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Narumi Gen has never been one for dressing up. Yes, he loves putting on his battle suit because it makes him look awesome as fuck, but the typical captain getup? Not his cup of tea. His typical captain uniform is currently the only thing properly hanging in his closet, since it’s the only thing he never wears. His presence is just as domineering in a t-shirt and sweats as it would be in that stuffy uniform, anyway.
Unfortunately, there are rare occasions when he doesn’t get a choice in the matter. A gala dedicated to the new recruits of the defense force, recruits who had to deal with the cataclysmic events of Kaiju No 9 all within their first year in the force, is one of them. And Narumi is expected not only to dress nicely, but he also has to play nicely, too.
“There will be no taunting, teasing, or swearing for the duration of the event.” Hasegawa lectures, handing Narumi his freshly steamed uniform. “You will be respectful to everyone there, including Vice Captain Hoshina.”
“He always starts it!” The captain whines, begrudgingly taking the uniform.
“I’m sure he does.” His words drip with sarcasm, expression staying infuriatingly stoic. “The gala starts at 19:00. If you’re not in the event hall by 18:55, I’ll send Director General Shinomiya to come looking for you. Which I’m sure he wouldn’t be happy about.”
“I know, I know. Early is on time, and on time is late. I’ve heard this speech a million times, I get it.”
“And I’ll keep repeating it until you actually start listening.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll see you tonight.” He not-so-subtly starts nudging Hasegawa towards the exit. He has a game he could be playing right now, only three levels from the final boss! His vice captain never seems to understand how busy he is.
“Oh yeah,” The slight smirk on Hasegawa’s face scares him–why is he smiling? Narumi didn’t even know he could do that! “Ichikawa will be there tonight, too. You wouldn’t want to keep him waiting, would you?” Evil! Hasegawa is pure evil!
Narumi’s right eye twitches as he fights off any sort of reaction; he will not give the older man the satisfaction! “Of course.” After that, he finally gets Hasegawa out the door and into the hall, leaving Gen alone in his quarters.
He checks his watch, 16:00 flashing back at him in bright green font. Guess he’d better get in the shower.
You wouldn’t want to keep him waiting, would you? Hasegawa’s words ring in his mind as an afterthought. Fuck that old hag and his manipulative tactics. He’s just getting ready early because he doesn’t want Isao on his ass all night!
That’s all.
Although the image of Reno’s cute little ass in his tight-fitting uniform might give him a little motivation. Just a little.
He gets to the event hall at 18:53, hair freshly styled and face cleanly shaven. He does look pretty damn good if he does say so himself, even if the jacket feels suffocatingly stiff around his shoulders.
Hasegawa greets him with a curt nod, but the barely-there smirk looks much too smug for Narumi’s liking.
“Well, look who’s on time for once.” Bowlcut’s infuriatingly chipper voice immediately draws his attention.
“Figured it would be nice of me to grace the new recruits with my presence, so they wouldn’t be stuck staring at your ugly mug all night.” He rolls his eyes, slowly turning to face the menace from the third division. “Where’s the rest of your crew?” He feigns nonchalance, wishing his coat had pockets for him to shove his hands in.
The vice captain smirks, a small fang peaking out at the action. “Ichikawa will be here later with the others; they have a separate meeting to attend first.” Mention of the blond has Narumi’s heart skipping a beat. This is why Reno should be in his division. His.
Food is finally being served by the time the first years enter the ballroom. Narumi’s eyes immediately gravitate towards his lavender-eyed boyfriend, who’s smiling shyly at something Hibino said.
God, he looks gorgeous like this. His almost-white hair looks soft and shiny, perfect for Gen to run his hands through–or pull on. His uniform hugs him in all of the right places, his tiny waist synched by his belt, his perky ass is hugged gorgeously by the fabric of his pants, it’s borderline pornographic.
Thankfully, everyone around him is preoccupied with their meal, because just the sight of his boyfriend all dressed up has Gen fully hard in his pants.
Gen looks good, he looks really good. Reno loses track of whatever conversation he was having once he catches sight of the captain dressed in his formal uniform. He’s used to Gen looking godly, breathtaking in his everyday t-shirt and sweatpants, but this version of his boyfriend was something Reno had yet to see. His jacket is decorated with pins and metals, proof of his experience as a high-ranking captain, compared to Reno’s almost blank coat. His hair is neatly styled, yet still covers some of his eyes, unlike his typical battle hairdo. He looks…powerful. Domineeringly sexy in every way.
Reno has to subtly squeeze his legs together as he rips his gaze away from his boyfriend. He looks good, too good.
Fuck, he’s wet.
He can feel Gen’s eyes on him throughout the dinner, but he refuses to look his way. Reno knows that the second their eyes meet, he’ll flush a bright scarlet, and the last thing he wants right now is to draw attention to himself.
A buzz from his phone serves as a welcome distraction, but he’s quickly proven wrong when he reads the text.
Excuse yourself in 5 minutes.
His breath catches as his heart stutters. Being this turned on in public–at work–should be mortifying, but the hungry gaze of his boyfriend has his mind going pleasantly numb.
He watches as Gen nods politely at some of the captains before dismissing himself, eyes catching Reno’s as he exits.
“Uh, I’m gonna—“ Reno clears his throat as the rest of the table runs out stare at him. “I’ll be right back.”
“Gonna go find your boyfriend, eh Reno?” Iharu nudges him lightly with his elbow, his knowing smile making Reno blush.
“Ew, this is a formal event you know?” Kikoru grimaces, faking a gag dramatically.
“Don’t listen to the prude.” Iharu’s hand slaps him sharply on the back, forcing Reno to jolt forward. “Go find the captain!”
Reno smiles shyly as he stands, hoping that Iharu just thinks he’s going to go find Gen to talk and nothing more. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
He’s embarrassed to admit how fast he walked from the table and into hallway. He beelines for the bathroom, only to be pulled into a closet halfway there.
He yelps as a hand wraps around his bicep, yanking him into the room and allowing the door to slam behind him.
“Shh, we can’t give away our hiding spot before I get my hands on you.” He hears Gen whisper, hands wrapping around his waist seductively.
“That’s not very professional of you, Captain Narumi.” Reno jokes, smiling up at his boyfriend.
“Good thing I’m not exactly known for my professionalism.” Gen’s smirk has Reno melting, and he can’t resist pressing a kiss to soft pink lips.
In usual fashion, it doesn’t take long for the kiss to heat up into something deeper.
“Missed you.” Reno murmurs between breaths, winding his arms around Gen’s neck to pull him closer.
“Missed you too.” Gen breaths softly against him. “Fuck, you look so good, baby. Wrapped up all pretty like a present for me.” The captain’s hands fumble with the buttons on Reno’s jacket. Their lips brush against each other in the close proximity, spit-soaked and red-bitten.
“C-Captain.” The younger moans softly, taken aback by the other’s boldness.
“Yeah?” Narumi teases. “What would all your friends think if they knew what you were up to, Officer Ichikawa? Fucking your superior in a storage closet.”
And–oh, if that doesn’t make Reno’s head spin.
“Keep,” He swallows harshly, “keep your uniform on.”
Gen’s gaze darkens at the request, as if he can hear all of the fantasies running through his boyfriend’s mind. “Oh?”
“Wanna suck you off like that.”
“Holy–fuck.” Gen has to close his eyes momentarily to keep from cumming in his pants right then and there. “You can’t just say things like that, baby.” He presses his forehead into Reno’s shoulder, gathering all of his thoughts–his sinful, sinful thoughts–together.
“Do you not–we don’t have to.” Reno backtracks, as if Gen wasn’t so enthusiastically into the idea that he almost came without being touched.
“No! I mean, yes.” He hurries to reassure. “Fuck, yes, that sounds fucking amazing, I just need one second to-to cool off.”
“Oh.” The way Reno melts at the reassurance might be the cutest thing Gen’s ever seen. He’s just so sweet, and Gen’s about to defile him in a storage closet.
Maybe God is real.
“I guess…we kind of need to be quick anyway, don’t we?” The younger muses before promptly dropping to his knees.
God, Kami, Buddha, whoever is up there…thank you.
Reno is always a vision when he’s kneeling for Gen, but there’s something about his rumpled uniform that has the captain reeling.
“You’re gonna have to swallow,” He cups Reno’s chin in his hand, violet eyes locking onto magenta, “gotta keep your uniform clean.”
The boy nods enthusiastically, like the good little officer he is, before his hands move to fumble with Gen’s belt buckle. Calloused hands easily bury themselves in white hair, twisting through the familiar strands.
“Wanna try something.” Reno murmurs once the belt is undone. He’s staring at Gen’s fly with determination.
Gen sighs, already knowing where this is going. “Last time you tried, your lip got caught in my zipper!”
“That was last time! I’ll get it right this time, I swear.” His face holds the same amount of resolution it does during combat training, letting Gen know he’s gonna try no matter what the older man says.
“Alright, baby.” He relents, failing to hide his soft smile from Reno.
Reno leans forward, hands clasped behind his back. His tongue slips out to fumble with Gen’s zipper before his teeth grasp onto it and start pulling. It’s a tedious process, and the zipper gets caught more than once, but Reno’s beaming smile is worth the test of patience.
“See!” He looks up at Gen like a kid who just mastered bike riding without training wheels.
“Very impressive.” He nods, struggling to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. “No injuries this time.”
“It’s harder than it looks.” Reno’s kissable pout is gone as fast as it appears, the boy quickly remembering the task at hand. “I won’t test my luck with the button, though.”
Just like that, his hands are on Gen in a flash. His cold hands brush along the waistline of his boxers, pulling lightly until Gen’s ‘little captain’ springs free.
‘Stop calling it that.’ A past version of Gen groans at a giggling Ichikawa.
“Missed you.”
“Are you talking to me or my dick?” Gen raises an eyebrow, amused.
“Both. It’s been too long.” The captain couldn’t help but agree. With the third division being rebuild and reenstated, along with Gen’s naturally busy schedule, it’s not easy to find a time when both of them are free.
But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make time. His body needs Ichikawa just as much as it needs oxygen.
Proven during his first year at the defense force, Reno is a quick learner. He was just a sweet little virgin when Gen got his hands on him, an inexperienced and anxious mess in bed. He had been insistent that he could be perfect for Gen, so much so that he put his own comfort and pleasure on the sidelines. Obviously, Gen had been quick to shut that down, but that’s a story for another day.
Now, though? Now he’s experienced. He no longer tries to force Narumi’s cock down his throat because he thinks it’s what the captain wants.
Now, he takes his time.
His eyes flicker up to the captain’s momentarily before zeroing in on his rock-hard dick. His cold hands are a stark contrast to the raging heat surrounding them, but it’s oh-so perfect to Narumi. His tongue darts out to tease the slit, the small kitten licks sending zaps of pleasure up the other’s spine.
“Yeah, just like that, baby.” He groans, head falling back in pleasure. His hands still sit in Reno’s hair, playing with the hair but not quite pulling. “So good.”
Feeling more confident with the praise, Reno closes his lips around the head of Gen’s cock, humming lightly as he does. He does as much as he can with just his mouth, but is only able to get halfway up Gen’s cock before his gag reflex kicks in.
“Don’t push yourself, baby.” Gen reminds, brushing Reno’s fringe away from his eyes. “Feels so good just like this.”
Reassured by the captain’s praises, Reno brings his hand up to cover what his mouth can’t. His nimble fingers tease the captain’s balls momentarily before wrapping around the base of his shaft, moving his hand in tandem with his mouth.
The glide of Reno’s hand his rough without the aid of spit or lube, but he doesn’t seem keen on moving his lips away from Gen’s cock anytime soon. Instead, his hand dips down into his own boxers, collecting slick from his dripping entrance and using it to ease the friction.
“Jesus Christ.” He doesn’t even have time to warn the younger before he’s coming down his throat with a muffled groan. His vision whites out as he trembles, hands pulling Reno’s hair as his muscles instinctively clench. “You can’t just–fuck, Reno.” His orgasm hit him so fast that he’s dizzy with endorphins. His hips jerk a few more times, using the officer’s mouth to ride through the aftershocks before pulling out. “That was…so fucking hot, holy shit.”
Reno pops off with a smack of his lips, satisfied that he could make the captain fall apart that quickly.
“You might actually be the death of me.” Gen’s head falls back against the concrete wall behind him with a thud, chest heaving as he tries to figure out what the fuck just happened. “Where did you learn to do that?”
Reno shrugs at the question. “Just didn’t feel like taking my mouth off to use my spit.”
“I don’t—you just—“ The captain’s brain continues to short circuit. “That was so hot I think you broke me.” He helps Reno to his feet, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, tasting himself at the action.
He deepens the kiss again before slipping a hand down Reno’s pants, palming the stickiness of his boxers. “Fuck.” Gen swears, petting the boy’s folds through the fabric that clings to them. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
“Please.” Reno whines, head falling forward to rest against Gen’s shoulder. “Do something—anything—I’m already so close. I’m—“
”Relax, sweetheart.” Gen coos. “Lemme take care of you.” His fingers find their way into Reno’s boxers, pinching his clit gently between two of them.
Reno’s soft, airy moans fill the room as Gen teases his clit. He has to bite down on the fabric of Gen’s coat to silence himself when the man finally slips a finger inside. The captain’s skilled fingers find that sweet spot inside of him instantly, making Reno’s knees go weak.
“Turn around, baby.” Gen whispers. “It’ll be easier, I promise.”
Reno turns so his back is pressed against Gen’s front, head falling back to its spot on Gen’s shoulder. The captain’s right hand slips back into waistband of his boxers, while his left slips under Reno’s tshirt, toying with his oversensitive nipples.
“Sh-shit.” Reno’s eyes fall closed at the sensation, hands moving to cling to Gen’s muscled arms. “I’m—Gen, I’m already close.”
“That’s alright.” The captain kisses up the column of the younger’s throat, doubling his ministrations. “We’ve gotta get back to dinner soon, anyways.”
“G-Gen.” The captain adds another finger, pressing against his g spot with practiced movements. “Captain, I-I’m—“
“I’ve got you, baby.” Gen’s soft words echo throughout the small space, breath tickling Reno’s ear. The younger keens softly, pressing his head back into his boyfriend’s shoulder. “C’mon, c’mon, baby, cum for me.”
Reno’s body goes stiff as he finally reaches his high, head digging into Gen’s shoulder at the overwhelming sensation of his orgasm. His chest heaves as he silences moans, eyes rolling back before closing.
Gen finger fucks him through it all, thumbing at his clit simultaneously, only stopping once Reno whines in oversensitivity.
”Holy shit.” The officer pants, sagging against Gen as he catches his breath.
“You’re looking a little flushed, Ichikawa.” The captain teases, removing his hand from Reno’s pants.
“Speak for yourself.” Reno’s argument falls flat as his legs turn to jelly. Gen wraps his arms around him to steady him, smoothing out his uniform as he does so.
“You’re staying here tonight.” The captain decides. “I need to be able to fuck you thoroughly.”
”As if that wasn’t going to happen anyways.” Reno snorts, finally able to stand steadily on his own feet. “But unfortunately we have a gala to go to first.”
”Just give me five more minutes.” Gen wraps his arms around Reno’s middle, nuzzling into his neck. “I don’t need anyone else to see you in your post orgasm glow. That’s for my eyes only.”