A elite undercover agent and a highly skilled assassin. Two husbands trying their best to keep each other happy loved and alive. While doing their best in making sure their partner doesn't find out the truth. Both husbands not knowing that the other...
Gojo Satoru enjoyed the occasional visits to bars, It was one of the only activities he had that separated him from his life and job, to solely entertain himself freely. Sometimes alone and sometimes with someone.
Today was the day Satoru wanted to be with someone. He left lonely, void and small. It was probably the stress of a mission he had slightly messed up, Slightly, but he did end up getting through with it, doesn't really help that the stress of the casualties that came between him and his mission, was slowly chipping away at his brain. Dressed in comfortable jeans and a black shit Satoru made a motion for the bartender to bring him a drink.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The bartender came to him with a prepared drink and Satoru stared at it for a second.
"I didn't order this" he said.
"It's from the gentleman to your left sir" The bartender said and proceeded to move to other customers.
Satoru turned to his left and a little further away sitting on the stool same as his was a breathtakingly attractive man. He looked tall and just the right amount of muscular with the way his suit shirt and pants fit him.
'yumm thick thighs' Satoru thought and he wasn't even drunk yet. Damn.
The stranger was looking at him with keen interest and a small grin playing on his lips.
Satoru liked to have fun and this definitely seemed fun. He moved to take a sip of his drink it was strong just the way he liked it. He moved himself a stool closer to the stranger. And the handsome stranger repeated his actions smirk growing into a grin.
"That was awfully nice of you to buy me a drink" Satoru casually started the conversation.
"I'll be honest you looked out of place in a bar sitting sober"
Satoru grind "Sober? Now how do you know that for all you know I could just be a master at holding my alcohol"
"Are you?" Mr stranger asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Nah, I don't usually drink. But I can make an exception for today, that is if you'd let me buy you a drink?"
"Oh. Repaying the good deed already, alright I'll let you have your way"
"You'll let me have my way?" Satoru asked with a wicked smirk on his face he moved his face closer to the stranger.
"I will, if you prove your worth" Mr Stanger moved his face closer too they could feel eathothers breaths.
Satoru playfully narrows his eyes slightly observing the forward male before giving in. “Alright, It’s not like I have anything better to do anyways.” he joked.
"Good. But first I'd like to know your name"
"Gojo Satoru at your service"
"Akane Fumio, pleased that you are at my service" Fumio’s shiny crest white teeth break into a winning smile. 'Oh' Gojo thinks 'he’s really breathtakingly gorgeous'
Satoru really wishes he could lie and say he had an awful time spending what seemed to be hours talking to Fumio. The unfortunate truth is, Satoru actually really enjoyed his company. Fumio was wicked smart, confident but not in a annoying way, he was sarcastic, with whip like wit and a cunning personality. Satoru insists on flirting with him every chance he gets, but truth be told Fumio is actually a great conversationalist.
Fumio usually finds it annoying talking to others because they’re either too nosy or can’t handle his nature. Gojo Satoru, however, is unfazed by his jabs and sharp insults, the best thing that attracted Fumio to him was that Satoru gives as good as he gets and actually enjoys going back and forth with him on any topic.
It's way past midnight they have to leaned in closer to hear each other over the loud music and the noise of the crowd gathered in the bar well its more like a club now. The booming bass music is making their hearts vibrant with it, They’ve been debating if they should hit the dance floor, Fumio might be a little tipsy from all the alcoholic drinks but it’s not enough to rid him of his senses. He wouldn't be so easily dragged into a situation where he has to bump into sweaty bodies, not untill he had a good reason for it, apparently Gojo Satoru was a good enough reason.
"Come dance with me" Satoru grabbed Fumio by his wrist and dragged him onto the dance floor. Wrapping his arms around Fumio's neck and leaning his head closer to his neck. They were the same hight Fumio shorter by an inch or so.
It took a second or more but Fumio finally wrapped his arms around Satoru's waist, pulling him flushed close to his chest. His waist felt so nice.
Satoru leans in closer to Fumio's neck, The tension between them drowning out the sounds of their surroundings, With brilliant arctic blue eyes Satoru then stares unflinchingly into Fumio’s deep emerald green coloured ones.
"You know... When I saw you sitting dreadfully sober at the bar, I thought you were the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen in a long time. I saw an opportunity and I took it.” Fumio said pulling Satoru's body flush against his.
Satoru's eyes dilated and Fumio moves even closer if that was possible.
"Funny" Satoru mumbled moving his face closer to Fumio breath fanning against the others lips "I thought the same thing"
Fumio's mouth was warm with firm lips and a tongue that tasted of the many alcoholic drinks they had. Their hands griping each others hair the kiss was long and deep, tongue and teeth. pulling apart from each other they stared at the eyes of the other breath coming out in short pants.
"You sure you can handle this?" Satoru asked with a cocky devilish smirk.
