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Reigen Arataka. The most intolerable man on Earth. So much so that even when drunk he grew more tolerable because he wasn’t his cocky self. Unluckily for Ritsu, he still disliked him either way. But what Ritsu did like was his brother and he did promise him he’d pick up his school bag that he had so clumsily left at Reigen’s office.
The black haired male makes his way into the office, stone faced as he begins to announce his presence.
“I’m here to pick up niisans things- I’ll be right out.” He adds blankly.
There’s rummaging heard around his desk area and Ritsu believes he just caught him off guard.
“Oh thank god-.” The blond chuckles, maybe finding it a little more funny than it actually was. “I thought you were a customer..”
Ritsu tenses, making a disgusted face as the man slurs his words. “Are you drunk-?”
He turns to face Reigens desk, eyeing the man as he snorts, face planting on the desk as his hand he was resting on slips. “Noo-.”
Ritsu rolls his eyes, slinging Mob’s bag on his shoulder and approaching Reigen’s desk. “You’re a sad old man you know that? Drinking on a work day like you’ve actually done some hard work. What? You drowning out all the people you’ve actually just scammed?”
The adult whines, tilting his head back, bangs falling into his face. “You can be so mean sometimes.”
“Well I’m leaving- hopefully you don’t get hit by a train or something on your walk home.” He hisses, approaching the door.
Reigen makes a small train noise, leaning back in his chair. Ritsu pauses, angrily gripping the strap of the bag. Damn it.. as much as he wishes he would, he knows Shigeo would never forgive him for letting Reigen leave in this condition… he better stay with him till he sobers up a bit.
He exhales, annoyed and even pouting slightly as he drops the bag down on the ground, walking over to the desk like a cranky toddler.
“You’re staying?” Reigen asks, poking his head up.
Ritsu goes to retort quickly, as he’s waiting for soke stupid snappy comeback. But there is none. Just genuine delight in his voice. Oh no. He can feel himself growing flustered at the genuine kindness from the man, his cheeks growing rosey.
“I’m just staying until you’re back to you’re usual annoying self- I can’t leave you like this, you'll get yourself hurt.” He huffs.
Reigen buzzes happily, knocking some stuff on his desk over as he leans on it. “I knew you had it in you.” He smiles drunkenly. “I enjoy spending time with you.”
Ritsu looks taken aback. And he certainly doesn’t like how the dim lighting of the office casts a glowing streak right on Reigen’s drunken face. His hair tousled, shirt unbuttoned and eyes half lidded. He looks like what Ritsu has envisioned waking up next to him would look like. And his curiosity gets the better of him as this Reigen was more tolerable.
“What? Me?” He asks, making an irritated face.
The blond sighs, slowly sitting up as he leans on his hand, head tilted as he speaks. “You were always my favorite out of the bunch.”
Ritsu is nearly glowing, brighter than the dim light in the office and he doesn’t like it. He looks away, clutching the end of his sweatshirt like a small child as he twists his legs uncomfortably for reasons he would refuse to emit. Instead he focused on the dropped items from the desk that Reigen had so clumsily knocked over, bending down to pick them up.
“You’re making a mess..” He adds in a low tone, trying to reroute the conversation.
The office chair creaks and feels a hand resting on his back. He twitches, as instinct tells him to knock this drunk idiot the fuck out. But his lower region tells him to wait and see what happens.
“Sorry..” Reigen adds, bending over albeit a bit dizzily to pick up the items he knocked off. “You don’t need to clean up after me.”
Ritsu watches as he slowly picks up each item, now being able to pick up his scent as he’s leaned over. Cigarettes and lemon sour, and a hint of essential oils from his earlier work with massages that day. He also has beautiful lashes. This and curved ones, that really bring out his eyes, almost like their sparkling dully.
“I was just trying to help-.” Ritsu adds defensively.
“I know.” Reigen adds, setting the things back on the desk as he exhales. “And I appreciate that.”
Before Ritsu can snappily retort, Reigen speaks again.
“And you’re getting so big.. you grow up so fast.” He hums, rubbing the others back.
Ritsu twitches a bit and Reigen frowns, leaning closer to his shoulder. So much so that he can smell the alcohol and cigarettes on his breath.
“Whats the matter..? You out growin me? You don’t like me?” He asks softly.
“I-I’m not-!” Ritsu squeaks, turning to face him. “I-.”
There’s a low rumbling noise erupting from Reigen’s chest, his cheeks tinted pink. He’s laughing. That bastard is laughing at him. He feels his own face get red hot, bubbling angrily as he pushes his hand away.
“Shut up-!” He adds frustratedly.
“I’m just messin with you.” Reigen laughs, leaning back in his chair.
Ritsu pouts, he pouts like a small child who didn’t get what they wanted. He crosses his arms and eyes Reigen with all the rage his small body can muster.
“Come on, don’t be like that-.” He slurs, slithering his hands around the others waist and pulling him closer.
He fidgets in his grip, hissing. “Let go of me!”
“Come on, it was just a joke- look I’m sorry I’m sorry-!” He laughs.
“You’re still laughing at me!” Ritsu growls, smacking at his hands and thrashing.
“Because you’re cute when you’re mad..” The blond teases, pulling him closer.
Ritsu finally stop scratching at him like a cat as soon as he feels his warmth up against his body. Reigen is warm, like a heater, and his large and roughened hands from work just make Ritsu tighten in his pants.
“You done?” He jests. “You know you’re a lot like your brother..”
“I am..?” Ritsu asks, maybe a little too excitedly.
“Mhm, but I prefer you the most..” He purrs softly, causing Ritsu to shiver in his grip.
“R-Really..?” He shudders, mewling back obediently.
“Mhm..” Reigen hums, running his hands along the other's chest. “And you’re so smart and you’re really growing into your body..”
Ritsu is shuddering against his touch, his face glowing red as he leans back against the elder one's touch.
“You’re so special..” Reigen adds drunkenly, smoothing his hands over the others chest soothingly, feeling him arch his back in response.
He gasps softly. Him? Special? Special to Reigen? Oh god he feels like he’s gonna burst.. Special? Like above his brother? Reigen cherishes him over his suck up teacher's pet of a brother? He noticed him, he knew that Reigen’s teasing were coming from a place of love.
He doesn’t realize he's doing it but he’s leaning completely back against Reigen.
“Ah, you aren’t too old to wanna sit on Shishou’s lap..?” He asked snickering.
Before he can respond, Reigen has his hands under his arms, clumsily picking him and situating him on his lap, facing him. Ritsu can feel him breathing against his hair harmonically. In and out, in and out..
Not to mention the tightness in his pants hes now sitting on. Was it his cellphone..? Ritsu hopes not..
He trembles softly, allowing the words to exit his mouth. “S-Shishou..?”
Heat flashes within him as he says them.. it just feels, feels so right. It’s his word now.. his shishou. He tilts his head up to look at Reigen who is lovingly looking down at him, in the drunkest way possible.
“Yes?” Reigen asks softly, hands resting on his small waist.
Ritsu can’t help himself, leaning in to get a closer look at him and his messy blond hair. His lashes and the eyes beneath them, the color of his lips and the little marks on his skin. Along with each breath he takes and how his adams apple bobs so elegantly with each swallow.
It isn’t long before Reigen takes this as an okay and leans forward, pressing his lips to Ritsus, who whimpers and whines softly, kicking his legs in pleasure. He takes no effort in enticing him into it and quickly slithers his large tongue into his tiny mouth. The alcohol tastes bad.. and so do the cigarettes, but it doesn't matter to Ritsu because it’s the taste he’s dreamt so long about. Reigens taste. The taste he’s imagined while he relieves himself with his hands in his room alone, leaving silky strands along his sheets, allowing him to savor the guilt of what he’s done. Only to get off to that as well.
Reigens tongue is big, just like his hands that are exploring his sides and outer thighs. He can feel himself nearly dripping, just at the feeling of his tongue slithering around his innocent mouth. He starts throbbing at the thought of his using it elsewhere on his milky body.
Reigen pulls away, watching Ritsu disgustingly lap up the left over drool with amusement as he stares up at Reigen with all the admiration in the world.
Reigen opens his mouth to speak.
Yes yes, praise me, speak my name, let me hear it come out of your mouth, say it.
“I love you Mob.” Reigen adds softly, thumbing Ritsu’s cheek.
Suddenly everything stops, but not in the way it did when their soft lips met each other, but in the way that Ritsu has trouble swallowing the lump in his throat. He wants to cry, he even trembles a bit, embarrassed and caught in a compromising and humiliating position.
“You bastard!” He yells, slapping him with an open palm as he scrambles to his feet, backing away.
“Wait- Mob.” Reigen adds softly, reaching out to him.
“I’m not Mob! I’m Ritsu! Ritsu!!” He yells, stomping his foot as hot tears begin to run down his face, despite his best efforts to stop them.
“Y-You’re a disgusting old shit head-!” He pauses only getting angrier. “And you were going to do that to my brother? Whats wrong with you?!”
He runs to the door before stopping. “I hope-… I hope you get hit by a train on the way home and get mangled beyond recognition!”
He slams the door on his way out, running down the street as he quickly wipes his eyes, trying to prevent any further tears from coming out. He stops by a nearby park, empty because of how late it is and calms himself down, back to himself. But he’s angry, he’s angry and that’s okay, because Ritsu got angry, but never upset, especially over that fraud. He proceeds to make his way home, angry and also horny, irritated at the situation that is still happening in his pants, and angry that a part of him wishes he still played a long, pretending to be his brother.
He walks into the house; murmuring to himself angrily as he kicks his shoes off.
“Hey Ritsu.” Mob says from the living room. “Did you get my bag?”
Ritsu smacks his head a few times. Fuck! His bag! He just lets out a disgruntled noise, running up the stairs and slamming his door to his bedroom, leaning against it as he squeezes his bulge, so hard he digs his nails into it.
“Whats wrong with Ritsu..?” Mob asks worriedly. “Should we go talk to him?”
“Nah.” Dimple adds blankly, playing go fish with Mob. “I get like that to when I have to be alone with Reigen.” He slaps down a card. “Go fish.”