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It had been a long day. Nanami had pulled another overtime shift, his back aching from sitting in his office chair for hours, eyes sore from staring at countless spread sheets.
This wasn’t the life he had pictured for himself, but it was what made money. And as soon as he had enough, he’d move out of his shared apartment and get a place on his own.
As hard as his days were, all Nanami needed was some sort of release. Usually, his hand and some lotion would suffice. On some nights, it was accompanied by a toy of some sort. Something purple and six inches in length. But this week had been much more demanding than he had ever expected.
The only option was to drown out a bit of his woes with a bottle of expensive whiskey he had let sit on the shelf for years now.
Nanami found himself on the couch, pouring a heavy drink. He took the first sip, letting the smoky liquor coat his tongue before swallowing. There was a lingering warmth that slid down his throat as his muscles began to relax.
He rarely ever drank, finding the negatives to severely outweigh the feeling of being drunk. However, he’d be remiss if he said he didn’t enjoy the fogginess that overcame his mind. It allowed him to forget his stresses, even if only temporary.
Not so long after he had a few drinks, the door of the apartment opened. Only a single lamp illuminated the small living space. But there was enough light to see his roommate, Higuruma, standing in the doorway.
Heavy bags pulled at his eyes, causing him to look a level of exhaustion that seemed impossible to achieve under normal circumstances. But if there was one person who put in more arduous work than Nanami did, it was him.
Nanami found that to be an admirable trait. If anything, the dark circles were a badge of honor. What he did was respectable work, and he did it well.
Being Higuruma’s roommate was easy for the most part. He kept things tidy, was quiet, and barely made himself known. It was almost as if he were living with a ghost at times, haunting the apartment in some zombified state.
He wondered how Higuruma relieved his stress, if he did at all.
“Long day?” Nanami asked, the whiskey slipping between his lips,
Higuruma set down his briefcase, rubbing his hands in his face with a deep sigh. “Long day.”
Nanami loosened his tie, unbuttoning the top button before patting the sofa seat next to him. “Come have a drink.”
Higuruma paced his way to the couch, following his direction. He loosened his tie as well, removing his suit jacket before plopping down onto the old couch. His legs were spread wide as his head tipped back.
Nanami caught his side profile briefly, looking upon Higuruma’s strong features. His downturned eyes were soft and seemingly full of a subtle melancholy, as if his face were destined to be one of an overworked man.
Higuruma’s strongest feature was undeniably his nose. It was as if it were chiseled by ancient Romans depicting a god. Nanami swore he had seen an exact replica of it in a history museum he had visited years ago.
He turned his attention back to the bottle, filling a glass for his roommate.
Higuruma nodded in thanks, taking the entire pour in one fluid drink. The skin of his throat pulled tightly around his pronounced Adam’s apple, and Nanami watched from the side of his eye as it bobbed when he swallowed.
“This is nice whiskey,” he softly said, his voice strained from the subtle burn it must have caused. “Must be expensive.”
“Deserved after a long day,” Nanami muttered under his breath.
“I didn’t realize you were much of a drinker,” Higuruma replied, setting the glass down at the table.
Nanami shrugged. “I’m not, but it feels necessary for tonight.”
“Trouble winding down?” he asked.
Nanami nodded, “Yeah. How do you do it? Your career seems much more stressful.”
Higuruma let out a soft chuckle under his breath. “I guess how most men relax. A bit of alone time, maybe watching a couple videos along with it.”
There was a shyness in his voice when he spoke. It surprised Nanami at how open he was, but it was probably the effects of the liquor that lowered his guard.
“Like pornography?” Nanami asked, raising an eyebrow.
A small smile pulled at the corner of Higuruma’s lips. “Well, yes. But nice pornography. Well made ones on film. The vintage stuff is the best. The women are beautiful.”
“I didn’t realize people were still into that,” Nanami replied.
“I got a collection of DVDs, if you’re interested.”
It wasn’t long until the TV in front of them was lit with naked bodies and soft moans. The two men on the couch continued to drink down the bottle of whiskey. For the most part, they were quiet, looking forward.
It was reminiscent of being young, turning the pages of a stolen dirty magazine with friends.
But for some reason, Nanami found himself stealing glances at Higuruma. There was a bulge that had formed in his dress pants, not dissimilar to his own state. But Nanami’s were khaki colored, his precum soaking through the light fabric.
His cock was aching, suffocating in his boxers. It was almost more torturous to be watching pornography without touching himself than it would have been to simply go to bed with pent up stress.
Nanami was nearing on drunk, palming over his crotch, trying to find some release.
“Higuruma, do you mind if I…?”
“Oh, um, not at all,” he nervously stammered. In the glow of the TV, Nanami could see him blush.
By all accounts, Higuruma was attractive. His figure was toned and fit, his white dress shirt forming to his body.
Nanami unbuckled his belt, freeing his cock through his fly. He began to slowly stroke himself, gripping tightly at the base and making long strokes upwards.
He caught Higuruma’s eyes lingering quickly at his lap before returning to the TV.
“Fuck,” Nanami mumbled, watching a pair of large breasts bounce on the screen. He noticed Higuruma’s fingers digging into the arm of the couch, his back completely straight.
There was heavy restraint, as if he were denying himself in some sort of embarrassment.
Nanami thought for a moment on how painful it must be to have had such a demanding day and then refuse themselves basic pleasure. Higuruma deserved to relax after all.
Nanami could help him.
As he continued to stroke himself, Nanami’s freed hand slipped onto Higuruma’s thigh, kneading gently, waiting for a reaction. As soon as his fingers pressed into his flesh, Higuruma let out a soft sigh of relief.
Nanami slowly migrated his hand upwards, nearing the warmth of his crotch. “Is this okay?” he asked, turning his gaze away from the TV and to his roommate.
There were beads of sweat that formed at Higuruma’s brow, his body still rigid, but he nodded.
Nanami palmed over his throbbing length, the smooth linen dress pants allowing him to glide over his dick with ease.
Audible gasps escaped his lips, his sad eyes rolling back at the pressure Nanami applied. Higuruma’s hand went to the back of Nanami’s, guiding it as he pressed down harder.
“Does that feel good?” Nanami asked, watching Higuruma’s bottom lip tremble.
“Y…yes.”
“Good,” Nanami praised, his fingers fumbling with Higuruma’s belt. The second it came undone, Nanami wrapped himself around his dick.
It was thick, the hue a few shades darker than his pale skin. The head glistened in precum, and Nanami soothed his thumb at the seam, slicking the stickiness around.
“Fuck,” Higuruma gasped, covering his mouth, his eyes fluttering.
Nanami stroked them in tandem, both were no longer paying attention to the video playing.
The temptation gnawed at Nanami, but rather than deny himself, he leaned down, enveloping his lips over Higuruma’s swollen head.
His musk was salty, subtly sweet. He tasted of hard work and long hours in the office.
Nanami took him inch by inch until he was gagging in his length. Higuruma’s fingers tangled in his hair, pushing him deeper as his hips made small thrusts upwards.
Higuruma mewled, letting out cries of pleasure, moaning as Nanami swirled his tongue around his width.
Nanami sat back up, coming face to face with an equally overworked man. Maybe Higuruma was more overworked, sadder, his job having much stronger societal impact beyond making a company richer.
In another life, Nanami would have done something as impactful. He could have gone on to have the responsibility of removing cursed spirits.
Maybe he was envious of Higuruma in that way, for putting duty over himself.
Nanami could taste him on his tongue still, their lips only seconds apart, the tips of their noses ghosting over one another.
Each spit coated stroke Nanami made was accompanied by Higuruma’s hitched breaths.
“You look so sad,” Nanami whispered.
“I’m… I’m not,” he softly uttered back. “Not right now.”
Nanami leaned into him, their lips crashing together in an unknown. Their noses were pressed hard into one another with so much force the cartilage was bent and twisted.
Higuruma let in a deep breath, allowing Nanami inside. Their whiskey coated tongues danced together in a heated haze.
He was more eager now, the shyness dampening and he reached for Nanami’s cock.
It was almost cute the way he pawed and stoked him, fumbling around until Nanami let out a groan of pleasure into his mouth.
Nanami placed his hand over his, guiding his movements to perfectly over his length. Higuruma’s thick fingers ribbed over each inch, causing a dizzying bliss.
“Have you ever done this before?” Nanami asked.
“N… no,” he responded meekly. “Can you show me?”
Higuruma’s eyes were pleading as they looked up at him, puppylike in a way, as if he wished to be commanded.
“On your knees,” Nanami instructed.
Higuruma slowly slipped off the couch, resting between Nanami’s spread legs. As he slid, Nanami grabbed hold of his tie, wrapping it around his knuckles.
Higuruma rested his cheek on his thigh, his saddened gaze affixed on Nanami’s face, though his cock was right in front of him.
Nanami lowered his pants slightly, pulling his balls through his fly, exposing himself fully. Higuruma came closer, licking his lips in anticipation. Nanami tugged at his tie, bringing him face to face with his cock.
“I’m not gay,” Higuruma whispered, his hot breath brushing against Nanami’s sack.
“I’m not either.”
Higuruma pressed his nose into Nanami’s balls, inhaling deeply. The thin skin molded around his sculpted nose as he breathed in.
Nanami pulled hard at Higuruma’s tie, drawing him impossibly closer.
“You look so good like this,” Nanami whined, tugging on his cock while Higuruma buried his face against him. “Do you like the way it smells?”
Higuruma’s eyes rolled back as he nestled, nudging his nose back and forth.
“Lick,” Nanami commanded.
Higurma lapped at his tightening balls, greedily slobbering over each one with his rough tongue. Nanami slipped his leg between Higuruma’s, pressing his shin against his aching cock.
Higuruma began to grind himself onto Nanami’s leg, rubbing his dick against the khaki pants. Higuruma’s tongue spanned upwards, lapping up his cock. He humped like a desperate dog, whining as his lips wrapped around Nanami’s head.
“You’re doing so good,” Nanami assured him, his fingers weaving through dark hair as he guided his head lower. His mouth was warm and damp, teeth gently grazing the sensitive flesh. Higuruma’s slobber coated him completely, soaking into his pants. “Do you want to fuck me, Higuruma?”
He nodded eagerly, cock still in mouth, humping frantically. Higuruma sank deeper, his nose pressed against the small patch of blonde pubes at the base of his cock.
Nanami couldn’t believe how easily his sluttish throat was taking him, convinced this couldn’t have been his first time.
“Well, then you’ll have to prepare me. Do you know how to do that?” Nanami asked, patting Higuruma’s cheek softly as he gagged, throat full of throbbing dick.
Higuruma released himself, trails of spit dripping between them as he gasped for air.
“You’re going to have to lick my ass and make sure it's lubricated enough for you to shove your cock inside of me. Your cock needs to be relubricated as well, so you’ll have to spit on it. You’re quite a bit larger than the dildo I have, so we have to ease into it.”
With feverish movements, Higuruma pulled down at Nanami’s waistband, ripping his pants off, leaving him in only his socks, dress shirt, and tie.
Nanami was still holding onto his, as if it were a leash for an eager pup.
Higuruma rested Nanami’s calves on his shoulders, immediately planting his face between his cheeks, tongue dipping into his puckered hole.
Nanami let out lustful groans, one hand still planted at the back of Higuruma’s head, the other toying with his nipples through his shirt.
Candied groans came from Higuruma as his nose massaged Nanami’s taint, tongue greedily licking his ass. His fingers dug into Nanami’s muscular thighs, driving himself deeper.
After several minutes, saliva was dripping from Nanami’s crack, his hole loosened by Higuruma’s warm tongue. Nanami pulled up on his tie, bringing up from his knees for a kiss.
He could taste his own cock, balls, and ass on his roommate’s breath. Their cocks rubbed together as he savored the flavor.
“I believe my hole is sloppy enough to fuck. Wet your own dick now.”
Higuruma went back on his knees, laying his length on top of Nanami’s. He pursed his lips, letting a thick line of spit fall from his mouth and onto his cock.
Nanami’s legs were thrown over his shoulders as Higuruma lined his head up at his entrance. Slowly, with care and deliberate movements, he eased his way inside.
It was painfully pleasureable, his wetted hole sucking Higuruma in. The warmth was different from what he was accustomed to, but made it so much sweeter. Higuruma’s downturned eyes were affixed on Nanami’s face, half closed, watching closely. His mouth hung slightly agape,
The second he was fully nestled inside, they both let out heavy groans. Nanami felt his hand losing circulation from Higuruma’s tie, but held it taught as he was being fucked.
Higuruma’s firm grip wrapped around his ankles, thrusting his hips, panting. His dick was perfectly angled at the sweet spot that Nanami sometimes spent forever finding inside of himself. He would cum soon, he knew that for a fact.
“How does it feel?” Nanami asked between thrusts.
“So… good,” Higuruma mewled. “You’re so… tight.”
“Is it better than cunt?”
“So much… better,” he gasped in response.
Nanami savored his pleasure. It was almost as if Higuruma was acting on nothing but impulse. No thinking, only primal desires. “Good enough to make you cum?”
“I’m… so close,” he whined.
“Cum inside my ass,” Nanami demanded.
As if on command, Higuruma’s hot seed began to shoot inside of him, grunting and moaning as his body seized. His eyes were rolled back, jaw completely unhinged,
At the sight, Nanami followed, not even touching his dick. It sputtered against his stomach, soaking into his blue dress shirt, dripping onto the couch.
Higuruma was breathless as he leaned over him, their sweated foreheads pressed to one another. His eyes were closed, a relaxation overcoming his demeanor. It was nearly night and day from earlier when he came home.
There was a slight smile on his lips as he collapsed on top of him, face buried into Nanami’s neck.
“Do you feel relaxed now?” Nanami asked, his hand trailing up Higuruma’s back. Their buttonups were drenched in sweat, Higuruma was still almost entirely clothed.
“Very relaxed,” he mumbled back. “Maybe we should do this more often after work.”
Nanami grinned, which he found himself rarely doing as of late. “I guess we have to. You seem much happier.”
Higuruma looked up at Nanami, his eyes a bit brighter, though still downturned in their natural shape. “You do too.”