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Kazuya was fuzzy on the specifics at the moment but he was certain this had started as an argument—a one-sided argument, as their arguments tended to be, with Sawamura hissing and spitting and snatching him up by the front of his kimono. The kid was gaining strength in his arms, evident in the way he'd lifted Kazuya up on his toes and given him a shake. That should have made Kazuya cross, or at the very least perturbed, but Sawamura's eyes had been flinty and throwing off pretty sparks that caught fire in the hungry dark of Kazuya's stomach, so he'd opened his mouth and—he couldn't remember exactly what he'd said, only that the result had been a flummoxed look, his heels dropping to the floor again, and then fingers tightening in his clothes and reeling him in.

The laugh struggling up his throat now was met with the heat of Sawamura's mouth. Forceful, angry, clumsy. Familiar. He probably didn't kiss anyone else like this. He'd better not kiss anyone else like this, because as far as kisses went it was terrible. All these months and they'd still neglected to teach him how to properly use his mouth. That would have to be fixed. And maybe it was Kazuya's fault to begin with, because a lot of the time he liked seeing Sawamura's out of control mouth get him into trouble.

Kazuya grinned and let Sawamura feel his teeth. He might as well have put up a sign that said danger ahead, proceed at own risk. "I hope you're not trying to impress me."

Sawamura growled, pulling away with caution banking the fire in his eyes, but he didn't let go either. He didn't back down easily. Most of the time he didn't back down at all. "I'm trying to shut you up."

"There's a better way to go about it, you know."

"Then teach me." Sawamura's grip turned white-knuckled, desperation grinding an edge to his voice. "Just do something already! You're always—with the touching and the jokes and—I'm tired of being messed with, you bastard, do you want me or not?!"

There was no helping it; Kazuya laughed aloud, too incredulous to do anything else. His shoulders shook, and tears stung at the corners of his eyes. Of all the unbelievable… Sawamura pushed at him, wordless, stricken, and Kazuya caught his wrists before he could thunder off with such a mistaken thought lodged in his stubborn head. He glared fierce and furious and for a moment Kazuya's own warning flashed through his mind: danger. Be cautious or be reckless. Well, he'd always been one that enjoyed crossing borders.

"You could have asked," he said, slightly strangled as he caught his breath. Sawamura tugged at his hold which should have been his cue to back off, but just this once Kazuya ignored the reflex, put aside the urge to slink away after having his fun. He wasn't done just yet.

Sawamura's eyes darted from Kazuya's hands to his face, brimming with suspicion. "I didn't know what to ask at first."

Dryly, Kazuya replied, "If you don't know, you shouldn't be asking at all."

"I know now."

"Then tell me what you want." He leaned in, purring next to Sawamura's ear, "It would be my pleasure to teach you."

The shiver racing along Sawamura's skin was minutely perceptible from close range. His breath hitched, pulse jumping in the circle of Kazuya's fingers, and he swallowed before saying, "Show me how to kiss you stupid." He also added, like an idiot who didn't have any clue what he was doing, "Please, senpai."

Heat blazed to life in Kazuya, and maybe this was what Sawamura felt whenever he went for that impulsive mashing of mouths because Kazuya very nearly did the same thing. If his wanting Sawamura had ever been in question (and it hadn't, not at all, not ever), there was certainly no denying it now. "As you wish," he murmured, gentling his grip to slide his hands up along tense arms, tight shoulders, a stiff neck, and finally cupping the rounded sides of Sawamura's face. "Pay attention," he said, and settled his lips over Sawamura's with purpose.

Sawamura, of course, met him with far more passion than skill. Like he had something to prove and no idea how to do it. The clumsy inexperience was endearing the first time (and okay, maybe to Kazuya it was somewhat endearing all the time), but it wasn't going to impress anyone.

"You're really not good at this," Kazuya said, their faces so close he discovered what it actually meant to get lost in someone's eyes. He could read every flash and flinch happening behind them, there were so many different thoughts and emotions whirling around in Sawamura's head. This was why he was so much fun to watch. "You're not going to kiss a client like you're fighting with them—unless they want you to—so pretend I'm someone else if that helps."

"Why the hell would I want to pretend that?"

"Oh? Can I take that as a compliment?"

"Compli—no!" Sawamura went red. "Your ego doesn't need a boost!"

"Yes, yes. In any case, you'll do a lot of pretending in this line of work. Remember your main priority is to please whoever you're with. You'll learn to tell at a glance what they're generally after."

"Which is totally impossible with you," Sawamura grumbled and pouted.

Kazuya already had both hands on his face so he went ahead and pinched his cheeks with a smirk. "Shows how much you know. I'm easy."

Sawamura batted at him, flushing now for more than one reason. "Not with me you aren't."

I could be. But this wasn't about him. "You don't have to read my mind, you just have to be appealing."

"And how am I supposed to do that?"

Kazuya brushed his fingers under Sawamura's chin, tilting his face up. His mouth was drawn tight and stubborn, but quivered a tiny bit under a pass of Kazuya's thumb. "Do you want me?"

The deepening of his flush and the darkening of his eyes was all the answer that was needed, but Sawamura blustered a great deal before finally biting out, "I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't!"

"Even if you didn't, with a client you need to show that you do." A tall order for someone as hopelessly honest as Sawamura, but that was an advanced lesson to be taught later. He probably wasn't even capable of reading people the way Kazuya did, so he needed a less complicated approach. Something natural. Kazuya's attention returned to Sawamura's mouth, so loud most of the time, so earnest and open. He placed the tip of his index finger against those lips, sliding along the seam from one corner to the other. The bloom of a very good idea unfurled in Kazuya's mind and his eyes went half-lidded, smile curling on his face. "Show me that you want me. Pretend if you have to, but it's fine to just go with whatever feels good. You remember how to do that, don't you?"

"You mean like dancing?" Sawamura's lip moved under the pad of Kazuya's finger. "But how's that—"

He pressed down, denting the flesh of Sawamura's mouth. "Don't think unnecessary thoughts. If you want to learn how to kiss someone until they forget their name, start here. Feel it here. You'll figure the rest out real quick after that."

Sawamura's bottom lip was slightly chapped from the cold weather, and a sure sign he wasn't applying any balm like he was supposed to. He tended to forgo lotion for his hands and scented oils and soaps as well. Someone was going to take him to task for that sooner or later, but it wasn't going to be Kazuya. Not now at least. He dragged Sawamura's lip down, rolling a fingertip over the shiny pink underside and swiping along damp flesh. Traced the outside again, his upper lip soft and smooth. Sawamura's gaze never left Kazuya's face, wary at first, and then waiting, anticipating. When Kazuya's finger pushed inside it was caught in the close of impertinent teeth, and Sawamura's eyes gleamed at him.

"Little brat," Kazuya said, heard the fondness in his own voice and couldn't take it back, so he pushed in a bit more and found the velvet softness of Sawamura's tongue. It fluttered and flexed under his touch, pressing curiously and then drawing away as if spooked. Kazuya reached inside, stroking, murmuring, "It's okay, have a taste. Feel me here. Show me what you've got."

"You're weird," Sawamura mumbled around the finger in his mouth, teeth grazing, pushing with his tongue, soft and warm and wet. Then, without needing prompting, he sealed his lips and sucked, and Kazuya licked his own lips, watching, unable to look away even if he wanted to.

"That's it," he said as Sawamura's tongue curled around him, pulling him in. The kid's enthusiasm was starting to show again, but not in a bad way. This wasn't blind, blundering force, but eagerness and responsiveness in pure, genuine form. Sawamura wasn't deceitful enough to fake the drift of his eyelids as he gave in to sensation, soft and unfocused as Kazuya withdrew until just the tip of his finger rested wetly on parted lips, hot breath fanning over slick skin. "Good," he said, breathing the word out, a desirous ache pooling in his blood and flowing throughout his body. That was the only possible reason why he would slide two fingers into Sawamura's ready mouth and thrust them back and forth slowly.

The noise Sawamura made was muffled, but it sparked lightning down every knob of Kazuya's spine. This was fast becoming less about teaching him the ways of a courtesan and more about something else, something hot and wanting that embedded itself deep into Kazuya's bones. If he saw it through to the end would it go away? Try Sawamura once to get him out of Kazuya's system? Or would it be more like an addiction, once turned into twice turned into habit. Kazuya was no stranger to that kind of cycle.

Sawamura was hardly giving him a choice, tongue cleaving between his fingers and licking each one separately, nibbling at the tips. He got messy about it, a streak of saliva shining on his cheek. Not trying to prove anything anymore, just chasing the pleasure, and he may not be clever or calculating but he was more than appealing enough like this, gaze clouded and mouth pliant.

There were warnings signs everywhere but Kazuya brazenly ignored them. He was crossing over into true no man's land now, thrilling at the unexplored territory and the way Sawamura met him. When he shoved his fingers in past the second knuckles Sawamura's lips closed tight around them, and when Kazuya twisted, prying them apart, Sawamura opened to show the lewd inside of his mouth.

"Not bad," Kazuya said, fast and breathless. His fingers came away wet and sticky, gathering under Sawamura's chin to tip his face up. Kazuya's other hand swept his glasses to perch them on top of his head, out of the way, and everything except the close-up of Sawamura's face went blurry and inconsequential. "Now let's try this again. Give me a kiss."

Sawamura didn't need to be told twice. He surged forward, pushing up against Kazuya in a warm-bodied wave that made his back hit the wall, Sawamura's beautifully receptive mouth molding to his. Supple and seeking, he licked across Kazuya's closed lips, and then delved between them when Kazuya let him in.

Better. Kazuya let his hands fall to Sawamura's waist, fingers sliding towards the dip of his back and guiding the arch of his body. He kissed with the same keen response, tidal in the way he pushed and pulled in concert with Kazuya's every movement, attuned to him, feeling him. Wanting him with every stroke of his tongue and hot gust of breath. Sawamura kissed like Kazuya was the center of his world, and Kazuya's ego may not have needed it but the hunger in him seized hold, greedy and grasping. "Much, much better," he said, and within his hold Sawamura shuddered. His hips angled into Kazuya's, heat trapped between them.

The color of Sawamura's eyes heightened fever-bright, lips shiny and slick as they shaped a challenging grin. "Forgotten your own name yet?"

"Where does that confidence come from?" Kazuya wondered aloud. He had half a mind to strip Sawamura down to nothing but that unflagging confidence and see what it took to shake it apart. That would be a sight worth seeing. Lowering his head Kazuya offered his mouth to Sawamura again, hovering above his. "Not yet, but you're welcome to keep trying."

Another kiss was fervently claimed, short-lived and noisy as Sawamura released him with an abrupt, wet smack. "Can I try something else?"

Delight shot straight through Kazuya, pinning him where he stood. "What is it?"

"I want to…" His mouth faltered, working silently, frustration and what looked like flushed embarrassment building on his features. Finally he took a deep breath, and in a perfectly clarifying motion sank down to his knees on the tatami. "Is this all right?"

Kazuya's heart had leapt to jam somewhere in the vicinity of his throat, beating there violently. He swallowed, twice, before saying, "I should have known you were the type to skip ahead to the advanced lessons."

"I'm not that new anymore! I already—" He clammed up, though the effort turned his face a dark red.

Sawamura's distress was doing wonders for Kazuya's bid to regain control, and a grin surfaced. He pulled his glasses back down to rest on the bridge of his nose, the better to read the details of Sawamura's expression. "Oh, no. You started it, now you have to tell me what happened."

"I might have… accidentally… walked in on Yuuki-san and Jun-senpai…"

Kazuya whistled. "Those two, huh? I'm almost jealous." They weren't open for playing with others often, but Jun had a certain sense of responsibility towards apprentices and he could be very… forward about it. Kazuya could imagine how that had gone, and the thought made his grin widen. "So that's what gave you the idea."

A scowl had furrowed into Sawamura's brow, and he kneeled with his hands clenched into fists in his lap. "Can I try it or not?!"

He was asking—nearly demanding, actually—and Kazuya was very invested in being a helpful senpai. It was a matter of responsibility. That was what he'd say when Chris gave him that indefinable look later. For now Kazuya reached around to untie his obi. Sawamura sat straighter as he watched, expression smoothing into one of rapt attention, and Kazuya was used to receiving stares like that but coming from Sawamura's open-book face the desire reaching for him felt different on his skin, making it prickle under the rustle of fabric. The layers of his kimono fell loose around him, obi unraveling to drop to the floor, and Kazuya leaned back against the wall, widening his legs invitingly.

"Okay," he said, breathing slow and speaking in a quiet husk. "I did say I'd teach you, so if that's what you want, come here."

The little swipe of Sawamura's tongue across his lips had to have been unconscious. Had to have been. He inched forward, eyes darting up to Kazuya's face, then back down, and then he was parting the fabric around Kazuya's legs and a warm hand was settling lightly over the bulge in his fundoshi. Sawamura's fingers shaped around him through the cotton, squeezing experimentally, and Kazuya nudged his hips forward in encouragement.

He actually asked whether or not I wanted him. He almost laughed, but such a move was bound to be poorly received and at this juncture Kazuya was very keen on seeing the lesson through to the end, wherever that may land him. Addiction didn't sound so bad. I want his mouth on me. I want to feel him. I want to watch him.

Kazuya watched now, taking in the sight of Sawamura on his knees with color stained over the rise of his cheeks, his lips kissed to fullness. The drag of his hand over Kazuya's erection wasn't sure, but it wasn't shy either. He had some idea of what he was doing. Kazuya couldn't help slivering out a comment, "Do you need a set of written instructions or…?"

"I'm fine!"

The pressure increased—enough to send a delicious jolt through him that was seasoned with his amusement, his favorite kind of flavor. Kazuya tipped his head back to rest against the wall, anticipation adding to his craving. He kept his hands by his sides though, curling them loosely, not needing them to guide Sawamura when other methods were much more fun. "Then maybe oral instructions?"

"Oh my god, shut up."

"Thought you were gonna make me."

The noises Sawamura made failed to form actual words, but they were snarled with the vehemence of a curse. Kazuya did laugh then, and he'd timed it right, maneuvered Sawamura into just the right position to take it as a challenge. Fingers tugged at the ties of his fundoshi, yanking the cloth away, and then they were on the sensitive, heated flesh of his cock, winding around, thumb sliding along the underside. Kazuya's laughter went airy, misting into a sigh.

You see? he thought, gripping the folds of his kimono and holding the fabric out of the way. See how hard I am for you? I want anything you're willing to give me. Whether that was the stroke of Sawamura's hand, the damp heat of his breath, or—yes, please, yes—the touch of lips and soft, soft press of tongue sampling Kazuya's skin.

A kiss here, a lick there, coming from anyone else Kazuya would call it teasing, but there was nothing especially coy in the meandering of Sawamura's mouth. His lashes swept low over his eyes as he felt Kazuya out from root to tip. Random at first, and then purposeful as Kazuya urged him, "There, do that again. Yes. Move your hand—more—like that."

Sawamura lapped across his slit, tasting him. Pursed his lips and dragged them over the crown, opening, and taking the head of Kazuya's cock inside his mouth. His eyes traveled up, and Kazuya made a soft sound in the back of his throat when their gazes met. Sawamura was dark-eyed and wanting, pretty lips spread around him, tongue stroking the spot just under the ridge.

Kazuya's hand moved to brush his knuckles down the curve of a cheek and he thumbed the moist corner of Sawamura's mouth. "You're nice and quiet like this," he said, and chuckled when Sawamura made a noise just to be contrary. Kazuya skimmed his fingers through soft brown hair, petting him, and let Sawamura work down his length at his own pace. "Good," Kazuya praised as his cock was slowly sheathed in wet heat. "Breathe, that's it, good boy."

Sawamura moaned, mouth full, and the vibrations all around Kazuya's dick made his fingers tighten momentarily in Sawamura's hair. He forced his grip to relax and didn't let his hips jerk forward like they wanted to, seeking more of that lovely feeling. Focused instead on Sawamura, his reaction, and Kazuya's teeth caught in a smirk. "Liked that, did you?" His eyes tracked the faint, squirming motions of the boy kneeling before him. There was the hand resting around the base of Kazuya's cock, and the other sank lower, out of sight.

The angle of Kazuya's smirk narrowed and his arousal spiked sharp and sweet. "Keep your hands on me, Sawamura, and I'll say anything you want."

Another moan, thinner and needier. Sawamura's hand clamped obediently onto Kazuya's hip. He pulled back, panted for breath, and then sucked him down again in a perfect wet slide.

Kazuya's lungs emptied in one aching swoop. He almost couldn't make good on his promise, both hands cradling Sawamura's head now. "Yes, keep going," he gasped. "You're doing so well. You love this, don't you? You're getting off on it, on me, on my cock filling your mouth and my voice telling you how good it feels."

And it felt so good, the wide, warm stretch of Sawamura's lips around him, the flutter of his tongue as he sought nothing but pleasure. No other intent lurked in the shadows of his movements. No calculations or distractions, no measuring of response aside from what he unconsciously felt and action on. He wasn't practiced, but he'd get there, and with this kind of naked desire at his disposal he didn't need to be cunning.

Kazuya slumped against the wall, a wobbly laugh making its way up his throat. "Who'd have thought that loudmouthed, mannerless brat getting fired on his first day of work could be this erotic?"

Sawamura pulled off him, lips wet and trailing a thread of saliva that stuck to his chin. "You were the one who invited me here." With the amount of yelling he did he got hoarse often, but the husky quality of his voice this time put an edge on Kazuya's lust that made him want to drag Sawamura's mouth back to where it should be.

"I had some hopes for you," he admitted, fingertips rubbing small circles into Sawamura's scalp, getting him to close his eyes in contented bliss. It was a beautiful expression on him, and there was more than one way to put it on his face. "Now finish what you started. I'm half tempted to just fuck your shameless mouth."

Sawamura's eyes flew open wide, all brilliant and heart-stopping. "Don't say things like that unless you mean it. I keep telling you."

This kid was going to kill him one day. "If you want me to mean it, I can oblige you."

"Why are you always so—fine. Yes. Do it, fuck my mouth." He resettled himself, holding onto Kazuya's hips. "Please, senpai."

Okay, that time was on purpose. "I'm creating a monster," Kazuya groaned, cock twitching. "This is what happens what I praise you, you get all conceited."

"I'll earn it."

He wound his fingers in Sawamura's hair, not too tight, but firm enough to tip his head back and display waiting, parted lips. "Then show me."

Sawamura's mouth was lax and pliable, already so well-used, and still so eager for the full thickness of Kazuya's cock as he guided himself inside, resting heavy on a tongue that kneaded against him. Plush lips clung wet and tight as he drew partway out, then rolled to cushion over teeth with the push back in. Not too much, not yet, let Sawamura get used to this first. Let him open up more on his own.

He liked it, gaze going lost and hazy, fingers clutching fistfuls of Kazuya's clothes, holding on as Kazuya rocked into him. He was hard from this, he'd been touching himself before. Kazuya couldn't see his lap from here but he braced his back against the wall and slid a foot forward, over a knee and up a thigh, until the ball of his foot rubbed down on the hard lump between Sawamura's legs.

Sawamura whimpered, spreading, and Kazuya rolled pressure over his cock. Gave him just a taste of relief before pulling away, and flashed a grin when Sawamura's eyes focused on him accusingly.

Kazuya's laugh got away from him, wild and incendiary. "What was that about earning it?"

A series of muffled noises engulfed his dick in Sawamura's mouth, and Kazuya would bet anything that the would-be words included a familiar epithet—at this point "tanuki bastard" was almost an endearment. He carded his fingers through Sawamura's hair, stroked the sides of his face, promised him with each shallow thrust into melting heat, "Don't worry, you'll get to come. You're being so good. Look at you, all wanton and desperate for more. I'll give you more if you want it."

The stifled vocalizations changed to a high, pleading note, and Sawamura's mouth was warm and accommodating for Kazuya's cock as he fucked into him slow and deep. A few choking noises were wrung out from his throat, but after a pause and a murmured, "Too much?" Sawamura just caught his breath and went down on him again.

I knew it, Kazuya thought, sinking further and further into his own pleasure. I knew he'd be good at this. That troublesome mouth of his can turn so sweet. He's gonna be a menace, this kid. People won't know what hit them.

Kazuya could tell what was going to hit him soon enough. He smoothed Sawamura's hair away from his face for a breathtaking view of his eyes and the pull of his glistening wet lips. In and out at a steady rhythm. "Tell me now," Kazuya said, blood rushing, "if you don't want me to come in your mouth."

Sawamura clung to him harder, evident enough by itself, but then he made such a beautiful, throaty sound, that Kazuya's hips jerked forward roughly before he could stop. He slammed in and came undone, all his careful assembly falling to pieces. Spilled in Sawamura's welcoming mouth. Felt the motions of him swallowing, the hot heave of his breath, and everything in Kazuya stuttered until he was spent.

In the aftermath the flutter of his heartbeat kept trying to free itself from his chest. Kazuya gathered himself into a semblance of order and forced his grip on Sawamura to loosen, pulling away from him sticky and softening. His fingers trailed down the curve of a cheek and along the angle of a slightly hanging jaw. Sawamura panted harshly, gaze flickering up, and when he met Kazuya's eyes a shaky, messy grin plastered itself to his features.

"Speechless yet?"

Maybe if Kazuya was a nicer person he'd let him have the victory. But this was Sawamura, he wouldn't be satisfied with that. So Kazuya smirked, thrilling deep inside when the light in Sawamura's expression only brightened as he told him, "You've set a really high goal for yourself. By all means, though, keep trying."

"You smug bastard! Was it at least any good?"

Kazuya snorted. "Were you not paying any attention at all? Or maybe you're just greedy for more attention. But…" He sank into a crouch before the boy on the floor and eyed the impressive tent in his lap. "I suppose we're not done yet."

Sawamura flushed, leaning back on his hands. "What're you gonna do about it?"

"Me? Not a thing." He snickered at the poleaxed look that smacked across Sawamura's face. "But I'll watch." Lowering his voice into a persuasive purr he added, "We could pick up where we left off that other time when I walked in on you."

"You walked out that time." But even as he complained one of Sawamura's hands crept under the fold of his kimono.

"Well, you looked a little horrified."

"You could have knocked first, asshole."

"You'd have just screamed at me to go away. Tell me I'm wrong."

"Nngh." Sawamura's hand moved between his legs. "If you go anywhere now I'll kill you."

"Duly noted." He placed his hands on Sawamura's knees and urged them apart, sliding up the smooth muscle of his thighs but stopping short of the apex. Kazuya ignored Sawamura's frustrated whine and tugged his clothes loose instead, not all the way off, just enough to bare the splay of his folded legs, his curled hand fisting up and down his leaking cock. The lascivious sight made Kazuya's stomach clench. "Looks like you're already pretty close. I wonder if you could come without being touched at all."

"Don't you dare," Sawamura snarled.

"Relax, it's just a thought for the future. I wouldn't dream of holding you back now." He crawled forward, catching the back of Sawamura's head and holding him still for a kiss, licking his own taste from the furl of a tongue. Sawamura's mouth chased his as he pulled away, so soft and enticing he almost let himself be caught. But if he was caught, he couldn't watch.

Sawamura took the decision out of Kazuya's hands by falling back—all the way back, legs still folded under him, back arching until his shoulders touched the floor. Even stretched out like that he was limber enough to flex his hips into his hand.

"Show off," Kazuya said, moving beyond impressed and into territory that could be called reverential.

Little tremors shook along Sawamura's body with the effort and his arousal. He tipped his head back, baring the line of his throat. "Good enough view for you?"

He really was getting full of himself now. "It'll do," Kazuya said, running a hand along a strained leg and skirting the ridge of a hip. Up over a flat belly and skimming under the panels of askew clothing. Sawamura's skin was smooth under his touch, pliant muscle clinging to his frame, and he shivered ever so pleasantly when a fingertip flicked over the hard point of his nipple.

"Kazuya," Sawamura gasped, writhing in place. "Senpai—"

Oh, hell. Kazuya could play him like an instrument some other time. He could memorize every dip and curve of his body some other time. For now he shoved his hand low to overlap with Sawamura's, squeezing around him, thumbing over the fleshy tip. "C'mon," he said. "Come for me. Show me. You're exquisite like this, I want to see you come all over yourself."

"You're… weird…"

Laughter bubbled up. "Kid, you are in the wrong business if this is too weird for you."

"Didn't—didn't say it—ah." He arched up, expression going slack and a little bit silly with pleasure, swollen lips faltering open and eyelids drooping shut. His bowed form trembled and Sawamura came in milky spurts streaking his belly. Some of it spattered on his clothes. His hand under Kazuya's slowed until he was done, and then his whole body collapsed, unstrung, hand slipping down his hip to land messy on the floor.

"Very nice," Kazuya said, licking Sawamura's taste from his fingers, taking in the debauched picture he made from under a hooded gaze. "I'll give you full marks for performance and effort."

The nonsense noises Sawamura made couldn't really be called words until he shifted, winced, and intoned, "Ow." Kazuya helped him straighten out his legs and knead feeling back into them.

"That's what you get for showing off."

"Shut up, you liked it." The mood reflected in his eyes was still too soft and malleable to harden into a proper glare, but he did wrinkle his brow a tiny bit. More cute than anything.

Kazuya leaned down to kiss him light and brief on the mouth—or that had been his intention anyway. He didn't expect the hand on the back of his neck, the commitment of Sawamura's lips opening tired and languorous under his. Kazuya couldn't help but linger, dipping his tongue inside, feeling him out thoroughly and making sure the ache in his jaw would last.

He finally dragged himself away, the air cooling on his slick mouth and on his nape where Sawamura's warm fingers had been, and took a moment to enjoy the blissed-out daze on his face. Satisfaction curled in Kazuya's gut for being the one to put that expression there. "Come on," he said, smiling a little, sitting back and pulling his clothes into order. "Let's go clean up."

"I don't wanna move."

Kazuya picked his obi up off the floor and tied it lazily. He had no one he needed to impress until nightfall. "All right," he said when he was presentable enough for daytime hours, and nudged Sawamura with his toes as he passed by to the door. "Then I'll be sure to let Chris-senpai know why you're late for your afternoon lessons."

He broke into a grin as he shut the door behind him, listening to the flurried scramble within, and didn't get far before Sawamura came chasing after him.