Yakuza

Natsuo woke up as the bright sun rays stung his eyes. He rolled over lazily and noticed that he was alone.

His cheeks heated up when he remembered what had happened last night. It had been a lot to endure, but his innermost thoughts admitted that he had enjoyed it. Imagining Jiro's rigid crotch or visible abs, he felt a warm sensation travel down his body.

It was too late for him to calm his mind. He sighed in relief when Jiro wasn't there to see it, and got up to put on the yukata left on the window seat.

The door opened and Jiro entered wearing yesterday's clothes. A wide smile spread across his face when he saw Natsuo standing up.

"Good morning. Did you get any sleep?" He asked as he left his shoes at the door.

"Mmh," Natsuo agreed.

"I went to order breakfast for us. And I thought maybe - " he started to say before pulling Natsuo into a hug but paused when he felt something hard nudge him.