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fictionaluntruthsTitle: A Simple Acceptance.
Fandom: Loveless.
Warnings: Hooker!AU. Other than that, this is purely a PWP.
Characters/couples: Ritsuka/Soubi.
Summary: For Ritsuka, at sixteen, not to care about the possible proposals, it made people pay too much attention on him. Seimei would never hurt him, so if he says that going to a brothel is needed, so be it.
Rating: NC17
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
cliche_bingo: Hooker!AU.
It also sort of decided to be a more-or-less Victorian AU. I. I don't know. I blame it on the fact that I love that era. That I just reread Gerard er Jacques doesn't help either, I suppose...
A Simple Acceptance.
He's not exactly sure why Seimei thought it'd be a good idea to bring him here, but Ritsuka wishes he hadn't. He burrows inside his cloak, not quite glaring but very much sulking, even when Seimei's hand kneads at the back of his neck, gentle.
“It's for your own good,” Seimei says. “You know people will talk less this way.”
“I don't care about people,” Ritsuka mutters, but he does lean, ever so slightly, against the warm comfort of his brother's side. “I don't understand why I have to do this, Seimei.”
“I know,” Seimei whispers back. If they were back at the manor, Ritsuka would be able to lay his head against Seimei's shoulders, perhaps listen as his brother reads something for them both. As it is, even just favoring his left side a little more is perhaps too much, and the moment when he takes off his cloak and hat, he'll have to actually acknowledge the other nobles that are at this... place.
Seimei leans a little, just enough so that Ritsuka can see a glimpse of his eyes, of his smile. He's trying to reassure him as if he was still a child, Ritsuka realizes. “Just this one time is needed. There'll be gossip, yes, but at least for a while, you'll stop getting marriage proposals.”
Seimei's fiancée had died in a fire, and thus he was allowed to mourn for her for a while, but for Ritsuka, at sixteen, not to go to many of the parties he was invited and not to care about the possible proposals, it made people pay too much attention on him.
... not that he likes this better, mind, but he knows Seimei is right. Seimei would never do something to hurt him, after all, and if he says this is needed...
“Alright,” he agrees, nodding, not quite smiling back, but he stands on his own, his back straight, and he walks first at the Seven Moons House.
Ritsuka has never given more thought to brothels, considering it frivolous talk, but he's sure this wasn't what he expected. There's lavish fabric over the door in wine reds and dark golds, oak furniture with more fabric draped over it, incense burning, plush cushions where attractive teenagers lounge naked. Ritsuka feels himself flushing, and he's startled out of his thoughts when a servant appears to take his cloak and hat from him.
“Master Aoyagi, we weren't expecting you,” the man who approaches them is tall and fair, with long silver hair and glasses that do nothing to hide smart, cold gray eyes. “And this is...?”
“My brother, Ritsuka,” Seimei says with a smile, his hand on his shoulder, sounding proud. “He's sixteen today. Ritsuka, this is the owner of the Seven Moons, Ritsu Minami.”
“Young master. You are a man already, aren't you?” Ritsu says, nodding with a smile that makes Ritsuka feel naked, and it takes far too much patience not just to glare, feeling defensive, and this is why he doesn't care much for a social life, but he'd rather die than harm Seimei's reputation. “Is this why you came today?”
Seimei nods. “I thought I'd treat him. He deserves something special for his first time.”
“Indeed,” Ritsu smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes. He does bow his head, though. “Please, feel free to choose.”
Ritsuka glances at Seimei, but all his brother does is nod at him, so Ritsuka nods as well and he steps aside.
The idea of Seimei at this place... even if he says it's needed, Ritsuka is not sure he can reconcile the idea of his gentle, calm brother in a brothel. But he nods, looking around, trying not to feel too naked, too unsure of himself. Poise, Seimei always tells him, is everything in this world.
But he really has no idea about who to choose, of the prostitutes that aren't busy with clients already. There is a pair of boys, possibly his age, who smirk at him in a way that no-one naked should be able to do, much less when they are there to be fucked; a young man possibly a few years older than him with black hair that reaches his shoulders, a man with an intricate tattoo on his back. Ritsuka doesn't know what he's supposed to be looking for, and he really doesn't care; anyone would do when he's there just for people to see him.
He's about to go back to Seimei and Ritsu and tell Seimei to choose for him, perhaps, just wanting this to be over and done so that he and Seimei can be gone from this forsaken place when he looks around and--
The prostitute is older than most of the other ones, but Ritsuka thinks it can't be by much, he's perhaps in his mid twenties, if. He's tall and thin, with soft brown hair that reaches his shoulder blades and attractive, yes, in a way that Ritsuka isn't sure how to describe. Ritsuka can't make his eyes from where he's standing, in part because of the dim lights this place favors, in part because -- he realizes -- that man is the only prostitute not looking at him, instead looking at--
“Have you chosen?” Seimei asks, startling Ritsuka when his hand lands on his shoulder. He follows Ritsuka's gaze, smiling. “Him?”
Ritsuka is about to nod -- the man is attractive, and since he's older than him he probably knows what he's doing; Ritsuka feels mollified enough about the man not really caring about him to do this -- but then he thinks better, considers the way the prostitute had been looking at Seimei... “Seimei, have you--”
“Had him?” the crudeness of that question makes Ritsuka flush. The words sound wrong coming from Seimei and Ritsuka has to look down. Seimei just chuckles. “No, I haven't. But he's Ritsu's best. Shall I request for him?”
Ritsuka glances at the man, and for the first time he looks at him, possibly because Seimei has moved to stand by his side. Ritsuka doesn't stop himself from glaring even as he nods, and he pays little attention as Seimei talks to Ritsu about the price, just looking at the man.
“Soubi,” Ritsu says once the man has come, standing in front of him, uncaring about his nudity, even of the scars around his neck that someone else must have made. “Show master Ritsuka to a room, please.”
“Of course,” Soubi says, nodding, his hair brushing from his shoulders. He glances once at Seimei before he smiles at Ritsuka in a way that doesn't improve his mood; he's smiling just to please Ritsu and possibly Seimei, making Ritsuka almost regret choosing him. “Shall we?”
But he already chose and he's never been good at backing down, so he sets his jaw and walks besides him, his anger making it easier to ignore the way people are looking at him, the way it seems this whore is laughing at him.
Still, he sighs when the door closes, his shoulders relaxing until the whore touches his arm, making him back against the door. The man cocks his head to a side, looking at him. The smile is still there, still not reaching his eyes, but Ritsuka supposes that's part of his job.
“Shall I help you take off your clothes, sir?” Soubi, asks in that unpleasant tone of voice that only makes Ritsuka want to glare. There are precious few things he hates more than being treated like a child.
“I can do it myself,” he tells the man, and to show it he takes off his waistcoat, leaving it on top of a chair. He's undoing his vest when he realizes that, with him doing this, it means that the whore is just looking at him, paying attention as he undresses and he flushes, fingers stumbling a bit before he manages to do so.
“Help me with my shirt,” he says, because that way at least he'll be close, and perhaps Ritsuka will stop feeling the way his heart is thumping like crazy in his chest.
“Of course,” Soubi smiles, getting close, and his fingers are fast and nimble. His eyes, Ritsuka discovers, are a darker blue than Seimei's. “Would you like me to kiss you?”
“What?”
“Kiss,” the man repeats, helping him off his shirt. “I am here to make you feel good, but I don't know what you may like.”
“No kissing,” Ritsuka says, barely managing not to flinch as Soubi touches his chest. He feels too tense, too exposed like this.
“Alright. What would you have me do?”
There is no way, Ritsuka thinks, that he'll tell Soubi that he doesn't know much of this, that the few references he has, besides animals coupling, comes from books, from hearing servants talking when they haven't realized he's there.
“Your mouth,” he says instead, eyes focused on the long, scarred line of Soubi's neck, since wondering who could have made that mark is easier than taking notice of everything else. Soubi takes his hand, bringing up to his mouth, kissing his knuckles.
“This way,” and then he's guiding him to the bed. Ritsuka lets him undo the buttons of his trousers, feeling his skin tightening when Soubi pulls his trousers down his hips and a calloused, warm hand closes around his soft cock, just teasing. “I'll be good to you.”
“Just get on with it,” Ritsuka murmurs, blushing, all too conscious of Soubi's warm breath against the skin of his cock, of the way his fingers move to curl around his balls, rolling them gently and carefully, so that Ritsuka can feel himself getting hard by degrees, and he can't stop himself from gasping when Soubi tongues at the head of his prick.
“You...” Ritsuka starts, but he doesn't know what he was going to say, or if it's even relevant. Do you like this? Do you think it's fun?, and he can't really pay attention as Soubi mouths at his length, at how it feels to have Soubi's hair brush the flesh from his inner thighs, at ho, when he moves to the base of his cock, Soubi tongues his balls and then he opens his mouth to suck gently on them, making Ritsuka gasp again.
Soubi's half lid eyes look at him as he lets go of his balls and he moves up, long fingers again holding his balls, and Ritsuka has to swallow twice before he manages to find his voice.
“Keep... keep going,” and then Soubi closes his eyes as he takes the tip of his cock in his mouth, sucking gently.
Ritsuka has to close his eyes again, not knowing what to do with his hands, feeling the way Soubi moves, taking his cock deeper until Ritsuka can feel it brush the back of his throat. He's startled again when Soubi's hand touches his, surprised when Soubi just guides his hand to the back of Soubi's neck, as if he wanted him to hold on there; when Soubi swallows Ritsuka has to do that, doing a soft sound of surprise and arousal, his fingers tight on the silk that is Soubi's hair.
Soubi moans as if he was hurting, and Ritsuka is about to let go of his hair before Soubi opens his eyes and there's heat there, not pain, which makes something stir inside Ritsuka, something that makes his mouth go dry. Soubi's eyes close again as he starts moving, and it's not long until Ritsuka feels his balls tightening, and he tries to move Soubi's hair from his face, to warn him somehow, but the only sound that comes from his lips is a broken moan as he spills himself inside Soubi's mouth.
When he can open his eyes without feeling he'll faint, Soubi is still kneeling on the floor. Ritsuka has no idea if he spit his come or if he swallowed it, and the knowledge of that makes his skin feel two sizes too tight. He tries to think of somehing to say, looks around trying to get inspiration of what one does after one's whore makes you come, and then he realizes--
“You... you liked that,” he says, feeling his skin prickling with something that is not discomfort exactly. It still makes his throat dry and he licks his lips.
Soubi smiles, and it's almost an honest smile. He keeps kneeling there, hands on his thighs despite the fact that he's hard.
“I did.”
Ritsuka wonders when he'll stop flushing. He slides to the floor, a little hesitant, and his hand ins trembling when he closes it around Soubi's cock, and he's close enough that the little intake of breath Soubi takes when he moves his hand doesn't go lost.
“You don't have to,” Soubi says, offers, and from this close his eyes are indigo blue, darker than Seimei's eyes.
“I want you to come,” Ritsuka says, glaring, even as he feels himself flushing, his hand still wrapped around Soubi's cock.
There is a moment, Soubi looking at him in what Ritsuka thinks is the first honest gaze he has given him. His eyes are wide and steel blue, and his expression is both guarded and terribly honest.
“... I can take care of that myself,” Soubi offers. “Ritsuka doesn't have to bother.”
“I'm not bothering myself!” Ritsuka says, wincing a little at how harsh he sounds, and then he adds. “... I want to.”
Soubi looks at him as if he was doing it for the first time before his eyes close for a moment, a sweet moan trapped in his throat. It's such a wanton sound that Ritsuka feels it all the way down his spine to his cock. Soubi is close enough, rocking his hips against his fist a little, a faint blush on his face. Ritsuka can feel his breathing against his. When Soubi opens his eyes it seems like a question, and Ritsuka doesn't stop to think much about this before he closes the distance between them, kissing him deeply, so that when Soubi comes over Ritsuka's hand, it's with a moan against his lips.
“Are you...” he starts asking, nervous, unsure that he wants to think too much about what just happened here.
Soubi smiles. “Thank you.”
There really isn't much to say after that. Ritsuka stands up slowly, going towards the corner where he can see a basin full of water, feeling his knees too weak for this, and he has no idea how he's going to be able to face Seimei. He's not sure how' he's going to be able to face Soubi, who is just a whore and he shouldn't have issues looking at him.
And yet.
“May I help you?” Soubi offers once Ritsuka has put on his trousers. He doubts for a moment but he nods, lifting his arms for Soubi to slide the shirt, and Soubi steps up close as he buttons up his shirt. He stays just as close as he helps Ritsuka with his vest, his waistcoat, and Ritsuka still feels his stomach heavy with that something. “I hope you enjoyed yourself, sir.”
“I...” how does one answer that? He looks toward his feet, thinking, but he doesn't carry jewelry on him. A sudden thought makes him take off off the silver cufflinks, pressing them against Soubi's palm. “Here.”
Soubi's fingers don't quite curl on them. “Ritsuka doesn't have to...”
“I know that!” He interrupts, feeling the way he's blushing again. He can't quite meet Soubi's eyes, so he glares at his chest. “I'll have something better next time.”
He feels, once again, Soubi's surprise: his fingers twitch a little, almost as if closing around the cufflinks, but not quite yet.
“... will Ritsuka come again?”
He wonders how he can be blushing again, and he doesn't want to say yes but he also doesn't want to say no.
“Maybe,” seems to be the best compromise, but when he looks at Soubi, he seems to be smiling, which makes him feel flustered all over again.
“I'll be waiting.”
Fandom: Loveless.
Warnings: Hooker!AU. Other than that, this is purely a PWP.
Characters/couples: Ritsuka/Soubi.
Summary: For Ritsuka, at sixteen, not to care about the possible proposals, it made people pay too much attention on him. Seimei would never hurt him, so if he says that going to a brothel is needed, so be it.
Rating: NC17
Notes: Written for
cliche_bingo: Hooker!AU. It also sort of decided to be a more-or-less Victorian AU. I. I don't know. I blame it on the fact that I love that era. That I just reread Gerard er Jacques doesn't help either, I suppose...
A Simple Acceptance.
He's not exactly sure why Seimei thought it'd be a good idea to bring him here, but Ritsuka wishes he hadn't. He burrows inside his cloak, not quite glaring but very much sulking, even when Seimei's hand kneads at the back of his neck, gentle.
“It's for your own good,” Seimei says. “You know people will talk less this way.”
“I don't care about people,” Ritsuka mutters, but he does lean, ever so slightly, against the warm comfort of his brother's side. “I don't understand why I have to do this, Seimei.”
“I know,” Seimei whispers back. If they were back at the manor, Ritsuka would be able to lay his head against Seimei's shoulders, perhaps listen as his brother reads something for them both. As it is, even just favoring his left side a little more is perhaps too much, and the moment when he takes off his cloak and hat, he'll have to actually acknowledge the other nobles that are at this... place.
Seimei leans a little, just enough so that Ritsuka can see a glimpse of his eyes, of his smile. He's trying to reassure him as if he was still a child, Ritsuka realizes. “Just this one time is needed. There'll be gossip, yes, but at least for a while, you'll stop getting marriage proposals.”
Seimei's fiancée had died in a fire, and thus he was allowed to mourn for her for a while, but for Ritsuka, at sixteen, not to go to many of the parties he was invited and not to care about the possible proposals, it made people pay too much attention on him.
... not that he likes this better, mind, but he knows Seimei is right. Seimei would never do something to hurt him, after all, and if he says this is needed...
“Alright,” he agrees, nodding, not quite smiling back, but he stands on his own, his back straight, and he walks first at the Seven Moons House.
Ritsuka has never given more thought to brothels, considering it frivolous talk, but he's sure this wasn't what he expected. There's lavish fabric over the door in wine reds and dark golds, oak furniture with more fabric draped over it, incense burning, plush cushions where attractive teenagers lounge naked. Ritsuka feels himself flushing, and he's startled out of his thoughts when a servant appears to take his cloak and hat from him.
“Master Aoyagi, we weren't expecting you,” the man who approaches them is tall and fair, with long silver hair and glasses that do nothing to hide smart, cold gray eyes. “And this is...?”
“My brother, Ritsuka,” Seimei says with a smile, his hand on his shoulder, sounding proud. “He's sixteen today. Ritsuka, this is the owner of the Seven Moons, Ritsu Minami.”
“Young master. You are a man already, aren't you?” Ritsu says, nodding with a smile that makes Ritsuka feel naked, and it takes far too much patience not just to glare, feeling defensive, and this is why he doesn't care much for a social life, but he'd rather die than harm Seimei's reputation. “Is this why you came today?”
Seimei nods. “I thought I'd treat him. He deserves something special for his first time.”
“Indeed,” Ritsu smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes. He does bow his head, though. “Please, feel free to choose.”
Ritsuka glances at Seimei, but all his brother does is nod at him, so Ritsuka nods as well and he steps aside.
The idea of Seimei at this place... even if he says it's needed, Ritsuka is not sure he can reconcile the idea of his gentle, calm brother in a brothel. But he nods, looking around, trying not to feel too naked, too unsure of himself. Poise, Seimei always tells him, is everything in this world.
But he really has no idea about who to choose, of the prostitutes that aren't busy with clients already. There is a pair of boys, possibly his age, who smirk at him in a way that no-one naked should be able to do, much less when they are there to be fucked; a young man possibly a few years older than him with black hair that reaches his shoulders, a man with an intricate tattoo on his back. Ritsuka doesn't know what he's supposed to be looking for, and he really doesn't care; anyone would do when he's there just for people to see him.
He's about to go back to Seimei and Ritsu and tell Seimei to choose for him, perhaps, just wanting this to be over and done so that he and Seimei can be gone from this forsaken place when he looks around and--
The prostitute is older than most of the other ones, but Ritsuka thinks it can't be by much, he's perhaps in his mid twenties, if. He's tall and thin, with soft brown hair that reaches his shoulder blades and attractive, yes, in a way that Ritsuka isn't sure how to describe. Ritsuka can't make his eyes from where he's standing, in part because of the dim lights this place favors, in part because -- he realizes -- that man is the only prostitute not looking at him, instead looking at--
“Have you chosen?” Seimei asks, startling Ritsuka when his hand lands on his shoulder. He follows Ritsuka's gaze, smiling. “Him?”
Ritsuka is about to nod -- the man is attractive, and since he's older than him he probably knows what he's doing; Ritsuka feels mollified enough about the man not really caring about him to do this -- but then he thinks better, considers the way the prostitute had been looking at Seimei... “Seimei, have you--”
“Had him?” the crudeness of that question makes Ritsuka flush. The words sound wrong coming from Seimei and Ritsuka has to look down. Seimei just chuckles. “No, I haven't. But he's Ritsu's best. Shall I request for him?”
Ritsuka glances at the man, and for the first time he looks at him, possibly because Seimei has moved to stand by his side. Ritsuka doesn't stop himself from glaring even as he nods, and he pays little attention as Seimei talks to Ritsu about the price, just looking at the man.
“Soubi,” Ritsu says once the man has come, standing in front of him, uncaring about his nudity, even of the scars around his neck that someone else must have made. “Show master Ritsuka to a room, please.”
“Of course,” Soubi says, nodding, his hair brushing from his shoulders. He glances once at Seimei before he smiles at Ritsuka in a way that doesn't improve his mood; he's smiling just to please Ritsu and possibly Seimei, making Ritsuka almost regret choosing him. “Shall we?”
But he already chose and he's never been good at backing down, so he sets his jaw and walks besides him, his anger making it easier to ignore the way people are looking at him, the way it seems this whore is laughing at him.
Still, he sighs when the door closes, his shoulders relaxing until the whore touches his arm, making him back against the door. The man cocks his head to a side, looking at him. The smile is still there, still not reaching his eyes, but Ritsuka supposes that's part of his job.
“Shall I help you take off your clothes, sir?” Soubi, asks in that unpleasant tone of voice that only makes Ritsuka want to glare. There are precious few things he hates more than being treated like a child.
“I can do it myself,” he tells the man, and to show it he takes off his waistcoat, leaving it on top of a chair. He's undoing his vest when he realizes that, with him doing this, it means that the whore is just looking at him, paying attention as he undresses and he flushes, fingers stumbling a bit before he manages to do so.
“Help me with my shirt,” he says, because that way at least he'll be close, and perhaps Ritsuka will stop feeling the way his heart is thumping like crazy in his chest.
“Of course,” Soubi smiles, getting close, and his fingers are fast and nimble. His eyes, Ritsuka discovers, are a darker blue than Seimei's. “Would you like me to kiss you?”
“What?”
“Kiss,” the man repeats, helping him off his shirt. “I am here to make you feel good, but I don't know what you may like.”
“No kissing,” Ritsuka says, barely managing not to flinch as Soubi touches his chest. He feels too tense, too exposed like this.
“Alright. What would you have me do?”
There is no way, Ritsuka thinks, that he'll tell Soubi that he doesn't know much of this, that the few references he has, besides animals coupling, comes from books, from hearing servants talking when they haven't realized he's there.
“Your mouth,” he says instead, eyes focused on the long, scarred line of Soubi's neck, since wondering who could have made that mark is easier than taking notice of everything else. Soubi takes his hand, bringing up to his mouth, kissing his knuckles.
“This way,” and then he's guiding him to the bed. Ritsuka lets him undo the buttons of his trousers, feeling his skin tightening when Soubi pulls his trousers down his hips and a calloused, warm hand closes around his soft cock, just teasing. “I'll be good to you.”
“Just get on with it,” Ritsuka murmurs, blushing, all too conscious of Soubi's warm breath against the skin of his cock, of the way his fingers move to curl around his balls, rolling them gently and carefully, so that Ritsuka can feel himself getting hard by degrees, and he can't stop himself from gasping when Soubi tongues at the head of his prick.
“You...” Ritsuka starts, but he doesn't know what he was going to say, or if it's even relevant. Do you like this? Do you think it's fun?, and he can't really pay attention as Soubi mouths at his length, at how it feels to have Soubi's hair brush the flesh from his inner thighs, at ho, when he moves to the base of his cock, Soubi tongues his balls and then he opens his mouth to suck gently on them, making Ritsuka gasp again.
Soubi's half lid eyes look at him as he lets go of his balls and he moves up, long fingers again holding his balls, and Ritsuka has to swallow twice before he manages to find his voice.
“Keep... keep going,” and then Soubi closes his eyes as he takes the tip of his cock in his mouth, sucking gently.
Ritsuka has to close his eyes again, not knowing what to do with his hands, feeling the way Soubi moves, taking his cock deeper until Ritsuka can feel it brush the back of his throat. He's startled again when Soubi's hand touches his, surprised when Soubi just guides his hand to the back of Soubi's neck, as if he wanted him to hold on there; when Soubi swallows Ritsuka has to do that, doing a soft sound of surprise and arousal, his fingers tight on the silk that is Soubi's hair.
Soubi moans as if he was hurting, and Ritsuka is about to let go of his hair before Soubi opens his eyes and there's heat there, not pain, which makes something stir inside Ritsuka, something that makes his mouth go dry. Soubi's eyes close again as he starts moving, and it's not long until Ritsuka feels his balls tightening, and he tries to move Soubi's hair from his face, to warn him somehow, but the only sound that comes from his lips is a broken moan as he spills himself inside Soubi's mouth.
When he can open his eyes without feeling he'll faint, Soubi is still kneeling on the floor. Ritsuka has no idea if he spit his come or if he swallowed it, and the knowledge of that makes his skin feel two sizes too tight. He tries to think of somehing to say, looks around trying to get inspiration of what one does after one's whore makes you come, and then he realizes--
“You... you liked that,” he says, feeling his skin prickling with something that is not discomfort exactly. It still makes his throat dry and he licks his lips.
Soubi smiles, and it's almost an honest smile. He keeps kneeling there, hands on his thighs despite the fact that he's hard.
“I did.”
Ritsuka wonders when he'll stop flushing. He slides to the floor, a little hesitant, and his hand ins trembling when he closes it around Soubi's cock, and he's close enough that the little intake of breath Soubi takes when he moves his hand doesn't go lost.
“You don't have to,” Soubi says, offers, and from this close his eyes are indigo blue, darker than Seimei's eyes.
“I want you to come,” Ritsuka says, glaring, even as he feels himself flushing, his hand still wrapped around Soubi's cock.
There is a moment, Soubi looking at him in what Ritsuka thinks is the first honest gaze he has given him. His eyes are wide and steel blue, and his expression is both guarded and terribly honest.
“... I can take care of that myself,” Soubi offers. “Ritsuka doesn't have to bother.”
“I'm not bothering myself!” Ritsuka says, wincing a little at how harsh he sounds, and then he adds. “... I want to.”
Soubi looks at him as if he was doing it for the first time before his eyes close for a moment, a sweet moan trapped in his throat. It's such a wanton sound that Ritsuka feels it all the way down his spine to his cock. Soubi is close enough, rocking his hips against his fist a little, a faint blush on his face. Ritsuka can feel his breathing against his. When Soubi opens his eyes it seems like a question, and Ritsuka doesn't stop to think much about this before he closes the distance between them, kissing him deeply, so that when Soubi comes over Ritsuka's hand, it's with a moan against his lips.
“Are you...” he starts asking, nervous, unsure that he wants to think too much about what just happened here.
Soubi smiles. “Thank you.”
There really isn't much to say after that. Ritsuka stands up slowly, going towards the corner where he can see a basin full of water, feeling his knees too weak for this, and he has no idea how he's going to be able to face Seimei. He's not sure how' he's going to be able to face Soubi, who is just a whore and he shouldn't have issues looking at him.
And yet.
“May I help you?” Soubi offers once Ritsuka has put on his trousers. He doubts for a moment but he nods, lifting his arms for Soubi to slide the shirt, and Soubi steps up close as he buttons up his shirt. He stays just as close as he helps Ritsuka with his vest, his waistcoat, and Ritsuka still feels his stomach heavy with that something. “I hope you enjoyed yourself, sir.”
“I...” how does one answer that? He looks toward his feet, thinking, but he doesn't carry jewelry on him. A sudden thought makes him take off off the silver cufflinks, pressing them against Soubi's palm. “Here.”
Soubi's fingers don't quite curl on them. “Ritsuka doesn't have to...”
“I know that!” He interrupts, feeling the way he's blushing again. He can't quite meet Soubi's eyes, so he glares at his chest. “I'll have something better next time.”
He feels, once again, Soubi's surprise: his fingers twitch a little, almost as if closing around the cufflinks, but not quite yet.
“... will Ritsuka come again?”
He wonders how he can be blushing again, and he doesn't want to say yes but he also doesn't want to say no.
“Maybe,” seems to be the best compromise, but when he looks at Soubi, he seems to be smiling, which makes him feel flustered all over again.
“I'll be waiting.”
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