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"Er... If your back is stiff, I could give you a massage. If you want..."
Keiji turned back to Hayasaka, his hand rested on his neck to ease a cripplingly sore stiffness around his neck. He was alone with him in the office room, everyone else spread out across the building searching as well.
"You could tell, huh?" he smirked, "I wouldn't wanna make everyone wait while I have a spa day."
"Oh, N-no worries! I have a technique I use for myself, it wouldn't take too long." He adjusted his glasses, more so as a nervous habit than out of necessity.
"Okie-dokie. If you insist."
Keiji pulled out one of the rolling office chairs, sitting it and letting Hayasaka do his work. He sure wasn't lying, the man knew which spots to hit. He bore his wrists into his back, massaging his lower neck with his knuckles with great efficiency. Keiji responded with a light, satisfied hum. He was a bit put off by the sudden offer, but it seems this ended up being a nice bonding experience.
Hayasaka's hands continued moving, smoothly sailing down the blond's back, underneath his arms, and...
He hadn't expected things to go this direction at all. Not even a little bit. Maybe it was because he was thinking of more pressing matters, or because he hardly knew the guy. Hayasaka's hands had found themselves inching closing to his chest, until they'd cupped around his pecs through his shirt as though they were breasts. It didn't help that he was still massaging him, kneading his fingers deep into the tissue.
Keiji surpressed a groan, feeling Hayasaka's nimble fingers greedily prod him like he were a big hunk of meat.
Before he could think, his own hand was moving, resting over top the man's hand. He heard a gasp behind him.
"Didn't know a doll could still be a pervert, wahaha."
Hayasaka's hands trembled underneath his, Keiji getting to feel how cold and sweaty they were.
"I-I... Sorry, I didn't realize that... Uh..."
He felt his hands retreat from his form, before swiftly grabbing them and tugging them back right where they were. He chuckled at the little gasp that escaped the other man.
"No, I insist. Test it more. Maybe someone might come in," he teased, pressing Hayasaka's hands into his chest himself, wanted to see if he'd succumb to the pressure.
"They'll see a scene like this and wonder just what the hell we're doing."
He hears a gulp from behind, and suddenly, Hayasaka's hands move once more. Much more shamelessly, groping and squeezing whatever he could through two layers of fabric. Keiji kept quiet, occassionaly sighing and groaning under his breath, just loud enough for only Hayasaka to hear.
"Come on. Keep going," he hummed, moving the other's hands down, guiding them up and underneath his shirt.
"This is... This is t-too..."
Hayasaka barely finishes his sentence, succumbing to his urges and obliging him. Prodding his flesh directly, hands moving upwards until he felt them, round and plush. He seems to forgo his doubts in that moment, fingers slowly moving to squeeze.
His body moved closed to Keiji's, head nearly resting on his shoulder from behind. He continued further, sensually squeezing his chest, breath slow and focused, listening for any sounds from the other.
Keiji tries his damndest to keep an ear out at the same time, listening for footsteps or chatter outside the room inbetween greedy squeezes and gropes. God forbid someone walk in.
It was until he felt a gentle pinch that he was taken out of his focus, Hayasaka taking his nipples between his index and thumb and gently rolling them.
Keiji groaned involuntarily, hips sliding forward on the chair like the wind was knocked out of him.
"Woah."
"Is something wrong?" Hayasaka mumbled, hands paused.
"...Let's... Go somewhere else."
Sneaking around the building, they'd found somewhere nice and secluded. It was dark and cramped, but surely safe enough for the two of them to continue their indulgent romp together.
Grabbing Hayasaka by his collar, Keiji pulled him into a kiss. The warmth of his lips surprised him, shockingly realistic for a dummy. His tongue entered the man's mouth quickly, exploring his mouth diligently while he ensured his own hands weren't left idle. Hayasaka stood stiff as a board, mouth moving with his while he let Keiji take control.
He was a curious man above all else, reaching down to feel him through his pants. He giggled in Hayasaka's mouth. He couldn't believe that this organization had went that far in replicating the human form.
Hayasaka whimpered at his touch, finally moving to hold his shoulders.
"Are- Are you sure this is okay..?!"
"Sure. We can be quick."
Keiji dug his hands under his pants, stroking the man's cock, keenly listening to the pathetic sounds that escaped him.
True to his word, he waste no time, squatting down and pressing his lips against his head. Much like his lips, Hayasaka's cock was warm, it throbbed and twitched like the real thing, too.
"It's all this thing's fault, if i were a little crazier, I'd think they'd set this whole situation up to distract us," he teased between kisses. He could see him wince at the feeling, face red. His eyes didn't leave his, keeping eye contact as he licked and sucked at his cock.
He soon took more of him into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and sucking, feeling his girth with his tongue and cheeks. It was so warm. Didn't taste like much, but he could feel himself slobbering on him like a dog regardless.
Above all, he liked the way he squirmed. Hayasaka's brows hitched upwards, giving him a weak, defenseless expression. Both figuratively and literally backed into a corner, Keiji unconsciously staring him down.
He hummed, mouth making sloppy noises as he sucked and slobbered on the man's cock eagerly.
"Ah, ah... K-Keiji, ngh..." Hayasaka rest a hand on the back of his head, restllesly ruffling his hair. "I-I'm... Almost... Aahh..."
Keiji moved his lips back to his head, beating him off with his hands and watching his expression grow more and more tense. It didn't take much longer before he bust, Keiji gulping down hot cum feverishly. He wasn't entirely sure how ASU-NARO figured this part out, if it even was real semen, but he was just too lost in everything to care.
Hayasaka stood there in front of the blond, huffing and whining as he came down that insane high. Lo and behold, Keiji's piercing stare hadn't moved from him yet, Hayasaka shivering at the sight.
"You're... Really scary."