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Kamisato Ayato looks over his papers with a sigh, rubbing his forehead.
He glances at the clock, already a minute past the time he planned on stopping for tonight.
If it were any other day, he would probably continue working until everything is settled, not even noticing that he's gone over the time.
But... today is not any other day.
This is his first day back at the Yashiro Commission since the Raiden Shogun has declared peace in the land of Inazuma. After months of working to get his informants within the Kujou clan and the rest of the Tenryou Commission out safely, he has finally found a night where he's... free.
Ayato looks down at his papers.
...relatively free.
But, work or not, he did promise his night to a certain blonde retainer in the other room... Who was told an hour ago to be ready by the time Ayato had given him. The time that Ayato is now two minutes past.
The young man stands up from his chair, feeling his bones practically creak with how long he had been sitting there. He knows Thoma would understand if he needed to reschedule their plans to finish his work, but, if he's being honest with himself, Ayato needs this more than he's willing to admit.
Walking through the hallway, Ayato pauses when he reaches the bedroom and slowly pulls back the flower-patterned partition, revealing Thoma sitting on the bed, completely bare and flushed pink.
His hair is still damp, though it was thoroughly patted down and dried with the towel now draped over Thoma's lap judging by the lack of droplets on the sheets.
"Good evening, Thoma," Ayato greets him with a nod, as if they hadn't been just rooms across from each other the whole day.
"Waka," Thoma responds with that formal nickname no one uses; Thoma's name for him, just for their time together. Between the two of them, it means one thing: master.
Ayato walks over to his drawers, hand running over the smooth wood as he looks through his equipment with a hum.
There wasn't much time for set up tonight. He could've asked Thoma to set it up for him if he truly wished to play a complex scene, but he ultimately settled for something simpler. Something flexible, incase fate takes the night into its own hands.
He grabs his usual red rope from the drawer, heading to Thoma's side.
"Stand," He says in a somewhat commanding voice, fitting for a roleplay. Thoma complies, wrapping the towel around his waist as he does so.
Ayato comes up behind him, gently taking his wrists from his sides and holding them behind his back.
There's an audible hitch in the blonde's breathing as Ayato wraps the rope around his wrists and knots them together. Despite their time apart, it seems the muscle memory has still been ingrained into him. Both his, in tying the ropes into perfect loops so they're tight enough to restrict the blonde's movement while not cutting off his blood circulation, and Thoma's, in his submission to Ayato's gentle touches.
Ayato steps back, admiring his work. It's not much--nothing compared to the usual shibari set Ayato enjoys crafting when they have the time--but the knot is clean, and most of all, Thoma looks pretty.
Thoma looks pretty regardless, but he somehow manages to look prettier with his arms tied behind him- with his back and shoulder muscles displayed as he instinctually tests the knots. The blonde shoots a look over his shoulder, signifying without a nod that they're good.
Ayato circles around him, leaning toward Thoma as if about to kiss him-
"How are you feeling?" He whispers, a hair-breadth away.
"Hot," He breathes.
And just as Thomas falls towards him, moving in for the kiss, Ayato pulls away, smirking coyly.
"Kneel," He commands.
An odd expression flickers over Thoma's face; Only for a moment before he drops to his knees, one after the other.
His eyes are downcast to the floor as Ayato drops to his level. Taking a single, gloved hand, Ayato lifts his chin upwards.
"Color?"
There's a moment of hesitation before Thoma responds, "Green."
"Good."
He turns his jaw to the side, then to the other side, keeping his expression cold and analytical. He feels Thoma shiver under his gaze, while at the same time helplessly aroused.
And once his lover is desperately worked up enough, Ayato steps back, once again admiring his work.
"Good..."
He slowly pulls off his robes, discarding them on the bed before settling. His hands move to his slacks, undoing them slowly for Thoma to watch.
Once again, that odd expression crosses the blonde's face, but by the time Ayato pulls himself out of his pants, it's gone.
He takes hold of his dick, pale with a blush of pink at the tip, and guides it towards Thoma's pink, plump lips.
The blonde looks at it, biting at his bottom lip.
"Suck it."
Thoma stiffens at the command.
His pretty mouth opens slightly, then closes. He looks at Ayato, then at the dick hovering before his lips, off to the side, then back at Ayato, before closing his eyes.
"Yellow..." He murmurs.
In moments, Ayato is over himself, quickly tucking his dick back into his pants and crouching by Thoma's side as the blonde's gaze is cast down towards the floor.
"Hey," Ayato brushes the hair out of his eyes, brushing his cheek with gentle touches, "Tell me what you need. Water? Do you want to stop?"
"No, no," Thoma shakes his head, flashing that all too familiar smile. The one he usually gives when he's taken on too many jobs and doesn't want to admit that he can't get to all of them without working overtime, "It's just..."
Green eyes meet dark blue. Ayato nods patiently for him to continue, concerned, but grateful that Thoma trusted him enough to use the safeword.
"Do you remember when I was captured by the Tenryou Commission?" Ayato's face grows hard in an instant.
Thoma was going to continue, but the words are taken right from him as he meets the other's piercing gaze, petrified.
Ayato, who has experienced so much due to his family and status; He has that expression he wears when he discovers another person's betrayal- another person who he trusted, lost- another person he loves in danger-
Thoma's heart wrenches with the thought that he's responsible for causing Ayato that pain during one of the few moments he allows himself to be vulnerable.
"Did they hurt you?" Ayato asks finally, as Thoma is unable to speak. His voice quivers, despite his visible efforts to control himself. Knowing how well the young lord has handled himself in the past--able to hide every spot of emotion, even after countless betrayals and assassination attempts--Thoma would feel touched by how much Ayato cares for him if he didn't feel so overwhelmingly guilty.
"No. They were a bit rough," again with the piercing gaze--Thoma really needs to talk to him about not jumping to conclusions--quickly adding, "But they didn't hurt me. Not in that way, I promise."
The blonde sighs as Ayato eases, shoulders sagging as much as his tied arms allow him. Noticing this, Ayato moves to untie the knots around his wrists, but Thoma shakes his head.
"It was just the kneeling part that got to me," Thoma continues, forcing himself to meet the other's gaze, no matter how intense it feels, "They were military men at the end of the day. I was only there to be punished for holding a vision. They wouldn't have gone against orders... disobeying the shogun..."
Thoma trails off, realizing he had started avoiding Ayato's eyes again. Giving himself a moment to take a breath, he clears his throat and continues.
"...but, being military men, they... had something they needed to prove to each other. So they kept making these... comments, each trying to be more morbid and cruel than the last..." He takes another breath, "But at the end of the day, those were just comments, and none of them had the chance to act on their words. Not that any of them were going to, they were probably just talking."
Ayato can feel Thoma's warmth seeping through his glove from where his hand rests upon the young man's head.
Then, he steps away, walking back to the partition.
"Wha- Waka? Wait-" Thoma tries to pull himself to his feet, but with his arms tied behind him, he realizes that he can't move without the towel dropping from his legs--the towel he's still hard under, despite the conversation.
He looks around the room with a pretty expression of confusion and embarrassment, as if some mysterious spectator was there to watch his blunder. The blonde looks back at Ayato, unsure if he should run after him and risk being found naked with his hands tied in the hallway, or if he should attempt to cover up the remainder of his dignity.
In contrast, he's met with Ayato smirking at him with the same coy smile he had in the beginning.
"Get on the bed for me," The young master says, his voice low and sultry, "I'll be back."
~~~
Ayato returns to the room a few minutes later, changed out of his usual robes and into a pair of comfortable silk pajamas, carrying a stacks of papers with a pen delicately balanced on top.
"Waka..." Thoma murmurs, sitting on the bed with the towel over his lap once again.
Moving slowly, like a water droplet falling down a window pane, Ayato makes his way to Thoma's side of the bed.
He places his stack of papers on the end table, giving Thoma's head a gentle pat as he procures a small vial of lube and sets that on the table as well.
With a darkened gaze, he slides onto the bed, sitting perpendicular from Thoma.
He makes a gesture towards the towel over Thoma's lap, and with a small nod from the blonde, takes it and moves it to settle over his own.
Ayato smiles as he watches the other trying his best not to be too flustered by his own nudeness--the blonde's shy expression pink dusted cheeks contrasting the swollen red dick standing proudly between his thighs--Thoma sits, obediently awaiting his next instruction.
"Come here," Ayato murmurs, patting his lap, "Lay down."
Thoma does as such, letting his head droop over Ayato's thigh.
It's a bit awkward to get the positioning right with his arms still tied behind his back, but with gentle encouragement from Ayato, he eventually finds a spot comfortable for him to settle.
There is a moment of silence between them. Then, Ayato reaches and grabs the papers from the end table, promptly setting them on the bed and taking the first one from the pile.
The night seems to have worked out in his favor. Ayato thought he would have to wake up early in the morning to complete the work he didn't finish tonight. Leaving a warm bed in the morning might be the worst part of his day, made worse when Thoma also happens to be sleeping in that same bed with him.
Of course, though he is working now, he does not plan on ignoring Thoma for the night.
From the corner of his eye, he watches Thoma, though still confused, settle in his position, his muscles--from his shoulders, to his plump ass, all the way down to his calves, all on display for him in the positon he is laying in--Ayato watches them gradually loosen one by one.
He hums as he combs through the document in his hand, searching for the place where he left off. This particular one should be completed with a simple signature at the bottom, but Ayato suspects something might be hidden between the lines... a loophole of sorts-
"Tsk..." Ayato makes a small note of disapproval, prompting the blonde laying across his lap to stir.
"Something wrong, waka?"
"Mmm. Nothing to worry about. Just another person trying to run circles around my head."
Ayato clicks his pen, using his hand as a back as he circles the line and writes himself a note in the margins, before finally flipping to the back page and skimming over the last paragraph.
He sets his pen down on the side of the bed, picking up the bottle of lube and uncapping it with subtle movements, spreading the silky liquid over his hand.
Thoma doesn't seem to notice the movement, settled innocently into his position as if the two of them were made to fit together.
Then, as Ayato picks up the next paper--this time just a report to look over, nothing to sign or analyze--he lets his other hand rest over Thoma's hip, fingers dipping towards the cleft of his ass.
"..wa.. aka..." The blonde whispers breathily, inhaling gently as those soft, lubed fingers run back and forth over his hole in a teasing manner.
He knows he should be paying more attention to the document he's reading, but Ayato can't help watching each twitch and shiver Thoma gives him as his fingers pause at the entrance- pushing in slightly, but brushing away before they breach.
Every movement of his body- from the twitch of his muscles (Ayato must admit, he really loves those muscles), to the way the whole lengths of his arms strain against the bright red knot at his wrists.
If anything, Ayato is eternally grateful that the Tenryou commission restrained him in brown rope, not red, because they never--and will never-- have the pleasure of seeing his Thoma this way.
"Thoma," The young lord murmurs, taking his hands away to get the blonde's attention.
"Mmhn?" Thoma mumbles through his bliss, "Yes?"
Ayato takes the two fingers and taps them against the pale area of his neck that is usually covered up by his robes.
"Give me a kiss," He says flatly, hand returning to press down on his retainer's round ass.
Thoma strains as he pulls himself up to reach the spot, not doing anything to fight the gentle pressure on his behind, though sitting back on his knees would make it so much easier for him.
Ayato closes his eyes as he feels the other's soft lips against his skin, sighing.
He gives the blonde's dick a quick stroke.
"Ahh-"
Ayato smirks, watching Thoma's stomach muscles ripple with pleasure before he loses balance and falls back into his master's lap.
His eyes flicker back to the document, his fingers continuing to stroke gently up and down over his perineum as the blonde shudders beneath him, trying oh-so-hard to not distract from his duties.
But however hard Thoma tries, Ayato is not making it easy for him. He makes quick work of his retainer, slipping one finger inside, then out- then two- then out again- then three- working him up to a frenzy until he's back to two fingers purposely crooked inside him- massaging that tender spot.
"Tell me Thoma," Ayato hums, "You're mine, right?"
"I-I- ahh-" Thoma lets out a low moan as Ayato's fingers slip out of him again, the older man responding with a gentle hand pressing down against his nape before moving down and grabbing his ass (oh archons, his waka's battle-hardened hands- hard, yet soft). He groans, giving into Ayato's hands as they work over him, boneless except for the desperate, aborted movements of his lower half.
"..yours... 'm yours..." Thoma babbles.
Again the same pattern of one finger inside, then out- then three- then out again-
"You're so worked up..." Ayato says, though using the same tone as when he murmurs to himself. And that's when Thoma realizes he's hard--very hard--dripping all over the towel on Ayato's lap. Oh- oh- his waka knows him so well-
Thoma whimpers as Ayato's hands leave him completely, returning to his work. He tries to stop it- biting down on his lip- he doesn't want to disturb Ayato's work- but the noise still escapes him.
"Shh... it's alright Thoma..." He says, though continuing to thumb through the rest of the document in his hand, "You can go over."
Go... over?
Thoma squirms in confusion when Ayato makes no move to untie the knot around his wrists or touch him again. How is he supposed to go over without...
He feels a flush spread across his body as the realization hits him. Coming to the answer slightly faster than him, Thoma finds his hips twitching forward before he realizes what he's doing, pushing his aching cock into Ayato's thigh.
"Waka-" Thoma gasps.
It wasn't the debasement itself that was getting to him- but that Ayato was giving him the privilege of debasing himself like this for him--that Ayato thought so far, even through all his work, to arrange him into this situation--Thoma would die a thousand times for the opportunity to worship his lover like this, and Ayato knows it.
He feels like he needs to ask for permission, even though permission was already given to him.
"Color?"
"Green," Thoma breathes, basking in the way Ayato's eyes stray to him with interest, though he tries to mask it with indifference. Oh- oh- he doesn't deserve him as a waka.
The blonde begins to roll his hips in earnest, the dry towel a little rough on his skin, but at this point, he doesn't care.
His hips starts to feel sore with the unnatural jerky movements, but it just serves to drive him higher and higher. Just to prove himself. He pants into the bed, rutting thoughtlessly. He’s not sure how long it takes, but it certainly isn’t much time until he feels the coiling pleasure in his gut concentrating.
"Waka, waka-"
He wants Ayato to see the state he's brought him to- wants him to see the moment when he loses control of his words and everything dissolves to babble.
"Go on, Thoma," His waka murmurs, "Let go."
Thoma looks up, meeting the undivided attention of those dark blue eyes for the first time since they started. Broken sounds pour from his lips as he spills into the towel, hips pumping erratically as his skin burns.
And then everything goes white-
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Thoma distantly registers his wrists being untied, preferring to keep his eyes closed as he rides out the waves of post-orgasm haze.
Liquid from the vial Ayato brought with him is spread over the blonde's sensitive areas, and with a small burst of elemental energy, Thoma feels the stickiness around him clear up with the ensuing vaporize reaction.
Content, Thoma lifts himself off Ayato's lap and messily tosses the towel off the bed, though he vows to pick it up and wash it first thing in the morning.
He drapes himself over Ayato's shoulder, letting his chin hook over his shoulder as he messes with those long strands of blue hair at the back of his head. Oh, he's not doing very good on his effort to not distract his waka from his work, is he?
Suddenly, he feels something poking him from the bottom.
"Thoma..." Ayato trails, eyes not leaving his paper this time.
"Mm?"
"Would you like to sit behind me?" It's not phrased as a question, "It wouldn't disrupt my work..."
Thoma mouths his neck.
"Of course, waka."