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Kyouji's asleep in Satomi's room. The trip is always so tiring and he doesn't really rest anywhere else, so whenever they meet at Satomi's he makes the man take a nap for his own good.
Which is now a bit dangerous because seeing him so unguarded...is making Satomi have weird thoughts.
Most of the other yakuza guys talk shit about Kyouji. Mostly what Satomi already knows, that he's dumb and slow, but he can also learn a dozen other bad habits of his just by staying next to them for a few minutes.
Not all of the things he learns are bad though. And one in particular has kept Satomi awake these past few weeks.
Someone started a conversation about their shared baths, their tattoos, their physique and perm guy (or was it that one with the glasses?) mentioned Kyouji being a "lucky bastard blessed in many more ways than he deserves".
It took Satomi a while. First confusion, then shock. And now he can't stop thinking about it.
About the way all the others promptly agreed with it, about Kyouji sitting across from him at a restaurant, legs apart and dress pants unfortunately leaving everything to imagination.
It's not like he never thought he'd see it.
But, with how long they've been together already, it's surely taking a long time. Satomi still worried by the time they get there curiosity will have driven him insane.
Of course, the guy must've been exaggerating. Satomi hasn't exactly seen a ton of pictures, but people can't have them that different, right?
He takes a peek at the genkan where their shoes are next to each other and noticed the substantial difference, then glances at Kyouji's hands and at his own. Those are completely different things, though...He thinks.
"Maybe I should just ask..." But, while the thought of Kyouji potentially choking on his McShake is amazing, Satomi usually hates Kyouji's answers. And it would soon turn into the why won't you touch me conversation he's been avoiding for some time now.
Kyouji looks at peace in his sleep, which only annoys Satomi. It's always like the man is clueless, blissfully unaware of anything while Satomi loses his mind.
"Will he even notice if I..." Satomi's eyes fall on the man's crotch, no impressive bulge there or anything, just a regular man's privates.
It's not enough to be sure, though. He can't simply look at it and call it a day, his annoying detail oriented brain doesn't work like that.
"Kyouji-san." He checks to see if the man's awake. "Kyouji-san?"
Satomi, for all the complaints about Kyouji not touching him, realizes he has only ever touched Kyouji on a whim. To check if he really was alive, to hug him and convey feelings he couldn't even properly understand yet. And now, his hand feeling up Kyouji's dick while his face is burning.
He can hear Kyouji's voice inside his head and soon gets very inappropriate thoughts of what would he sound like while feeling good, mixed with what dumb thing he'd say that would make Satomi want to squash the thing inside his hand in annoyance.
"What," Satomi does realize it is big. Not unnaturally so, but he can definitely tell. And he gets it now, his peers' resentment. It's the weight, the way it fills his hand and it keeps... growing?
It doesn't make him let him pull his hand away, though. He keeps gently holding it, a little bit lost on what to do with the way he can feel its warmth and twitching underneath the fabric of Kyouji's pants.
And he knows it's kind of crazy to go from one single one-sided hug to palming his dick through his clothes.
Ah, Satomi-kun, if only I had known you were so thirsty Satomi embarasses himself by imagining Kyouji's voice again, but it doesn't even make him want to crush the guy's thing, it only spurs him further, serving as a reminder that they could be having this, he could be hearing Kyouji saying these things to him as Satomi touches him.
His hand finally lets go and moves away. Satomi notices it is trembling a bit now.
But before he can bring it closer to try and steady himself, a hand grabs his wrist.
"I was having a very nice dream, you know..."
"Dream..."
Kyouji still doesn't open his eyes. He simply pulls Satomi on top of him until they're impossibly close, until he can certainly feel how nervous Satomi is, though his face doesn't show it.
"If I behave well, can I get more of it?" Kyouji whispers and Satomi's hand gets dragged to his crotch again, except Kyouji presses against it this time.
"I don't want you to behave. Never did."
Kyouji's been doing it for so long after all, Satomi is more than impatient.