Akihito stood, an inch away from dumb struck, not knowing where to start, the tape measure in his hands momentarily forgotten.

Asami simply looked back at him, his eyes smoldering and his mouth curved in a playful line that screamed confidence and swagger and fuck, Akihito wanted to kiss those things right off those perfect fucking lips. "Something the matter?" Asami teased after a time, the fire in his eyes flaring as he did so.

That was enough to spark Akihito out of his inaction; enough for him to set down his measuring tape and step forward, because this was his domain and Asami was his prize, which he circled in slow steps. The heat in Akihito's veins grew, his pulse quickening as tension settled in.

Asami remained impassive, with his stupidly handsome face and perfect hair, his broad shoulders and powerful legs flawlessly proportioned for wearing suits, or for not wearing anything at all, fuck, this guy really was the crème de la crème. "Quite the opposite." Akihito drawled back as he came to Asami's chest once more.

All he got back was a deep chuckle, wicked and self-assured, because who fucking wouldn't be when you looked like that? Akihito hadn't even taken one piece of clothing off Asami and he was already this overwhelmed, oh yeah, this was not going to be like any set of measurements he'd taken at all. And Akihito was fucking excited for it.

And so with methodical movements, Akihito reached out for Asami's tie to yank on the knot with a finger curled under the silken fabric, bringing Asami's face inches away from his as he did so, and it was already so fucking tempting to smash his mouth against the one currently smirking back at him, "You play a dangerous game, Akihito." Came the hot drawl only a breath from his own lips. "You just went from simple designer to arms trafficker in the space of an afternoon." It was provocative and baiting, but Akihito ignored him nonetheless as he slid the tie out from under Asami's collar and let it fall to the floor. Fuck hanging it up, he didn't have time for that shit right now.

"Don't you remember me saying," Akihito finally chose to counter as he splayed his hand against Asami's chest, dug his fingers into the rich woolen jacket and pushed Asami upright to start at the buttons, slow and measured still. "That I always get what I want?"

If Asami's eyes were smoldering before, now they were fucking blazing, just like Akihito's body as he took Asami out of his jacket one arm at a time to reveal his holsters underneath with deadly weapons cradled in them.

"Fuck." He couldn't help whispering as he took in the view, Asami standing there with those holsters strapped around his shoulders, his collar messy and tieless, was fucking the epitome of everything he'd been looking for. He was the sort of handsome that tied your tongue and turned you into a complete goober, the sort of inhumanly attractive that had men and women alike looking at him, the sort of person that oozed power and danger just fucking standing there as he was now. "Fuck." Was all he managed again.

"Having second thoughts are we?" Asami leant down to whisper in his ear, every word dripping with triumph and antagonism, that sexy, arrogant bastard.

Much sooner than he thought he would, Akihito snapped and gave in to Asami's proximity.

"Never!"

Oh, he should have snapped sooner, because ripping at the buttons to Asami's shirt and feeling the smooth skin and muscled chest underneath was glorious, smashing their mouths together and tasting Asami's tongue on his was a sure fire way for him to really ignite.

Asami gave him no quarter though; in a split second he'd pushed Akihito against his desk with a growl to replicate what first happened in Asami's office.

Except this time Asami's teeth were nipping at his throat, his hands up his shirt, circling at his nipples as he rolled his hips in an noticeable display of his own excitement. "You're an ambitious one, I like that." Asami rasped as he slowed the pace down, laving at Akihito's pulse. And then Asami brought everything to a standstill to tease Akihito with that heated remark. He wasn't done playing yet.

Of course Akihito could still play this game though, it was easy as he wound his legs around Asami's hips and locked himself in place, he raked his nails along Asami's taut abs and reeled as Asami shuddered with unadulterated delight, he sent his fingers down underneath Asami's beltline to tease the heaven sent muscled V at his waist and basked in the sound of Asami groaning in his ear. He could feel Asami coiling tight with his own restraint, nothing was more fun than making someone else snap too.

"Oh?" with momentous will power he managed to push Asami away, every inch of him fucking screaming to keep the man close, instead he managed to lead the silent predator stalking him around to his office chair, to push him back and spread his shirt open even more to display that smokin' hot body for the full appreciation it deserved.

Akihito kicked off his boots before leaning back on his desk, feeling Asami practically rip his clothes off with his eyes alone, for once Akihito wouldn't mind if they got wrecked, not at all.

"So you're saying." Akihito began as he palmed the front of his jeans, spreading his legs to give Asami the show he was visually devouring. "That I did bring enough to the table?" with that Akihito popped his belt, slid his pants down with an slow and hella sumptuous roll of his hips back off the desk, and he could see Asami's chest heaving, could see the restraint in his eyes even as he enjoyed the show, his jaw clenched and his knuckles white, Akihito could fucking smell the want. "Or do you still need convincing?"

"Convince me a little more." Came the husky command that Akihito wanted nothing more than to obey. Asami's grin was downright feral as Akihito did just that, as he moved off from his desk and straddled Asami's lap in nothing but his oversized sweater and briefs. The manic thrill oozing from Asami was palpable, everything about him right now was fucking wild, a far cry from the refined ideals of sophisticated suits and ties that everyone paired him with.

"The thing is, Asami." Akihito whispered as he leaned in tantalizingly close, close enough to feel his fervor, to rut shamelessly against Asami' firm body and whine at the teasing friction, "Everyone wants you for something, money, or social standing, for fame or money, but me?" he sat back on his hips then, rocking his ass against the satisfying bulge in Asami's pants, and the responding growl that came with it was nearly enough to have Akihito coming on the spot. "Me, I just want your body, and, unlike everyone else, I'm more than happy to admit that. If that's not convincing… then I don't know what is." with his last line; Akihito made fucking sure to convince him.

In deliberate movements Akihito thumbed the front of his briefs down, settling them low on his hips to free his extremely hard and oh so neglected dick. "Do you know how many times I've jacked off about you since we met?" Akihito challenged as he took himself in his hand, watching Asami's breath catch in his throat as he did so.

"You owe me for all those lonely moments." Akihito whispered against Asami's lips as he deliberately rolled his hips into his hand, and fuck this was going to be way too fast, because Asami was right there, and just watching him like this was satisfying enough. A moan bubbled up from his throat as he rut into his hand, the spectacle he was making of himself only served to make it so much hotter, and Akihito was all set to keep going because this was the sort of kinky shit that wet dreams were made of.

Before he could finish himself off though, could stroke himself shamelessly and finish all over Asami's chest; Asami himself took charge.

"I always pay my debts, Akihito, this one gladly." Asami whispered sonorously as he shoved Akihito back onto the desk again, as he pushed Akihto's shirt up and sucked on his flesh all the way down, nibbling at his hips and pinning him until all Akihito could do was gasp in growing desperation.

And then Asami's mouth was on his dick, taking it all the way in with sweeps of his god given tongue and mind blowing passes of his lips, the only thing Akihito was capable of then was arching off the desk, burying his hands in Asami's hair to hold on to reality as Asami tried to take him to a place he'd never fucking been before.

"Oh, f-fuck, yes." And he was whimpering like something in heat now, he didn't give a damn shit, not when he was feeling this good. Strong, calloused hands ripped at his briefs, starved of the flesh underneath, and then his thighs were gripped in absolute control, pushed apart until he was spread on his desk like some sacrificial piece of meat he would gladly fucking be.

Objects were pushed off his desk in the hormone crazed carnage, flung aside and Akihito hoped they fucking broke for getting in the way right now. A hard desk had never been so fucking comfortable in his life, and he'd been on a few desks.

Whether Asami found the supply of lube in his draws or brought his own, Akihito didn't fucking know and didn't fucking care, all he could do was scream as those perfect fingers teased at his entrance, around and around as he got closer and closer. "Don't you dare fucking stop now." Akihito cursed as those magic fingers stilled, as Asami's mouth left his dick just seconds away from bliss, aching with need.

Asami was panting at his throat then, hoarse and labored like he'd already had his fair share of fucking. "Akihito." Came his name, it rolled off that tongue, perfect, full of intimate infliction and unbridled, filthy lust. Cold goosebumps tickled his skin as Asami whispered again. "I'm more than convinced."

And then Asami's fingers thrust inside him with the strength of his whole arm, rough, violent, magnificent and buried themselves knuckle deep to curl at the spot that had Akihito seeing stars, that had him rutting back onto those fingers and moaning as he came all over himself instead. And Asami drank back his moans, kissed his mouth like Akihito was the first sip of salvation for a thirsting man.

If Akihito thought he couldn't get more excited, he thought that might actually be impossible because wet dreams were already coming true, then he was wrong. The metallic clang of Asami's belt undoing was like a euphoric hit of some A-class drug, except this one, Akihito thought, might be much more addicting.

Asami reeled as his own control slipped through his fingers, as Akihito's supple body with utterly perfect skin curved off the desk, his back bent at a divine angle, his body pleading, and Asami was the one giving him deliverance with nothing but his fingers.

There was a certain satisfaction in stripping someone of their inhibitions and decency, of whittling it away bit by bit until they didn't recognize themselves. There was even greater satisfaction, he realized, in playing with someone who was already debauched and free of all their morality, because that meant no holding back.

It was human nature to feel guilty for feeling good, but as Asami looked down at this thing, breath taking, writhing with his fingers deep inside, demanding for Asami to just "fuck me already." It was easy to see Akihito had not a shred of those principals.

This was a person that deserved to be fucked, and Asami was more than willing to oblige and giving him everything he was owed, oh yes, he was willing to embrace that side of himself that rolled Akihito over on the desk and held him down face first against the hard surface, the side of himself that snarled with pleasure as Akihito moaned at his own man handling like he wanted to be objectified.

The high that came as he finally buried his dick inch by inch into Akihito's heat was almost cataclysmic, that indecent body rocked back against his dick in need, clenched around him with mind-blowing pressure that stole Asami's breath, and so Asami moved.

He'd never fucked anyone quite this hard, he'd never wanted to, because there was something so thrilling at hearing his name the way Akihito said it, he'd never lost himself in his own name, but here was Akihito was chanting it again and again like it was some exalting prayer and Asami was god.

The lewd sound of flesh on flesh echoed underneath Akihito's lament as Asami pulled out and plunged in with a snaps of his hips, and still Akihito asked for more, harder, deeper, faster. He was the most needy thing that Asami had ever had the delight in fucking.

Pressure rose in his blood, in his veins as the high spread throughout his body, as Akihito's gloriously tight hole took him again and again, until it was too good, too much, until it was Asami coming with a rumble of pleasure deep in his chest and stammering thrusts of his hips.

Akihito came into his awareness then, whining with frustration, with his dick in his hand to finish himself off, the tugs desperate and unmeasured, so Asami answered it all with one last balls deep grind of his hips, and then Akihito truly came undone. He keened against the desk, sweat on his brow and rapture in his eyes as he fell apart with abandon.

And it was then that Asami knew he absolutely must have this part of Akihito all to himself.