt in an explosion that would consume them both. It was gasping breaths and needy moans that drove deep into Hokuto’s brain, swirling his thoughts until they were mush under his fingertips. It was sweat clinging to their burning skin, begging for relief from the blaze surrounding them.
Hokuto hadn’t known sex could feel like this, like two puzzle pieces snapping together in the most satisfying way. Each of Jesse’s thrusts made him feel more and more complete, filling in the places that had previously been empty until every inch of the picture lay before him in stunning clarity. If only Hokuto had allowed himself to indulge sooner. He could have known what it would be like to be filled in such a perfect way.
But a new part of Hokuto had been unlocked, a greedy one that couldn’t be easily satisfied. With every roll of those beautiful hips, Hokuto wanted more. He craved more, and Jesse gave him everything he demanded. Hokuto needed Jesse’s mouth on his, kissing his breath away. He needed Jesse to mark him, to claim him in a physical way to let others know who Hokuto belonged to. He needed to keep looking into Jesse’s eyes, seeing the lust and love that clouded them with every sensual roll of Jesse’s hips.
Everything slammed into Hokuto all at once as Jesse picked up speed, his cock twitching within Hokuto. He had never noticed it before, so consumed with his own desire to mask his own lust that he hadn’t dared look deeper. Love wasn’t something Hokuto had ever allowed himself to think about, affection and romance not the kind of thing he ever saw being a main part of his life. He had been content only knowing the satisfaction of sex and pleasure. That was the life he was destined to live.
Now that his walls were down, Hokuto could see how clearly he had been masking his emotions towards Jesse. He loved and cared about him, that much was certain, and he had never allowed himself to acknowledge how deeply it ran within his veins. It was easier to push it aside than to ever consider that someone as powerful as Jesse could want him in the same way. Being able to get down on his knees and worship a man that Hokuto wanted so desperately with his mouth had been good enough. Any possibility of more had been destroyed within Hokuto’s mind.
Having Jesse above him, it was impossible to ignore. The love burning in Jesse’s eyes was so painfully obvious that Hokuto wondered how he had never seen it before. He had never heard of Jesse allowing another member of the organization to pleasure him, always seeking out those outside of the group’s reach, nor had he seen Jesse pursue a relationship with anyone. Ever since Hokuto had become Jesse’s captain, he had been the only one permanently by Jesse’s side. He was the only one.
He should have been terrified, but now everything made sense within Hokuto’s brain. The desperate need to please Jesse as well as why he never attended his grandfather’s meetings if Hokuto wasn’t invited to attend. In a way it was Jesse’s subtle messaging that he never wanted Hokuto to leave his side, and there was a strange beauty in the sentiment.
For however long Jesse had been harboring his love towards Hokuto, it didn’t matter, and Hokuto didn’t need to know. But with every thrust, every little gasp and moan from Jesse’s lips, Hokuto felt himself falling further from the path he had set. There was no going back to where they had come from, Hokuto existing purely to please, and he no longer wanted that. He wanted to only know everything there was to know about Jesse, the little spots on his body that threw him into the depths of pleasure, and Hokuto could only accomplish that by stepping forward as a partner.
Hokuto reached down, hand curling around his impossibly hard length, and he stroked himself to Jesse’s rapidly growing erratic thrusts, hips slamming so hard into Hokuto that he saw stars. His own orgasm was so close he could almost reach out and taste it.
“Make me come,” he moaned. His free hand drifted down to Jesse’s back, digging his nails into Jesse’s skin. “Jesse, make me come.”
He repeated the words over and over like a mantra until, with a hard thrust, Hokuto came completely undone. His come spurted over his hand, painting his stomach as his orgasm rolled over his body like a wave. He faintly felt Jesse come within him, and a curling satisfaction rolled through Hokuto’s body knowing that Jesse had enjoyed it as much as he had.
Little kisses peppered Hokuto’s neck, starting at the base until they were pressed just below his ear. He felt the full weight of Jesse’s body cover him, squishing Hokuto into the mattress, but he didn’t have the energy to ask the first lieutenant to get off of him.
“You’re never leaving this bed,” Hokuto heard Jesse mutter, his lips never leaving Hokuto’s skin for long. Each little kiss moved Hokuto's heart, craving more. “I’ll chain you to it if you dare move a muscle.”
“I fear I must,” Hokuto said, attempting to push Jesse off of him, but the heir was too strong and solid to be moved. “If I stay here any longer, I may catch your cold.”
Jesse pulled back, just enough for Hokuto to see how his eyes narrowed. “You have a horrible mouth.”
“I do,” Hokuto said, his usual smile slipping so easily onto his lips, “but it’s quite a talented one. If you have time, I can give you another demonstration.”
Hokuto didn’t receive a verbal answer, just another crushing kiss that threatened to destroy him once more. He didn’t mind though. Hokuto had waited far too long to be completely satisfied and his body was already craving another round. He had a feeling that Jesse wouldn’t have his fill until the sun began to rise. Hokuto wasn’t picky. As long as he never came alone in his bed again, he would remain by Jesse’s side.