#fuwaruto

There was another loud knock and the ceo shook his head, calming his excitement down best he could. He unlocked and pulled open the door of his apartment, flashing a bright smile at the man leaning against the doorframe.

“Hey.”

“Hi!” 

The two men stared at each other for a moment, then another. Then Isamu looked away, brushing his thumb against the tip of his nose. “You called for me?” He looked back at him, dropping his arm down to his side again.

“Oh! Yeah! Yeah I did, come on in.” Aruto stepped back, letting the AIMS captain into his apartment. The door was shut behind him and he looked around, then bent down, unlacing his dress shoes. He pulled them off, setting them neatly beside Aruto’s own toppled neon green ones. 

“Do you want something to drink?”

“I’m good.”

Isamu took a look at the apartment, a studio apartment was putting things nicely, the one room was cramped. A single counter housing a toaster oven and a mini fridge tucked against it made up the kitchen space, the futon couch seemed to pull out into a small bed, judging by its design. Shoved up against the only wall it fit against.

“Nice TV.”

“Thanks! It came with the place.” 

“Didn’t you get your grandfather’s house in the acquisition of the company?”

Aruto looked around them, hands slipping into the pocket of his hoodie. “Yeah! Yeah.. You know it’s just.. Kinda big for one guy.” He went over, sitting on the aforementioned couch. Isamu hesitated for a moment, but followed, shrugging off his parka as he went over.

He dropped the fabric beside the couch on the floor, sitting down beside Aruto. “Okay but you can definitely afford a bigger place.” He leaned back against the couch, legs spreading. The ceo hummed thoughtfully, knee brushing against Isamu’s.

“I could! But I like this place.”

Isamu didn’t push it anymore. He sensed there was more to it but it was none of his business really. He tilted his head towards Aruto, looking at the man who looked anywhere but at him. “Okay. So you called me here. What do you want?” It came out more aggressive than he intended, he could tell the way Aruto stiffened. He opened his mouth to say something else but wasn’t sure what he could say, promptly closing it again.

“I was hoping… You could help me with something.”

“What could THE Hiden Intelligence CEO need my help with?”

Aruto swallowed thickly, looking at him, he could barely meet his eyes, especially not with the captain staring at him so intently. It was intimidating. “This whole.. Everything that’s been happening.. Uhh. Maaaaann..” Aruto looked away, exhaling loudly. 

The man raised an eyebrow, watching Aruto’s cheeks flush a bit. Oh. “Me? Really?” Isamu was surprised. He didn’t really expect to be the man’s type. Or well, he hadn’t really thought about what that might be. 

“I’m flattered, Aruto-”

“But you don’t like guys, right?”

“Eh? No! I like guys-”

“Great!” Aruto put his hand on the man’s thigh, turning towards him and leaning in. “I’m stressed.” He finally managed. “Really stressed. I mean, have you been seeing what’s going on?” He pouted, he was desperate, obvious in his tone and mannerisms and behaviour.

Isamu sighed, genuinely caught off guard by this. 

But there was an appeal to it.

Aruto wasn’t the only person stressed by the current events they found themselves in. It seemed neverending, one thing after another. He himself hadn’t really had the time to deal with that yet. He was also stressed. Really stressed.

Isamu ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he watched the man’s face. 

“You’re sure?”

“Yes! Please.”

Isamu nodded, giving in to the temptation. He brought his hand up, cupping Aruto’s cheek, gloved fingers pressing into his skin. He leaned in closer, hesitating for a moment, before ultimately pressing his warm lips against the others. 

His kissing ability could use some work and Isamu wondered when the last time he got with somebody was. But Aruto’s eagerness won him over, the ceo practically falling into his lap. His eyes closed, hand sliding up Isamu’s thigh. 

Aruto whined when the man’s wet tongue ran over his bottom lip, warm and wet, it prompted his jaw open without a second thought. Isamu’s tongue slipped inside his mouth and Aruto wasn’t surprised to find the taste of coffee ever apparent. He shyly pressed his tongue against Isamu’s, licking up the length of the muscle. 

Isamu brought his free hand around the back of his head, holding Aruto’s neck to keep his head steady as they kissed. He was in charge of the situation, something Aruto was willing to give him. In fact.

“Ah- uhm-” Aruto pulled back a little, panting, his cheeks flushed as he opened his eyes again to look at his companion. Isamu raised an eyebrow, tilting his head as he looked at him. “I’ve never done this.”

The captain paused, staring at him. As if there was a loading symbol over his head, he blinked a few times. “You haven’t?”

“Nope! Please teach me, sensei!” Aruto winked at him and it was Isamu’s turn to flush, cheeks reddening. 

Isamu swallowed and sat back with another sigh. “Alright, let’s start simple. Ever touched another person?” Aruto shook his head. “Yourself?” A nod. “Then you should know how to do this at least.” 

It dawned on Aruto that the man had no idea. That was fine.

He unzipped his dress pants, averting his gaze as he freed himself from the tight fabric. Aruto immediately stared at his dick, causing Isamu’s blush to darken. “Eyes up here, man, stop looking at it like that..” He cleared his throat, reaching out and lifting Aruto’s chin to make him look at him instead.

“Sorry..” He beamed at him, blush spreading over the bridge of his nose. 

Isamu reached down, taking his hand off his thigh, he looked at Aruto’s hand in his grip. He let go of his wrist, pressing his pointer finger against his. Isamu pushed his finger back until their hands were loosely lined up with one another. 

“At least your hands aren’t too small.. Wouldn’t want you cramping.”

Aruto choked on his spit, looking away from the older man. Isamu led his hand, wrapping it around the shaft of his dick. His grip tightened instinctively, thumb rubbing along the side to feel the soft flesh. It was a different texture than anything he’d touched before, prompting his attention again.

“Don’t squeeze too hard but move your hand up and down.”

Isamu’s head fell back, hand still loose around the other’s just in case. He closed his eyes, exhaling softly. Aruto was eager to learn, leaning in to kiss the man’s neck while he stroked his cock. He squeezed the tip before sliding his hand back down, teeth grazing against Isamu’s adam’s apple.

A soft sound came from his throat, almost like a cross between a growl and a whine. It encouraged Aruto, the man picking up the pace. “How’s that feel?” He questioned, a bit.. Shy. Usually he defaulted on a pun or two to calm himself, but he felt he was fresh out in the face of something new and intimate. 

“Good.” Isamu cleared his throat, he breathed in deeply. “Tighter.”

“Like a wrench!” Nah, he still had puns in him. Isamu bit his lip. And he bit it hard, tasting iron on his tongue soon after. A small snort escaped him, but he quickly coughed, covering it up. Aruto’s grip tightened, making sure to put extra pressure on the tip when he squeezed around it. He had read a thing or two before this, at least. 

Isamu groaned, letting go of his hand to feel up Aruto’s inner thigh instead. Aruto continued to kiss and lick his neck, squeezing and stroking his dick. His actions were a bit messy, loosening and tightening intermittently. But it felt good and that was all Isamu really cared about, hips bucking up into his hand after enough time and stimulation had passed.

He didn’t really moan, instead letting out soft whimpers akin to a dog. It amused Aruto, but the young man chose not to comment on it. He only picked up speed, lowering his head further down to suck at the skin just under Isamu’s collar. 

“Heh, hickeys are fun. I’m sorta like a necromancer!”

The man choked, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth. His next whine was louder, closer to a moan. Aruto blinked in surprise when cum coated his hand and hoodie. He looked up at Isamu, the man staring at the ceiling, hand covering his lower face, cheeks visibly red. 

Then Aruto grinned.

“Now that was a work of Aruto!”

“Stop it.”

Aruto giggled, letting go of him. He brought his hand up, licking the salty cum from his skin. Isamu’s eyes flicked to him, dick throbbing just from the visual. He’d need a few minutes, but he had no intention of stopping the teaching here. 

He dropped his hand to his side, turning his head to pointedly watch Aruto lick his hand clean of cum.

“That’s gross.”

“You taste pretty NAy Okay!” 

Isamu pushed him over, back hitting the cushion.