I could do this all night (NSFW)

"A-ah... why did you do that...?" Natsuo murmured as the bulge in his pants grew almost painful and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

His yakuza lover licked his earlobe and groped his partner's inner thigh, reaching for the swelling.

"You are so responsive," Jiro purred, seemingly captivated by his companion's reaction.

He gently kissed him and pressed his body against the second man's. His tongue brushed against the other's, exploring and teasing it as his fingers moved downward.

Natsuo glanced at the door and gulped as he thought about what would happen if someone found them in such a vulnerable position.

The older man had led his roommate to the yakuza bar's private backroom chamber. Natsuo had followed, his face red as he realized what his boyfriend was planning. As soon as the door closed behind them, the taller man had immediately pulled him into a passionate embrace.

The pale brown eyes seemed to notice how the blue ones looked at the entryway rather anxiously. Jiro's lips quirked into a soft smile and he ran his thumb against the rosy cheek.

"It's alright. We are safe here. No one can see us."

The small room was decorated with dark furniture, velvet curtains, and a thick rug that muffled their footsteps. It was primarily a refuge, a place where yakuza could be away from prying eyes and indulge in their own desires without being caught.

Jiro's fingers touched Natsuo's underwear before slipping underneath the waistband. His digits trailed slowly over his raised member, creating a soft moan from the young man as he arched his back in response.

"Maybe we… should just go home?" he murmured as the tattooed hand caressed his intimate area.

"We could go home," Jiro cooed and sucked his tender neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin below the ear.

"But I don't think either of us can wait that long," he continued with a mischievous smirk.

The man lowered his companion's pants, revealing his aroused state. The pale brown eyes darkened with lust as he brought his two fingers to Natsuo's mouth.

"Wet these for me."

The teal-haired one gulped before letting two of the longest fingers enter his mouth. He obeyed and cautiously licked them with his tongue, trying to ignore his awkward emotions. He blushed even deeper when the man in front of him stared at him with intense desire, an almost feral hunger flickering in his eyes.

"You are so beautiful when you do that," Jiro mused, before trailing his free hand back to the young man's hardened form, squeezing it tenderly.

Natsuo grabbed Jiro's tattooed wrist, feeling his fingertips dancing against his tongue. His actions became more instinctive as he got lost in the moment - he was just letting the man's hands examine him downstairs and did as he was told.

The older man moaned with a smile and urged him on with a soft whisper.

"A little wetter, thank you."

Natsuo's brows furrowed as he tried to suck them deeper, taking them as far as he could. He trembled as Jiro massaged him between his legs and unintentionally bit his fingers as shudders coursed through his body.

"A-ah... I can't..."

He almost pulled back when he felt himself nearing the edge, but his counterpart encouraged him to keep on and continued to stroke him.

"That's it, keep going. You are doing great," he whispered, nuzzling his neck.

Just before he reached his climax, the yakuza withdrew his fingers from the smaller man's throat. He knelt and captured his boyfriend's throbbing member into his mouth, swallowing it as fully as he could.

"W-what are you doing?" Natsuo mumbled as the other man's lips engulfed his shaft. His body jolted when his seductive opponent gently pushed the wet finger inside him.

"Jiro...!"

The man's pointer quickly found its way to the sensitive spot and rubbed it in up-and-down motion - it was too much for Natsuo to handle and he threw his head back, moaning slightly.

The blue eyes glanced down at the person on his knees and watched his sensual motions - his white hair was on his forehead and his eyes were closed as he devoured his flesh, a look of pleasure on his features.

Natsuo heaved louder and his body twitched as euphoric shockwaves coursed through his veins. He squeezed Jiro's white locks as the man sucked up and down the length between his legs - and with one final stroke and gentle squeeze, he reached his climax and his low wails filled the room as he spilled fluids inside his former classmate's mouth.

"N-no more..." he sighed weakly, slowly descending from his high.

The white-haired man pulled away and kissed his beloved's naked thighs repeatedly.

"You taste so good. I could do this all night."

"I... couldn't..."

The slender figure's knees buckled and he collapsed into the taller man's embrace. Jiro smiled and helped Natsuo pull his pants up as he held him in his arms.

"Come on, let's go home. I think you need some rest."

"Just... one minute," the teal-haired one pleaded.

The man in the dark suit adjusted his lover to his lap and placed his head on his shoulder, securing the other's waist with his arms.

"Take as long as you need, love," he whispered.

(A while later)

Shoji felt lonely as he watched the blonde leave without ordering the drink she had wished for. He had been looking forward to having a long conversation with her, but it seemed like their fairytale wasn't meant to be.

The young yakuza sighed sadly and took a sip of his beer, suddenly wishing he had someone to share it with - and just then, his white-haired former teacher emerged from the chambers with a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Arata, I just wanted to let you know we are leaving."

Shoji let out a disappointed sigh and tried not to show his dejection. He glanced at the remaining drinks left by the two roommates, then looked back at his clansman with a hopeful smile.

"Would you like to stay and finish these drinks with me at least?"

Jiro grabbed his beer and drank it in one go, not minding that it spilled down his chin as he gulped it down. He glanced at his housemate at the entrance, who got out of the bar wearing a hood on his head.

The cherry-flavored red cocktail was almost untouched, so the man shrugged and picked it up. He winced after one mouthful, almost spitting it out, but managed to swallow it.

"Ugh, don't drink this. It's way too sugary," Jiro warned and reluctantly left the beverage unfinished on the table.

He wished his disappointed clan brother a good night and headed out after his friend - the joy on his face was unlike anything Shoji had ever seen.