#♡ — known patron: sanzu haruchiyo

[manjjiros]

“Crying. Begging. Tomato tomato.”

Sanzu finally grown slightly. “Well if you’re working get me a drink then. Whiskey neat. Double shot.”

“You know I have some sway here babe. I do who I want, when I want, wherever I want and your owner wouldn’t bat an eye.”

His smirk drifts across his lips as he brings his cigarette back. “I could come behind that bar and put my tongue wherever I want on that pretty body and no one would say a thing.”

-Sanzu

they sighed, knowing they didn’t really have much of a choice other than to serve him his drink. they turned to grab a chilled glass from the cooler under the counter, but practically dropped it while listening to him ramble.

“i’m sure the patrons wouldn’t be too happy about it.” well, that was a stretch, considering the energy in the casino and bar was always tipping into uncharted territory. “and my boss — not my owner — wouldn’t be too happy about you distracting me from my job.”

he finished pouring his double shot and placed it on a napkin to keep wet rings off the bar top. “shut your mouth, sanzu. i’ve had just about enough of you tonight. you give me a headache.”

[manjjiros]

Sanzu drains the second glass in no time, chuckling at the light flush that spreads over Woodrow’s cheeks.

He gets up from the bar stool, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he does. His grin is salacious as he runs his thumb over the droplets of whiskey that fall from his mouth onto his chin.

Woodrow makes the mistake of leaning close to grab the glass he’d drained and Sanzu’s hand darts out to grab his chin.

“Gotcha.” He leans close over the bar to tap the thumb that wiped up the whiskey from his skin against his lower lip. Woodrow shivers, but their mouth drops open.

Whether it’s to snap at him or tell him to leave Sanzu doesn’t really care. Instead he shoves his thumb in between their lips, pressing it down on their tongue. A single command hangs in the air between them, making Woodrow stiffen and Sanzu purr.

“Suck.”

-Sanzu

it was their fault for not being a little more careful, really. his motives were obvious, not just from his words but from his body language as well. they had leaned to grab the glass that sanzu had left a little too close to the edge of the bar, and they were trapped.

their hands braced themself on the bar top, eyes flashing with a mix of fear, shock, and a bit of lust. they opened their mouth to retort and were met with the taste of whiskey and a command to suck on the digit that now pressed harshly on their tongue.

woodrow knew he didn’t have many options. his eyes flickered up towards the nearest camera in the corner, the green light on to indicate it was still up and running. he could shove sanzu away and risk getting the hot head worked up and angry, or he could just… listen. sanzu had more power in the situation than they did.

their eyes met sanzu’s pretty blue ones for just a moment before their lashes fluttered and they fell, wrapping their lips around his thumb in their mouth and suckling on it, the taste of whiskey coating their tongue and lightly stinging the back of their throat.

[manjjiros]

Taking a large swig of the whiskey, Sanzu relishes the burn as it slides down his throat.

He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Bright blue eyes lock onto Woodrow’s, a playful gleam in them. “I do think you have. You’ve only had enough when your legs are shaking and you can’t walk for two days. That’s when you’ve had enough.”

He drains the rest of his glass, waving two fingers in the air. “Another one please doll.”

-Sanzu

this time, a warm red blush creeps across their cheeks and the tips of their ears, and they scowl at him and practically snatch his empty glass away.

“you’re foul. you should go outside, smell some fresh air, get your head out of the gutter. i think you’re starting to get delusional.”

they pour him another double shot and place it back down on the napkin they had set just a few moments ago. he really was a distraction for them, but the bar wasn’t hopping just yet and they could only pretend to clean for so long.

“how much longer are you gonna try and convince me to step away? it won’t work. i can outlast you.”

[manjjiros]

Hey doll.

Just to let you know someone tore down the ‘please don’t do coke in the bathroom’ sign.

Pity. Got a smoking section in here?

- Sanzu

i have money that says it was you after you did coke in the bathroom. again.

you should know where the smoking section is by now. down the hall, take a right. you’ll pass the poker tables and it’s through the glass door.

you’re unbelievable. welcome back, though. nice to see a familiar face at the bar, i guess.

[manjjiros]

“Don’t say what so loud?”

The wicked grin on Sanzu’s face stays in place as he leans forward, chin his palm. “That the last time I showed up here we fucked in the back store room until you were crying and creaming on my cock?”

He takes another inhale of his cigarette, blowing out in Woodrow’s direction. A laugh rumbles up from his chest and he wiggles his eyebrows. “You were ‘working’ then too.”

- Sanzu

the bartender’s hands twitched and spilled coke on the back counter, making them hiss and clean it quickly with the nearest rag. he spun to shoot a look at sanzu, a bit pink in the face, squinting over his shoulder.

he opened his mouth to retort but coughed lightly from the cigarette smoke instead.

“enough out of you. i’m serious, it was one time. not anymore. and i wasn’t crying.”

they tried to stabilize their hands as they walked away to offer the drinks to waiting patrons, returning seconds later.

“you really should be smoking that outside. or in the smoking room.” a deflection, most likely.

[manjjiros]

“Damn testy tonight are we?”

Despite being told where the smoking section is, Sanzu lights up anyway. Taking a deep inhale, he raises a brow and leans back in his chair. Swirls of smoke slip from between scarred lips, sharp teeth sparkling in the low lighting.

“Should we visit that back store room for some stress relief? You really enjoyed that the last time.”

Spreading his middle and index finger in a v, he curls his tongue between them, a wicked grin stretching across his face. “Didn’t you doll?”

- Sanzu

woodrow clicks his tongue at the fact that the man in front of him chose to completely disregard his direction, but knows better than to stop him.

his brows furrow and his eyes dart around quickly as they wipe glasses clean. “don’t say that so loud, that was a mistake that’ll never happen again. plus, i’m working. you know, something you probably should be doing?”

they turned to put their glasses back and mix drinks for a different table. “go find someone else to try and get your dick wet with. i’m busy.”

[manjjiros]

"See? There's a good little doll." Sanzu's grin stretches wider around his mouth, and he pushes his thumb down harder and further back. He pulls it out with a satisfying pop, only to replace it with his index and middle finger. There's not a lot of people around the bar, but even if there wasn't he would continue exactly what he was doing, unbothered at the thought of having an audience. "That's a pretty little puppy." The stars in Woodrow's eyes spur him on as he grips their jaw in his hand, sliding them back until the bartender gags. A stifled moan vibrates around his fingers and he licks his lips. "So fucking good for me aren't you?" - Sanzu

woodrow thinks he has a moment to retort, to tell sanzu to back off, to tell him that he’s got a job to do and drinks to make, dammit, but he isn’t allowed that chance. sanzu pulls his thumb from their mouth and almost immediately replaces it with his two fingers, which poke and press and search for a response.

their fingers curl against the polished bar top, looking for refuge or a grip to hold onto, but it doesn’t come. their fingers slip along the polish and sanzu’s fingers find their sensitive gag reflex. they choke and tears prick their eyes; they warble a moan out, unprecedented and uncalled for.

the reaction earns them praise, which hits a little too close for them. it was something that made his knees buckle, that made him squirm; he was no good at accepting it but it really was nice to hear.

his eyes fluttered and locked on sanzu’s face before darting around. they had a job to do. it felt like an out of body experience, being gripped and choked in such a public place, not to mention while they were working, especially with sanzu. of all the executives, sanzu always surprised them the most.

his hand reached to wrap around sanzu’s slender wrist. whether it was to push him away or keep him there, he wasn’t sure; the action never followed.

“sanzu,” they tried, though the speech was choked and garbled. they weren’t going to be heard. it was only a matter of time until sanzu broke their brain and got what he wanted from them. and they’d allow it, probably with a smile.