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Koito yearned for Tsurumi.
Constantly. It was an ache barred by a leaden tongue, one that tripped and spilled garbled, unintelligible inversions of whatever Koito meant to say. Tsurumi’s mere presence did wonderful, terrible things to him. Just thinking about his superior made Koito’s head light, his skin hot, and his heart kick into higher gear.
It was like he became a different person around Tsurumi. Koito had been described by some as princely, poised in his charm, and refined. He was well mannered, articulate, and serious. Attributes that evaporated or froze stiff if Tsurumi even breathed nearby. It was frustrating .
“Sir, pace yourself,” Tsukishima commented, lips pressed thin in distaste. Koito grunted, snagged a glass of champagne as it wafted past, and downed it, ignoring Tsukishima. He looked good, he knew it. To the side, a pair of women whispered to each other and snuck glances, only to giggle coyly when he glanced disinterestedly their way. Attractiveness wasn’t a question. Hell, Tsurumi made it clear he fancied Koito--God, it made his chest burn and his breathing stilt--it was just impossible for Koito to do anything about it.
“Where’s Tsurumi,” Koito demanded, his words blurred at the edges. Tsukishima glanced sidelong, Koito’s gaze following to where Tsurumi stood in the middle of the room, bracketed at either side by drunk officials. No . Koito sneered. Tsurumi was his .
“Don’t piss anyone off,” Tsukishima called, but Koito was already advancing. “Idiot,” he muttered, knocking back his own drink and then trailing after to make sure Koito didn’t get himself killed.
Tsurumi was smiling, but it was forced. Sheer politeness; people had kept offering him drinks, and he’d sip them before handing off what he could. His game of “taste my drink” was backfiring, as the men he’d been buttering were becoming sloppier and less eloquent with the information they drunkenly babbled. Less inadvertent espionage, more just actually drunk.
Like a prince in shining armor, Koito appeared at his shoulder, and Tsurumi gleefully handed him his untouched drink. “Try this,” Tsurumi said, fluttering his lashes. Koito swallowed it in one smooth gulp and deftly placed it on a floating tray that happened to skim past. Tsurumi raised a brow.
“You’re drunk,” he observed.
Koito nodded. Tsurumi was so cool to the touch, and it felt nice against Koito’s heated body. He pressed himself along the smooth curve of Tsurumi’s back, hands coming to grip the slim waist it dipped into. Tsurumi blinked, briefly surprised, but relaxed into the touch.
“How forward, second lieutenant,” Tsurumi purred, enjoying his new, breathing backrest. Koito made a pleased sound and eagerly wrapped his arms around Tsurumi to hug him tight. “Such a good boy,” Tsurumi murmured, reaching his hand back to stroke Koito’s warm cheek. Koito mumbled wordlessly and pressed a kiss to the awaiting palm, earning a delighted noise out of Tsurumi that made him preen.
“If I knew getting you drunk made you this uninhibited, I would’ve tried that earlier,” Tsurumi murmured. Thankfully, his companions--though it was the loosest use of the word--were too drunk and distracted to notice the canoodling a few feet away from them, but regardless, Tsukishima waited even further back like a protective bulldog. “Though it pains me that you only seem to act on your want in this state,”
Koito lifted his head, brows twisted up in a distressed look. “Ts-Tsurumi, no! You’re simply too wonderful, I can’t seem to-- I can’t think straight around you!” Koito blurted, and ah, he really was drunk. This must’ve been the first time he’d said more than a few words to Tsurumi directly, and it showed in the naked surprise on Tsurumi’s elegant features.
Tsurumi schooled himself quickly, and Koito was too drunk to properly register, thankfully. “You have such a lovely voice, Koito-kun,” Tsurumi cooed. Koito sighed shakily, turning his face helplessly into Tsurumi’s palm. “I do wish I could hear it more often,”
“I-I’m trying, sir,” Koito whispered, shyness overtaking him again. He squeezed Tsurumi, as if testing his validity--that he truly was, in the flesh, in Koito’s arms--and suppressed a shiver. “You do things to me. Y-You make my head spin and I can’t find proper footing. I long for you,”
“I’m right here, Koito.” Tsurumi turned in Koito’s grip so that they were chest to chest, his hands splayed across Koito’s broad shoulder blades. Head leant back, eyes lidded, drinking in Koito’s lovestruck, liquid stare. “I truly enjoy hearing your voice on my own ears,” Tsurumi said, rubbing Koito’s back.
Koito’s lips trembled, and in a sudden surge of confidence, he dipped down to kiss Tsurumi but was stopped by a hand roughly yanking his head back by the root of his hair.
“Ah!”
“Tsk, Koito-kun, that’s cheating,” Tsurumi tutted, shoving a thigh between Koito’s legs to properly feel the tented erection there. Koito whined, hips twitching, and then sharply gasping when Tsurumi tugged harder. “If you want to kiss me, if you want to fuck me, you need to be in an entirely clear mind. Otherwise, it wouldn’t count, would it?”
Koito’s brain scrambled, Adam’s apple bobbing uselessly as he mouthed open air. Tsurumi drank in the long, beautiful curve of Koito’s neck, leant forward to catch a bead of sweat sliding down the middle and pulling Koito’s head forward to follow it around to the edge of his jaw. Koito shuddered, fisting Tsurumi’s coat in white knuckles, and whined helplessly.
“You want me so badly,” Tsurumi said, breath on Koito’s ear.
“Yes,” Koito gasped, like a beg.
“Why not take me? I’ve offered myself so willingly to you before. What do you fear, Koito? Rejection?”
Koito bit his lip and nodded, or as much as he could with Tsurumi’s fist still tight on his hair. It stung, but it felt good .
“Mm, I’d never reject you, Koito. Moderate you, yes. You’re so greedy, you’d gobble me up if you could, wouldn’t you?” Koito’s desperate whimper was an answer in itself. “Such a spoiled boy. Devouring dessert before you’d properly enjoyed your meal, mm? You need to learn to savor, to taste,” Tsurumi nipped Koito’s pulse, making him squeak. “Where are your quarters, Koito? I’m feeling tired, and I want to be with you in private,”
Tsurumi lessened his grip so Koito could straighten, stroking the nape of his neck and smiling wryly when Koito shivered. Koito was so easy to please, so responsive. It really was a shame he was always so shy.
“This way. Ah, m-may I hold your hand, Tsurumi-san?” Koito asked, squeezing Tsurumi’s hips hopefully before letting go and politely offering his hand.
Tsurumi took it, delighted. “I’d be honored. How gentlemanly.” Koito stepped back and bowed properly, placing a kiss on Tsurumi’s knuckles. Tsurumi laughed, enjoying the scene, and Koito felt so happy he could’ve died then and peacefully.
Koito stood, shifted his grip to clasp Tsurumi’s hand in his own, and felt his legs might go out when Tsurumi twined their fingers together. “This way, sir,” he said, shockingly even, and led Tsurumi back to his room.
Koito was sure he was going to finally bed Tsurumi, his liquored brain forgetting that Tsurumi had no intentions to fuck him drunk, and gave a confused whine when Tsurumi put a hand to his lips in his attempt to kiss him.
“Find confidence on your own, Otonoshin,” Tsurumi said, shoving Koito back onto his bed. Koito yelped, fumbling, but relaxed when Tsurumi stilled him with a hand on his boot. “Shh, I’m taking your shoes off.”
One, two-- the boots were laid carefully aside. “Undress, I’m getting your sleep wear,” Tsurumi instructed, leaving Koito on the bed to poke through his belongings. He really did have a lot of useless stuff, expensive too. Tsurumi noted the weaponry with interest but left those aside for the light, cotton yukata in a separate case. When he turned back to the bed, Koito was entirely nude, spread out eagerly and flushed with excitement.
Tsurumi let himself enjoy the view for a moment--Koito’s long limbs, his sculpted torso and pectorals, his strong arms, his long, leaking cock twitching against toned thighs; a shame he wasn’t sober, Tsurumi had every intention to bruise that lovely, unscarred skin--before tossing the yukata squarely in Koito’s face.
“Calm yourself, Koito,” Tsurumi scolded, noting how Koito’s dick jumped at the chide and saving the information for later.
“Will you stay?” Koito asked shyly, using the yukata as an excuse to not meet Tsurumi’s gaze.
“Until you fall asleep,” Tsurumi relented.
“Lay with me? N-Nothing else, just. Lay with me. I want to hold you.”
Oh, it really was a shame, a damn shame indeed. Tsurumi smiled benevolently and undid his own boots before crawling into Koito’s waiting arms. Koito squeezed him, sighing dreamily. “Tsurumi, may I ask for one more thing? I know I’ve been. G-greedy, but--”
“Go ahead.” Tsurumi idly drug a nail over Koito’s nipple, inevitably still cruel. Koito twitched, pressed his thighs together, and took a steadying breath.
“Kiss me goodnight?”
Tsurumi was quiet, fear gripping Koito at the throat, but it died when Tsurumi pushed himself onto one elbow and inspected Koito’s reddened face.
Tsurumi reached out and tucked a stray curl of hair behind Koito’s ear, his knuckles trailing lightly across and off Koito’s cheek. “Of course,” Tsurumi said softly, then leant down and kissed Koito. “Go to sleep,”
“Yessir,”
“Good boy,”