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Well, that's a hell of a way to start a new job.
Looking after idols was supposed to be a step down on the difficulty scale. They're not supposed to have enemies or risky connections, especially not relatively new ones like this. The only real obstacle is supposed to be personality quirks and the one Akihiro had been assigned to seemed pretty easy to manage. At least he hadn't ended up shadowing the loud blond one or the sickly redhead. Both of them seem like a pain for very different reasons.
But somehow this guy already has a stalker, the sort of stalker that corners him when he's supposedly alone with a roll of duct tape in her bag, a pair of scissors slipped up her sleeve, and fuse that's already lit and burning down fast. The scuffle had only taken a few seconds to resolve but it had clearly left quite the impact on his charge. That's the only reason he can figure that the two of them are all the way out in Hinohara now, laying low in some rental house or another until Mitsuki feels up for heading back.
Well, Akihiro won't complain. It's basically a vacation for him, too, considering that watching after someone in tiny little village is much easier than doing the same thing in Shinjuku or Shibuya or anywhere else idols tend to preform. It's quiet and he has booze and the guy he's watching is easy enough to get along with. He's set to have a pretty good week, and that means it's hard for him to maintain any veneer of professionalism. So when they're settled in after dinner and the sun is most of the way below the horizon, it only feels natural to offer Mitsuki a cocktail with a casual, "Here."
... Wait, is this kid old enough to drink? Well... whatever.
Looking after idols was supposed to be a step down on the difficulty scale. They're not supposed to have enemies or risky connections, especially not relatively new ones like this. The only real obstacle is supposed to be personality quirks and the one Akihiro had been assigned to seemed pretty easy to manage. At least he hadn't ended up shadowing the loud blond one or the sickly redhead. Both of them seem like a pain for very different reasons.
But somehow this guy already has a stalker, the sort of stalker that corners him when he's supposedly alone with a roll of duct tape in her bag, a pair of scissors slipped up her sleeve, and fuse that's already lit and burning down fast. The scuffle had only taken a few seconds to resolve but it had clearly left quite the impact on his charge. That's the only reason he can figure that the two of them are all the way out in Hinohara now, laying low in some rental house or another until Mitsuki feels up for heading back.
Well, Akihiro won't complain. It's basically a vacation for him, too, considering that watching after someone in tiny little village is much easier than doing the same thing in Shinjuku or Shibuya or anywhere else idols tend to preform. It's quiet and he has booze and the guy he's watching is easy enough to get along with. He's set to have a pretty good week, and that means it's hard for him to maintain any veneer of professionalism. So when they're settled in after dinner and the sun is most of the way below the horizon, it only feels natural to offer Mitsuki a cocktail with a casual, "Here."
... Wait, is this kid old enough to drink? Well... whatever.
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It's difficult, though, when letting Akihiro at his back means arching up against him and the combination of contact, sensuality in the kiss, and just a little bit of pain turns his hum into a whine. It's embarrassing enough that Mitsuki feels his face get red, and that's embarrassing enough to make it spread down his neck. It's a domino effect of him revealing way more than he means to.
It doesn't go any better when Akihiro goes for his pants, either. Mitsuki's fingers tense up against Akihiro's scalp and on his shoulder, and he breaks the kiss for a deep breath that's not quite quick enough to be a gasp. The breath lets him relax, though, hands smoothing back out as he lets the air out more slowly before speaking. "It's fine." As if nothing else happening hadn't already more than conveyed that.
it's cool, it happens!
Still, even though Akihiro doesn't slow down, he does elect to come at the issue a little bit sideways. He leaves his hands at Maitsuki's waist so that he can drag open the zipper slide his hand between the layers of fabric. He's not trying to tease, exactly, but his touches are slow and deliberate as gently kneads Miatsuki's cock through his boxers.
Akihiro isn't content to stay still himself, however. With their kiss finally broken he takes the opportunity to slide himself down, pressing soft kisses and sharp nips to Mitsuki's throat, chest, and stomach all the way.
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He shifts his legs a little further apart when Akihiro undoes his zipper, lifting his head a bit to try to see what he's doing. Rather than starting to take his pants down too, Akihiro's touch instead stays tantalizingly on top of the fabric. Mitsuki runs one encouraging hand along his arm while the other continues to scratch at his scalp even as his kisses move lower.
"That's really nice..."