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The small, metal tin of tea was unremarkable save for the white label stuck on top which read “#9” in rushed handwriting. Higashi held the tin in one hand- it was light and cool to the touch. He carefully twisted the lid open and looked within.
The tea leaves inside didn't look particularly unusual. The contents seemed typical- dark, dried leaves, maybe some browned petals and who knows what else. There wasn't much- maybe only enough for two servings, but that's all he needed. The smell wasn't what he was expecting, either- it seemed like regular, black tea. A little earthy, a little floral- inoffensive. Overall it smelled good enough and it's not like he bought it for the flavour, anyway. Was this just regular black tea? Did he get scammed? The possibility was there for sure, considering how it fell into his lap.
He'd never heard of this stuff before until yesterday evening as he was walking down Pink Street, when a hawker in a blue baseball cap and face mask shoved a glossy flyer into his hands. Before Higashi could chew him out, the hawker had disappeared into the crowd. The flyer advertised tea of all things, instead of the usual hostess clubs or massage parlours, intriguing him. Higashi read the brand on the flyer, Cock Teas. Oh, brother. He would have thrown it out right away if he weren't curious and didn't like tea so much.
Reading through the whole page, it clicked. This wasn't any regular tea for sale- they all had special properties which made them perfectly suited to be advertised in this seedy part of town. Each blend was described as being able to enhance whoever ingested it in different ways, such as miraculously growing one's bust size or increasing the amount of natural lubricant, but tantalizingly, number nine on the list was the most appealing to Higashi. It was supposedly an aphrodisiac to help induce a long-lasting erection and increase stamina during sex. Higashi’d heard of this kind of stuff before, but never took it seriously- a product like this had to be a placebo, or maybe the tea was just laced with crushed up, knockoff boner pills- who knows. He shoved the flyer in his pocket, forgetting about it for the meantime.
When he got back home at the end of the day, he took a last look at the paper before crumpling it up and throwing it in the recycling bin. He had a simple convenience store dinner, watched a few episodes of some cheap drama while messaging Kaito as he did the same on his end, then tidied up. When he tried to go to sleep, however, his mind kept wandering back to that flyer with the stupid name.
He and Kaito had been going out for a while now, what was the risk in spicing things up a little? He could picture it- brewing the tea, drinking it together, then getting hot and heavy with a little assistance from whatever special herbs, placebos, or knockoff boner pills they'd swallowed from it. If anything, it'd make for a hot afternoon and a funny story. You only live once, after all. He stopped his tossing and turning and got out of bed, determined and a little horny- the best state of mind for making financial decisions.
It must have been 2am when he retrieved the flyer from the recycling, looking all over for any contact information. Finding a phone number, he sent it a simple text asking to buy a tin of the #9 blend, the supposed aphrodisiac tea. The reply came seconds later, as though the other person had been waiting by their phone for his text. Nah- it was late, the company probably hired some part-timer college saps to answer these desperate texts in the middle of the night. Higashi convinced himself he wasn't like those other losers- he knew it could be a scam but wanted to try it out anyway. He was smart.
The number told him to leave a couple thousand yen outside his apartment and that someone would come by to deliver it. Pretty cloak and dagger, Higashi thought, but he'd already come this far. He hid some cash outside and woke up to a discrete paper bag by his front door the next morning.
Later that day, Higashi used his spare key from Kaito to get into the Yagami Detective Agency office. The two of them were probably out on a case- Kaito said he’d be back soon, intrigued when Higashi said he'd gotten him a surprise. They could discuss it later when he arrived, Higashi said, though he was counting on there not being much discussion and that later would come sooner.
All of this led us back to the present, Higashi examining the tin in his hand. Kaito would be arriving in the next ten minutes, so Higashi turned on the electric kettle. The brewing directions were clear and precise- empty all of the tea leaves into a teapot and then with 500mL of hot- not boiling- water, steep for five minutes for the most effective yet still flavourful brew. Then, pour it into two cups for you and a friend to indulge yourselves. The drink would remain potent even after it cooled down, so it would still be good even if you couldn't drink it right away. The effect would wear off after the people who drank it reached orgasm. That's pretty specific, Higashi thought to himself.
Along with those instructions came safety precautions- an agreement saying that the distributor would not be responsible for any physical discomfort or illness, and that whoever drinks the tea absolutely cannot be alone- at least two people need to be present for safety reasons. No refunds, of course. The disclaimers were slightly concerning, but Higashi figured they were just covering their own asses in case some idiot decided to drink boiling water and forgot how to call an ambulance or something.
The kettle shut off automatically and Higashi waited for the water to cool a bit before pouring the exact amount of hot-not-boiling water into the teapot. As it steeped, he brought out a pair of small, matching, Japanese teacups, setting them on the tiled coffee table in the middle of the small room. Even if the tea did nothing, he was still thrilled at the idea. He laughed to himself at how ridiculous this was. Again- if anything, it could just be a funny story.
His phone buzzed- probably Kaito. He checked the message, expecting him to walk in at any moment, when his expression dropped. Apparently, Yagami needed his help finding yet another cat before they worked a different job tonight, and it was just spotted in northern Kamurocho. He apologized and said he'd come later for sure, though.
Higashi's mood deflated. He'd been looking forward to this, even if it hadn't been a full day since learning about this stuff in the first place. Well, at least it didn't have to stay hot to do its thing. He could wait around a bit, he wasn't really doing anything else today anyway. After five minutes had passed, he poured the tea into the two cups, steam rising gently. It smelled nice. Wait, would he be affected just by smelling it? He decided to step back just in case, taking the teapot to the sink in the small kitchenette to clean it out as he waited.
A moment later, the door to the office opened. Thank god, that was faster than he thought! He turned around and came face to face with-
“Yagami? What are you doing here?” Higashi asked, sick of this guy's face already.
“I could ask you the same thing,” Yagami answered, stepping into the room. “I don't remember hiring any kind of maid service.” He picked up a small duffel bag and started packing some rolled up clothes inside.
“Get out of here, don't you have some cat to find?” Higashi sniped, gesturing towards the door. Yagami huffed out a forced laugh.
“Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't realize this was the Higashi Detective Agency!” Higashi's face started burning. Why'd this asshole have to show up now, of all times? Yagami dropped his bag by the door next to another one, then took a step towards the center of the room.
“How lucky for me to have found another detective. Are you taking on new cases? If so, could you help me find my missing office? The Yagami Detective Agency?” Yagami moved a little further, furrowing his brows and pouting slightly like a caricature of a client.
Before Higashi could react, Yagami stole a cup of tea from the coffee table. Higashi reached out to grab it, but Yagami easily dodged the move and downed the drink in a few gulps, casually stepping backwards.
“Thanks, that hit the spot,” Yagami said, putting the empty cup, still warm, back down on the table. Higashi was speechless. All of the worry. The prep work. The excited anticipation of sharing this with Kaito- all swallowed down by this fucking idiot.
“What did you do?!” Higashi yelled, crossing the room to examine the cup- it was completely empty.
“Drank some tea. Maybe you should have some, too, to calm down.”
“Why the fuck would you do that?!” Higashi put the cup back down on the table with a loud clack, a little harder than he meant to.
“Hey now, those cups were a housewarming gift,” Yagami said, breaking character, before teasing Higashi again. “I thought that as a new client of the Higashi Detective Agency, I was kindly being offered a refreshment, so I accepted it.”
“Cut the crap, Yagami! You shouldn't have done that!” Higashi spat. This wasn't supposed to happen. This was the worst thing that could have fucking happened. What was he supposed to do now? Yagami ignored him and continued.
“You know what- you need to calm down, so I'm just gonna walk around the block and by the time I'm back, this’d all better be clean and you'd better be gone. Then, I'll do you a favour and forget this ever happened.” Yagami clapped his hands together with a sense of finality. “You win- I'll leave my own damn office.” Yagami turned towards the door and without thinking, Higashi ran ahead and slammed it shut in front of him, blocking the only exit with his body and trapping them both inside.
“No! You can't leave,” Higashi said, mind racing. The last thing he wanted to do was babysit a drugged-up Yagami, but he didn't want to be responsible for anything that happened with him if he left the premises. Yagami stood completely stunned.
“First you wanted me gone, and now I can't leave. What is wrong with you?”
Higashi didn't know what to say but he knew Yagami couldn't go out after drinking that- who knows how it would affect him in public or what he might do.
“I- shit, sit down,” Higashi sighed, trying to force himself to relax, even just a bit.
“What's going on?” Yagami asked, his tone becoming more concerned.
“I'll tell you everything if you just sit down.” Higashi wasn't looking forward to explaining this, but he didn't have a choice. He hoped to god that this stupid tea was just a placebo and nothing would happen- that hopefully it wasn't actually poison or anything. Yagami stood still, trying to get a read on him.
“Please,” Higashi added, wanting this all to end as soon as possible.
Raising his eyebrows at the serious request, Yagami nodded and made his way to the couch, sitting right in the middle.
“Start talking,” he said, voice deep and curt. Higashi exhaled and sat in the chair across from him on the other side of the coffee table, glancing at the remaining full cup of tea next to the empty one.
“You can't leave now that you drank that,” Higashi started, uncertain of how he would end it.
“Why not? That doesn't make any sense. It was just tea.”
Fuck. FUCK! What was he supposed to say?! Higashi closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
“It wasn't just tea, there was… something else in there.”
“...What?” Yagami said quietly.
“I put- it was a special kind of tea and it wasn't meant for you,” Higashi couldn't help but dance around the explanation, it was far too embarrassing. Yagami shot up out of his seat, startling Higashi.
“What the fuck, did you drug me?!” he yelled, staring daggers at the man below.
“It's your fault for drinking it!” Higashi stood up to meet Yagami on his level and matched his volume. This wasn't supposed to happen and it was all Yagami’s fault.
“Did you fucking drug me?!” Yagami rushed to the sink. He leaned over it and coughed to try and expel the drink, but nothing came out.
“Fuck! No, I- yes, but- just sit down and let me explain!”
“When did it get so hot in here? What did you give me?” Yagami tore off his leather jacket and started pacing.
“I didn't give you anything, you just grabbed it-”
“Just tell me what's happening!” Yagami shouted. Higashi stood still in front of his chair.
“It was an aphrodisiac,” he said, finally, painfully. He wanted to sink into the floor and never return.
Yagami stopped and recoiled. “A what…?”
Higashi sat down again and held the remaining cup of tea in his hands, warming them.
“An aphrodisiac,” he repeated. “It's a special kind of tea which, if it hasn't already, is gonna make you real horny, real fast.”
Higashi didn't know what he was expecting, but it wasn't this reaction. Yagami laughed like he'd heard the world's funniest joke, then he sat back down on the couch.
“You're kidding, right? Just tell me what it actually is, then I'll go to the hospital and get my stomach pumped. What is it, meth? You still running with the yakuza?”
He'd told the humiliating truth and Yagami still didn't believe him. It took all of his strength to try and stay calm but the frustration was growing inside Higashi, threatening to erupt in volcanic anger.
“I’m not lying, it's just an aphrodisiac,” he said, hopefully for the last time. “I don't run with the yakuza anymore, and this wasn't meant for you.” Shit. He was going to have to admit everything, wasn't he?
“Wasn't meant for… You were trying to roofie someone else? You psycho pervert! Who-” A light went off in Yagami’s head and he leaned back in realization. “...Kaito?”
Higashi slumped forward, took off his glasses and wiped a hand over his face. He wanted to die. Even though he and Kaito were an item, Higashi still wanted to keep it on the down low until it felt right to share.
“Kaito?! You were gonna roofie my partner? Wow. Fantastic.” Yagami’s face was starting to flush with heat, and he wiped the sweat from his brow. Higashi had to put a stop to these senseless accusations.
“I wasn't gonna drug him! We were going to talk- FUCK! You ruined everything!” He couldn't help it- his frustration started to bubble over, even though he knew it would only make things worse.
“Excuse me? I ruined everything? You're not the one getting a painful hard-on right now!” Even though it shouldn't have been possible, Yagami’s jeans were definitely getting tighter around his crotch. His face was a deeper colour and sweat continued to form on his temples. He pinched the front of his shirt and pulled back and forth for airflow, but due to the deep neckline, Higashi was treated to a flashing show of his hard nipples underneath.
“Unlike some people, I've got work to do. How do I stop this?” Yagami asked, his voice starting to shake.
Higashi didn't want to tell him, but he didn't have a choice. “You just have to, ah, finish.”
“Finish what?”
Don't make me fucking say it. Not to Yagami, of all people.
“You have to come. Get off, reach orgasm.” Higashi avoided eye contact but he could still feel Yagami staring at him.
“Alright, well, if that's true, get out so I can take care of this,” Yagami ordered, pointing at the door.
“...No.” There was no way Higashi was going to leave him alone like this unsupervised.
“I'm sorry?”
“I can't leave you like this. What if something happens? I've never used this stuff before, I don't know what it might do to you, and I'm not going to be responsible if you fall and hit your head and die or something!” Higashi insisted, though honestly he would rather be anywhere else than in the same room as this.
“So you're just gonna sit there and watch me jack off, huh? Fucking pervert,” Yagami tried to get up to kick him out but immediately doubled over with a groan. Higashi rushed to his side to help.
“Shit, are you okay? What's going on?” Higashi asked, helping Yagami sit back up.
“Don't fucking touch me,” Yagami hissed, pulling his arm away. Higashi backed off, making sure Yagami could at least sit again, and walked to the kitchenette in the corner of the room.
“I'm not gonna watch, I'm just gonna be over here to make sure you don't get hurt or whatever,” he turned around, facing away from Yagami on the couch.
“Fuck you,” Yagami muttered, unzipping his fly. Higashi swallowed hard and tried to imagine literally anything else, but soon the silence of the room was filled with the wet, slapping sounds of Yagami trying to relieve himself, punctuated with short moans and gasps. Higashi shut his eyes tight, begging it to end quickly. He heard Yagami spit in his hand and start touching himself again. The sounds got faster, wetter- but his moans started to change, becoming more pained and turning into whimpers.
Higashi felt the heat start to rise in his own stomach. Fuck, are you kidding me? It was only a natural reaction, plus he did wake up today expecting a fuck, but not whatever this was. He took deep breaths and tried to calm down until Yagami interrupted his thoughts.
“FUCK!” Yagami cried out. Higashi turned around, too soon.
“Is it over?” he asked, looking at the wreck of a man. Yagami still had his cock in hand, and he leaned back on the couch, his other forearm against his sweaty forehead.
“No, it's not fucking over!” he shouted, shaking. Higashi turned around again, trying to forget what he saw.
“What am I supposed to do?!” he asked out loud to no one.
“Help me,” Yagami pleaded.
“What?”
“You did this to me, so you can help me fix this,” Yagami continued. Higashi did the math in his head and hated the solution.
“That's fucked, no way. I’ll just go,” Higashi wished he could leave, forgetting everything he said about staying. He never said anything about helping Yagami get off, this was too much.
“You know what's actually fucked? Leaving me alone like this. Who knows what might happen,” Yagami said, still touching himself. His cock was so hard, so wet from spit and precum leaking from the slit, twitching in his hand with no release. Higashi’s own cock started reacting to the sight despite his desire to leave the planet.
“What can I even do here?” he asked, turning around again, trying his best to hide himself.
“Oh, I don't know. What were you planning on doing with Kaito? I'm sure you have an idea or two,” Yagami answered with venom, despite his state.
“Just- shit, I don't know- use your left hand instead or something,” Higashi couldn't look at him- he leaned forward on the sink, full of dirty bowls, empty ramen cups, and the fucking teapot he never wanted to see again.
“My left- Come here and fix what you've done to me,”
“I can't,” Higashi said, his grip on the sink getting tighter. A moment passed, silent save for Yagami's laboured breathing.
“Higashi, don't make me beg. This hurts like hell,” Yagami said, quiet voice shaking. He was exasperated. Higashi was, too, but for a different reason. There wasn't going to be any way to escape this- Yagami was right. Even if he was the moron who drank the concoction himself, it would have never happened if Higashi hadn't made it- no, if he hadn't bought it- in the first place. And he’d been alone in their office, planning an illicit rendezvous. Unfortunately, helping to get Yagami through this was the least he could do to make things right, even just a small amount. Kaito would have to understand, otherwise Higashi's world would come crashing down.
“Higashi, please. Please help me,” Yagami whispered into the still office. Higashi clicked his tongue and turned around.
“Okay, damn it- what do I need to-” Higashi stopped in his tracks when he saw Yagami in the most lewd display he'd ever seen. He was splayed out on his back on the three-seater couch, completely naked, with one leg on the backrest and the other on the floor. His hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and his chest and face were flush with heat- his chest rising and falling with gasping breaths. One hand was still on his cock, stroking it gently- the other hand ran back through his hair, slicking it back and getting it out of the way.
“Please, Higashi…” Yagami looked as though he could break down and cry at any moment.
He never liked Yagami but this was too much. No one deserved to be made to feel so helpless, let alone to be seen like this. He can't believe he was planning on sharing that drink with Kaito- if he'd ended up like this, Higashi wouldn't be able to face him again. He took a few hesitant steps forward.
“Alright, ah, what should I do, like… give you a hand job or something?” he asked, past the point of averting his eyes. Yagami writhed on the couch, his back arching off the seat, and he groaned in frustration. Or was it pain?
“Fuck me,” he whispered, hiding his face with a hand. Higashi couldn't believe his ears or eyes. Surely there had to be another way. He couldn't do this- what about Kaito? Though if this were purely a medical intervention, it wouldn't count as cheating, would it? Though, to his horror, he was getting hard, after all.
“I… can't, what about Kaito?” Higashi found himself unbuckling his belt as he took another step. “He and I-”
“Please, Higashi,” Yagami interrupted, removing the hand from his face and looking into Higashi's eyes. “I won't tell him. I won't say anything and we can forget this ever happened.”
“But I-”
“If you can't get it up, I know a drink you could try,” Yagami slurred. He looked over at the full cup of tea left on the coffee table, no longer hot but still just as potent, according to the instructions.
“No, I- I’m not going to take that,” Higashi said, getting closer, unbuttoning his pants.
“Looks like you don't even need it, you're already…” Yagami's words fell out until he slowed and stopped. His head rolled to the side and his breaths got deeper, quieter. The room was suddenly far too quiet.
“Yagami?” Higashi stopped where he stood, waiting for Yagami to spit more insults or desperation in his direction, but nothing happened.
“Yagami, are you okay?! Talk to me!” He rushed over and knelt between the couch and table, face-level with the unconscious man. Oh, fuck. Was he dead? Did he accidentally poison Yagami to death with some stupid, scammy tea?! Kaito would be here later- what would he say if he stumbled upon this scene? What would he do? Higashi panicked, his hands shaking. He brought one up to Yagami's chest to feel for a heartbeat, and-
Yagami's torso rose in an arch like he'd been hit with an electric jolt, breathing in a huge gasp. He grabbed Higashi's wrist, keeping the hand touching his bare skin. It was so warm- so smooth.
“Higashi, please- I don't think I have much time,” Yagami begged.
“I- shit! SHIT! Okay, I'll- I'll help you,” Higashi reluctantly agreed, unbuttoning his dress shirt before Yagami stopped him.
“No- there's no time, just… fuck me, please,” Yagami whimpered. It really did seem like there wasn't a lot of time left, especially if passing out was a side effect. Higashi got up to kneel on the couch between Yagami's wide open legs. He unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out, mostly hard already thanks to his body's natural response. He jerked himself off with one hand, the other dug around his jacket pockets for a condom originally intended for what was supposed to be a fun afternoon with Kaito- not a nightmare scenario with Yagami, who still begged him to hurry underneath.
“I'm- one sec, I'm just-” Higashi fumbled with the condom, eventually rolling it down his own leaking shaft. “There, okay.” He shimmied forward and was about to line himself up when he stopped himself.
“Wait, I don't want you to get hurt- gimme a minute,” Higashi said. Yagami whined below, grinding up on nothing. Higashi felt like he should at least stretch him first, but was probably also delaying the inevitable. He spat on his hand and massaged Yagami's hole a bit, spreading the saliva around as a makeshift lubricant- but it almost felt unnecessary- Yagami was already wet down there. Was this another effect of the tea? Yagami moaned into his touch- it seemed to be helping a little bit.
“I'm just going to loosen you up a little, then I'll… I'll help, I promise,” Higashi said, tracing rings around Yagami's hole before slowly pushing a finger inside. Yagami hissed and grabbed onto the couch to ground himself.
“Are you okay? Is this too much?” Higashi asked, startled.
“I'm… I'm fine, that's good- that's really good. Keep going, please. Please, Higashi,” Yagami relaxed a bit again, though his skin was still hot and flush.
Higashi hadn't noticed at first, but Yagami had accepted that finger with no resistance. It was already so wet and hot inside of him. He added a second, then a third finger, with no problem. Was this also because of the tea?
“I'm ready, Higashi- please, I need you inside- please,” Yagami grinded down on Higashi's prodding fingers without any trouble, squeezing around him yet still with no release. Higashi didn't want to admit it, but this was hot as fuck. He had to remind himself that the only reason he was doing this was to help Yagami, and to take responsibility for drugging him into this humiliating state. He pulled his fingers out, Yagami groaning at the sensation, missing the feeling of being full.
“Alright, I'm, I'm going in,” Higashi said, swallowing hard and lining himself up with Yagami's hole. He writhed underneath him, in so much pain and discomfort, his stiff cock laying on his belly, dark and aching. Higashi pushed inside, inch by inch, with almost no resistance. It was so hot and felt so good, he thought, shamefully. Yagami's eyes widened and stuttered gasps escaped his throat as Higashi slowly went deeper.
“Are you okay?” Higashi asked, holding Yagami's hips for leverage. He was so turned on that it was almost impossible for him to start jackhammering away immediately. He hated himself for feeling this way, but he couldn't help it. At the very least, he could try to care for Yagami's well-being. He did his best to take his time so he wouldn't hurt him.
Yagami almost couldn't talk. His mouth opened and closed wordlessly as he tried to remember how to speak again. He nodded yes and managed to eventually whisper out a ragged yes as well. Satisfied, Higashi kept pushing forward until he bottomed out. Yagami's brows furrowed in pleasure, and he wrapped his legs around Higashi above him.
“I'm, I'm going to move now, okay?” Higashi asked- unconsciously rubbing reassuring circles into Yagami's hips as he held on. Yagami nodded vigorously.
“Fuck me, Higashi,” he begged, tightening his legs around Higashi's waist, grinding up against him.
Higashi couldn't hold back anymore- he bucked into Yagami in deep thrusts, yanking back on his hips to slam into him. Yagami moaned with each movement, his cock bouncing on his stomach.
“Harder- fuck, harder-” he begged, pulling Higashi deeper with his legs. Higashi obliged, moving his hands from Yagami's hips to his thighs, folding him and shuffling above to get deeper.
“Like- like this?” he asked, sweat dripping from his face onto Yagami's body. Yagami couldn't speak, he moaned loud and long in response. Yagami grabbed one of Higashi's hands and moved it to his own neglected cock.
“T-touch me, please,” he pleaded, using his other hand to hold back his thigh. Higashi slammed into Yagami and started pumping his cock in tandem. It was hot and heavy in his hands, wet and sensitive from before. This isn't how Higashi imagined his day going- he was ready for it all to end.
“Is this helping? Are you okay?” he asked, starting to lose himself in the sensations. The slap of his balls on Yagami's ass added to the vulgar symphony of moans and wet noises filling the room.
“It's so good- it's…” Yagami trailed off and grabbed the chain necklace around Higashi's neck, pulling him down into a deep kiss. Shocked, Higashi reluctantly reciprocated. This was all because of that stupid tea and if this kiss somehow helped Yagami get through this more quickly, he didn't have a choice but to play along. Their tongues intermingled, Yagami trying to go deeper. As Higashi fucked into him, Yagami's breath came out in stuttered moans, becoming trapped in Higashi's throat. He hummed into the sensation- it felt better than it had any right to.
Yagami pulled back, his head digging into the couch as he was fucked into the cushions. His breaths came out choppy, his moans short and getting faster as Higashi increased his pace. Higashi unfolded Yagami's legs, bringing them back down to his sides and fucking up into him from underneath, hitting his sweet spot over and over. One hand still pumped Yagami's cock, the other was pulled up to Yagami's chest, pressing against a pec.
“Pinch me,” Yagami said between breaths, his other arm over his head, grasping at the armrest. Higashi obeyed with what few brain cells were still firing- it was the least he could do. He gently pinched and twisted Yagami's nipple. Yagami pulled his guiding hand away to bite down on the back of it, to keep from crying out in pleasure and pain.
These secrets Higashi never thought he'd discover, let alone participate in- he’d have to do his best to forget them, overwrite them with anything, lest they emerge from his mind on cold, lonely nights, or god forbid, while being intimate with Kaito. The way Yagami moved and moaned beneath him, the way he shivered and wrapped himself tightly on Higashi's cock- he was in danger of becoming addicted to this feeling.
No- what was he thinking? Yagami didn't actually want this, it was thanks to whatever chemicals were affecting him from the drink. This would never happen again and it had to end quickly.
With renewed vigour, Higashi dug his hands into Yagami's thighs and pounded into him, the wood in the couch itself now groaning with the motion. He started jacking Yagami off again, the slick sounds drowned out only by Yagami's voice.
“Fuck- Higashi, I'm so close, I'm so-” Yagami struggled to form words as his body tightened around Higashi, who wasn't stopping. “There! Right there, keep going, please, don't stop- please, Higashi, please…”
The sweet sounds of Yagami begging pushed Higashi over the edge, grunting with each pulse of his cock as he came inside him.
“Keep going, keep going, keep going-” Yagami babbled. “I'm almost- I'm gonna come, I-”
Higashi kept thrusting, hitting that spot relentlessly and fisting his cock. Yagami's breath hitched and his back arched, shooting ropes of cum up over his chest and belly, Higashi fucking it out of him and milking him dry. His eyes shut tight, Yagami moaned through his orgasm, his body quivering through the aftershocks. Higashi, drunk on the oxytocin release, kept rocking into him, playing his voice like an instrument until he couldn't take it anymore.
“Higashi, stop, stop-” Yagami slurred, bringing his hand to Higashi's and removing it from his overstimulated cock. They were both silent, save for their panting for air and thick swallowing- chests heaving and hearts pounding. Yagami brought his other hand to Higashi's back, pulling him down.
He collapsed onto Yagami's chest, ruining his shirt with cum, but it was too late to care about any of that. They laid there for a few minutes, catching their breath and slowing their heart rates, until Yagami clumsily pushed Higashi up.
“Get out of me,” he mumbled, coming back to his senses. Higashi pulled out immediately and sat back on his calves, slipping out of his used condom and tying it off. Yagami awkwardly got up and stumbled to the kitchenette, where he grabbed a tea towel, soaking it a bit under hot water to wipe himself down.
“Are you okay?” Higashi asked from the couch, tucking himself back into his pants. He still couldn't believe what had happened, and didn't want to think about how good it felt.
“No, I'm not fucking okay,” Yagami answered, throwing the dirty tea towel into the sink. “But at least that's out of my system and I can get on with things.” He pulled up the underwear he retrieved from the floor, missing it on his first grab.
“I'm so sorry, I never-”
“Don't,” Yagami interrupted, pointing a finger at Higashi. “This never fucking happened and we're never talking about it again,” Yagami said, grabbing his jeans from the floor.
“Right, yeah…” Higashi got up and buckled his belt again, turning away to give Yagami some privacy, even though nothing of his was secret anymore.
“I can't fucking believe you,” Yagami continued, zipping up his jeans. He grabbed his shirt from the coffee table, slipping it on as Higashi moved to the sink area. He tossed out the condom, then tried to wipe down his shirt and pants the best he could, though he knew it wasn't effective.
“If there's any of that tea left, throw that shit out and never, ever do that again to anyone,” Yagami said, shrugging on his leather jacket. Higashi kept his mouth shut, there was clearly nothing else he could say. “Gonna be a long time before I accept any open drinks from you,” he finished, popping a cigarette between his lips with a shaking hand. Yagami grabbed his small duffel bag by the exit and left without another word, not bothering to shut the door behind him.
Higashi stood by the sink, the room still and suffocating around him, hot and stinking of sex. He walked over to the window, opening it to air the place out, and grabbed a clean tea towel to wipe up the cum and sweat off of the couch. He worked mechanically, stunned into just following the motions. Was Yagami okay? Was he okay? The experience was a nightmare, but how come he enjoyed parts of it? Was he a bad person? What would happen if he told Kaito? He'd have to tell him one day, right?
He scrubbed at the couch until it was as clean as it was going to get and looked down on it. Yagami had been so debased, so much like an animal in heat- he'd never even thought about him that way. It was terrifying; it was incredible. No. He looked down at his shirt, still stained with Yagami's cum. He lifted it, almost to his nose to instinctively check the scent, then quickly dropped it.
The mess wasn't coming off, but luckily he had left his Charles apron by the sink, so he rushed over and put it on to at least cover up for now. He tossed the empty tea tin into the trash, never to fall for this kind of scam again. If he wanted to spice things up with Kaito, he'd talk it through properly with him and just buy a toy or a costume or something. Then, a voice cut through the air.
“Ugh, this tea’s cold!”
Higashi whipped his head around to see Kaito standing by the coffee table holding up what used to be a full cup of tea- the one left at the start of all of this. When did he get in here?
“Kaito, what did you…?” Higashi’s heart turned to glass and threatened to shatter. He did not want to go through all of this again. Kaito handed him the empty cup by the kitchenette and clapped a hand on his shoulder.
“Next time let me know if it's a cold brew, alright? It's chilly out there and Yagami and I need to be warm on our stakeout.”
“S-sure, sorry,” Higashi looked at the traces of tea leaves in the empty cup. He didn't need to know how to read them to know that the future looked grim. “Did you… find that cat?” he asked, hoping to buy some time.
“Yeah, funny story- I looked all over for it, fluffy little white kitty- and managed to track it down after putting out a bunch of cat food. But when I brought it back to the owner, they already had their cat! I ended up taking the one I found to a shelter.”
“That's kinda weird, no? Usually you guys are more on top of things,” Higashi commented, only half paying attention.
“Yagami must have had old intel when he asked for my help, but it happens to the best of us. No big deal, I just got to rescue a different cat.”
Kaito laughed and Higashi chuckled nervously in response. He was observing Kaito- looking for any change in his body or behaviour.
“Listen, Higashi- I know you said you had a surprise for me, but that's not why I came. I just needed to grab some things for tonight's work,” Kaito said, disappointment in his voice.
“That wild cat chase ate up too much of my time, so I can't stick around, unfortunately. I'm sorry.” Kaito pecked a kiss to Higashi's temple and Higashi tried his hardest not to flinch and hoped Kaito wouldn't notice he'd just been fucking someone.
He couldn't leave like this- not someone like Kaito. Higashi had to stop him before it was too late.
“Kaito- wait, just- just stay and sit for a little while, okay? I just- I, uh, wanted to talk to you about something.” Higashi walked as calmly as he could to the door and closed it, locking it in secret. Kaito cocked an eyebrow and walked to the couch to sit.
“No!” Higashi herded him to the armchair across from it. “You can sit here, I'll take the couch.”
They sat in awkward silence for a bit, Higashi staring at Kaito and rotating an empty tea cup in his hands.
“You alright? You said you wanted to talk,” Kaito asked, breaking the silence. Higashi didn't know what to do. Well, he did, but was agonizing over it internally.
“Right, uh- how's the temperature in here? Is it too warm for you?” Higashi asked, trying another method. Kaito looked around the office, unsure of what he was searching for.
“Mm, nope. It's fine. We've got the heat controls down to a science in here,” he answered, chipper as usual. “Though are you hot? You've got the window open.”
“Ah, I was just airing it out in here. Felt a little stale, that's all,” Higashi couldn't tell him. “And… are you feeling okay?” Higashi continued.
“I'm fine, just a little weirded out by the sudden interrogation.”
“You're not feeling… pent up?” Higashi couldn't believe he was having this conversation. Kaito chuckled and stood up.
“Higashi, if this is some new flirting technique, it's not working very well,” Kaito said, grabbing the remaining small duffel bag from beside the exit. Higashi shot up, knocking the empty cup over on the table.
“Are you sure? That you're feeling alright?” Higashi eyed him up and down. He didn't seem too warm, he wasn't sweaty, and his pants didn't look tighter than usual, either. He did actually look fine, somehow. “I could make you a new cup of tea, a hot one to warm you up, and you could stay a while.”
“Well, aren't you the little housewife!” Kaito joked. “I promise you, I feel fine, but thank you. We can meet up later tonight if that's what you want, but I've really got to get to work. Are you alright? You're acting kinda weird. Weirder than normal.”
“I… Maybe I just need a little rest, sorry.” What was going on? Why wasn't Kaito being affected? The effects of the tea should have worked regardless of the temperature.
“That's okay, I hope you're feeling better later. I'll text you when we're done,” Kaito said, grabbing the door handle- but the door didn't open.
“Locked? Yeah, you gotta work on your game,” he teased, unlocking the door and leaving with a chuckle. Higashi stood alone in the office, dumbfounded. What was happening? Why did the tea only work on Yagami? He was insatiable- Higashi had never seen him like that and didn't even think it was possible. Maybe it was a difference in body mass…? He was snapped out of it when Kaito popped back in. Alright- it must be starting now- Higashi was ready.
“Everything okay?” Higashi asked, bracing for it.
“Oh- yeah, I just forgot part of my stakeout disguise.” Kaito opened a drawer and rustled around until he pulled out a blue baseball cap. The image of the hawker who initially gave him that flyer flashed through Higashi's mind.
“What's with the hat?” he asked, dreading the answer.
“Well, it's hush-hush for the stakeout, but Yagami and I have been dressed up as hawkers down on Pink Street to catch some bad guys threatening some hostesses. It's pretty serious, but I think we're gonna catch them soon.” He put the hat on and turned his head to show it off. “Heh, you've even walked past me before but didn't realize it. Do you like it? I picked the colour!”
Meanwhile, Higashi was turning a deep red as pieces started falling into place. “It's… great. Say, where's Yagami?” Higashi asked through gritted teeth.
Kaito stuffed the hat in his bag. “Probably down on Pink Street already, but we don't stand near each other- that way it's less suspicious and we get more coverage.” He turned towards the exit again. “Anyway, I'd better get going. Have a good night and we'll chat later!” Kaito gave a friendly wave and closed the door behind him.
Standing alone in the small office, Higashi fumed. The hawker, that tea… Was there ever anything special about it? His mind was buzzing and he felt like he was going to throw up. After waiting a moment to make sure he wouldn't run into Kaito, Higashi stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him, to look for the other hawker in the blue hat- to go find Yagami and kick his fucking ass.