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The cold air was refreshing and calming on Asamis face when he stepped out of Sion. He had told Kirishima not to follow him, he needed a moment for himself. He stuck a Dunhill between his lips and reached for a lighter, but soon realized he didn’t have one. Asami cursed under his breath. This is why he always had his assistant with him. Asami was about to turn and go back inside when he heard a voice from his side.
“Need a light?” asked the blond boy leaning against a nearby lamp post. He had a lighter in his hand and he was flicking the flame on and off.
Asami didn’t answer at first and just eyed the kid up and down for a while. He looked to be a little under 6 feet tall and had silvery blond hair. He had a lithe but athletic frame, but what really stood out about him were his eyes. They were incredibly expressive.
“Isn’t it past your bedtime, kid?” Asami finally asked, even though he stepped closer and accepted the offered flame. He didn’t break eye contact with the boy as he leaned down to light his cigarette. Asami saw the slight blush rise on the boy’s cheeks. He was obviously nervous about something. Even still the kid tried to act nonchalant and confident.
Interesting.
“I’m not a kid”, the boy said and tried to smile flirtatiously. He almost succeeded. Asami just quirked his brow and smirked. He leaned back and eyed the kid up and down once again. He looked really young, twenty at the most.
The kid shuffled awkwardly for a moment, before collecting himself and stepping closer to Asami.
“Sooo, how about you and me get out of here and find a place more… secluded?” he said seductively and gazed at Asami with his captivating hazel eyes.
Well.
That was unexpected, Asami thought.
He didn’t do anything, just looked at the kid with amusement and curiosity in his golden eyes.
“I can show you a real good time if you let me”, the boy continued and boldly slid his hands under Asamis suit jacket and around his waist. He leaned up on his toes and brought his parted lips near Asamis own.
Asami hummed, took one final drag from his Dunhill and then dropped it to the ground. He slid one hand deftly into the boys blond hair and pressed his lips firmly against his.
Asami smirked at the sharp intake of breath from the boy, he had obviously taken him by surprise.
Quickly recovering the boy returned the kiss. His lips tasted like peppermint and vanilla. It was good.
Asami slid his tongue past the boy’s lips and stroked it against the roof of his mouth. He smiled a little as the boy curiously twined his own tongue around Asamis. He definitely wasn’t a very experienced kisser, but it was adorable all the same.
His smile quickly turned into a smirk when he felt the boy’s hands wandering over and in his pockets, searching.
Predictable, yet amusing, Asami thought.
He slid his free hand slowly down the boy’s arm and finally took a firm hold of his wrist, just as he found his wallet. The boy froze and Asami heard his comical gulp. With the hand in the kid’s hair, he yanked his head back and took delight in the alarmed squeak the boy let out.
“My, what were you about to do, naughty boy?” Asami asked rhetorically, gazing at the boy’s red face curiously.
“N-nothing! Let go, you jerk!” the kid shouted and tried to pat uselessly at the hand holding his hair.
“Oh?” Asami asked, amused. He pulled the kid’s own wallet out of his back pocket, casually copping a feel of his firm ass at the same time.
“Hey! Give that back!” the boy yelled, squirming wildly to get free.
“Stop fidgeting… Takaba Akihito”, Asami said with a slight pause as he flipped the boy’s wallet open and read the name in his driver’s license.
“Eighteen years old, what’s a kid like you doing out so late?” Asami asked.
“I-I’m nineteen, you asshole, give it back!” the boy answered and glared at him angrily from under his brows.
Asami chuckled and slipped the wallet back in the kid’s pocket, letting go of his hair with a ruffle.
“Come by the club, when you’re a bit older, kid. I’ll buy you a drink”, Asami said and turned to go back inside.
“Bastard, I’m definitely never coming back to this place again…” he heard the kid mutter sullenly before running the other way.
The black Sion business card he had slipped in the kid’s wallet would make sure the boy knew where to come. Asami knew the type, too curious for his own good.
Takaba Akihito… Asami had a feeling they would meet again very soon.