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The shinkansen’s private booths were certainly proving to be worth the price of admission.
By design, two comfortable seats faced one another, with the window and a generous ledge to one side where each passenger could rest one elbow without jostling against anyone else. Of course, their knees would touch—as had his and Mine’s, at the outset of their journey—but one would hardly share a private booth with a stranger. Privacy was, after all, the main draw of a booth in the first place.
Daigo had made the booking with the intent of setting off for Kyoto early in the morning; that itinerary made it possible for them to return to Tokyo the same day. He’d chosen the Nozomi line for its swift, efficient convenience, and the precise time of departure so he and Mine would have a chance to box before they departed.
The journey made for a convenient cover story as to why they spent the previous night together. An early morning train followed by an even earlier sparring session made for tedious gossip, if it even registered as being worthy of note. Of course, Daigo knew better than to assume his regard for Mine had gone unnoticed by every possible enemy and ally—indeed, what kind of leader would he be if he ignored the risk their relationship presented to his closest ally? Certainly not the kind that Mine favoured.
Daigo kept his fingers tangled loosely in Mine’s hair and considered the smeared, daylit colours of the world speeding past the window. Although Mine was in no position to answer him—and perhaps because of that fact—he was just considering the merits of saying something when there came a light rap on the booth’s doorframe. Instantly, Daigo tightened his grip; he felt Mine stiffen as well, but the booth’s door remained as they’d left it: locked. The sliding note’s position requesting they not be disturbed had been firmly in place since they left Tokyo and, until now, all the staff had deferred to that request.
“What do you want?” Daigo snapped, irritable, before he forced himself to be calm. He stroked his fingers through Mine’s fine hair and said nothing to him, instead clearing his throat and adding firmly, but not rudely, “The door says do not disturb.”
“Please accept my apologies, sir.” The voice coming from the other side of the door sounded just young enough that Daigo winced. He felt Mine react to that and swatted him faintly on the side of the skull; Mine returned to absolute stillness. “Only, I understand you’ve been on the train since its journey began. As a valued customer, I wanted to remind you that your ticket entitles you to a deluxe food and beverage service, which will be available until just after we depart Nagoya, so please…” The attendant seemed to lose their strength for a moment. They coughed, and finished lightly, “Let me know if I can be of service to you.”
Service to him, Daigo thought, was already being perfectly rendered. Between his spread legs, Mine knelt in a low-bent seiza position, his mouth buried in Daigo’s lap. Daigo’s erection sat within the hot cavern of Mine’s mouth, drool pooling around the skin at its base and slowly dribbling around his testicles. This was not a game they played often; they rarely had the luxury of such a lengthy stretch of uninterrupted time. It was why Daigo had proposed the sparring match in the first place: whoever won got whatever they wanted from the other on the train. This had been Mine’s selection.
Recalling that it was Mine’s choice they found themselves in such a predicament made Daigo’s cock twitch, which in turn made a noise tremble in the back of Mine’s throat, which subsequently made Daigo hush him before he called back out through the door. “Do bring it. Whatever I’m entitled to, and the best you have to offer.”
The external voice brightened considerably. “Yes, sir!”
Daigo settled back into the seat cushions and continued stroking Mine’s hair, finally free to murmur his faint amusement to the silence around them, “That’s my good deed for the day. Do I get a reward?”
Mine’s eyes darted upwards to meet his, and Mine swallowed. The motion was careful, purposeful—it was a challenge, and Daigo dug his fingers into Mine’s hair, hissing, “You said you wanted this to last the whole journey. Don’t start cheating now.”
Daigo’s knees trembled as Mine swallowed a second time, and he almost couldn’t hold back; but then Mine settled again, breathing heavily in and out through his nose while his mouth perfectly ensconced Daigo’s cock. Fuck, but it was good. He could have come have a dozen times already if he’d let himself—if Mine would let him—but the anticipation of doing so? That was almost better.
Minute by minute, they waited for the attendant’s return. Daigo touched his own face, willing himself to return to that relaxed state of mind where all he had to think about was the distant, indistinct outside world and the thrill of their private inner sanctum. Instead, his focus refused to shift from the feel of his cockhead as it moved against the faint ridges lining the top of Mine’s mouth, on the steady sound of Mine breathing without moving an inch; on how his cock felt so hot and swollen he feared they might be doing it harm. Hah, imagine. Imagine if this was anything other than satisfaction. Other than relief.
There was another rap on the frame, and the now almost-familiar youthful voice returned, “Sir, I have your complimentary service.”
Mine finally shifted, moving as if to relinquish his position, and Daigo snapped into response. He dug his fingers into Mine’s scalp, pinning him in place and, with his other hand, slowly forced upward the sliding window on the door of the booth. That introduced a small slot beneath the edge of the privacy screen, wherein this plucky staff member could provide whatever it was he’d brought.
Nothing happened.
Daigo couldn’t help the authoritative growl that entered his voice when he next spoke. “Do I get the service or not?” Mine swallowed again; Daigo knew what it did to Mine when he talked this commandingly, and he himself swallowed hard, not making a sound to give away what they were up to.
There was a long pause from beyond the door, then the voice offered performative brightness, “Of course. Your privacy is paramount to us, sir, there’s no need to open the door. Please, take this first.”
The window inched higher, and so did the bottom of the screen. With flint and steel in his eyes, Mine’s gaze found Daigo’s, and Daigo refused to let himself be pushed. He took the base of the small bottle of wine the attendant offered through the slot, and immediately moved it to the ledge beneath the external-facing window. One pristine, elegant box filled with four bite-size morsels followed the bottle, then a second. Lastly came two slices of something sweet that Daigo barely looked at. This whole process had made his cock ache all the more; there was something thrilling about the possibility of being caught in this situation, especially when it was by someone of no consequence whatsoever.
Yes, the reward of risk without the consequences. After the attendant murmured, “Enjoy your meal, sir,” Daigo jerked the window shut again and folded himself over Mine, holding Mine in place against his groin and thighs.
“Stay here until we reach Kyoto.” He panted, urgently stroking the hair behind Mine’s ear. His balls felt so tight. Daigo had to talk himself down, or he was going to come. He was going to come. He was going to— “Don’t move.”
He came, half-strangling himself by swallowing the sounds of his satisfaction so they could only just barely groan into Mine’s ear. His whole body quaked with the thick relief of it, his come filling the warm space where his cock had made itself at home for the last hour. How had he held off for so long? He felt like this was never going to end: come rushed out of him in wave after wave of glorious sensation, and when Mine swallowed, Daigo tightened his grip and kept coming. Fuck. Fuck.
The last of the relief left him utterly boneless. Daigo heavily sat back in the seat and opened his eyes: Mine was watching him. White ejaculate dripped from his nose and even dribbled down his chin, and Mine’s lips yet remained as they were: shiny, red, wet, and wrapped around Daigo’s cock. He was softening now, wasn’t he? He didn’t feel like that would last, not with Mine looking at him so intensely. Mine was always intense. They were always—
Hah. Daigo chuckled, low and warm and full of affection. Mine’s attention stayed on him, and Daigo ran his fingers down the side of Mine’s jawline before loosely hooking them in the collar of his shirt. “No rush, for once. What a relief.” Daigo shifted his hand again, pushing it forward until his fingers crept into Mine’s hairline and his thumb could flick the lobe of Mine’s ear. “When we travel back, allow me to service you.”
Mine swallowed again, and Daigo couldn’t do anything but laugh warmly, settle back, and let the outside world continue to pass them by.
Truly, this was the only way to travel.