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Nangou's mind was racing. It was true that he had felt attraction, if not even lust already, for Akagi the moment he had spied him through the crack in the factory's wall. The previous heated exchanges and the prospect of getting even more intimate stimulated him despite all efforts to not be. He grimaced. "But... I don't do that sort of thing!"
Akagi merely raised an eyebrow at him. Nangou felt sweat trickle down his forehead. "I mean, this is a public place! Anyone could see us here," he argued. "A... and I heard about street punks in this area!"
Another chuckle. "Oh, them? I know them well. Makes this a little more exciting, right?"
Nangou stared at him incredulously. Akagi sighed, and pointed to a bunch of large boxes stacked together. "Here, Nangou-san. We'd be hidden well enough behind these," he said. "Trust me on this."
Nangou took a deep breath. Before him stood a wild-bred man who truly loved danger. 'And he is trying to pull me into it?' he thought, furrowing his brows.
"Well?"
Nangou reached a decision. Determined, he pushed himself off the wall and strode past Akagi, grabbing his arm in the process and dragging the pleasantly surprised man along with him behind the boxes. He gently pushed Akagi against the wall and, with a firm grip on his shoulders, muttered against his mouth. "I hope you are right, Akagi. I guess I'll have to trust you when you say it will be okay." And with that, he dropped to his knees.
Akagi pushed his hips slightly forward in anticipation as Nangou fumbled with his belt. This situation he managed to get himself into was really exciting him. "Just go to hell with me again, Nangou-san," he told him affectionately, stroking the side of his head.
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