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They were on the brink of no return. If they kept going there was going to be no walking away from what they did. Ushio grit his teeth and made Yusei look him in the eyes. "Tell me to stop. Tell me to stop right now."
Those blue eyes were nearly the color of midnight with desire. The teen shook his head then leaned up to kiss him again. "Don't stop."
The strain in Ushio's pants met max resistance against his jeans, his cock fully hardening in an instant. The big man grabbed Yusei by the shoulders and met the young man's kiss with the force of a hurricane. He leaned forward until he had the teen pinned beneath him on the couch. It wasn't long before he had managed to wedge himself between long legs, their hips grinding together.
Yusei ran his hand over Ushio's copper-colored cheek, his thumb gently rubbing over the scar under his left eye. "How about getting to know me better?" He leaned in again.
"Stop," Ushio said, pushing him back once more, "stop right now."
But Yusei didn't stop this time. He slipped past his large hands and kissed him.
Ushio's cock was inflating like an airbag. The man grit his teeth as the heat pulled below his belly. Yusei was being such a bloody teasing bastard. He wanted the teen more with every second. "Shit!" One large hand pushed Yusei to arms length away. "Stop it! Just stop it! This isn't you!"
"Do you really know me, Officer Ushio?"
Yusei was experiencing a diverse range of emotions right now. Part of him was ashamed for trying to seduce Ushio, another part was eager. While the two of them had never gotten along, he was attracted to the officer. He was curious how the man would be in the sack. It was too bad that he was hitting on him under such circumstances.
He continued to match Ushio's stare, keeping his expression confident even though he was shaking inside from nerves.
Yusei shifted his other hand to hover over the growing bulge in his pants. Ushio mentally cursed himself. He couldn't believe he had already reached that level of arousal just because the teen was practically in his lap. It hadn't been that long since he had sex, had it?
Well, maybe it had. But it was no excuse.
"It's alright, you know," Yusei whispered. "I won't tell."
It was like they were acting out the modern version to a period drama. One moment Ushio was staring intently into Yusei's blue eyes, the next moment the younger man was leaning forward and touching Ushio's square jaw with a bare hand. He had removed his glove at some point.
"What do I have to do to convince you otherwise, Officer?"
He needed something like a mental detergent or a bleach to get his point through. He didn't "like" Yusei, but he liked the idea of him selling his body in the sex trade even less. "You're staying here tonight."
"What?" It was a rare expression for Yusei to show Ushio. The young duelist was the witter one, and the officer couldn't help but savor the moment.
"I said you're staying. Until I know you've gotten it through that thick skull of yours you're not doing that anymore."
Ushio stressed his tone as he spoke again. "I said no more prostitution. Do you understand?"
"Ah, I do," was all Yusei responded with.
Yusei wasn't stupid. The younger male did understand, but Ushio had a feeling deep in his gut that Yusei was going to continue anyway if he didn't do something more.
The silence stretched between them for a long moment before Ushio broke it. "You're to stop it now, the prostitution. It's against the law. It's fine if you're hired for an odd job or what the fuck ever, but no more fucking for money."
Yusei's face didn't show any particular emotion for several seconds before he nodded. However, it wasn't really an answer, just an acknowledgement.
The officer frowned.
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