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"Hello~ Hello~!"
"... Hi?" Irie looks up from his desk to see Ooishi standing in the doorway. He has a hand tucked into his pants pocket while he casually leans against the door frame.
For some reason he was missing his tie and the top few buttons were popped open giving Irie a good view of his chest. There was some gray chest hair sticking out and a fine sheen of sweat on the detective. Probably from working out in the heat.
"Do you have a band-aid?" he asks so nonchalantly like he's not an officer blocking the only exit. It's definitely suspicious.
His confusion must have been obvious because Ooishi lazily starts up, "I'm out and figured you'd have some. Considering you're a doctor and everything."
"Why not ask the people at the front desk?" Irie raised an eyebrow.
The detective smiled smugly, "Maybe I just like you, doctor."
Irie could feel himself roll his eyes, "What were you even doing?" The doctor got up to look for a band aid.
"Oh, this and that. Can't walk anywhere here without being stopped and asked to help with something or another..." he gestured to himself, which brought Irie’s attention to the sweat dripping down his chest under the slightly unbuttoned shirt. He looked back to the cabinet as the detective continued,"Somehow I got a cut on my finger... Wish I'd realized sooner and got something while I was out there."
Irie gave the bandaid to him, "Well, then you wouldn't have been able to see me." He sarcastically teased then dipped back into his tense professionalism, "Did you actually need something?"
Ooishi laughed but his eyes sharpened with obvious annoyance. It was so easy to see just how irritated the doctor was with him, "Just curious~ Nfufufu," he wrapped the small cut on his finger while he spoke, "You’re pretty sharp. I'm sure we're bound to have another incident at the next festival and there’s my own interests until then... Can I count on your help?"
"Of course, I'll help with any incidents in Hinamizawa, but why do you even need my help with your other cases?” His voice dripped with thinly veiled malice, “Can’t you do your own work?”
Another bitter laugh. He smiled like he was bearing fangs, gripping the doctor's shoulder just enough to add pressure, "It helps to get an outside perspective. I just wanted to ask to be polite, you know? You do know how to be polite, right?"
"Enough. Let go," he glared back, "I can only be so kind. For the sake of our jobs, can we at least pretend to tolerate each other?"
Ooishi let his hand slide down to a much softer grip on his bicep, still holding Irie in place,"Hm, yes, yes, you’re right, doctor. I can do that… Can you?"
The detective actually rubbed small circles into his arm. It was the closest they'd get to an actual apology. It was... quite nice in a way that Irie didn't want to think about. “ Yes ,” he hissed in a way that betrayed how he felt.
"But you can’t blame me for getting mad when you're being a bit of a brat."
He sputtered, causing Ooishi to laugh, “I do not…”
“Yes, yes, of course not.” He waved as he turned to leave with a smirk
“Hey! Where are you going!?”
“Hm? Back to the office. I have work to do, don’t I?” he almost shut the door before swinging it right back open, “By the by, do you mind if I visit?”
“Yes. I do. Very much so.”
“I’ll visit. Don’t miss me too much, doctor.” He winked… Eugh…
“I won’t.” Irie sneered as the door closed. It just made that weasel of man laugh again as he left the clinic. God, Oyashiro-sama, or whoever the hell is out there, he swears he’ll kill that man.
The detective on the other hand was having a blast. It really was worth stopping by just to mess with him. It was only a whim. Well, he did have a hunch more was going on at the clinic, but that’s it. Bothering Irie was much more worth his time… Even if he’s a little prick at times.
“ Besides I like a challenge, ” Ooishi smiled to himself.
After that, every once in a while, Ooishi showed up at his office door with a Manila file he’d ask Irie to take a look at. He’d explain the problem and give warnings when needed and offer him a way out. The doctor would take a look anyway and occasionally be told that his analysis was “insightful” or “helpful” then Ooishi would leave.
Though this all seemed rather personal and unofficial.
Ooishi hid names and faces and was generally very vague. Certain details sounded familiar and it was obvious enough that this was related to the yearly incidents. Some days he wouldn’t even bring a file and would just ask for details on different villagers.
Dr. Irie once asked the detective if this was even an official case assigned to him or personal work. His only response was to chuckle and shrug…
It was just business and it slowly became routine. Irie had actually learned to work (almost) well with the detective, but they didn’t really speak to each other.
The next time Irie actually spoke with him, he was out at that cute maid cafe Angel Mort when he sat across from him.
“Hello hello, doctor. This seat taken?” He slid into the booth and got comfy before even asking. Folding his coat beside him and leaning forward with a grin.
“Yes… by you…” is what Irie wanted to say but instead he gave a polite smile and said, “No, did you want to eat together?”
“Oh, that’d be nice! I think… I’ll get one of those cute parfaits… mm well… thanks for letting me sit with you.” He drew out every syllable, purposefully taking as long as possible to say what he had to. Christ, Irie swears it’s just to annoy him, but logically, it’s probably just how he forces people to listen to him.
“It’s no problem…”
They sat there as the waitress came along ( ah the uniform here is too cute~ ) and took Ooishi’s order. He had a coffee and strawberry parfait which he seemed to enjoy sipping…
Very…
Slowly…
“Is there something you wanted to discuss?” Irie tersely asked, his smile strained, “One of your many inquiries?”
“Hm?” He looked up from his coffee with a slightly bored look, “No need to spoil the food with talk of work. Why don’t we just chat and relax?”
Alright, no more being polite. He found being direct was the best way to handle Ooishi.
“To be completely honest with you, I’d rather interact as little as possible outside of work. I want to get back to my desert and to the lovely ladies here.”
Which only earned him a laugh. Great.
“There it is! Come now! There’s no harm in getting a little closer! Makes us better partners in the long run. Nfufufu!” He just smiled more, clearly amused.
The doctor decided to focus on the waitstaff instead, muttering spitefully, “I’d rather be closer to one of these beautiful girls…”
”What? Do I need to wear a maid dress to get your attention?” The detective slyly smiled hoping to rile up the younger man.
Irie looked back at him coldly with no trace of sarcasm, “That could do for a start. Then you could get on your knees and call me master and beg for forgiveness.”
Ooishi stopped laughing (finally) and stared back in shock, “You… have quite the imagination…”
Ooishi was aware that Dr. Irie enjoyed maids, but… he’s quite forward, hm? He’d vaguely remembered some children mentioning his “maid mode”? Hopefully, the doctor doesn’t actually act like that in public.
“Maybe if you feed me like a proper maid, I’ll forgive you.” He smiled smugly at the thought.
“You’re a bit of a deviant, huh? Nfufufu~!” He laughed while reaching for Irie’s spoon. Ooishi hadn’t planned on flirting today but who was he to resist playing with his favorite toy. He leaned over the table a bit as he held out a bite of Irie’s pudding, “Say ‘Ah’.”
The doctor short circuited, “y- You…” but he’s a maid fanatic first and a man second, “You have to do it properly and call me master.”
“Ohh, I see~. So, say ‘Ah’, master.” Ooishi held his jaw this time, lifting his chin slightly.
“A- ahhh- mmmph… mm…..” Irie had closed his eyes while taking the bite. The detective was still holding his jaw. Augh, his face felt like it was on fire. He slid the spoon out from Irie’s closed lips.
“There’s a good boy.” That should not affect him as much as it does. The pudding was smooth in his mouth and he couldn’t help but think about it being… something else. Ooishi looked unbelievably smug. His thumb sweetly caressed his face. God, he must look like a mess right now.
“This feels like sexual harassment…”
“You asked,” he drew back and propped up his head with his hand, “Are you into that sort of thing, doctor?”
“Shut up…” he noticeably squirmed. Ooishi definitely saw that.
“Well, well, can’t imagine how much of a mess you’d be if I was actually wearing one of those outfits.” He softly chuckled.
If he was… if he was…
His chest would be bursting out of the top. For god’s sake, the man has a massive rack. It’d probably be so tight you could see his nipples poking out and the way it’d hug to his stomach. Defining every curve so everything would be on display.
Irie can still remember the little bit of cleavage he was able to see that day. He could so vividly imagine how it would accentuate his chest covered in gray hairs. Then down lower… sure, a longer maid dress is nice, but the short fluffy ones definitely have more sex appeal! He’d make him wear thigh highs with the stays to keep them up, clearly visible under the petticoat. They would grip his skin making it bulge out where it wasn’t confined.
Irie would definitely have Ooishi in the cutest little white panties he could find. It’d grip so tightly that the detective couldn’t hide a thing. That’d wipe that ridiculous smirk off his face.
Or maybe he’d own it and use it against Irie to fluster him.
Ooishi has this commanding air that’s better suited to being a master, but a domineering maid is unbelievably sexy. It’s almost like gap moe. He can imagine him giving commands with a smug look, letting his eyes wander over Irie’s skin as he makes him—
“Uh… you alright, doctor? You’re looking a little pink there…”
This is a dangerous line of thought.
“I- I don’t know if they’d have it in your size.”
“Right…” Ooishi had raised an eyebrow looking completely perplexed.
“I think I could probably fit into one—”
“Uh-huh…”
“— but God, your chest…”
“Are- are you asking me to… ?” This is an amusing direction that Irie is taking. The detective was actually feeling a little hot under the collar.
Irie clears his throat, “As fun as this has been, I think I should be going.”
“You didn’t finish your pudding.”
“You can have it.” He hastily put 20k yen on the table. Way too much for the little thing, “For yours as well. Goodbye Detective.”
He rushed out of the cafe.
“Okay…” that sure was an experience that Ooishi sure just had.
Sure it’s really fun to mess with Irie. The man was very passionate and said a lot of strange things that even took him off guard.
But… this made him think…
He’d been playing with the doctor, just flirting to draw out a reaction, but Ooishi started to think he might actually have a shot. His little crush may be reciprocated…
Ooishi chuckled to himself, pulling over the pudding to his side, “Well, isn’t this fun? The only thing left is to catch him.”
Irie rushed into his home tossing the keys to his car aside. The door slammed and he stood at the entrance. His forehead thudded against the door as he groaned in frustration.
This can’t be happening to him. Not with that man . He cannot and will not like Ooishi Kuraudo of all people.
The places where Ooishi had touched him almost seemed to burn.
He’d been turned on when the detective put such foul imagery into his mind, but it just got worse the more he thought. Good lord, if he could just stop thinking!
Irie knocked his head on the door.
This is all that bastard’s fault. He’s the one who put the thought in his head. Irie had absolutely no interest in men like him . So boorish, gross, stubborn, temperamental, and so … revealing .
“That popped button was a deliberate ploy…” Irie muttered.
So so very-
Irie found his hand brushing where Ooishi held his chin, trying to replicate the feeling. He leaned into it gritting his teeth so as to not whine.
Handsome.
He couldn’t be that needy. There had to be someone- anyone else- in this god forsaken town who even slightly caught his attention. There could be… hm no… most people here are married, dying, or painfully straight…
Sadly, there really wasn’t anyone else. None of them were like him.
His other hand slipped down to palm himself through his pants. His hips stuttered as the heat in his stomach grew.
It’d been way too long for Irie. It was honestly sad. It didn’t help that he was avoiding the issue entirely like some tsundere school girl.
“This is too embarrassing,” Irie felt like dying, his face bright red.
He palmed himself through his pants only adding to the discomfort. Moaning into his hand, Irie found he didn’t have enough willpower to actually care.
The detective wouldn’t have let him touch himself like this. He would have pushed him up against Irie and whispered the worst things in his ear. Pinned to the door, Ooishi would press against his back and grind against his ass.
Irie had mimicked the pose he imagined and pushed his hands flat against the door and bent over. The daydream Ooishi’s hands trailing up his shirt mirrored by Irie’s hand..
In his impatience, the doctor undid his belt and pushed his pants down. Exposing himself, he shuddered at the chill. It was already wet and had soaked through his underwear. He gripped the base of his dick and stifled a moan into his palm. Irie rested his head against the door for support as he tried his best to stay standing.
Oh, how he’d be so slow that it hurt, drawing it out as long as possible. All just to hear him beg as rubbed the head of his dick. He would slide his hand up and down at a leisurely pace all the while whispering sultry things in his ear
Irie whined into his hand “Pleasepleasepleaseplease—“
What would he have thought seeing Irie like this? Bent over and whining against his own hand. His cock leaking and leaving him sticky. Part of him hopes he’d watch. Irie picked up his pace, panting and whining with every new thought.
He imagined him watching Irie fall apart for the detective and touching himself. How smug he’d be… then leaning in, “Doc~ tor~… Cum for me.”
Irie lost himself, letting out the neediest moan as he came all over the door.
The doctor stood trying to catch his breath.
“ Shit. ”
Irie might be avoiding the detective. Might. Very strong might be. There’s no proof that he is.
Last time was dangerous. Maid mode got away from him and some… questionable choices were made. It’s unbelievable that anyone could think of that weasel like that… Even if he did…Even if he hasn't stopped… But it’s fine.
He’s reading on a bench in this awful heat. Hopefully, the peace and quiet will last
“Hellll~ Ooo~, Doc~ Torrrr~!” He enjoys that too much. Holding onto every word in the most annoying way possible. Ooishi had pulled his book away from his face. Irie was trying to enjoy some peace free from those thoughts, but someone - no, not “someone”- Ooishi is purposely trying to ruin his life.
His mind screamed of the danger he was currently in and urged him to run. Irie went to stand then suddenly his shoulder was grabbed tightly and he was pushed down
“Sit.”
He glared colded holding Irie’s gaze before his gaze softened and he smiled, “Stay a while.”
It’s just the heat getting to him… it’s starting to get dangerous again. He has to force himself to breathe out a word.
“…okay.”
“Good.” He sits next to the doctor sliding his arm around Irie’s shoulders, holding him in place. It’s too hot. His face is flushed.
“What a hot day, huh?” Ooishi was still smiling at him. All he could handle was a nod.
“Well~ well~… Not very talkative today, hm? … Now~, don’t look away from me. Nfufufu! Tell me what’s on your mind?”
“Don’t you have a job?” He smiled sickly.
“Don’t you?”
“I have the day off today.”
“Well, what makes you think that I don’t?”
“I know you don’t.”
They both sat there in silence gritting their teeth trying to hold up their faux smiles. The air was electric with hostility.
Ooishi was… annoyed, to say the least. Finally, it felt like this could be more than a game, but then the good doctor decides to up and ghost him. How rude! It was hard enough tracking him down. He was about to put out an APB on him (maybe he’d claim he stole something from Ooishi. Ha!).
The detective visited the office multiple times only to be turned away at the desk. He even tried to bump into him at the school or cafe with no luck. It was honestly baffling. As a matter of fact, this meeting was just a fluke, yet the second he sees him, Irie tries to run without a word. Rude!
“Soooo… what happened to tolerating each other, hm?”
“I have been…” Irie said through gritted teeth, looking anywhere else.
“You’ve been avoiding me.” Ooishi smiled in a way that didn’t quite meet his eyes.
“I-! I was just spending my time doing other stuff!” Irie started to bluff (poorly).
“By avoiding me?”
“I have been doing everything I can to help you with your whatever cases! With no thanks mind you! S-So what if I just don’t care anymore?!”
“Oh~! Well, good job just putting up with me!” Ooishi cruelly teased, placing a hand in Irie’s hair, petting his head, “It must have been sooo tough for you…Here, why don’t I treat you? It had to have been so hard to just pick up a fucking phone and tell me that you’re done. I’ll make make it up to you, make you feel special, for sacrificing soooo much of your time to humor me .” He growled into Irie’s ear. He was clearly pissed and it racked him with guilt, but God be damned if it didn’t make him want to throw himself at the detective.
Ooishi watched as the doctor turned three shades pinker, “Doc~Tor~?” he kept his fingers tangled in his hair, seeming to only make it worse.
Irie’s brain had fuzzed over. Miraculously he managed to rein in every single cell in his body so he didn’t do something regrettable.
Ooishi, however, was still blinded by rage, “Answer me.” He ground his teeth and pulled Irie’s hair in rage.
“Mmn…!” Irie bit down and covered his mouth a little too late.
Ooishi immediately let go. All that rage seemed to fade away. Irie was flushed and covering his mouth looking absolutely horrified.
“Did you just…?”
Irie looked anywhere that wasn’t Ooishi. Wow! Look at those trees! And that sky! Beautiful! How he wishes he was anywhere that wasn’t here at this moment!
“Doctor… Did you avoid me for any particular reason?”
Irie shook his head violently.
“Really…” Ooishi looked very unimpressed, “Does it have anything to do with the cafe?”
He shook his head again.
“Or with how… I treat you?”
He shook his head
“How about when I flirt with you?”
Irie was stock-still and somehow got even redder. It was almost impressive if not concerning.
Ooishi leaned in and played with Irie’s hair “Kyousuke~, You need to answer me…”
With a whine, the doctor leaned into the crook of his neck, gripping the front of his shirt, “That’s not fair. You can’t use first names.”
“Oh~ I’m so sorry, baby.” Ooishi was very very happy with this turn of events and immediately pulled Irie into his arms.
“And pet names! What’s wrong with you!” He tightened his grip on his stupid black shirt.
The detective suddenly remembered he was trying to be mad. “Doctor, you need to apologize to me and explain why you’re avoiding me.”
“You know why,” he snapped, “Are you seriously going to make me say it?”
“I don’t think I do know~” Irie could hear him smiling. He was gonna kill him.
“I hate you. I hate you so much,” Ooishi hummed in agreement to this, “… I had a moment in the cafe that was… embarrassing, so I thought it was better to have some space…”
“And?”
Irie grit his teeth “And I’m sorry for just suddenly disappearing…”
“Mm, and what did we learn?”
“What did I-?” Irie leaned back to look at Ooishi, the smug bastard, “What are you talking about?”
“Perhaps you learned it's better to accept your feelings rather than ignore them especially when they’re very obviously reciprocated?” He raised an eyebrow and irie was very suddenly aware of how close he was.
“Oh…”
“Yeah. ‘Oh’ .”
Irie stopped and leaned back with a curious look, “You… You’ve been purposefully flirting with me this whole time? Not as a joke.”
“Well… if you had asked me before, I would’ve told you I was playing with you,” Ooishi smiled slyly, “However. I’ve surprised even myself … I guess~ I’m more serious about you than I thought.”
“D-don’t say things like that! Oh, this can’t be happening to me. I can’t be doing this with you.” Irie groaned.
Ooishi smiled at the doctor putting his head in his hands. He pulled Irie’s head up, “What are you - Hmph?!”
The detective held his chin and pulled him into a kiss. It was sweet for a second but the two of them repeatedly kissed harder with more and more need, the older man pushed him away with a chuckle, “Let's not get in trouble for public indecency, hm?”
“If you don’t get us out of here now, I’ll never speak to you again,” Irie hissed.
“Nfufufu~ Of course…”
The nearest place just so happened to be Irie’s place. He fumbled desperately trying to open the door before anyone saw exactly who he was with while Ooishi casually smoked a cigarette.
“That desperate?” He was clearly amused by the doctor’s struggle.
“Shut up…” he practically threw open the door, trying to rush Ooishi, but he just calmly snuffed out his smoke.
Irie threw all his stuff onto the table to protect it.
As soon as he was in, the door was shut and he pulled Ooishi directly into a kiss. Tugging desperately on the back of his shirt, Irie shoved his tongue down his throat trying to wrap their tongues together. His teeth scraped along Irie’s tongue as he shoved it down further. He bitterly thought that Ooishi could choke on it.
When they broke for breath, he reached for Ooishi’s tits and pushed him against the door while squeezing through the fabric.
“Shit~!” He panted, gripping Irie’s shoulders, “ Ah haha~ You really like my chest huh?”
He looked so deadly serious as he tore at his buttons, “That day… you opened up your shirt on purpose… for me…”
“Hmmm~, perhaps that crossed my mind~.” He smiled coyly ,but hadn’t realized that his shirt was fully open. Irie slid his hands up Ooishi’s torso, fingers splayed, and roughly grabbed the old man’s tits causing his breath to hitch and he swore.
His hands slowly petted at the gray hair covering his whole chest. His boobs sagged with spider veins showing beneath the skin, better outlining the shape of his chest. Irie pushed them up and kneaded at them squeezing hard. He used one hand to pinch a nipple drawing a small breathy moan from Ooishi. He continued with that hand and leaned down and finally pushed a boob in his mouth.
Irie swirled his tongue around his nipple as Ooishi whined. He sucked on his tit while squeezing at the bottom of it. It made him lewdly think of drinking from the old man, and he sucked in as much of Ooishi’s boob as he could fit in his mouth and released it. He went back in to kiss his nipple and pinch it between his lips.
“F-fuuuck~ hahh~!” Even during sex he had to hold out every syllable. Ooishi had ended up putting his hands above his head to give the doctor better access. His face was red with blush and his eyes clouded with lust.
Irie released the breast he’d abused and licked fervently at Ooishi’s other nipple making him moan more. He pushed the nub back and forth with the tip of his tongue, lapping at it like a dog.
He kissed both of the old man’s tits and trailed down to his stomach, hands falling with him. Those hands caressed everything he could reach and wantonly squeezed at his sides eventually kneading into his stomach. Irie kissed at his belly button and slid his tongue along any stretch marks he could find.
“Ahh haha~! Have you been thinking about this, doctor?” Ooishi’s tone was cocky but Irie could tell how riled up he really was.
He finally kissed the bulge in Ooishi’s pants, hands gripping his thighs. The doctor nuzzled his dick while sucking a wet spot into the fabric. The detective keened at this, letting out a noise somewhere between a growl and a moan.
He grabbed Irie’s hair and pulled him back before he lost all composure.
“Wait, I’ll- Hahh~ I’m an old man y’know? Doing this against a wall isn’t great for my back. Give me a moment…” That was close; he almost got swept up in Irie’s passion and finished too soon.
As he took a breath, he looked down to see Irie looking a total mess. His hair was thoroughly messed up and there was spit covering his chin and red lips. The doctor breathed heavily as he looked back at him with something he could only call want.
Irie saw something similar as he looked up to see how the detective panted and drooled down his chest. He saw his own spit making the detective shine. How his nipples swelled and perked up from their abuse. Ooishi looked down at him with need.
Ooishi grabbed Irie’s chin, pulling him up, “Bedroom?”
He grabbed the detective’s hand and pulled him to the bed. As soon as they were in there, Ooishi pushed him down and crowded over him.
“I need you to be a good boy for me, okay?” Irie nodded almost violently, earning him a small chuckle, “That’s my boy.”
Ooishi caressed his cheek with his rough hands, and Irie felt insane. His hands trailed over his arms, pushing them above his head, as he moved up to straddle Irie’s chest. Irie felt the detective’s dick press against his chest. Ooishi grabbed onto his wrists and pulled a pair of cuffs.
“I’m going to restrain you. Are you alright with that?” His voice was way too sweet. It was doing a number on Irie but he was able to nod again, “Mm, okay, if you need to stop, tell me so.”
The cuffs clicked loosely around his wrists and bound his arms above his head.
Ooishi looked down at the doctor and cupped his face in his hands slowly playing with his cheeks. Irie was so red in the face and was like putty in his hands leaning into every touch.
“You’re too cute~,” He couldn’t take it and ended up pressing kisses against every part of his face. It was a miracle Ooishi hadn’t jumped him sooner.
Kisses and hands trailed down Irie’s body, lifting up his shirt so Ooishi had greater access to his stomach. The detective abused his skin while his hands started undoing his belt.
Irie whined something that sounded vaguely like a please and thrusted as he pulled his pants down.
“Sit still.”
Ooishi’s tongue slid up his thigh closer and closer to his dick. Did he really have to do everything at such a nauseatingly slow pace? Irie must have let out a needy whine because he chuckled and rubbed his other thigh to calm him, “ Be patient.”
He did his best to nod. Ooishi went back down, laying soft kisses all about his inner thighs. It’s like his skin was alight with lust. He finally laid a kiss on the head of his dick through his boxers. Irie gasped and whimpered as the detective kissed and licked him though the fabric.
Ooishi buried his head between his thighs, gripping them hard enough to leave fingerprints
He felt the pressure building in his stomach like an itch he couldn’t scratch. It wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed release
“P-Please…”
He pulled away. Irie swears it’s because he hates him, the smug bastard had the gall to say, “Please… what…?”
His face was heating up, “Please.. mm… please put it in your mouth…”
Ooishi kept squeezing his legs, “I remember you telling me something about ‘doing it properly’?”
“Smug bastard,” Irie gritted his teeth.
“I can’t hear you~,” he pinched his thigh.
“Awh.. mm…p- please please please master! Please, I need it! I need you to- mmh- I need you t- to suck my cock please!”
“Whining and teary eyed… That’s a good look on you…” Ooishi mused watching the blond squirm under him.
He leaned forward and placed a kiss on his cheek, caressing his cheek with a calloused thumb, “Good boy, “ Ooishi mumbled into his ear. Irie groaned.
In a swift motion he tore Irie’s briefs off. He shuttered from the cold but didn’t have enough time to adjust before he felt Ooishi’s warm breath. His tongue slid along the underside of his dick before he placed a kiss directly on the head.
“Ooishi! I’m gonna-”
He immediately popped off and caught his breath.
“Not yet.”
Ooishi looked over at the nightstand which Irie immediately picked up on, “Top drawer, please.”
“Nfu fu fu~! You want it so bad huh? Need me to fuck you, huh?”
“Sh-shut up…”
Ooishi pulled out a bottle of lube and pulled the doctor’s boxers off letting his dick spring out. He sighed in relief. Ooishi coated his hands and reached down leaning over the doctor and keeping his legs propped up.
He slowly began to massage a single digit into his ass, stretching him. Irie whined and pushed into him, “I can take it, come on.”
“Oh~? Were you thinking of me?” He slowly pushed in his middle finger too as Irie continued to pant. He was already pretty loose, but Ooishi was enjoying seeing him squirm. He pushed his fingers deeper and scissored them out to stretch him further. Ooishi pulled his fingers almost all the way out and saw the relief on the doctor’s face that he’s almost about to get what he wants only to slam back in and continue to thrust.
“Ah! Ihhhh! Ooishi pleaseee!” He pleaded with tears in the corners of his eyes, “I’ll—!”
“Okay, okay, how could I say no to that face?” He pulled his fingers out of his ass and backed up to take off all his clothes.
He grabbed the lube from the side table again and poured it over his dick.
Irie watched intently and could see the huge dick that sprung out of his pants. He was already leaking and bit his lip as he rubbed the lube over himself.
He lined up with Irie’s hole and pressed the tip against him, “Say it, Kyousuke~. Tell me what you want.”
“You’re a pervert. Just—-“
“I could stop.”
“Ah wait! I-,” Irie blushed furiously, “… dammit I- Ooishi please f-fuck me, use me! I want you to slam into me and cum i-inside please~!”
Ooishi grinned as he slammed into Irie at a brutal pace making him scream out. They were both already at the end of their wits. Ooishi knew neither of them would last long.
Irie cried out as Ooishi’s dick stretched his ass. He thrusted into him and held Irie tightly.
“Fuck! I’m! Hahhh!! P-please I’m gonna cum, Ooishi!” Irie pulled against the handcuffs, bruising the skin.
“Then cum for me.” Ooishi growled into his ear and Irie fell apart whining and squeezing around Ooishi’s dick even harder. He spurted onto the detective’s stomach.
Ooishi groaned and thrust deep inside, cumming and coating Irie’s insides.
Ooishi collapsed on Irie panting, still inside. He slid out with a groan. His cum leaking out of Irie’s ass.
The detective removed the cuffs and the both collapsed holding each other still breathing heavy.
“We should do this again sometime,” Ooishi chuckled.
“Mm,” Irie nodded, “I’ll be sure to get a maid dress ready for you.”
“A wha-?”