Asami kept his gun, prompting his g

Asami kept his gun, prompting his guards to do the same. His attention shifted to Akihito, who by now had gone quiet. Face flushed, the boy had both hands closed around his crotch uncomfortably.

"Takaba sama, are you all right?" Toru knelt next to the photographer.

When Akihito did not answer, the guard placed a hand on Akihito's forehead. He removed his hand instantly to look up at his boss. "Asami sama, he is slightly warm."

Akihito brought both legs to his chest and wrapped protective hands around his legs. Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead as he panted heavily, as though as he had just completed a 400-meter race.

"Asami – I – can't breathe!" There were tears in Akihito's eyes as he pleaded.

The yakuza knelt down, placed two fingers on Akihito's neck to measure his pulse. The severe panting, flushed face and the unexplainable erection could only meant one thing – Fei Long had slipped a pill with aphrodisiac substance into Akihito's mouth.

Asami nearly cursed as he carried the boy out of the restaurant. He slipped into the limousine, ordering Suoh to drive them to the nearest hotel. The bulky guard's expert maneuvering skills brought the crime lord and his drug-influenced lover to Keio Hotel where the president suite had been prepared for them.

None of the employees spoke when Asami carried the boy through the lobby. Some guests paused to stare but many assumed he was unwell since the crime lord bundled his lover in his trench coat.

"Leave us," he told Kirishima as he placed Akihito on the king sized bed. "Get the men to find Chen in the meantime."

"Yes, Asami sama," the secretary bowed before closing the room behind him.

"A – sami," Akihito pleaded, pulling his jacket away.

The yakuza undressed before climbing onto the bed. Asami was well-informed about these drugs. Often labeled as rape drug, it was widely used in cheap clubs where men slipped them into their companion's drinks. The drug could do no more harm than increase sexual pleasures – if taken without alcohol. However, the victim usually experienced discomfort and the effect was exactly what he saw in Akihito.

"A – sami," the photographer's speech began to slur.

Asami responded by unbuckling his lover's jeans, pulling them off in one swift movement. Akihito's erection was already straining, leaking with pre-cum. The boy cried when Asami closed his fingers around his cock. He squirmed, trying to push his lover's hand away.

"No –," he protested, "—it hurts – ah!" The photographer cried when Asami started pumping it.

Hovering on top of Akihito, the yakuza leaned closer, licking the single tear that Akihito shed. "Ssh – it will hurt more if you protest," he murmured as he moved downwards.

Just when he thought Akihito was about to go insane from the torture, Asami engulfed Akihito's cock in his mouth.

"Ah – no!" Akihito's body jerked as he felt his cock in Asami's warm mouth. The pleasure was so intensifying that Akihito screamed.

Akihito fisted his hands in Asami's hair; not caring if it would mess up the older man's slick hair. Eyes closed, Akihito surrendered to Asami's masterful strokes. His body twitched with pleasure when he felt Asami's tongue ran over the sensitive head, sucking onto it gently.

And that was all Akihito could stand before he started thrusting himself in his lover's mouth. Sensing he was near, he tried to push Asami away but the yakuza caught his hands and caged them together as he continued to pleasure the photographer. It took Akihito under a minute before he came, releasing the white sticky liquid into Asami's mouth.

Asami let him go then, wiping his lips with his thumb. He flipped Akihito to his knees, coated his fingers with the remaining cum and slid two fingers into him easily. The photographer was already wet, and hardly needed any foreplay but Asami prepared him anyway.

Still intoxicated, Akihito found himself harden again. Too aroused to care about his stupid pride, he turned behind, gazing his lust-filled eyes at Asami. "Ryuichi – please."

The invitation was difficult to be ignored and Asami fulfilled his lover's request by positioning his own erected cock on Akihito's puckered entrance, sinking it inside Akihito.

Akihito gasped, arching his back. The cock inside him felt so right; it fitted so perfectly, making him feel whole. The photographer moved his hips, pushing himself backwards as he tried to get Asami to fill him to the base. He was so needy that he couldn't help but to sneak his hands down to his own erection, stroking from the base to tip in rhythmic, quick movements.

"Don't touch yourself," Asami ordered, pushing his lover's hand away.

"I – I can't!" Akihito panted, wrapping his fingers around his erection again. His heart beat quickened, finding himself ready to burst anytime soon. Just a few more strokes and –

Asami chose the same time to change Akihito's position again. Pulling himself out from the younger man, he made the photographer lie on his side and hoist a leg up his shoulder. Exposed and vulnerable, the photographer could do nothing but watch Asami's length slid into him inch by inch. With a hand clamping on Akihito's leg, Asami used his other hand to grip his lover's cock, stroking it.

"Ryu –," Akihito couldn't even finished calling out Asami's name when he came in his lover's hands.

The photographer lay quietly, panting after his second climax but Asami wasn't done with him yet. Thrusting inside Akihito with precise movements that could made Akihito see stars, the yakuza continued to move faster until he finally came, emptying inside Akihito.

And Asami only had time to pull out his cock before Akihito pushed him on the bed. The yakuza's eyes widened in surprised as Akihito would normally be exhausted by the second round. The boy then straddled him, lowering his cum-filled hole into Asami.

The sight of the boy moving so sensuously on top of him brought Asami's cock back to life again. Gripping Akihito's hips, Asami took control of the situation by halting Akihito's movements. He began to thrust upwards, watching the boy arched backwards, exposing his long neck as he moaned in pleasure.

It was heavenly, Asami decided when he watched the younger man being so forward. He had to admit that he enjoyed this side of Akihito but never under influence. He wanted to break the boy's barrier and make Akihito scream his name when he was sober.

But a lusty Akihito wasn't something Asami would want to complain. He sat up; wrapping his arms around the younger man's back and licked his arched neck.

"Ah – Ryuichi, more!" Akihito screamed.

Asami responded by caging Akihito's hands behind the small of his back, making the boy arched to him even more. He flicked his tongue around Akihito's perk nipple, gently biting it. He did the same to the other nipple before moving up to Akihito's neck. Gently, he sucked, marking the boy with red marks around his collar bone, all the while thrusting upwards.