And just as he'd said, Higuruma Hiromi is out of the courtroom in record time - looking a slight bit worse for wear, of course, given that he'd essentially ran down several flights of stairs to get here.
"You were doing well." He answers, his pace easily matching Higuruma's as they walk to his apartment. Nanami unlocks the doors, gestures for him to enter first before following him inside.
"Do you have a preference on food?" Not that they're going to be eating immediately.
He can't help but feel a sense of pride at the other's answer, even though he's well aware this exchange is nothing more than idle flirtatious banter.
As he steps inside Nanami's immaculate apartment and slips out of his shoes, he lets out a quiet hum - he's pondering what type of cuisine he's in the mood for.
"Well ... I know for a fact that you love sandwiches, so I'd be happy with one of those."
Turning around to face Nanami, the older man soon realizes that the two of them aren't going to actually be eating anytime in the near future. Cheeks flash pink as he emits a cough.
"Uh ... we aren't eating right away, are we? That's why you invited me here. Haha- somehow you manage to be both predictable and mysterious at the same time."
Cue the attorney stepping forward and grasping the base of the blond's tie, giving it a light tug as he awaits their next move.
"Not right away, no." He agrees, his hand curling around Higuruma's wrist after the other man grasps his tie. His voice is even, Nanami catching him in a kiss a moment later, his other arm wrapping around Higuruma as he deepens the kiss.
Despite their conversation, the attorney still finds himself slightly shocked by the blond's enthusiastic gesture, evidenced by the stifled moan that passes through his lips the moment the kiss begins. He contentedly accepts Nanami's quick deepening of the kiss once he's completely regained composure, free arm tightly wrapping around the other's upper back.
He only breaks the kiss after a bit to speak in a low, almost husky drawl:
"Mmh- shall we take this elsewhere? Or would you prefer your appetizer served immediately?"
He's pulled Nanami's tie halfway off by the time he asks this.
"Whichever is closest," he replies with a smirk, fingers drawing the other's flashy tie out from its confines of that shirt collar. Stepping backward, gesturing once he's released from the blond's grasp.
"So, the couch, then."
He smoothly walks over to the couch, then, and sits down, legs spread.
Nanami watches him go, gaze intent as Hiromi settles on the couch before he follows, footsteps deliberately slow. Fingers catch Higuruma's chin, Nanami leaning down to kiss him again, slow and deliberate. A hand slides up his thigh before settling over his pants, palm pressing in slightly.
A sound much akin to a purr leaves the attorney's lips in response to the new contact - all out of anticipation for what's to come. A slow angle of his head follows upward to shake off any awkwardness still lingering at this point in time; soon, a hand follows, reaching for and ultimately settling against the small of Nanami's back.
"No, I do not. Or - perhaps ...," lips curve into a smirk. "I want you to take the lead."
It isn't as if Nanami took the lead last time, but whatever.
"I did enjoy watching you work." He does pull back though, one hand working his own pants open and then pushes them down to step out of them and lay them aside before he moves to sit on the couch, his eyes focusing on Hiromi again.
Hiromi's wide eyes watch the other's every move, and he's almost positive that his breaths have become incredibly fast paced and shallow. So as not to hyperventilate, he forces himself to take a deep breath, one that completely fills his lungs before answering.
"Given the nature of the last few cases I've taken on ... my mind immediately went to - er, rough play."
He turns to face Nanami on the couch, then traces a fingertip down his clothed chest. Letting it fall down until it's mere inches from his length.
"Make it so I'm sore when I present the rest of the evidence. Make it so I can't forget what we'd done. Make it ...," a brief pause; he clicks his tongue and lowers his eyelids slightly. "So I feel as if I belong to you, Kento."
His eyes close for a moment, breath catching. "I don't know if you riding me will do that but I can take the time to handle that afterwards." He's quiet for a moment before.
"You're an intelligent man; I'm sure you can figure something out," the attorney coos. Though the question gives him slight pause. Was it too much?
"Well, not ... literally. I'm just asking you to be rough with me. If that's alright."
As he waits for confirmation, he'll step off of the couch - just long enough to slip out of his pants and boxers. His cock springs to attention immediately, causing a slight shudder.
"If you have to, utilize your nails. Mark me - just ... er, nowhere publicly visible."
"Anything I do to you will be hidden beneath your clothes." Nanami murmurs it, watching him as he speaks.
"I can be rough, but you should be aware that there's a broad range of ways that can go. Sex obviously, but do you prefer just sex or are you interested in other displays of force?"
He swallows; there's an utmost certainty that it's visible to the blond, given the intensity of the act. Yet the attorney doesn't exactly mind. He's past the point of caring how he looks - given that Nanami has witnessed it all by now.
"Mostly sex, unless you count spanking and scratching a different category."
With that, he casually wraps his hand around his length and strokes so as to not waste time.
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If you don't have other plans.
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I'll be over shortly.
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"Hope I didn't take too long."
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"Shall we?" His apartment was in walking distance and the recess was long enough they didn't need to hurry.
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With a chuckle, he walked alongside the blond, intentionally avoiding speaking more than a word or two until arriving at the aforementioned apartment.
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"Do you have a preference on food?" Not that they're going to be eating immediately.
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As he steps inside Nanami's immaculate apartment and slips out of his shoes, he lets out a quiet hum - he's pondering what type of cuisine he's in the mood for.
"Well ... I know for a fact that you love sandwiches, so I'd be happy with one of those."
Turning around to face Nanami, the older man soon realizes that the two of them aren't going to actually be eating anytime in the near future. Cheeks flash pink as he emits a cough.
"Uh ... we aren't eating right away, are we? That's why you invited me here. Haha- somehow you manage to be both predictable and mysterious at the same time."
Cue the attorney stepping forward and grasping the base of the blond's tie, giving it a light tug as he awaits their next move.
"I can be mysterious, too, you know."
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He only breaks the kiss after a bit to speak in a low, almost husky drawl:
"Mmh- shall we take this elsewhere? Or would you prefer your appetizer served immediately?"
He's pulled Nanami's tie halfway off by the time he asks this.
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"So, the couch, then."
He smoothly walks over to the couch, then, and sits down, legs spread.
"What we do next is up to you, Kento."
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"You have no preference?" When the kiss ends.
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"No, I do not. Or - perhaps ...," lips curve into a smirk. "I want you to take the lead."
It isn't as if Nanami took the lead last time, but whatever.
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"Should I bend you over the couch or would you rather ride me?"
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"Mm, well ... I think I'm guilty of needing to gaze into your eyes this time, so riding you it is."
Despite this not being their first encounter, he still feels his cheeks become quite warm at the suggestion. Glancing away for a moment.
"Guess I should get up and switch places with you, then. Unless - ah ... you have plans for the warm up."
His gaze falls down to the other's hand working the zipper of his fly, and then he lets out a breath.
"I won't take long ... honestly, I've been thinking about you all day. Thinking about this."
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"Tell me about what you were thinking."
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"Given the nature of the last few cases I've taken on ... my mind immediately went to - er, rough play."
He turns to face Nanami on the couch, then traces a fingertip down his clothed chest. Letting it fall down until it's mere inches from his length.
"Make it so I'm sore when I present the rest of the evidence. Make it so I can't forget what we'd done. Make it ...," a brief pause; he clicks his tongue and lowers his eyelids slightly. "So I feel as if I belong to you, Kento."
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"You want to belong to me?"
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"Well, not ... literally. I'm just asking you to be rough with me. If that's alright."
As he waits for confirmation, he'll step off of the couch - just long enough to slip out of his pants and boxers. His cock springs to attention immediately, causing a slight shudder.
"If you have to, utilize your nails. Mark me - just ... er, nowhere publicly visible."
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"I can be rough, but you should be aware that there's a broad range of ways that can go. Sex obviously, but do you prefer just sex or are you interested in other displays of force?"
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"Mostly sex, unless you count spanking and scratching a different category."
With that, he casually wraps his hand around his length and strokes so as to not waste time.
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