Elevator Trouble

Eichi smiles as he flutters his eyes open. That muffled yet telltale, comforting coo of one of Wataru’s doves finishes rousing him from the clutches of Nyx. He swivels his legs over to the edge of the bed as he sits up, leaving his messy covers in lieu of the more alluring task of opening the window.

“Coo-coo, coo-coo!”

“Hehe. Good morning to you too, Robespierre.”

The dove hobbles onto his outstretched finger, bobbing his head in courtship before flying off back to his owner, wherever he may be.

Raising his arms above his head, he lets out a small moan, feeling a small jump in his heart rate and relishing in the way his blood flows throughout the rest of his limbs—save for the fabled “morning wood.”

“Curtains…” a groggy voice off to the side musters.

Glancing through a gothic partition, Eichi smiles. “Don’t tell me such a simple gesture made you jealous, Sakuma-kun. Hiding it away will not change the fact that it’s happened.”

The man only sinks further into his pillow, drifting off once again. Oh, what a pitiful thing—too tired to even fetch his sleep mask on the ground for the nth time. He chuckles lightly, mindful of their other sleeping roommate, before he returns the room to partial darkness, closing the window and curtains again.

After making himself a nice tall glass of water, he quickly changes into his clothes for the day and heads towards the Seisoukan elevator. It chugs along normally until it halts on the second floor. Hm? Looking up from his phone, he meets eyes with another fellow early bird.

“Oh! Good morning, Eichi-kun.”

“Tsumugi…” He takes a step to the side, allowing him some space. “Yes, good morning.”

The man slides in just as casually, letting his briefcase put that much more of a buffer between them. “I hope you’ve had a restful sleep. It seems like it’ll be another long day for us in the office~”

Eichi hums. “Like usual.”

As the doors close, he glances at Tsumugi after he feels one on himself, only to find the man continuing to stare at the doors in wait. The floor lightly jostles, and the both of them quickly adjust to the last descent. However, when the elevator stops, the doors likewise remain motionless.

“Eh?” Tsumugi steps forward, pressing a hand against their apparent barricade. “It’s not opening?”

Eichi ascertains it himself by lightly banging on the doors. “Huh.” He leans towards the control panel to press a button a few times, trying some longer holds, then fully commits to taking a step. “It really isn’t.”

Unlike the other buttons, the emergency button responds to his press as expected, and the operator they connect to reassures that they’ll be rescued within the next hour or so. But until then, they’ll just have to hang tight and factor in the delay to their day. It’s not the worst. At the very least, they seem to have already hit the ground floor, so there’s no chance of any sudden drop that might injure them.

“For now, we’ll just have to wait,” Eichi says, drafting a few emails with a thumb.

Tsumugi maintains his nonchalance as well, pulling out his own phone and addressing his own schedule without missing a beat. “It seems so.”

The air fills with light taps of screens and light shifts of their clothing when they adjust their weight on another leg. That is, until- Ring, ring!

“Oh,” Tsumugi startles a little. “Sorry, is it okay if I take this, Eichi-kun?”

“It’s work, isn’t it? I don’t mind either way.”

He inclines his head regardless, accepting the call and the immediate cry for comfort that defies the need for a speaker button. “Tsumugiii…!”

While Eichi becomes an unintentional eavesdropper to the various little woes of Tsumugi’s superior, he pockets his phone and crosses his arms in wait. It grows apparent that boredom won’t be the pressing problem. Every grievance that gets vented to Tsumugi reminds him of his own minor annoyance starting to form.

That glass of water he had earlier hadn't been one of indulgence. Not like that day he downed four of them in short succession, deliberately waited and waited—feeling how any other pent up boy might feel—and walked to the one bathroom his employees usually strayed from, in wary assumption that it’s unspokenly his own. No, the one he had earlier helped him start his day.

If it weren’t for their stroke of bad luck, he would have enjoyed getting some work done at ES first, then going during one of his breaks. Instead of conserving energy and taking the elevator like usual, he wonders if he should have worked on his stamina by taking the stairs.

“Ahaha. NewDi’s president can be so passionate.”

“You two sound close.”

“I’d like to think so, hehe. He feels comfortable enough to call me everyday, so I assume we are.” Tsumugi then tilts his head slightly. “You haven’t been looking so good since the doors got stuck, Eichi-kun. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just thinking of who to lay off next.” After a flustered face from Tsumugi, Eichi wearily smiles. “Kidding.” Though another burn of his muscles truly makes him consider.

“If you need to-” Tsumugi says, flushing in a way that’s less nervous and more… lewd. “You don’t need to hold it anymore, Eichi-kun.”

Those mere words make him twitch in his pants, seducing his iron clench into almost letting up.

“What happened in the bathroom stall the other day, um…”

Eichi flushes, looking away from those eyes and crossing his arms tighter.

“What ultimately happened doesn’t change the fact you tried to help me.“ It’s a cautious tone from him. “And to begin with, it was my fault. But, um. You can pee in my face rather than on it this time.”

Eichi nearly ruins himself, snapping his head back up to the man and staring. “…What?”

“If our rescuers see the heir of the Tenshouin Zaibatsu having wet himself, it wouldn’t be a good image, would it?” For a moment, the look in Tsumugi’s eyes almost returns to normal, like he’s merely listing a threat in a SWOT analysis, but there’s that subtle, manipulative edge Tsumugi may or may not be aware of. It makes Eichi’s heart throb when he adds his elaboration. “Even if you make an iron-fist gag order, rumors are sure to spread…”

Scoffing, Eichi smiles a tad fond. “You’re asking me to relieve myself with you again? Do you really have a liking for that sort of thing?”

“I-I’m only offering,” Tsumugi defends. “It’s just, you’re whimpering too, Eichi-kun.” He is? “I know it must hurt.”

“Hah.” The laugh comes out breathier than he wants. “You needn’t debase yourself when you haven’t slighted me this time, Tsumugi. It won’t be much longer.”

It’s an unspoken “alright,” the way Tsumugi withdraws from him while he stands still and tall. 

Eichi leans back against one of the walls, letting his gaze lower to the floor again, counting the seconds that follow afterward. In the monotony of it all, his mind wanders to his memory of Tsumugi, parting his lips when he had already emptied himself onto him.

He continues to clench.

Surely… He hesitates to confirm it and reach for his phone, bulging in his back pocket. Surely, surely, it’s nearly been an hour with how long the seconds have stretched.

“Hah,” he pants. Oh- That would be funny. Before his expected personnel come and get them out, he inhales and exhales all the precious oxygen between the two of them, killing them both by suffocation. And once their bodies truly relax, he’d have an excuse. “Hah, hah.”

He flicks his eyes up one last time to the blushing man and breathes, “Tsumugi-”

Thud, thud. His briefcase drops next to him, knees following soon after. 

Eichi squeezes his eyes, covering his mouth from making yet another pathetic whimper, as Tsumugi unzips his pants and takes a hold of his dick like nothing. “I’ll do my best, but try not to do it all at once, Eichi-kun.”

Tsumugi’s hand holds him gently, guiding his tip to his mouth where his lips wrap around him.

“Mmph-” Eichi groans, leaking once his weight rests upon velvet. His piss slides across Tsumugi’s tongue, reaching the back of his mouth where it branches and pools around the sides. “Nn.” Fighting the flow, he clenches into another burn, giving Tsumugi ample time to swallow.

Gulp.

Eichi flushes, letting go once more.

A puff of air escapes from Tsumugi’s nostrils, tickling the rest of his shaft, as he swallows yet another remnant of his nightly and morning fluids. Each rhythmic exhale makes his slick tongue twitch against the underside of his cock—an extension of his throat’s work—and each taste bud coaxes him into relaxing more.

“Nngh.”

Shit. He bursts, filling Tsumugi by the cheeks, barely holding himself back for the man to catch up.

Gulp, gulp, gulp… He bounces against Tsumugi’s palate, massaged by each twitch of his tongue. Ah- Something warm rushes and rushes, but he already feels the last of his piss leave him.

“Hah…” Tsumugi pants against his crotch, and when Eichi braves a peek, he meets eyes with the man, looking as heated as he feels.

Badump.

Eichi blinks, lowering his gaze even more.

It’s standing.

And it looks just as it feels too. Hot, weighty, and as full as Tsumugi’s had looked when he saw it from their bathroom trip. With every filtered breath he takes against his hands, he feels the tingles of arousal spread with each hearty pump of blood. It twitches, it throbs. Every circulation looping in his body can finally be felt so nicely in his cock.

“Um.” Tsumugi blushes, delicately cupping the underside of his testicles. “It looks like Eichi-kun has a little left. They look so swollen…”

This guy.

Is Tsumugi to convince him, that a man of his intellectual caliber still believes in such childish anatomy? That pee is stored in the balls? It’s laughable. As if urine isn't filthy enough, he’s asking for more.

“It’ll still be a while until they get here, so… you don’t need to hold back.”

Eichi smiles sweetly, gratefully. Fine. He feels half mad, twitching with the idea of what he’s about to do. If Tsumugi thinks he can handle him, fine. He’ll wring out the rest of his “pee” with that dirty, dirty mouth of his.

He laughs breathily, takes his hands away from him, and gently cups the sides of his colleague’s face. His fingers part curls, finding the curve of an ear, resting for only a second before he says, “You’re too kind, Tsumugi.”

Remnants of his foreskin stretch when he re-enters Tsumugi’s mouth, firing nerves he’s forgotten he had. It tingles all throughout, radiating further along his dick as he thrusts deeper.

“Ghhk-” It vibrates, oh, so nice, once he hits the back of Tsumugi’s throat. As the man looks up at him wide-eyed, his tongue keeps twitching against him, swallowing and swallowing to no avail.

“Haha…”

Badump, badump. The nerves fire just as hot when he slowly drags himself out, but he already misses the first sensation. Tsumugi takes his one breath before he’s already snapping his hips into a harsh thrust.

Slick. It’s not as obscene a sound than the meeting of thigh on thigh or buttock, but the muffled gag coming from Tsumugi, pleasuring him in a spasm, makes up for it. “Hahaha…”

He thrusts. In and out, and in and out, growing so hard he could cry. His nails dig into his palms, squeezing Tsumugi’s soft, fluffy hair as he tries to keep him still from each of his aggressive ruts. 

Even if his glasses start bearing the brunt of the force, straying askew off of the bridge of his nose, even if he notices the shimmer at the corners of his clenched eyes, he doesn’t stop.

Feels good- O Death, it feels good. Tsumugi… For him to accept something as filthy as his waste, a portion of his own vileness, so readily, and to feign ignorance for it… As if the man hears him, he fights to tearily gaze up again.

“Hah, hah… Haha…”

He feels dizzy. Looking into Tsumugi’s delirious, oxygen-deprived eyes, he forces his hips back, grunting when he shoves past a cloud of hot breath and into slick pink again. 

He shudders as Tsumugi fails to take another breath. Ah, this too… The lids of his eyes grow closer, clouding with lust, just as his heart thrums and his chest constricts. He hates it; it feels good. This pain reminds him of how alive he is. Even if it’s not Tsumugi’s will, he can’t hide the truth behind those teary eyes widening in reflex once again. It’s the deepest part within him, reacting to a foreign body—an inherent rejection of him—when he has no choice but to inhale his cock.

And yet, when the man recovers, relaxing his throat, his eyes trail back up, looking into his own… and they cloud with the same lust.

“Tsumugi… Hah, hah… Tsumugi…!”

The moment it happens, he shivers against the man, slapping his chin with his tight, drawn-up balls. His “piss” shoots out of him with a contraction so strong, his knees tremble. It collects, coating the back of Tsumugi’s throat in hot, viscous globs with each pump—it’s heaven.

“Ah…” The elevator’s light panel is almost blinding when he squints his eyes open. He blinks a few times, exhaling as the last few ripples of pleasure flow out of his dick, slowly dropping his head back down to look at the mess he’s created.

Tsumugi swallows one last time, looking up with his glazed over eyes and flushed face.

Badump. Eichi separates from Tsumugi in one motion, grunting when he feels the stagnant air of the elevator hit his shaft as he steps back.

“Cough, cough…” Tsumugi forms a fist, bringing it to his mouth.

He did it again.

“Eichi-”

Bang, bang. Eichi stiffens, looking to the elevator doors that start to crack open. Turning his back to it, he quickly fixes himself into his pants again, leaving Tsumugi to quickly grab his briefcase to rest in front of his legs, and to wobbly stagger onto his feet.

The door finally opens behind him, and he makes sure to turn around leading with the side opposite of where Tsumugi stands.

“Ah, uh, Ei- Cough, cough.”

The conversation he exchanges with one of the men feels hazy, competing for attention with the gaze he feels on the back of his head.

Every time it happens, he forgets, no doubt because of the haphazard chances he gets—a clarity that cuts through the haze of pleasure, and the prickling of loneliness in his heart.

One may be lucky enough to be visited by a bird set free from long ago, but it’s unwise to think its visit is anything other than a mere visit. So he prepares to make his goodbye known, wishing it safe travel as he resumes the journey of his own.

He knows when he goes to sleep later tonight, there’s a chance he won’t need to dwell on this event either. But with how his checkups have been going lately, he probably will need to, for at least… a little while longer.

Hesitating for a moment, after wrapping up his conversation, he ultimately turns around to face his bluebird with a shy smile. After all… ignoring the event wouldn’t make it go away either, would it?

“Thank you for the assist.”