❂Dungeon

@Ong Seongwu❂(住吉会) Yuta was about to begin his set of teasing before he heard a deeper voice echo throughout the alleyway, his eyes closing as he stood up, finding it typical for the guy to walk away and leave him with the mess. His eyes opened as he leaned against the cold brick wall, eyeing the other male up and down. Judging the look and the stance the taller male held, it seemed as if he were someone actually important around here. Maybe a head? No, too handsome for that. Maybe an assassin? Not quite. Yuta finally composed himself, clearing his throat a bit before speaking with a smirk. "Well, I was. However the party as been crashed. So I think I'm going to take my leave unless you're looking for a..." He paused, stepping into the light from the streetlamp. "Business transaction." He spoke as if honey were dripping from every word, stuffing one of his hands into his back pocket.

@Yuta Nakamoto♙ {} it's perfectly fine! =)

It wasn't often that Seongwu's father had him patrolling the gang's territory, but for some reason there was a disturbance that he wanted his son to check out that night. Just my luck, he wordlessly seethed, his eyes surveying the streets before him as he walked through one of the more impoverished sides of town. This was a popular hub for drugs and ion, seeing how there were as many crack houses as there were es lining both sides of the street. A few whistled at him, trying to catch his attention, but Seongwu's main goal at that moment was to check out the disturbance he was sent out for and then to get the hell out of here.

It didn't take him long, however, to notice a particular scene across the street. If it was any one of the gang-affiliated es, Seongwu wouldn't have paid them any mind, but it was the unfamiliar face and appearance that caught his attentive eye. Rushing over to get a better look, he was quite certain as he stood by the alleyway entrance. With his arms crossed and lips in a scowl, he coughed to get the strangers' attentions, "Ahem. Having a good night there, fellas?" The burly man that had hanging out of his pants was the first to scurry away in a frenzy, but the suave little vixen kneeling on the ground definitely had no intentions of moving.

@Ong Seongwu❂(住吉会) ( I forgot to tag you asdfghjkl but if this isn't a good starter I can redo it <3)

Yuta knew that he was on Sumoyoshi-kai territory when doing his job but he frankly didn't care. He walked around in his usual night out attire sporting black skinny jeans, a button down white blouse with the first three buttons undone to show off some skin, and his trusty combat boots, strutting as if he owned the place. He got the best costumers there who always paid more than what he had asked for. They were yakuza who he loved to pleasure the most since they had the dirtiest of kinks. Don't get him wrong, he enjoyed a majority of his costumers but the ones branded with the intricate tattoos were known to be more on the wild side and more of his personal type. Before he knew it, his arm was pulled into a nearby alley way and he was pushed down onto his knees by a man he knew all too well from seeing him in these parts. Oh how Yuta loved the dominance. "That'll be $50." He spoke, his words sweet like candy as he began undoing the man's pants and stroking his length with ease; his eyes glued the other's. He knew there were people passing by but he has yet to get caught by someone actually important. He was usually safe in that aspect.