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It’s only at the end of a long day of tedious meetings and schmoozing old geezers, when Ainosuke sighs and undoes a button, that Tadashi sees what he knew might be hiding there. His eyes slide down his master's throat and peeking out, barely visible, sits a red mark just below the collar bone.
Tadashi curses the faceless person who left evidence of the politician's unseemly activities somewhere so visible. Someone - not himself, he means - someone of importance - could have seen. Tadashi would never be so careless. It’s that thought that sparks the next.
Tadashi understands that Ainosuke-sama has needs. He understands, but sleeping with strangers can’t possibly be the most logical solution, he thinks. Running back and forth to love hotels is wreaking havoc on their schedule, leading to even more lost sleep between the two of them, but most importantly It’s dangerous.
Ainosuke doesn’t know these people or their intentions. They could spread rumors, blackmail his campaign - or like today, leave traces that can’t be explained away. Continuing down this path is too risky.
It’s for these reasons alone that Tadashi proposes what he does. Begs him, almost, like the dog he is.
Those reasons, and not because he’s jealous. He’s just his secretary now after all, after his betrayal... He has— he wouldn’t have the right to feel that way. He just wants what is best for Ainosuke-sama. To keep him out of trouble and the arms of others.
When he sees his master’s eyes widen a fraction in response, perhaps imperceptible to anyone else, he wonders if he overstepped - tugged too hard on his leash, can almost feel the collar tight around his throat — but after a too-long moment of consideration, Ainosuke hums his affirmation, and Tadashi lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.
If they both got what they wanted with this arrangement, well, neither will dare to say it.