Lee groaned, his handler's release filling his mouth and over his face as he moved him. He pulled away, swallowing the saltiness. He panted, recovering from the assault on his mouth, a hand coming up to wipe the seed off his face. "Mmn..." He let the exhaustion take over, Lee lying beside the other, his head resting on his arm. "Thank you, Taka~. I'm gonna... rest here for a while," he mumbled, his eyelids heavy, and fell asleep.
It was later that day, and Lee had recovered some energy since all of the fun he had with the group. He found himself in Takahashi's room still, the blankets somehow covering him. He wasn't sure if he had pulled them on during his sleep or if Takahashi was sweet enough to care for him even asleep. His handler was somewhere, around the penthouse, as Lee climbed out of the bed and went over to the closet to steal even just a shirt to wear. Only finding formal wear, he frowned, figuring he would need to rummage through Ishida's closet. With a small sigh, he wandered over to Ishida's side of the penthouse, not finding the male around, either. He hadn't exactly been looking for either man, just something he noted during his trip from Takahashi's side to Ishida's.
Pleased with a simple black hoodie, much like the one he found earlier, he slipped it on before hearing the doorbell ring. Curious, he peeked down the hall before stepping closer. He was about to ignore it, not wanting to involve himself further in any yakuza business, until he heard a familiar voice. His hand flew to the door, unlocking it before swinging it open, and upon seeing the two very faces that abandoned him that one night, he flew into the taller one's arms, almost missing the box in the shorter male's hands. "Holy shit, you fucking assholes, I didn't think I'd see you guys again," he muttered, clinging.
"Wait- Lee, your face?!" Sam exclaimed, grabbing Lee by his arms and pulling him forward to get a good look at his injuries. He noted the wince of pain, Lee jerking his injured arm back. It was thankfully covered by the hoodie's long sleeve, avoiding any questions regarding the stitched cut. The two friends had many questions, from the injuries to the collar, but Lee had some of his own. "What's with the box? How did you even find me?"
"It's for Ishida," Elliot spoke up. Sam and Elliot had managed to run into Alex, Lee's brother. They managed to convince Alex to let them essentially raid their home, to take from their father, knowing he had money lying around in his office. They managed to gather a few thousand dollars in cash, putting not even a dent in the debt. But it was something, along with some other things they figured Ishida could sell. They left it up to the yakuza to decide what he did with them. Did passports go for anything?
