Lee whined as they shifted, his master rolling him over and taking him from behind once again. He was quieted due to his face pressed into the pillows. He didn't mind it, his master finding pleasure from using his body. He was wanted, and that was all Lee cared about. Plus, he got some pleasure in return, Lee getting excited once more, the both of them reaching their climax together. It was strange but he felt such a connection. The aftercare was sweet, his master actually caring for him; nearly spoiling him from the affection.
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Lee's routine was simple, the younger male nervous to be around such high-powered men. Takahashi was always there, helping and guiding him through the entire process beforehand. The other's aid helped Lee become confident, standing tall and out of the way during his master's meetings. During practice sessions, Lee was confused as Takahashi seemed to mess with him. Was the yakuza interested in him? Trying to get him into trouble? ...Would Ishida care if they played? The thoughts ran through Lee's mind, feeling more lost spotting an erection here and there from the yakuza that wasn't his master's.
He appreciated the help, the other applying whatever medication to aid in any healing his body needed. Those moments allowed Takahashi contact with his bare skin, Lee left wondering if those times were messing with the yakuza.
Lee's focus was on Ishida, serving him whenever he needed him, being as obedient as he could - a proper good boy. The other would allow him to hang out in his office after serving him his meals. He was to stay nearby, so Lee took up a spot on the couch. He would lie there, closing his eyes, listening to his master speak his native language. He would recall Takahashi's offer to teach him the language, and Lee seriously considered taking him up on it. Hmm, where was he this morning?