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redmoonpockets · 2 years

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Dragon and Phoenix, Yin and Yang

I'm sure some of you have already noticed this in the game. In this post, I wanna talk about the chinese mythological background in the game and how the dragon and phoenix, being literal symbols of Yin and Yang, connect to Joshua and Haz. As I replayed the games again and analyzed their characters a little more, I found some interesting stuff with Joshua and Haz. Did you notice that Haz' jacket has two phoenixes? Or that Joshua likes the brand Dragon Couture a lot?

These small details were quite interesting. Then I remembered that all reapers resemble animals when they transform into their noise/boss form.

As you can clearly see, Higashizawa turns into a sheep, Sho turns into a lion, Konishi into a tiger... the list goes on. This game generally makes a lot of references to chinese mythology and integrates these aspects into its characters. While Joshua and Haz were never actively seen transforming into their noise form, there are many clues hinting at the fact that they both also have noise versions of themselves. Let's start with Joshua.

I mentioned before how Joshua likes Dragon Couture. If you didn't know already, the second japanese character of his last name, Ki-ryu (桐-生), can mean dragon in English, the meaning of his last name making a direct reference to a dragon again. When he fuses with Kitaniji in TWEWY, Anguis Cantus ("singing snake" in latin) in result turns into Draco Cantus ("singing dragon") instead. With all the hidden clues here, we can definitely deduce that Joshua's noise form is a dragon.

It's a bit more subtle with Haz, but it's definitely as recognizable as Joshua. We know that Haz' jacket has two phoenixes adored on its chest area. The final boss in NEO, Phoenix Cantus ("singing phoenix"), was created by him, again, implying the ties to Haz and the phoenix.

Both of the games and their final bosses' noise form have parallels to both Joshua and Haz.

Now that we have this established, did you know that the dragon and phoenix symbolize auspiciousness and in the literal sense, a perfect couple, in Feng Shui?

Dragon is "yang" while phoenix is "yin" and they compliment each other in yin-yang balance to harvest a successful marriage. It is said that they are the ultimate symbol of everlasting love and marital happiness.

Very interesting indeed. Wonder if they did this on purpose or unintentionally.

If you want to read more about this interesting topic, check out these websites: x, x

TLDR: Joshua's noise form is a dragon and Haz' a phoenix. In Feng Shui, it is said that this combo symbolizes a perfect couple and auspiciousness.

#kirikagi #joshaz #hazjosh #twewy #neo twewy spoilers #neo twewy #the world ends with you #neo the world ends with you #ntwewy #subasekai #tin pin ninja talks #subaseka #joshua kiryu #yoshiya kiryu #joshua twewy #hazuki mikagi

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kingsmedley · 1 year

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your hazjosh is so <3 every time you two interact im like yaaaas bitch the tragipoetic narrative implications of a doomed unhealthy codependency!!! rip each other to shreds maim bite kill Hurt!! hand in unlovable hand <333

ahhhh, thank you, anon! i've been having SO much fun with their relationship, and i'm glad you're enjoying it as much as i am! 💜

#to dust or to gold || ooc #let me see you show your fangs || asks #soft-spoken like a gun || anon #watch the brightest star as it revolves || saved #mentioned: pureposer

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oveliagirlhaditright · 3 years

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I'm a tiny bit in Joshyme hell again--because I think being in the TWEWY fandom again has made me somewhat nostalgic for when I was the first time, on the Joshyme's Hachiko forum over on fanfiction.net--because I've been looking up some stuff for them again lately, because I'm curious to see if anyone's done anything new for them since I temporarily left the fandom for a while there.

And there are actually some new art pieces? And they're so nice! And at least two new fics.

Tbh, I don't think I ship the pairing anymore (I definitely prefer them as platonic friends who help each other grow), and I probably like JoshNeku and HazJosh over it. But I guess Joshua and Rhyme will always be a part of me, probably because of a lot of the great fandom interactions I had with it back then, and I'm more than fine with that.

(Also, if anyone wonders why this is in the Neo spoilers tags, it's because I don't want to spoil people for Haz's name, if they haven't gotten to that psrt of the game yet and didn't see that one Nomura artwork with him.)

#Neo spoilers #Ntwewy spoilers #Spoilers #Neo twewy spoilers

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black-quadrant · 4 months

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#hazjosh #kirikagi #hazuki mikagi #Joshua kiryu #neo twewy #he wouldn’t get it and there’s so much potential there

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black-quadrant · 27 days

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Praise / Kirikagi

🔞 joshaz / joshua kiryu & hazuki mikagi [AO3} this one's for the submissive haz enjoyers

It all started with a small, casual, innocuous compliment.

“You’ve done a good job reforming Shinjuku.”

The words fill him with a warmth he’s not accustomed to feeling. He can’t recall feeling anything like this. It feels… good. Gratifying.

Perhaps it’s also that it’s coming from Joshua. Hazuki can’t imagine having any such reaction to a compliment from anyone else. Simply put, he doesn’t value anyone’s opinion except Joshua’s. Being issued a genuine compliment by Joshua activates something in his mind that’s undeniably pleasurable.

The Higher Plane is not a praise-oriented culture. The only attention Angels receive, if any, is discipline.

Hazuki’s so taken aback that he doesn’t realize he’s forgotten to respond until he notices Joshua’s confused look. Stuffing his hands in his pockets and shifting his weight from my leg to the other, Hazuki clears his throat and croaks:

“ Ah—thank you, senpai.”

It’s the strangest sensation that’s affecting him, both physically and mentally.

It leaves him itching for more.

From then on, Hazuki tries to produce opportunities to replicate that feeling, researching (as he is always with his favorite subject) what kinds of things impress and attract Joshua. Hazuki even went so far as to ask Joshua to take him shopping solely to appeal to Joshua’s taste. He’s learned that his senior enjoys dressing people up to his standards. Forced to give up the camo slip-ons but it’s worth it for the compliments Joshua lavished on him, and to be the center of his attention.

The next compliment he receives is more personal. They’re standing close, overlooking 104, when Joshua breathes close to his neck.

“You smell nice.”

Hazuki turns his head to see Joshua smiling coyly up at him, feeling a tingling sensation spreading through his vessel. He must be reacting oddly because Joshua giggles.

“And so cute when you’re flustered.”

Hazuki’s mouth has fallen agape, and heat rushes to his face. Joshua’s eyes illuminate with the epiphany of having connected Haz’s reactions to his actions; he’s weak to praise. Now that he’s discovered this, it’s only downhill from here for his darling little kohai.

“Do you like it when I compliment you?”

Staring dazedly into Joshua’s eyes, Hazuki nods dumbly, confirming it.

“Good…” He seductively draws out the word as he tenderly takes his peer’s face into his hands. “Has anyone ever told you how perfectly tempting your lips look? They’re so full…” Joshua brushes a thumb across the lips in question, and Haz’s knees threaten to buckle. “And soft… I bet they’d feel amazing on mine.” Joshua’s level stare commands Hazuki’s gaze. “Kiss me.” He does without delay, and it takes everything in the smug Composer not to smirk.

Unbeknownst to Hazuki, Joshua’s not just going to indulge him; he’s going to train him. As expected, his eager junior is a fast learner. He follows Joshua’s movements and adapts to his style almost seamlessly, matching his pace and replicating every little maneuver until they’re performing a flawless erotic dance between sucking tongues and biting lips. Joshua breaks free to catch his breath.

“Just as I imagined… you’re amazing, Haz.” The deliberate informality is the icing on the cake. “And the way you move your tongue drives me wild.”

Shinjuku’s Composer can’t think, let alone speak, as another type of pleasure awakens, throbbing between his thighs. The showering of praise is not just ego-boost and positive reinforcement; it’s arousing. Very, very arousing.

And Joshua knows and intends to exploit it.

“Come home with me, pretty bird. I want to praise that hot little mouth of yours more… intimately.”

It didn’t take long to coax him out of his clothes—just a few sweet encouraging comments. Hazuki’s body is stunning, all lean and honey-toned skin, so none of his words are forced or empty.

“Look at you…” Joshua drinks him in with both eyes and hands which set out to explore the Angel’s figure. They caress his skin with light barely-there touches, the tips of his fingers raising fine hairs as they wander. He lingers on sensitive areas to see what makes him squirm, and despite Hazuki’s delectable hard-on in view, he doesn’t touch it just yet. It’s then that Shinjuku’s Composer reaches out to touch, going right for his fly.

“I want to please you.”

Joshua’s well aware that Angels have a tendency to be service-oriented, but he’d never considered Hazuki Mikagi among that possibility.

“Who am I to say no to that intoxicating mouth?”

In a flurry of movement, Joshua’s flumped down on the couch, Hazuki’s kneeling between his legs, exposing his cock and peppering it with tiny kisses. It’s clear by the careful and curious approach that the Angel’s never sucked cock before, (though he’s aware of what the act entails) and that knowledge alone swells him to full erection. Hazuki casts him a glance that’s questioning, and Joshua nods affirmingly.

“Make me proud.”

All but swooning at that, Haz licks a stripe up the prominent vein spanning the underside, following it to the bulbous tip and wrapping his lips around it.

Joshua threads his fingers through the choppy blonde spikes atop his head, petting through them as Hazuki slowly dips his head, drawing on what little experience he’s picked up from watching humans to serve his elder.

Joshua lets slip a self-satisfied sigh as he watches Haz’s lips stretch around his girth, and inch by inch disappear. It’s adorable seeing him trying to envelop more than he can handle on his first time. Joshua decides to be merciful and spare him from gagging.

“Easy—it’s not a race. Just being in that wet velvety mouth of yours is heaven enough. Go heavy on the tongue and suck on the head until you get used to me.” His instructions inspire Hazuki to moan, sending a tantalizing vibration through his shaft. He pulls up until he can alternate suckling and swirling his tongue around the flared crown, clumsily but so very determined. Before long, Hazuki’s loosened up and confidently bobbing his head, eyes screwed shut in concentration. He’s so enthusiastically invested that he doesn’t realize he’s got a steady leak of drool trickling out the corners of his mouth down to Joshua’s balls. Or he doesn’t care. Joshua’s sweet nothings are what’s steering him. Joshua’s approval. It’s all feeding a deep-seated need he didn’t know he was missing, flooding him with surge after surge of dopamine.

He’s still stubbornly trying to work more of his length into his mouth. He’s cleared the halfway mark, and beginning to show visible signs of struggle as the head creeps to the back of his throat, and Joshua can feel when it finally eases in when the pressure surrounding his cock tightens.

Hazuki’s frantic breathing, his face is flushed, and his eyes are glazed with unshed tears, and the picture alone is enough to make Joshua itch to paint his throat white.

“ Yes, just like that… keep it up. You’re doing so good…”

It's a subtle exchange of dominance and submission—but with a softer, spin. But that doesn’t make it any less intense. Hazuki revels in being encouraged and elevated, giving Joshua the power to mold him however he wishes with a stroke of his silver tongue.

Joshua could feel the onset of his orgasm, and as much as he wanted to give into it and fill his cute little kohai’s hungry mouth, his desire to finish inside a tighter orifice won out over primal instinct.

He fists his hand in his hair and grips it in silent demand to stop, inwardly laughing at how wounded those big brown eyes look, almost like he’s afraid he’s disappointed Joshua.

Far from it.

“As much as I adore your mouth, I don’t want to end it there. I’d like to worship that gorgeous body.”

The question hangs, unasked, in the air. Hazuki’s eyes ping-pong between Joshua’s engorged cock jutting out of his pants, dribbling precum (some of which has saturated Hazuki’s tongue), and Joshua’s unwavering leering gaze. Hazuki may be naive but he’s not oblivious to what Joshua’s implying. It’s safe to assume Haz’s never partaken in this activity, so when he mounts Joshua’s lap, Shibuya’s Composer takes the reins without a word. Deft fingers coax Haz’s lips back open to coat them with all the excess saliva and wedge them between the Angel’s asscheeks where the petite hole he’ll be violating resides. Hazuki startles when fingertips make contact, circling the first ring of muscle and teasing the puckered hole with gentle nudges.

Meanwhile, Joshua tucks his blonde head beneath Haz’s chin and laps at his Adam’s apple, giggling as it jumps with every nervous dry swallow.

“Relax. I’ve got you.” In so many ways.

Joshua allows Hazuki no time to think, layering sensations over each other to ensure that he can’t do anything more than feel and receive. At the same time, he sinks two fingers in his ass and clamps his teeth down on his jugular. Hazuki cringes at hearing himself whimpering with the dawning realization of what embarrassment feels like firsthand.

Nonetheless, he clings to Joshua and tries not to thrash as his elder probes his insides and sucks mercilessly until he’s left a nice bruise—a mark of possessiveness. Or conquest.

Hazuki’s so hard it aches.

Three fingers wiggle and flick, striking something inside him that’s electrifyingly hot.

Feeling the internal spasming of his walls, Joshua strikes that spot a couple more times.

“You’ll like that much more when it’s my cock rubbing your prostate.” With that, Joshua withdraws his fingers and coats his leaking cock with a mouthful of saliva. He grips Haz’s hip with the other hand to stabilize him, and slowly lowers him down. The second Hazuki begins to tense, he captures his lips in a heated kiss to distract him from the gradually growing pressure of the fat crown pushing through the tight bands of muscle and finally penetrating him.

The Angel’s body convulses and shudders, his ass reflexively clenching. Joshua shushes him while caressing his hip.

“You’re doing great…” A little deeper… “You can take me.” His hole’s stretching with the thickening girth, expanding wider and wider as he sinkers closer and closer to the base.

Hazuki chokes on a broken moan, feeling fuller by the second. Joshua’s cock seems to go on forever.

“All of me.” Hazuki’s panting, but bearing it so well. The pleased Composer kisses his brow.

“You’re being so good for me.” Joshua folds an arm around him and pulls him snugly to his body as he finally sheathes himself to the hilt inside of the now-seated Angel.

“Your ass fits me like a glove.” Hazuki, high on all the praise, is squirming in Joshua’s lap, pulsing inside and out.

“You’re so desperate…” Shibuya’s Composer sprinkles kisses from one collarbone to the other, a giggle in his tone. “I love that for you.” With Hazuki impaled on his cock, Joshua can fuck him effortlessly. Scooping his asscheeks into his palms, he begins to lift and drop him, savoring the sound of slippery skin slapping against his thighs.

“Hands on my shoulders.” Haz does as asked, and buries his face in Joshua’s neck, letting loose a keening moan as his elder takes control of his body to fuse him to his lap, pry his cheeks apart, and pound his ass with wild abandon. From that point on, all Hazuki can do is cling to him, riding the waves of his Composer’s ravenous lust for him and trying not to drown. Every thrust at this new direct angle is hitting his prostate, rapidly increasing his need to release. It’s what he might relate to maddening.

Even Joshua’s breathing is becoming erratic and harsh.

“Do you want me to cum in you, precious thing?”

“Please.”

Joshua’s condescending laughter tickles his ear.

"I think if you beg a little more sweetly, I might be convinced."

Haz groans, partly in mourning for his dying ego and partly because his cock’s about to burst.

“Please, senpai. Release inside me. Ejacula—”

Joshua claps a hand over the Angel’s mouth before he can revert to his default formality setting and with a few more deep plunges he peaks, and shoots several loads up inside him.

The pulsations of Joshua’s cock draining his sac are so strong that Hazuki’s ass is throbbing, and his body’s screaming with the urge to cum. Unable to resist the demand, he stuffs his hand between them to mindlessly palm his neglected shaft. Joshua lets him, finding delight in his Angel’s breathless whining and furious strokes, and in having reduced him to a carnal state.

“Look at me, Hazuki.” Haz drags his head up to stare into sinister violet eyes. “I want to watch your face as you cum.” Joshua smirks and casually rocks his hips, savoring how tight the Angel is and riding out the last of his orgasm, graciously lending a hand to help jerk him off. It takes only seconds in Shibuya’s fist—embarrassing by human standards perhaps but the height of flattering to Joshua—and Shinjuku’s shuddering and spilling over their bellies, eyes rolled back and mouth hung open, looking beautifully stupid, in ecstasy, and all Joshua’s.

“Bravo… That was incredible.” Joshua sits back to take in the view of his companion. “You were born for this. I think I’ll make you my favorite slut.”

Haz doesn’t understand the term, but by the look in Joshua’s eyes, it’s a form of praise.

“As long as I remain your favorite.” Haz fires back with a bold confidence that’s, in a word, fuckable.

Joshua coils the string of his pendant around his finger and smiles deviously.

“Oh, I have no doubt, kohai, you’ll work hard for me and earn it.”

#kirikagi #hazuki mikagi #joshua kiryu #hazjosh #twewy #angels have praise kinks amen

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black-quadrant · 6 days

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lent audioheart is the divorced kirikagi song ever

#hazjosh #remains my funniest twewy ship I love to fuck w that

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black-quadrant · 3 months

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Making Peace / Kirikagi

🔞 hazjosh / hazuki mikagi & joshua kiryu [AO3] Continued from the events of Grovel but you don't need to read it to understand and enjoy this.

It had been a while since the conclusion of the Shinjuku-run Shibuya game. The dust had since settled, and Shinjuku was well on its way to complete restoration, but there was still plenty of opportunity to increase morale between the districts. And what better way to foster friendly relations than to organize get-togethers. A day in Shinjuku would allow the Reapers to showcase their progress while also hosting Shibuya’s group. They all deserved some downtime, and a stress-free environment to organically interact.

The Composers were equally interested to see what kinds of bonds might form from this excursion.

The outing starts with a tour of the refreshed city, and the entire ragtag group of Reapers gradually mingling as conversations catch and weave. At the back of the troop Joshua and Hazuki walk side-by-side, bantering but otherwise maintaining distance in every respect of the word. It would seem that tension still underscores their dynamic, despite efforts to defuse it. Nonetheless, they’re congenial, finding common ground in their observations of their teams.

By the time evening descends, and Shinjuku turns its illumination dial up to greet the night, the conglomerate of Reapers have found themselves in the famed red-light district Kabukichō. Not a single one of them isn’t visibly enjoying themselves — even characteristically soft-spoken Tsugumi’s giggling under Coco’s arm.

Then the inevitable bar crawl commences—at Uzuki’s behest of all people—introducing the social lubrication of alcohol. After the third bar, everyone’s loosened up and thoroughly entertained by the wide array of notably adult attractions.

As they pass one of the hostess clubs, Joshua smothers a giggle into his hand as Hazuki swiftly sidesteps a gaggle of girls attempting to lure the group in.

“Have you ever even been to any of these places?” Joshua jabs Hazuki’s side with an elbow. Before Shinjuku’s Composer could respond, Joshua continues, “You can’t really know your city unless you’ve immersed yourself in it.”

“I don’t need firsthand experience to understand this part of my city.” That only makes Joshua giggle again, much to Hazuki’s chagrin, who shields it behind a tight smile.

They ultimately decide to conclude the evening at Shinjuku’s version of the Dead God’s Pad. It’s Joshua’s turn for a little chagrin at the obvious way it emulates his own, but with more modern upgrades. The layout’s relatively the same, except for an aquarium that spans the entire wall adjacent the bar, featuring extravagant koi. The other walls are furnished with a combination of lounges and beds, all illuminated underneath by low lighting in various colors.

It’s all very swanky, not unlike one of the more elite clubs in the district. Joshua scoffs but refrains from commentary, reminding himself this is a work retreat. He opts to hang back with Hazuki while everyone filters in and distributes themselves across the pad.

“May I show you around, Joshua?”

Shibuya’s Composer performs one last sweep of the surroundings and sighs in resignation. He’d rather not intermix with the others; this was a trip for them, after all. That leaves him with his oddball compeer.

He falls into step with him, as Hazuki maps out the premises: the bathrooms at opposite ends, the bar (to which Joshua casts a longing look), and the hidden room in the corner sealed off with a ward which he identifies as the throneroom. Joshua politely declines stepping in there this visit; they both distinctly recalled what Joshua did to Hazuki in his own. Best reserved for matters of business.

But it would appear that Hazuki’s led Joshua astray with ulterior motives. On their way back, they pass a door Joshua hadn’t noticed, and before he knows it, Hazuki’s upon him. Clapping a hand over his mouth, snatching him by the waist and backpedaling into the room — a closet, or a safe room; Joshua has plenty of secret rooms deep into the Underpass all the way to his throneroom, so it would make sense that another Composer would think along the same lines of security.

How ironic to be stuck in one.

Hazuki draws the door closed with a locking click, which auto-activates a soft overhead light. The compact situation forces them to be squashed together to fit, Joshua’s back to Hazuki’s chest.

Joshua can distinctly feel what might be the reason he’s been corralled into this room, pressing insistently against the curve of his ass.

“I’d say this outing has been a success so far.”

Unable to speak with the palm muffling his mouth, he simply hums, and Hazuki takes it as a sign he can remove his hand. Joshua wouldn’t scream anyway. It’s not his style, nor would he want to draw unwanted attention to him. Hazuki planned this attack smartly.

At least Joshua’s confident that whatever Hazuki decides to do, he will do it quickly, given the circumstances.

“Have you been working up to this the whole day?”

“I just wanted a few moments alone with you to…” Haz’s hands begin to move, slipping a hand underneath his shirt while the other boldly palms over Joshua’s denim-clad groin, slow enough to savor fondling Joshua but purposeful enough to imply he has an end-goal. “...check in.” Joshua’s breath hitches and he reflexively plants his own hands against the door to stabilize himself as Mikagi all but molds his body to his to be close enough to brush his lips across his ear.

Joshua recognizes this for what it is — a petty act of vengeance for what Joshua had subjected him to at the foot of his throne.

“They’re eventually going to wonder where we went.”

“Not to worry, friend. I won’t keep you long.”

Mikagi’s fingers are featherlight upon his skin as they skim his belly, and ghost over his ribs. Once they reach his chest, however, the touches firm up as his fingers close in on a nipple, gently pinching then rolling, startling a gasp out of Joshua.

Hazuki, emboldened by that sound, slides his fingers parallel to tease the other, and flicks his tongue over Joshua’s earlobe before taking it between his lips to nibble and suck. His other hand traces the contours of Joshua’s cock, laying flaccid down his right thigh which he takes hold and begins to stroke through the jeans.

Despite the forceful nature of this situation, Hazuki’s groping is all curiosity, at least for the time being. He’s exploring Joshua, who’s trying his damnedest not to react. His fingers curl inward as he counts his breaths while Hazuki’s mouth wanders down the side of his neck, covering it with openmouthed kisses that leave his skin cool and tingling.

With growing confidence, Hazuki massages Joshua’s clothed cock with increasing pressure until he can feel it begin to fill out and harden. With one last pluck to a perky nipple, he withdraws his hand and transfers it to the button of Joshua’s jeans, making quick work of it and the zipper and scrunching it, underwear included, down his hips all the way to his calves. Joshua notes the calculated movement with twisted amusement; it would be much more difficult to flee the room, with his pants slumped around his ankles.

He can feel Hazuki’s eyes raking over his exposed cock, hanging half-mast, now watching with equals parts disbelief and annoyance when he scoops it into a fist and resumes stroking.

He’s surprisingly adept for someone who claims confusion over human practices — a bit clumsy but his curiosity makes him thorough, pumping from base to tip, circling the flare with a thumb then gliding back down. Both Composers watch as it swells and thickens, taking on a solid curve.

But just as Joshua was about to rock his hips, the bastard stops, relinquishing his now fully erect shaft. It’s only a matter of seconds before he realizes why, specifically when he feels the shifting of fabric behind him, peeling away to be replaced by the sensation of warm bare skin-on-skin contact.

Instinctively, Joshua tenses up in anticipation of what Hazuki would dare to do next. He could turn around, but he’d rather not let anything on his face slip and betray an emotion Hazuki could see.

Shinjuku’s Composer has picked up the pace, hurriedly working his cock out of his pants, which springs loose and lands with a heavy plop in the cleft of Joshua’s ass.

“I can tell you two things right now.” Joshua cranes his head to pitch his voice. “You’re not jerking off on my ass, and you’re not going in my ass.”

“Then it’s a good thing I didn’t plan to do either,” Hazuki responds plainly, as he splays his spindly fingers out over Joshua’s belly, holding him still while gripping his shaft and guiding the head into the crevice of Joshua’s closed legs. Joshua’s eyes shoot open wide at the unexpected move. A few nuzzles give way to a few sharp nudges, and with one determined push he thrusts the whole length into the tight space.

Joshua drops his chin to see the crown of Hazuki’s cock split a gap in his thighs and pop through, and in the shocked stillness he can register the stiff member he’s involuntarily cuddling already throbbing palpably.

“You’ve picked up a thing or two in Kabukichō.” His tone’s biting, but his voice is trembling, giving away the shock and mounting, confounding arousal. Was this how Hazuki felt when Joshua was humiliating him?

“Observation is powerful if you’re actually paying attention.” His voice, too, is trembling, struggling to stay impassive when his dick’s surrounded in heat. Joshua can’t do much to spread his thighs without contorting himself so the pressure remains snug. With a shuddering breath, Hazuki slowly withdraws halfway, relishing the soft slide of skin, before plunging back in. Clutching Joshua’s bony hip in a bruising grip, Hazuki leans them forward until Joshua’s forehead collides with the door. He continues to pull out and push in at a gradually increasing frequency, each plunge wetter and smoother from Hazuki’s oozing precum smearing along Joshua’s inner thighs.

Hazuki makes it a point not to touch Joshua again, denying him that pleasure and instead prioritizing his own: pawing over his stomach, grazing nails across his sternum, and tweaking those rosy nipples, with occasional detours to toy with other areas of interest.

Just outside, oblivious to the absence of their Composers, they’re all laughing and animatedly chatting. Music has been put on, ensuring all sound behind this door is drowned out as he’s being casually molested by his colleague. Hands fasten to Joshua’s hips to carry his movements, and use him freely, backed by the confidence of someone who knows they’ve got the advantage. Joshua’s pride and professionalism won’t let him make a scene in front of their subordinates.

In and out, in and out, he fucks his thighs sticky to the rhythm of the music, and Joshua could swear that even Hazuki’s dick is pulsing in sync.

The worst part for Joshua is the mortifying fact his own cock is leaking precum. He could blame it on the stimulation but he’d be blatantly lying to himself. Still, he refuses to give Hazuki the satisfaction of jerking off so he grits his teeth through his lustful frustration to wait it out. Wait him out. It doesn’t help that Hazuki’s cockhead keeps grazing the underside of Joshua’s swollen sac, the friction deliciously arousing, vulgar and enticing.

He can tell Hazuki’s getting close by his raspy grunts and staggering breaths. All sense of rhythm’s abandoned in the race to the finish. He smashes his face into Joshua’s shoulder, hips bucking violently enough to slam against Joshua’s cheeks, accompanied by the telltale lewd sound of skin smacking filling the room. Shibuya’s Composer decides he can spare one thing without letting Shinjuku win, and with a smirk to himself he clenches his thighs, intensifying the pressure so tight it squeezes a loud groan out of the Composer. He relaxes for a second to let Haz burrow in before flexing again, and again, and by the time Joshua swings his hips back and grinds them suggestively into Haz’s pelvis—his way of saying hurry the fuck up —Shinjuku’s Composer pulls him possessively close, clamps his teeth down on his shoulder and convulses. Joshua watches as the flushed crown reappears, and he rubs his thighs firmly together until the wedged shaft twitches one last time and sprays cum in obscene splatters across the door.

Hazuki has the gall to pump a few more times to make sure his balls are good and empty before leisurely withdrawing, clearly enjoying it to the last drop.

“Thank you for this check-in, friend,” Hazuki’s voice is still husky with lust, and Joshua suspected if they weren’t on borrowed time, he’d have attempted to seduce him — or take his retaliation farther.

Shibuya’s Composer swooped down to grab and hike his pants back up, reluctantly ignoring his boner. A very visibily satiated Mikagi tucks himself back into his pants and unlocks the door, smiling cheerily at Kiryu, who mirrors it back.

“One to one,” is all Joshua says and briskly exits the room, leaving Shinjuku there dumbstruck to wonder what Shibuya’s plotting next, because if Hazuki knows anything about his senpai, it's that he won't draw the line at an even score.

(Or so he hopes.)

#kirikagi #hazjosh #hazuki mikagi #joshua kiryu #joshaz

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