It is always Sigma's priority to make sure everything works exactly how it's supposed to in the Sky Casino. Machine malfunctions are rare, but when they do happen, he has the problem fixed in less than an hour. He's a great casino owner, as Dazai always fondly reminds him, and his ego is all the more boosted for it.
However, there are some things that even the great Sigma overlooks.
He and Dazai are simply returning to their suite after having a romantic and rather flirty dinner at the Casino's fanciest restaurant. Dazai has Sigma pressed up against the wall of the elevator, kissing him with a feverish desire for more and better things to come. Dazai already has one hand at the front of Sigma's pants, brushing against the growing arousal there, and he smiles when Sigma whines into the kiss.
Just as Dazai pulls away, however, the elevator suddenly rumbles and makes an awful creaking sound, nearly knocking Dazai off his feet. The elevator's lights flicker once before thankfully staying on—but the elevator moves no more.
"Fuck," Sigma curses, his breath still coming fast from the intense kiss. "Are we really stuck?"
Dazai glances around, pressing his hand to the smooth aluminium door of the elevator. "It seems so," he answers with a sigh. "And just when I was about to get my hands on you, too..." He fakes a pout, his gaze almost regretful.
Upon shooting Dazai a sharp glare in response, Sigma ponders the situation. If he calls the elevator repairmen now, it'll take them a while to get the problem resolved. He and Dazai will inevitably be bored here for however long the repair takes. With a sigh, Sigma pulls out his phone and sends an emergency SOS text to the on-call elevator repair company before sliding his phone back into his pocket and reaching for Dazai.
"Who says you couldn't?"
A soft hum resonates from the back of Dazai's throat as he leans in to press a kiss to Sigma's neck. "I like the sound of that," he murmurs, his voice low and his breath warm against the unblemished porcelain skin of Sigma's neck. He'll definitely be marking up this canvas later.
Sigma shivers at Dazai's tone of voice, the words going straight to his cock. He can feel himself straining uncomfortably in his pants—and suddenly, there are way too many clothes involved in this situation for his liking. Without wasting any time, Sigma begins shedding off layers upon layers of clothing, tossing the garments carelessly into the corner of the elevator. He won't deny that he's hungry for Dazai's touch; he's tired of pretending he isn't.
Dazai, too, begins stripping out of this much-too-unnecessary clothing. He's been eager to get his hands on Sigma ever since their night started, and a quick fuck in the elevator might possibly satiate Dazai's hunger for the time being. More rounds can always wait until they're in their room, after all.
"Please," Sigma manages to whisper out shakily, his breath hitching as Dazai backs him into the mirrored wall of the elevator. His boxers are the only thing separating his aching cock from Dazai's touch; Sigma knows he'll be a whimpering mess as soon as Dazai truly gets his hands on him.
Dazai laughs as he gently turns Sigma around so they're both facing the mirror. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" he asks softly into Sigma's ear, bringing one hand around Sigma's front to slip past the waistband of his boxers. He glances up, making intense, intoxicating eye contact with Sigma in the mirror. "How about I fuck you against this mirror, and you can see your own face while you get wrecked on my cock?"
Sigma can only whine in response, pressing his hips forward, desperate, into Dazai's touch. "Anything," he manages to voice, his breaths broken as heat floods to his cheeks. "Do anything you want with me."
