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Rintarou is tired of everything at this point. This month has been absolute garbage. All he wants is to crawl under his very warm, soft covers and ignore the world, but unfortunately, he has class. Luckily, it’s a Friday and his favorite class with the attractive sensei, but not even that can lift his spirits.
The thing is, he’s in this “relationship” with an older guy. Don’t judge; he has expensive taste and is a college student who doesn’t make nearly enough to fund his preferred way of life. And lately, well lately, his current ‘ daddy ’ - how much he hates calling the old man that he truly can’t express without repercussions- had been getting more demanding with fewer rewards and cash for Rin. And that simply will not do.
“Rintarou, focus. You don't want to fail another test, do you?” His sensei's condescending tone rang through the whole class. A few of his classmates snickered, and he flushed slightly from the embarrassment.
After one last quick glare from the sensei class continued. What a man. If Rintarou had his way, he would’ve been under this sensei the moment he enrolled.
Sensei Sakusa Kiyoomi was a walking wet dream. His salt and pepper curly hair bounced with each of his steps. The tattoos hidden behind long sleeves almost caused a major breakdown in the class the first time they set their eyes on his bare arms. What wouldn’t Rintarou give to have those arms holding him, wrapped around him, around his neck. Seriously he needs to stop that train of thought before he pops a boner in the middle of class. Again. It’s enough embarrassment getting called out for one day. The class continued as normal or as normal as possible for Rintarou and his crush on his sensei.
At the end of class, he decided to lag behind, waiting for all his classmates to leave. Once the door closed, signaling the last student leaving, he went to the sensei.
“What is it Rintarou,” he shivers at the way his name sounds from his sensei.
“Could I be exempt from doing this assignment?” He shouldn’t be nervous, Rintarou has asked the same thing to all his senseis, but something about Sakusa sends shivers down his spine.
The older man raises an eyebrow causing twin moles to move as well, “Why would you need an exemption?” Come on Rintarou get your shit together he just asked a question, it's not your fault he sounded so good.
“I’ve asked for one in all my classes.” the young man's low-pitched answer felt loud to his own ears. Why is he feeling so shy right now? His sensei can’t have that much effect on him. Surely not.
“That isn’t a reason for me.” His head snaps up to meet the older man’s gaze, eyes wide.
Even though his sensei was twenty years his senior, he still looked amazing. He was on the older side but had a younger look to him, not like his current ‘daddy,’ who looked dilapidated. Rintarou desired to try him.
“I-” Rintarou gulps, eyes searching the other’s face, “Please sir, my family recently had a tragedy and-” he stops mid-sentence, shocked and leaning back slightly. Sakusa leans towards him, hand brushing strands of his hair away.
“Begging already Rintarou?” His husky tone envelopes Rin in a captivating spell, “There’s no need for lies, we both know very well you have no family tragedy.” The other man remarked mockingly. “Be honest and maybe I’ll give you what you want.” he finishes with a smirk.
Rintarou stood frozen. His mind went blank before working faster than ever. This was a first, speechless in the face of a provocation. He prided himself in his quick retorts and not being easily flustered. He felt heat rising to his ears. There’s no way this is happening, he has to be dreaming or reading this whole thing wrong. He could not let this opportunity pass.
“You,” he whispers, “I want you.” Sakusa’s smirks widen, holding his chin and pulling him closer, “Now that’s a good boy” he praises as he traces his lower lip, “It wasn’t that hard, now, was it?” Rintarou feels the breath of his sensei on his lips. His lashes flutter, waiting, just to have his head shoved harshly to the side.
“See you soon,” Sakusa gathers his things and moves beside Rin, “Rintarou.” The feeling of his lips against his ear sends goosebumps all through his body. All he can do is shakily nod, feeling the other’s hand caress his hips before his sensei walks away.
Rintarous legs wobble, almost sending him to the floor. He leans against the sensei’s desk. No way that just happened. Rintarou cannot believe what transpired in the last few minutes. He has never been harder in his life.
.・゜-: ✧ :- -: ✧ :-゜
Once Rintarou felt calmer, he went back to his dorm. He sent excuses to his other senseis, claiming to be sick. Truly, he just couldn’t wait to get home and get off to Sakusa. A couple of hours later, he found out that ‘soon’ was a lot closer than he imagined.
[From: Unknown]
You want an exemption on this assignment, correct?
[You]
Yes sir
[From: Unknown]
Come to this address.
Unknown sent you a link
[You]
I’ll see you there then
Seen✔✔
Rintarou was a mixture of nerves and excitement. He has dreamt of this day from the first time he saw Sakusa. He simply can’t comprehend it’s finally happening. His interest is being reciprocated. He was given a chance to have a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Because let's be real, who doesn't wish and daydreams about their hot sensei? Their tall, tattooed, strong sensei… Now he’s derailing. Focus Rintarou, a hot older man is waiting for you.
He chooses his best outfit and does last-minute checks in front of his body-length mirror. He has a green turtle neck that hugs his torso just in the right places, white dress pants tight around his ass and thighs, a black belt, and black loafers. His outfit came in around 15.543.000,00 in value. He put on his diamond earrings and some light makeup to finish his look. He looked dashing. Irresistible.
.・゜-: ✧ :- -: ✧ :-゜
Once he arrived at the address, all his nervous energy came back. He stood in front of one of the city's most expensive buildings.
[You]
I’m here
[From: Sensei <3]
Approach the front lady.
Visitor for the top floor.
Seen✔✔
Of course, he lives in a penthouse. Pocketing his phone and putting on his usual disinterested, calm face he enters the building. Spots the front desk in the center of the lobby he walks at a brisk pace.
“Hello, I’ve got permission to access the top floor?” he inquires, hoping he’s not about to get turned out and this whole thing was an elaborate plan to humiliate him.
“Name,” she demands briefly glancing at him. “Suna Rintarou.” As the receptionist does whatever she needs to find he looks around. To the right couches line the floor-to-ceiling windows acting as a waiting area. On the left, tables are placed strategically to either receive the best sunlight or stay away from it. “Elevator to the left.” The cutting voice of the receptionist snaps Rintarou out of his admiration. “Thank you,” he makes his way to the inform elevator, just as he leaves the front desk he hears, “You’re going to be eaten alive.” It was not meant to be heard by him. He couldn’t help but look back at the woman watching him walk away.
On his way up all the nerves came crashing down on him again. His palm started sweating, his eyes darting all around the elevator. Is he really doing this? This is happening? Actually? He can’t believe it.
.・゜-: ✧ :- -: ✧ :-゜
The small ding signaling he reached his destination startled him. Rintarou spent the whole ride confirming he was awake. As the doors open he is met with a breathtaking view of the city from the wall of windows. He steps into the living room, his jaw dropping in awe. He runs his hand on the back of a black leather couch holding gray cushions. Two armchairs on either side of it and a low table in the middle. He can see some books on the table. A ninety-inch TV facing the sitting area.
The navy-blue walls, with the golden decorations and black furniture, make his head spin. This is the kind of life Rintarou wants. The one he wishes for. The one he tries to replicate with sugar daddies.
He whirls to the right, noise pulling his attention. There, his sensei leaned against a doorway. Black dress pants missing the usual belt that accompanies them, white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows showing mouth-watering arms decorated in tattoos. Rintarou could not help but salivate at the sight.
“Dressed to impress?” the mocking tone causes butterflies to flutter in his stomach.
“I always dress nice,” comes the easy retort from him.
Sakusa chuckles darkly and moves towards him. His hand finds his chin lifting his head firmly but gently. “Are you always so mouthy?” The older man inspects his face, “You are, but I know how to fix that.” Rintarou shivers at the serious tone. “You can be good right?” He asks in mock concern. Rintarou nods his head. Wrong answer, as the previously gentle fingers now grip his jaw on either side. “Come on beautiful use your words. You can’t be that gone already.” The firm tone turns playful as Rintarou whines out, “Yes, sir.”
He sees the older man's pupils dilate at the name. Good, Rin did not want to be the only one affected. He’s glad to know he still got it.
Once again, the hand on his face turns gentle, this time lightly caressing his cheek. “We need boundaries and you have to tell me how you want to do this.” His eyes turn soft and Rin’s own slightly water. “We’ll go at your pace. You dictate how this goes.” The younger’s breath hitches. He’s not used to having a say. Not used to the men he sleeps with listening to him. Never has a man asked him what he wants, what he’s okay and what he isn’t with. It’s not like any of them even got close to his hard no’s or even ventured into his more dangerous kinks, but he has been close to just pushing them off him. He never did, always endured as was his feeling of obligation. Especially his time with whatever sugar daddy he was at the time.
But here is a man asking what he has never been asked. A man he only knows because of a requirement for his degree. A man who could care less about him, just another face to the hundreds he sees daily. But that’s not true, is it? Because he’s the one here with him now. In his penthouse, where the sensei is most vulnerable. Out of the hundred faces, he chose him.
“We’ll use the traffic light system,” Rintaraou’s weak voice a mere whisper between them. Sakusa nods and waits for him to continue. “I’m sure you’ve noticed I’m a sub. I’ve been told I’m too much work,” he trails off, watching as the other frowns slightly. “It doesn’t matter what others have told you. You are with me now,” Rintarou can’t help but search his gaze, “Have you ever fallen into subspace?” His curious tone is genuine. “No.” That has been the easiest answer Rintarou has given all day.
“Never?” the incredulous tone is met with a shake of his head. “Hm, we’ll have to change that. If you allow me.” Again, always asking for permission, “Will you let yourself go with me? Will you allow me to take care of you as you deserve?” The questions make Rintarou’s leg shakes. He nuzzles the hand on his cheek. “I can try,” he’s not sure if he can even do it, “Please take care of me.” He looks through his lashes at the other man, hearing his breath get caught, and exhales shakily. “Do to me whatever you desire.” Rin drops a kiss on his wrist, “I promise to say if I don’t like it.”
With that final reassurance, his sensei’s other hand came up to his collarbone. Slowly trailing up and up, settling on his neck. The touch is gentle and light as if waiting. Rin stretches his neck, head leaning back slightly keeping eye contact. At the silent go-ahead, the hand turns firm, squeezing his neck just right. Finally, he has his hands around his neck. The older man smirks as the younger’s eyes roll back a small noise leaving his lips. The hand on his face pulls him back. Now both pull him closer to Sakusa. They look into each other's eyes before his sensei dives for his lips stealing his breath.
The hands on his body leave momentarily, before reappearing on his thighs. A silent demand to wrap his legs around the other man's waist. He follows easily, arms wrapping around strong shoulders and legs around a deceivingly small waist feeling and they grip under his thighs before one moves to his ass. He smiles into the kiss, intertwining his fingers into inky black curls. He feels the body under him moving to where he isn’t sure. Not that it matters.
The kiss gets more intense as the seconds pass. His back hits the wall quite harshly, pulling a moan from him. He chases after the retreating lips, “Hm? So you’re a pain slut.” The devious smirk and lust in onyx eyes make him moan again. “I’m a masochist actually.”
Not allowing the other to respond, Rintarou pulls the raven-haired closer and crashes their lips together. Their teeth knock together, spit falling down their chins. Sakusa bites Rintarou’s lips and small droplets of blood surface. “We’ve talked about your boundaries,” he whispers, licking the blood from Rin’s lip, “Here are mine. You call me Kiyoomi, but when I ask you a question you say, Sir.” Kiyoomi kisses from his jaw to behind his ear, “You must give me a verbal answer unless you’re gagged.” He bites his earlobe.
Rintarou moans, at the words or the kisses left on him, he is not sure. He pulls slightly on Kiyoomi’s hair pulling a deep groan from him. “Do you understand me doll?” The gravelly tone makes him shiver as he nods, stopping abruptly and correcting his mistake, “Yes, I understand sir.” He answers lilting. “Good boy.” Kiyoomi kisses him again, swallowing his answering moan.
Their tongues intertwine and explore each other's mouths. No inch is left unexplored. Rintarou tries in vain to take control of the kiss by sucking o Kiyoomi’s tongue and pushing his own into his mouth. He is quickly reprimanded and redirected after a harsh bite to his tongue.
“Don’t be a brat now.”
Rintarou bats his lashes in mock innocence. Kiyoomi scoffs with a small smile. He attacks Rintarou’s neck, biting and kissing all around. The sensations on his mouth on his neck paired with the strong bites have him whimpering, panting, and moaning.
Pulling at the white shirt separating him from his need for skin contact they hear it tear. They stop momentarily, eyes moving frantically, becoming more desperate. They kiss wildly as Rin continues to pull and rip the shirt of the other off. Once its off Rin’s hands begin to wander warm skin.
His hands explore all the newly exposed skin. Squeezing and pulling at his arms, trailing to his pecks and squeezing once more. Kiyoomi moans into his ear as Rin’s hands trace his nipples. The sound spurred the younger man to play with them. To pinch, pull and rub. He feels as he’s lowered, and frantic hands pull at his shirt.
“Off.”
They work together to get his shirt off. As it comes over his head Kiyoomi grabs it and throws it to the side. “That’s expensive you know,” Rintarou says against the other’s lips. “I’ll get you another one.”
Rintarou doesn’t get the opportunity to respond as he is thrown over Kiyoomi’s shoulder. He lets a surprised yelp and a whine at the receiving spank to his ass. Kiyoomi made their way up his spiral stairs passing through a couple of closed rooms. Rin studied the different hallways and doors imagining what each held behind them. They stopped at the end of the main hallway in front of a black door. Kiyoomi put him back on the ground and turned him around, standing flushed to his back.
“This is your last opportunity to back out,” he drawled in his ear. Rin turned his face slightly, looking into his eyes, “Never.” he whispered confidently. He felt Kiyoomi smile against his nape as he leaned to open the door for Rin. “Welcome sweetheart, I’ll make you forget about everything.” A hand on the small of his back pushed him forward, “You only need to know me.”
Smiling he walked into the room, leaving his phone on one of the bedside tables and steps to the center. He looked around as he waited for directions. To his left, he can see a door that leads to a spacious-looking bathroom. There on the right wall hung different floggers and whips of different sizes. Under them, he could see some blindfolds, hoods, and muzzles displayed. Next to them, various toys lay in all shapes and sizes. Hanging over them collars and leashes along with spreader bars. Rintarou gulps. Excitement cursed throughout his body.
“Admiring my collection, doll?” The teasing tone accompanied by the bite to his earlobe makes his stomach flutter. “You’ve got quite the collection, Sir.” He feels the other smirk against his skin, “You’ll be at the mercy of it today.” he licks the column of his neck.
Kiyoomi steps back as Rin turns to face him. In his hands, Rintarou sees silk rope. “Strip,” Kiyoomi demands, and he follows easily. “Come here.” He follows almost unconsciously.
His eyes track Kiyoomi’s hand as he raises the rope to his face. Soon the silk was touching his skin and masterfully tied around his body in a dragonfly harness. The tightness of the rope helps him slowly slip away, floating and enjoying. This is what he needed, something that helped him escape from his problems and anxieties. He feels underwater, noises muffled, swaying. The pull of his hair makes him focus again. “There you are, you left me for a moment,” Kiyoomi caresses his cheek. “Don’t worry I’ll let you float longer soon.” As the hand leaves his cheek he tries to chase after the warmth.
Kiyoomi guides him to the middle of the bed, helping him lay and settle down. He makes sure Rintarou is present asking and talking to him expecting verbal answers. He layed with him tracing patterns between the ropes and down to his thighs. Always looking into his eyes. The attention drove Rintarou slightly crazy. When was the last time anyone treated him like this? He can’t remember.
Minutes later, Kiyoomi leans over him whispering against his lips, “The fun starts now darling.” He stands from the bed and approaches the wall holding the floggers. “Let’s test your masochism,” Rintarou gulps at the sight of Kiyoomi’s menacing smile. The man turns to look into a drawer nearby ignoring the floggers.
Rintarou looks on confused. He observes Kiyoomi pulling a metal object and raising it to him. A sounder. Now he’s excited. Kiyoomi walks over, half-naked, to him. He rests one of his knees on the bed, sitting close enough to touch his dick. Rintarou whines at the first cold touch to his erection. The sounders trailed lightly from the base of his length to his tip. He watches as it breaches his urethra. Slightly arching his back and mouth opening in a silent moan, he watches as more enters. Each added inch makes him squirm making Kiyoomi hold him down. Being careful to keep inserting more of the sounder with one hand. Once it’s all in Kiyoomi moves both hands to his hips. Soothingly rubbing them, waiting for Rintarou's breathing to settle again.
“Such a good boy,” Kiyoomi’s hands travel lower. “You took it so well,” his smooth tone wraps over Rintarou’s mind. He can only whine, hips bucking slightly. Quick hands hold his hips down again. “Don’t be naughty now.” Once smooth and sweet, turns harsh and warning.
Kiyoomi gages Rintarou’s state, hands moving lower to his member again. Taking hold of the metal sounder, he pulls it slightly off and pushes it back down. Rintarou’s legs tremble trying to stay as still as possible. He endures for a few minutes, orgasm rapidly approaching.
“I’m gonna cum, Sir please I-” All movement and touch stop in an instant. Rintarou pants as his orgasm is interrupted. Through a half-lidded gaze, he watches Kiyoomi stand but can't see what he’s doing.
The bed dips and hands are back on his dick, this time pulling the sounder off completely. He breathes out in relief only to yelp at the pain from his dick being harshly squeezed. The weight lifts from the bed taking the pain with it.
Rintarou hears a match being lit and the smell of vanilla fills the room. Turning his head towards Kiyoomi he observes as he puts down the candle and turns back to him, “Still with me darling?” Rin nods earning a cocked eyebrow from the other. Clearing his throat he croaks out a “Yes, Sir.” Satisfied, Kiyoomi picks up the candle and walks up to the bed. “Whoever said you aren’t easy to handle clearly didn’t know how to.” He tilts the candle over Rintarou’s thigh. Rin jumps and lets a small scream out upon contact. “It’s alright now, you have me.” Wax falls onto his other thigh, “I’m all you’re ever going to need.”
As more wax over Rintarou’s body, his screams from the burns turn into pained moans. He wants that. He wants what Kiyoomi is offering. Rintarou wants to spend the rest of his days with this man. Waking up in his bed, being spoiled by him. More of this amazing experience.
His mind clouds and drifts each time the wax comes into contact with him. He is always allowed a few minutes of simply floating letting all sensations dull and his reactions decrease. Each time he is brought back by firm and gentle hands. Running through his hair, stroking or squeezing his thighs. One of the times he’s brought back to the moment he hears the clink of the candle as it’s placed on the bedside table. He looks to where Kiyoomi sits at his side holding something in his hands. He arranges himself by his head, “Hold yourself up for me, doll.”
With some help, he manages to hold the position as a blindfold falls over his eyes. Kiyoomi lays him down again. Rintarou feels and hears and he moves and settles between his legs. Feels as the older man caresses his inner thighs. Feels as the other lowers himself. Tenses when the first touch of the other’s mouth reaches his thigh. How he grips one of them as he leaves marks and kisses on the other. Trailing from his knees to his hips, always ignoring his weeping cock, and doing the same to the other side.
He moans loudly when Kiyoomi licks at his hole. He squirms; sensations multiplied by his lack of vision. His hands curl into fists, alternating between grabbing the sheets or tensing at his side. Kiyoomi laps leisurely, as he has all the time in the words to tase him. And he could if he so wanted it. Rintarou would not hesitate to give himself completely to the other man. He screams in pleasure when his tongue finally breaches his hole.
Kiyoomi eats him out like a man starved. Like Rintarou is the best thing he has ever had. The younger man wishes his arms were free. Wishes to hold onto inky curly hair. Wishes he wasn’t being held down so he could grind into the other’s tongue. He wants to ride him. To see the state he’s in because of him. He wishes, he wants, he desires.
Panting as the other retreats he tries to catch his breath. But it seems impossible as a cold, lubed-up finger circles his hole. “Relax, baby.” The finger goes to the first knuckle. “Just like that love.” His body complies as the words swim in his head, relaxing more with each one. “So perfect, so beautiful.” He feels kisses dropped on his waist as his hole swallows the finger in, “Just like that.”
Kiyoomi allows him a moment to get used to the stretch before slowly pulling back and fucking back into him. Sweet, small moans fall from Rintarou’s lips, bruised from his biting. His back arches as the older man latches to one of his nipples, and a second finger circles his hole again. Rintarou gets lost in all the stimulation he’s receiving. From his nipples to his neck, from two fingers up to four now. His moans increased in volume with each finger. Screaming out when Kiyoomi found his prostate and mercilessly aimed at that spot. For the second time that night, his orgasm is fast approaching.
“Ha, Sir, please, more, more.” Rintarou can’t help but moan out. Begging, for what, he isn’t sure. Just like the last time, his climax is interrupted. A hard squeeze to the base of his dick as fingers leave him. Leaving him feeling empty and on the verge of tears.
“You’re only allowed to cum on my cock, love,” Kiyoomi whispers into his ear making him moan at the hidden promise.
Feeling Kiyoomi’s hand in his hair makes him chase after him, hearing as he chuckles endeared. He feels as they take hold of the knot of his blindfold, pulling it free. Blinking a few times he sees Kiyoomi over him with a smile. “Gorgeous,” Rin’s blush intensifies at the sincere compliment. “Are you ready?” Rintarou has never wanted anything more, “Yes, Sir.”
Kiyoomi drags one of the pillows beside Rintarou and places it under his hips. He must have taken his pants after tying the blindfold before.As he’s ripping the packet of the condom, Rintarou’s phone rings. Both men jump slightly from the sudden sound looking in the direction of the phone. “Ignore it,” Rin says and Kiyoomi doesn’t waste any more time pulling the condom over his cock.
One arm holding him over Rintarou’s body, Kiyoomi lines up with his hole. Both moan simultaneously as Kiyoomi’s head breaches him. “Fuck, you’re so warm and tight,” Kiyoomi’s other arm comes up to support him. Rintarou moans with every inch he’s fed. Letting a satisfied one along with Kiyoomi’s groan as their hips finally come into contact.
“Kiss me,” Rintarou pleads. Kiyoomi dives for his lips. A passionate kiss, full of lust and something else. They make out just as messy as they did downstairs. Saliva dripped down Rin’s chin and soaked the bed sheets. Another ring from his phone separates them.
Kiyoomi glares at the phone, reaching for it. “Who’s Pig,” he asks looking at the contact. Rintarou groans, “My useless sugar daddy,” he sees Kiyoomi frown and snarl at the phone. “Are you going back to him,” The question surprises him. “I don’t know,” he answers truthfully.
“Don’t” Rintarou looks wide eye at Kiyoomi, “Leave him and stay with me, I’ll give you everything and anything you could ever want.” His serious and sincere tone makes Rin pause momentarily, mind made up from the second Kiyoomi texted him. “Okay. I’ll leave him and stay with you.” Kiyoomi searched his gaze, and he must have found what he was looking for. The kiss that follows seals a new promise. A new beginning for them.
“I have an idea,” Rintarou says as they separate from their kiss. “I’m all ears.” Taking his phone from Kiyoomi’s grasp he opens the camera app and hands it over to him again. Kiyoomi’s mischievous smile matches Rintarou’s own.
Rintarou sighs in pleasure as Kiyoomi leaves open-mouth kisses all over his neck and starts rocking his hips into him. He moans at the friction wrapping his legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
Kiyoomi settled a pace Rintarou enjoyed. Listening and cataloging what made him whine, what made him moan and scream out in pleasure. Settling back on his legs he held one of Rintarou’s legs over his shoulder. His other hand holding the young man’s phone, camera pointed at his face. “You sound beautiful. Screaming out for me,” Rintarou couldn’t help but moan out Kiyoomi’s name. “No one has ever fucked you like this have they.” The matter-of-fact tone drove him crazy. A harsh slap to his thigh reminded him he was asked a question. “No sir. No one compares to you!” He couldn't help but yell out. The camera caught as his eyes rolled back tears falling from his eyes and spit dripped onto the sheets. “You should've taken better care of such a treasure.” Kiyoomi’s mocking tone along with a loud moan from Rintarou ended the video. Kiyoomi quickly sent this specific one to the “Pig’ contact and focused once more on him. If Kiyoomi had taken various videos of the younger man no one else needs to see those.
It was when he hit that special bundle of nerves inside him that Rintarou lost himself. His mind felt muddled he couldn’t focus on anything. He could only think about Kiyoomi. Kiyoomi kissing him, fucking him, complimenting him. Kiyoomi. Kiyoomi. Kiyoomi. Everything else dulled. He went limp under the older man. Letting himself drift farther away from reality. He’s not sure how long he spends lost in his mind. In that other headspace, he had never reached.
His senses slowly come back to him. His sense of feeling comes back first. He doesn’t feel the silk ropes against his skin anymore. He does feel warmth surrounding him and something moving through his hair. Then his mobility, not that he can move with how boneless he feels. Lastly his sight. The first thing he sees is Kiyoomi’s chest. That explains the warmth and the hand playing with his hair. Blinking, he looks up. The movement alerted Kiyoomi.
“Welcome back, love.” The gentle smile makes him give a small one of his own. “Around half an hour,” Kiyoomi says as he helps him sit up. “After you slipped completely you came soon after.” As he hands Rintarou a water bottle, he can’t help but ask, “What about you?” Surprised, Kiyoomi gives a small laugh, “I took care of it.” Rintarou frowns slightly, “Next time,” Kiyoomi looks at him, “Next time I’ll be there to help you.” Rintarou’s sure statement pulls a laugh from the older man. “Sure thing, doll. Now let’s get you into the bath so I can rub some ointment on your bruises.” Rintarou couldn’t help but giggle as the other man picked him up bridal style and settled both of them in the previously filled bathtub.
He’s happy. This is what he has ever wanted. Rintarou is glad to have stayed behind today at class. Happy his attraction was reciprocated. Delighted to be freed from that disgusting old man and gained a much more attractive and better one in the process.