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Yakuza's Pet [Lustfulsins | WinterGhost]

Shiro chuckles again when Tooru whimpers. Where did the confidence and sassy attitude go? "Not so tough now, hm?" Shiro slides his palm across Tooru's ass, but stops suddenly when the boy speaks. A thought comes to Shiro's mind.

"You've never been fucked, have you." It's a statement more than a question. Shiro sighs, pulling Tooru's pants up. He then bends to pick up the boy's shirt, dropping it on the table beside him. "Put that back on."
 
Tooru doesn't need to be told twice. Quickly picking up his shirt and slipping it over his head before Shiro could change mind. Turning around to face the yakuza boss Tooru pressed himself up as close to the conference table as he could to put as much space as he could between them. "I-that's..." Tooru doesn't know what to say. He hadn't slept with anyone before-though not for a lack of interest-he was always more preoccupied with school and sports to ever find the time to sleep with anyone. This becoming a sore spot for many of the boys, and the few girls, he dated.

Tooru looked at Shiro with confused, suspicion. Wondering what he was going to have him do now.
 
Shiro chuckles quietly at the confused look, stepping in close. His right hand lightly grips Tooru's jaw, tilting his head up. "Oh, don't you worry, cutie. You're still getting fucked. But with this new piece of information, I'm inclined to be more careful." Shiro then drapes his arm around Tooru's shoulders, half pulling the boy along as he leaves the conference room.

Shiro leads the way out of the office building, down to a black jeep. It's a high step up, so Shiro half lifts the boy into the passenger seat. He then goes around to get behind the wheel, pulling away from the curb. As he drives, his hand lands on Tooru's upper thigh, fingers stroking the inside of his thigh. "Have you had experience doing anything with men?"
 
Before Tooru could even respond Shiro had grabbed the brunettes arms and started dragging him from the room. Tooru let out a yelp, having to jog to keep up with Shiro's longer strides. He didn't know where he was being led, but it was probably not good. Soon they arrive at a large black jeep. Before tooru could even attempt to enter the car He felt Shiro lift him into the passenger seat. Tooru briefly considers trying to escape while Shiro is getting into the drivers seat, but thinks better of it. Slowly pulling his seatbelt on as the yakuza starts the car.

"I've kissed guys before if that counts. I've practiced blow jobs, but haven't actually preformed them on anyone." Auburn eyes look out the window, trying to distract himself from the hand on his thigh.
 
Shiro hums, amused. A true virgin then. This should be fun. Shiro's hand remains on Tooru's thigh throughout the drive. After twenty minutes, he pulls into the driveway or a rather large two floor house. Shiro is technically the only resident, though many of his men often crash in the spare bedrooms.

Shiro exits the jeep after shutting it off, going around to Tooru's door. "Come on, cutie. Let's go have some fun, shall we?" Shiro is smirking, thinking of all the things he plans on doing to this naive boy. Shiro takes Tooru's hand once he's out of the jeep, as though their lovers already, and leads him up the front steps and into the large home.
 
The rest of the car ride is spent in silence. Tooru didn't know what Shiro was thinking, and a large part of him didn't want to know. He just spent his time staring out the window, watching the scenery change from office buildings to high raise apartments and then finally to large houses., and Tooru's jaw dropped at the sight of the house they pulled up to.

As a broke college student Tooru was lucky to be able to pay rent on his sucky, one bedroom apartment. He never imagined that he would set foot in a house like this. He exited the car in a slight daze, still in shock, as Shiro took his hand and began leading him up the front steps and into the house. it looked even more expensive and immaculate on the inside was the brunettes first thought as soon as Shiro opened the door and pulled him into the entryway.

"Holy fuck." The words escaped his mouth without him meaning to as he took in his surroundings.
 
Shiro laughs at Tooru's reaction to the expensive house. Indeed, much of the contents are expensive, but why wouldn't Shiro live in luxury when his illegal drug running makes him rich? Shiro tugs Tooru along, past a large living room with a pair of black fabric sofas and matching oversized armchair. There's a huge flat-screen on the wall too, and shelves of books. Past a steel and white marble designed kitchen with an island counter, a six person dining table, and a bar off to the side.

The stairs to the second floor take up part of the hall, which leads to a downstairs full bathroom and the door to the spacious backyard. Shiro leads the way up, past an office den with more bookshelves, a loveseat, and a large wooden desk with a laptop and leather desk chair. Three open doors lead into relatively plain guest bedrooms, though all have large beds. Another door opens to a second full bathroom. The last door is the master bedroom, with a large four poster bed, a false 'roof' of iron bars over the bed connected the posts. A bedside table supports a lamp, and a pump bottle that can only be lube. There's a dresser to the right, with a door to an ensure bathroom, complete with a large tub that could fit three people comfortably, and a standing shower than can fit two. The left wall, around the large window, is covered with sexual paraphernalia, both hung and set on shelves.
 
Tooru ignored Shiro laughing at him, to busy gaping as Shiro's house was gorgeously decorated and seemed to suit the yakuza boss, at least from what Tooru had seen of Shiro. Everything seemed to be done in shades of black and white giving the space a modern, minimalistic design and Tooru couldn't help the thought of wanting to explore the house further. Maybe take a look at the backyard as he was sure that it was as lavishly decorated as the rest of the house.

Soon the two of them reached the master bedroom and Tooru's wonder of the house came to a screeching halt as he took in Shiro's bedroom. Or sex cave as Tooru would have described it. Pale cheeks burning a violent pink as auburn eyes took in all the sexual paraphernalia that lined the walls and shelves. "I-that's..." He was at a loss for words. Standing frozen in the doorway, too embarrassed to enter further.
 
Shiro smirks. He's well known by his men for his adventurous tastes, as they put it. A number of them have been subject to his whims, thanks to generous amounts of alcohol. Shiro tugs Tooru into the room, closing and locking the door behind them. "See anything that piques your interest?"

Shiro's voice is teasing, purred into Tooru's ear. He releases the boy's hand, though he keeps an eye on him as he walks to a steel panel set in the wall. His suit jacket comes off first, hung on a hook next to the panel. Then his tie and shirt are removed. Pushing on the panel, it swings into the wall, revealing what is likely a laundry chute down past the first floor to an underground basement.

Shirtless, a few things become apparent. First, Shiro is well muscled. Not bulging, but more than what one would call lean muscle. Second, Shiro sports a number of scars that look like claw marks from an animal. There's also a very clear bite scar on the top of his left shoulder. Lastly, Shiro has a tattoo of a wolf's paw, with a pentagram star in the central pad, on his right shoulderblade.
 
Tooru gulps as he is tugged further in the room. Nearly jumping as Shiro closes and locks the door behind him. There was no escaping this now, not like there had ever been one in the first place. A shiver runs down Tooru's spine as the dark haired man whispers against his ear, his breath teasing a few wisps of the brunettes hair before he steps away. Tooru isn't sure what he should do now, he's not entirely here of his own volition, but he's not entirely against what is about to happen either.

Shiro is attractive, there's no denying it. He's tall and has a mysterious commanding aura that Tooru can't help but feel drawn too, and had the two of them had met under different circumstances Tooru probably would have slept with the other man on his own. That thought somewhat comforted Tooru ad some of his previous cocky attitude returned. He began to wonder around the bedroom his a bit more confidence-though still hesitating slightly whenever he let his finger tips run along an item on display.

"I-I'm not sure what some of these are to be honest." He picked up a pare of black, fuzzy handcuffs. Something he knew and was familiar with. "So I'm not-" Whatever he was about to say was stuck in his throat as he turned and came face to face with a shirtless Shiro. The blush he had finally managed to get under control exploded back over his face and he could feel it start creeping down his cheeks.
 
Shiro leans his ass against the wall, putting his left ankle sideways on his right thigh to untie the laces on his heavy boots. He may have been in a suit, but he holds a preference for steel toe boots over fancy shoes. With that boot off, and the sock deposited in the laundry chute, Shiro switches feet, repeating.

Shiro smirks as he looks up when Tooru suddenly falls silent. The boy is blushing dark. "Lose your train of thought, Tooru?" Shiro straightens, walking over to the boy. He takes the held handcuffs, holding them in his teeth while his hands pull Tooru's shirt up over his head. He tosses it to the floor; no sense sending it down the chute to get mixed up in his own stuff. Then he opens the buckles on the fuzzy cuff. Shiro never buys the kind that clip closed, too hard to get off in a hurry if needed. All his cuffs and other restraints close with buckles like those on a belt.
 
'What the actual fuck?!' The words floated through Tooru's head as he watched Shiro lean against the wall, easily removing the steel toed boots he had on underneath his dress slacks. Auburn hued eyes couldn't but stare as long, deft fingers began untying the boots laces before moving to follow the man as he advanced toward Shiro. "I-that's....six pack...fuck...." Tooru was having trouble keeping his thoughts straight as Shiro stepped closer towards him. Fuck, Tooru knew he was thirsty but this was ridiculous.

Tooru doesn't resist when Shiro removes his shirt. Instead he lifts up his arms to make it easier for the man to remove it. Holding out his left arm out to Shiro as he watches Shiro unbuckle the cuff. A strange excited nervousness runs through him at the thought and he doesn't know why. A soft whine escaping his throat as he waits for Shiro.
 
Shiro laughs at Tooru's sudden enthusiasm. He takes his time buckling the fuzzy cuffs around the boy's outstretched wrists, making sure they're tight. Tooru won't be able to get out of them. "You're nervousness certainly fled fast. Maybe I should have just taken my shirt off at the office."

Shiro runs his hand up Tooru's chest to wrap his fingers around the boy's neck. It's not a tight grip, but firm enough to remind the boy he's not the one in control here. Shiro lowers his head, biting and tugging Tooru's lower lip, the letting it slide out from between his teeth. He doesn't actually kiss the boy, having no current intention of being romantic with him. Shiro simply intends to use Tooru until the debt he took for Sora is paid.
 
Tooru glared at Shiro. Yanking his hands back until they were in front of him. "Fuck you." He growled at the older man. Shiro may have been his type, but there was no way he wanted his first time to be in a public place where just anyone can walk in. The college student lets out a gasp as he feels the yakuza boss's hand glide over his chest. Leaving a heated trail where his skin touches and goosebumps to breakout across Tooru's skin. The bite on his lip stings as Shiro sucks it into his mouth and Tooru can't help but want to pull away, though the hand on his neck is a reminder that he can't.
 
"I think the term you're looking for is 'fuck me'." Shiro smirks, his fingers tapping the sides of the boy's neck. With that light grip, he pushes the boy backward, until the backs of his thighs hit the edge of the bed. Then he tips Tooru, making the boy fall back on the bed. His hand doesn't leave Tooru's throat.

Holding Tooru down lightly, Shiro's left hand slides down his body and palms his groin. His palm rubs up and down, fingers gently pressing against Tooru's sac in the process. "You know, you could just give in and admit you're excited about this deal. A cute boy like you would never have a chance with someone like me otherwise." Shiro is taunting Tooru, but even without this deal, had they met under difference circumstances, Shiro still would have been interested in Tooru.
 
"No, I'm pretty sure I was looking for fuck you."

Against his better judgement Tooru followed Shiro's command, for it wasn't anything else, to move backwards. The back of his knees soon hitting the bed. The college student let out a soft grunt as he fell onto his back on the bed. Again auburn eyes glared at Shiro as he stood over him. Though he was slightly awed that the man hadn't loosened the grip he had on his neck through the entire action.

"Wouldn't that be a good thing?" Tooru snarked back at the yakuza. "You might be hot, but I'm not sure the pros would have outweighed the cons." Of course Tooru porbably would have slept with him, fuck the consequences, but he wasn't about to let Shiro win this round. Tooru was having to strain himself from bucking into Shiro's hand on his sack.
 
Shiro places his left knee on the edge of the bed beside Tooru's thigh to balance as he leans down to whisper into tye boy's ear. "Give in, Tooru. I know you want to." His left hand lifts, only to unfasten the front of Tooru's pants and push them, and his underwear, down off his hips. He leaves them on his thighs for now, but now he has free access to stroke Tooru's cock.

Long fingers wrap around the boy's shaft, firmly sliding up and down. Shiro's teeth nip at Tooru's ear, then along his jaw and down to his throat. His right hand moves to the bed deside the boy's head for further balance, as his mouth bites and sucks at Tooru's neck.
 
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