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Little Asia was a strange corner of Kamurocho, in the sense that it was always so damn hot. Late January and Akiyama feels like he should take his jacket out to keep himself from overheating in the cramped alley ways, lined with various storefront shops and whirring window a/c units. There was hardly any noise beyond some indistinct droning, nothing more than white noise to make up for the lack of man made noise.
He had only come here a few times, and each time was with Tanimura, and he’s certain it will be a continuing trend for future visits. Not that he cares all that much to visit on his own volition, because really, what business does he have here? None at all. Not his fault, his date nights with Tanimura would bring them to a legit hole in the wall Chinese restaurant with some of the best duck he’s ever eaten. But he can’t complain, and he certainly isn’t aching for cash anymore. Can’t go wrong with places that proudly display the corpses of animals right in front of you. Kanrai would be shaking.
But back in the streets. These too warm, too humid streets littered with puddles and assorted trash. Akiyama can feel a lone sweat drop streak the side of his head as his lips are smashed up against Tanimura, only making his body burn so much he feels like his blood will start boiling. He doesn’t know how Tanimura can stand it, wearing that blue overcoat that’s no doubt thicker than his own. Akiyama’s tongue trails the outside of Tanimura’s mouth, an open mouth kiss, panting like a damn dog all the while.
Tanimura buries in handin the greasy mess of Akiyama’s hair, and Akiyama can’t help but sigh when he manages to wipe away that drop of sweat that’s been tugging at his attention. Maybe now he can focus a little better on pleasing his date.
“Didn’t have you pegged for this type, Mr. De-tect-ive.” Akiyama croons when he can, their lips hover over each other. His knee presses against the wall between the space of Tanimura’s legs, the fabric of his jeans feeling like velcro against the brick wall. “It’s cramped here. And I mean cramped.”
“I’m not a complete bore like you.” Tanimura’s eyes are blown out, brows curled upwards with a pleading smile on his face. It’s a look Akiyama really can’t say no to, you know?
“No kiddin’.” A bore? Well, whatever Tanimura wants to think about him. He presses their lips together again, cock shifting in his pants.
Tanimura yanks his head away, that sweet smile replaced with an impatient scowl.
“If you’re so damn worried about getting caught, why don’t you hurry up?” With a little effort he turns himself around, presenting his back to Akiyama.
A low groan emits from Akiyama’s throat when he feels Tanimura sit his crotch on his thigh, feeling the tent in his pants. “Got a cute ass.” He mutters lowly. He’s not much for speaking during sex but damn, Tanimura drives him up a damn wall.
He reaches around, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his fly. He leans forward, resting his chin on Tanimura’s shoulder. Yeah, anyone could look from the window or walk by, but Akiyama wasn’t a complete stranger to that thrill, either. Anyone who just looks at Akiyama can peg him as that sort of degenerate and not be wrong.
Tanimura gives his ass a shake when he feels his jeans pull down past his ass, before pushing them down just a bit more. “Finally catching up.” Tanimura slides his cock off Akiyama’s thigh and pushes up against the wall, smirking at him over his shoulder, “You know, if you were a little quicker we could’ve been out of here. Maybe we could’ve gotten an actual room.”
“Are you listening to yourself?” Akiyama asks. “I ain’t slow, you’re just impatient.”
“Hmph… maybe. Could be both.”
A firm grip on his ass manages to shut Tanimura up. God, his fingers just sink into his flesh.
“No, definitely the latter.”
Even with his head turned away Akiyama can still hear him gasp when he spreads his cheek. His hole is already twitching, cute and pink. Akiyama licks his lips and reaches into his pocket for a loose pack of lube, and he holds it in between his teeth as he undoes his own pants and slips his cock out into the open.
It’s as the saying goes, if a tree falls in the woods and no one is around, did it ever really happen? Akiyama moans deeply from the back of his throat, teeth digging into the foil of the lube packet as the warm air hits his dick, twitching in his hand.
“At least you’re prepared.” Tanimura runs his hand over his round buttock. A silent way of insentivising Akiyama to hurry the fuck up. It won’t work, sexy as Tanimura bent over in a narrow alley way with his ass out may be. Akiyama works on his own time. “You bring a condom?”
“Uh, no?” Akiyama says, like it’s an outrageous thing for Tanimura to assume. “Jeez, you really are a detective. Gotta follow everything up with a question.” And why care about decency now? Akiyama wonders, as he observes their surroundings once more.
A shudder runs through Akiyama as he pours the lube onto his cock. He strokes himself, coating the dark skin nicely. Would it be vain for Akiyama to say he had a nice looking dick? Slightly tan, loving the way his foreskin moves back when he strokes it, loving how the head just kisses up against Tanimura’s hole. They make such a pretty couple, making out in an alley way, fucking in public.
“Ahng…” Tanimura winces, feeling the clutch of the tightest part stretch when Akiyama thrusts forward. It’s a little too much too quick. Akiyama admits, he’s being a little hasty, forgetting that Tanimura is nowhere near as loose as him.
“Shit, you’re tight.” Akiyama huffs, leaning back, giving himself a nice view of his dick disappearing inside of Tanimura; right between those firm, muscular cheeks of his, covered in a matte sheen of sweat.
“Don’t… say things like that. Kills the mood.”
“Don’t want me reminding you that you’re a virgin?” Akiyama punctuates his words with a rough thrust. Tanimura is practically sucking him in.
“I am not.”
“You sure? You’re not gonna tell me girls like that stuffy cop get up, do they?”
Akiyama likes that about Tanimura. How easy he is to rile up. He doesn’t expect the cute boy cop to be a virgin. Not with that cute face of his, or how nice his body is when all his clothes are stripped away. Even from what little Akiyama can see and feel, he knows he’s in good shape; better than he is, at least. With how he handles himself in fights; his quick reflexes and hard blows to the face.
Akiyama thinks that if you’re going tobe acquainted to Kiryu Kazuma himself, you have to get off to someone's fighting prowess at least a little bit.
Akiyama knows Tanimura likes him too. The way he moves when he’s confronted in the streets by some people who are pissed off at his existence. There’s no shortage of lone sharks is Kamurocho who wish Akiyama was out of the picture. Time and time again Tanimura would be called to deal with a fight, and so many times it would be Akiyama at the scene with groups of men already on the floor bleeding, and the worst Akiyama had to deal with was simply being out of breath.
“Come on, hurry up.” Tanimura whines, wriggling his hips back onto Akiyama’s dick. “I swear if you’re having a smoke break or something.”
“Relax…” Akiyama drawls, the way he thrusts matching that slow, infuriating tone of voice. He supposes he owes Tanimura a little bit of haste. He thrusts a little faster, worried his lack of stamina might get the better of him.
He notices Tanimura’s hand reaching beneath him, pumping his dick as Akiyama works him. Saves Akiyama the trouble of reaching beneath him and doing that as well. Yeah, he’s a bit lazy in bed. He’d prefer a love hotel, aving Tanimura bounce on his dick instead. At least there’s working AC in there, too.
“Fuck… gonna cum.”
“Already?” Akiyama huffs. He can feel the way Tanimura’s walls clamp around him as he gets closer. He tilts his head back, panting harder and harder as he looses his tempo to the pleasure.
He doesn’t last much longer than that. He thrusts all the way inside, his balls slapping against Tanimura’s as he buries every inch of his shaft inside and empties himself. His cock pulses hard, groaning with each rope of cum that fills what little space is left inside Tanimura.
“W-what the fuck?” Tanimura grunts, glaring over his shoulder at Akiyama. He barely notices,still caught in the after glow of his orgasm. “Did you fucking cum inside me?”
Akiyama just giggles. Feeling all giddy, like he just got off a rollercoaster. “Yeah.” Akiyama stays inside of him, loving the sight of his cum leaking out of the almost non-space between his cock and Tanimura’s ass. “If I came on your clothes you’d just bitch about it.”
Tanimura groans and just continues to jerk himself off. He was getting so close too, but Akiyama and his shit stamina… he should’ve known he was a one pump chump with how shit his diet is and how much he smokes. He strokes himself quickly, rubbing up against Akiyama’s softening cock and ignoring the pained grunts he gets from the asshole behind him.
He cums after a bit of effort, his seed shooting out the shiny red head and splattering the grimey brick wall he’s slumped up against. Tanimura isn’t worried about the mess; things like that go unnoticed in Kamurocho.
“Alright.” Tanimura grunts after a few moments, struggling against Akiyama. “Let me up. I gotta get going.”
“What, not even another kiss?”
“And risk getting caught? Please, this the only place I got any good reputation.”
“And you’re willing to put that all on the line for me?” Akiyama croons, giving Tanimura’s ass a few pats before he pulls out, a mess of cum and lube drips down the shaft of Akiyama’s softening cock. For some sick reason, it’s a good stroke to Akiyama’s ego.
“I’m flattered.”
“Don’t be.”