Karma let out a sigh of relief entering into his hotel room for the night. Being a bureaucrat was all well and good, but he had slightly underestimated the amount of people pleasing going on everywhere.
He spotted the fully stocked bar kept tastefully at the corner before grinning.
"That's what I'm talking about," he said, scouring through the bottles before he found something old enough.
He could never have guessed he would be here as a middle school teenager. No, actually, he totally had, hadn't he? He had actually been pretty accurate with his guesses.
Five star hotel suite, complementary bottles of alcohol, and…women.
He left out an almost imperceivable sigh as he walked to his bedroom. Two women in lingerie were on his bed. Neither of them spoke, just artfully laid their assets on display for him.
"And now, who would this be from?" He asked, a smirk on his lips. He could guess who it was, what with the recent blackmail he just so happened to gain on a specific politician.
One of the women sat up, a dark haired beauty- obviously trying to appeal to his native tastes- with a greeting card placed between her breasts, a genuine flush on her cheeks as she took him in. Obviously she wasn't expecting anyone near as hot as he was. He sympathized, even he hadn't expected the amount of crotchy old men he would be interacting with in this line.
He placed his glass delicately on the tastefully placed table, before picking up the card and backing away before the woman could actually reach out and touch him. She gave him a sad look from under her lashes, but didn't move to touch him.
She played out her doll like job quite well. Seducing but not interrupting actual job related matters. Probably a favorite of some others, he guessed. There would be quite a lot of people who would like her- pretty but not nosy.
Of course his tastes were completely different.
"I don't feel like it," he said, dropping the card. "Out," he ordered, his eyes briefly landing on hers.
She let out the smallest sighs, disguised as an pout before getting up, subtly poking at the other girl and walking right out, followed by the other.
No extra hassle, no accessories, no words. He actually liked her professionalism. She barely broke character the whole time.
He waited for the door to shut, before collapsing on the bed the two girls had just vacated. He placed a hand over his eyes, and tilted his head.
"Negative points for lingering scents," he said aloud.
A chuckle answered him, followed by the slight tap of shoes against the hardwood floor.
"I'll be sure to let her know," a familiar voice answered him. Karma sat up, a grin on his lips.
"Oh yeah? Isn't this a bit harsh, trying to seduce your own lover with random girls?" His eyes sparkled mischievously as they landed on the man leaning against the doorway to the bedroom.
"She's complementary service, and hardly random. Someone paid very good money to get her to come here. It's too bad they didn't do proper research on you." Asano replied, he walked towards the grinning man on the bed, unbuttoning his cuffs at the same time.
Karma parted his legs, silently making space for the other man as his eyes roved over his actual taste. A man, perhaps, too nosy for his own good.
"Hmm," he hummed appreciatively as he let Asano push him back down on the bed. The violently violet eyes glittered like the galaxy and the hair haloed that familiar challenging smirk.
"Though, I doubt the proper research could have actually done anything for the poor man." Asano continued, this time starting to undress Karma instead. His fingers precisely undid the vest before starting with the buttons.
Karma's hands laid on Asano's waist, content to let the other man do all the work. He enjoyed watching him get impatient and undoing his own work after all.
The years hadn't changed their dynamics much. Karma was still the person who loved poking and teasing Asano, and Asano was still the same meticulous person who took every step as seriously as the last.
Of course, unless it involved Karma. Then Asano was quicker to impatience.
"Fuck this," Asano said with annoyance. He had gotten Karma's clothes off, taking his time like he was unwrapping a gift, but he had no interest in slowly seducing Karma by taking his own off.
Obviously aware of that, Karma laughed.
"You never change," Karma grinned, shaking his head in mock disappointment, catching Asano's hands before he tore his own suit apart.
He flipped them over, leaning over the other to lay a brief fond kiss on his lips.
"It is my turn this time," he reminded the strawberry blonde. Asano frowned, his hair spread out on the white sheets.
"Tch. Last time you skipped out halfway." Asano reminded even as he tilted his head up in a silent demand. Karma felt the tinkling of fond amusement in his chest.
He knew better than to laugh though, then Asano would actually follow through with his threats and Karma would be left without for a few more months.
He had had enough reminders of his own depravities from the last time he had pointed out the difference between Asano's words and actions. He had no intentions to repeat them.
(Well, no, that's a lie. He's totally going to remind him right before he has to leave. Asano's revenge is always a tad more vengeful when he's deprived of immediate retaliation.)
"Aww. I'm sorry. I'll make sure to satisfy Mr. CEO well this time." He teased.
Asano grabbed and yanked at his hair, his lips lightly brushing over his jaw before he whispered lightly into Karma's ear.
"You better," he licked the rim of his ear before blowing. Karma shuddered, a part of his mind shutting down at the delicate touch of his tongue.
"Feels like my birthday instead," he blurted. Asano burst out laughing.
The heavy atmosphere broke just like that.
"Shut up and fuck me," Asano rolled his eyes, humor in his eyes as he pulled Karma back to him.
"Yes, sir," Karma playfully purred, leaning down to follow his command.