Tokyo Ink (Gay SF Erotica)

growing hard again, his erection lengthening against Gabe’s stomach. He let go of Gabe’s hands but the dancer caught his, forced them up until they were pressing against Gabe’s throat.
    “Will you hold me like this?”
    Tetsu’s grip tightened, the fingers curling around the back of Gabe’s neck while the thumbs stayed firm against the Adam’s apple. Gabe lifted his legs high, bringing them up to wrap around Tetsu’s waist and back. His ass butted against the head of Tetsu’s cock.
    “Or take me like this?”
    Tetsu didn’t answer, his concentration consumed with not gripping the dancer’s neck any tighter. It took too much willpower to let go or relax his grip. He wondered again: how long had he wanted this one man?
    Tetsu dropped his head until their foreheads touched. He should have had other men before this. But that hadn’t been possible -- not if he wanted to climb Iyashii’s corporate ladder. The entertainers, the shudo lovers, were the privilege of the highest executives, not regional security chiefs. It was a mark of sophistication, like an expensive cigar or a car that still burned petrol. To take a lesser male lover… well, there were words for that. Ugly words. And anyone branded by those names would never work higher than the bottom rung of Iyashii or any other corporation.
    Gabe tensed his ass cheeks, pinching at the tip of Tetsu’s cock. “I want you to take me like this.”
    Tetsu felt like he’d been turned to stone. Every muscle was screwed tight, the strain heating his skin. Only his lips could still move. “You want something else from me. You’re using your body to get it.”
    Gabe eased his hands between their bodies and placed his palms flat against Tetsu’s chest. “I want you beyond tonight.”
    Lying little bastard. Cruel to sound so sweet, so sincere. Tetsu’s mother had been at university, back when there were such things, before corporate academies were the only education to be had. She’d only talked to him about his father once before she signed Tetsu away. He’d been a professor, married. “A false cupid,” she had called him.
    That was Gabe.
    The dancer’s voice changed when he spoke again, becoming more distant. “ You used me ,” he reminded Tetsu. “And now all you have to lose is your Code.”
    “It’s not some trinket.” The cold growl of his own voice surprised Tetsu, and that surprise tightened his grip around Gabe’s throat. Hearing the dancer wheeze, he immediately let go.
    Gabe threw his arms around Tetsu’s neck. “No, not a trinket. That’s why you won’t give it up.” He kissed the side of Tetsu’s mouth. “That’s why you can afford to risk a little temptation -- if the only thing to lose is the one thing you won’t give up, how can you lose?”
    There was no window in the room, no faint trace of light to illuminate a lie. But there was a gun, and a lighter and accelerant if it came to that. Tetsu let the kiss dissolve into his flesh and spread through him with a drugging effect. When Gabe slid his hands down to Tetsu’s chest again and gently pushed, Tetsu rolled onto his back.
    “What is it you really want?” he asked as Gabe kissed the bend of his neck. The dancer’s mouth was warm and lingering, sucking at the flesh until Tetsu could feel the bruise forming.
    “I want tonight.” Gabe moved down, licked at Tetsu’s nipple before taking it into his mouth. His hands stayed busy between feather stroking Tetsu’s balls and tightly palming the shaft. “And then I want tomorrow -- but I don’t want to talk about that right now.”
    Tetsu laced his fingers through the thick silk of Gabe’s hair, his hands pulled along as the dancer’s mouth moved ever lower, the tongue swirling along the flesh, the mouth hesitating for a few seconds here and there to kiss or suck. “And if I knew what you want for tomorrow?”
    Gabe stopped and turned his head to the side so that his cheek pressed flat against Tetsu’s stomach. His hands moved out to Tetsu’s sides and, fingers splayed, he held Tetsu’s hips. “We couldn’t have tonight.”
    Tonight.
    Gabe’s hands slid back into place to wrap warmly around Tetsu’s cock. His lips settled over the tip and began a slow descent. He kept the flat of his tongue firm against the head of Tetsu’s erection. As Gabe’s lips worked the shaft, Tetsu’s earlier sense of urgency faded to a languorous ecstasy. He felt each fingertip, each strand of the dancer’s hair as it fell across