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It was the first time Ainosuke had ever visited Italy.
Upon their arrival, the politician and his dutiful puppy had a couple of free days to properly settle in and visit the capital's major attractions. Leaving their luggage at the hotel reception, they wasted no time and got to sightseeing as soon as they could.
Their reconciliation had been gradual but sincere, and the harsh feelings they harbored against each other were slowly beginning to fade into a calm happiness, warm satisfaction of feeling together again.
In a sense, this trip was like a honeymoon for their newfound affection.
They strolled around the city until sundown, marveling in the beautiful sights of the Eternal City and enjoying the pleasant sound of tourists chatting in whispered languages accompanied by the lulling melodies of street instruments.
Their fingers had intertwined at some point, neither of them knowing when and why. They did not utter a word about it, but they also didn’t let go of each other, not even as they noticed people starting to look their way. Nobody knew them anyway. This was more important.
Breathing a different country’s air was as physically refreshing as it was psychologically.
Taking in the absolute beauty of the city, adjusting their tastebuds to a new kind of food, coming across the lives of thousands of people each and every day; it was a well-deserved distraction.
The last few months had been quite chaotic; Langa, the tournament, and everything that happened with representative Takano. Tadashi and Ainosuke’s relationship, already deteriorated as it had been since their late teenage years, had only grown worse. It was a matter of hate, love, and misunderstandings. And yet, though they’d tried as hard as possible, they could not deny their feelings for each other. The result was an unhealthy and unbalanced dynamic. Both of them felt some sense of guilt, but also an undeniable attraction that pulled them together in the most twisted of ways. With their bodies and souls thrown together in a mess of frustration and obsession, they were constantly left yearning and hurting.
They’d forgotten what had brought them closer in childhood and only dug out their lost feelings with the help, ironically, of that blue-haired teenage boy. At first, Tadashi hated him for what he’d turned his master into, but ultimately, he realized he had to thank him for allowing Ainosuke and Tadashi to have one more chance.
The secretary’s mind was blurred with such melancholy thoughts, but he shook them off as he raised his eyes and peeked at Ainosuke’s slicked-back hair. He was so composed and proper in public. But he remembers him being ruthless, and rough, and selfish in private.
He remembers banging his head against a different headboard every night, always ready to fulfill his master’s most perverted desires at his every whim.
Ainosuke was a very passionate man. Constantly repressing his emotions to save face during his public life, he’d grown to be extremely intense about everything once he was behind closed doors.
And when it came to love, he was simply insatiable. Tadashi knew it well, seeing as he’d been on the receiving end of his master’s pent-up emotions. He would never admit it, but as much as it hurt him, he couldn’t help the unconditional attraction toward him.
He came to be so used to Ainosuke’s sensitive libido and eccentric behavior that he wasn’t even surprised about being dragged into whatever corner of the mansion just because his master’s depraved body was hungry at a random time of the day. He’d just obediently do what was asked of him, which generally consisted in pounding his master’s taller body to the nearest wall until both of them were left a shaky, sweaty mess.
But things had changed now.
Ainosuke didn’t order him around anymore. He didn’t try to bite or mark him. He didn’t degrade him physically nor verbally, as he used to. He didn’t touch him in public or tease him relentlessly. As a matter of fact… he didn’t even try to initiate intimacy. It was strange, how such a sexual relationship could suddenly turn so puritanical.
Between the tournament and the business trip, three months had passed. And in these three months, Ainosuke hadn’t laid a finger on him.
Tadashi was especially shocked when Ainosuke just showered and went to bed on the first night in Rome. To think that just a few months before he would’ve been balls deep inside him by that time… Ainosuke booking a double room for them, alone in a foreign country, and not taking the chance to be fucked into the satin sheets? Now that was unusual. It’s like he’d turned into a completely different man.
His secretary on the other hand… was feeling on edge. He hoped it was just jetlag messing with him, because Ainosuke not desiring him was just eerie in his mind. He couldn't resist having sex with him even when their relationship was at its lowest, so how come he hadn't touched him in such a long time?
He tried to shrug it off as he'd done in the last few months. But these thoughts inexorably insinuated themselves in his mind. What if he was just a fuck buddy to Ainosuke before, as good as anyone else? What if he'd only used him to relieve his sexual needs? Maybe now that they were forming a genuine relationship, none of it was on the table anymore. Ainosuke… wanted them to be just friends? After all those nights spent breathing each other’s breath?
They were in a double bed, for God's sake, and they were supposed to sleep like nothing was strange?
Tadashi curled up miserably under the sheets, looking at his master’s closed eyelids. He’s too far. The silence made him feel sick. The lack of body warmth made him feel sick. Not being able to see Ainosuke’s gorgeous eyes made him feel sick.
There was no stopping his overthinking now.
Or so he thought.
His half-lidded eyes snapped open as he suddenly heard a noise. He instinctively sat up to look for the source, only then remembering that they were not in the sleeping quarters of the Shindo mansion. Anyone from any other room in the hotel could’ve bumped into furniture, or opened a creaky door, or even broken something.
With a sigh of self-reprimand, he got back down on the mattress.
But then he heard it again.
Undoubtedly, it was a voice. A strangled, high-pitched one, getting louder and coming in gasps and little whimpers.
Fantastic , he thought, not only is Ainosuke-sama avoiding intimacy with me, I also have to listen in to other people having sex.
As miserable as he felt, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony of his situation. He didn’t have it in him to get angry, but he couldn’t really bear it at that moment. So he did something that was kind of unexpected coming from someone like quiet, unassuming Kikuchi Tadashi.
He raised his arm and hit the wall, hoping the people on the other side would get the memo.
It didn’t really work. It was counterproductive if anything.
The voices only got louder, the lovers seemingly spurred on by the idea of being listened to - Tadashi mentally shook his head at that.
But what’s more, as he banged his fist on the wall and a person moaned from the other side, red irides bloomed in the dark, settling on Tadashi’s slightly reddened face.
“Ainosuke-sama- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Concern crossed his forehead.
Ainosuke let out the cutest yawn and whispered. “It wasn’t really you… These rascals have no shame.”
Tadashi smiled softly. You’re one to talk.
Neither of them said anything else for a while until Ainosuke continued.
“Why don’t we show them who’s boss?” He said with one of his enthusiastic, mischievous smirks.
Tadashi’s brain was still in the gutter from his earlier ponderings, and he reacted with uncharacteristic shock. “We- what?”
Ainosuke was visibly amused at his puppy’s distress. “Pff. We’ve done weirder things, haven’t we, puppy?”
Tadashi should've just given up at that point. He should’ve been happy that he hadn’t been forgotten by his beloved master. He should’ve just undressed then and there, with the same efficiency as always. But again, those three months had really gotten to him.
“Yes, Ainosuke-sama, but you-” he interrupted himself, “Actually, never mind. Let’s do it.”
But of course, Ainosuke wasn’t the type to let go so easily. “But I? What were you going to say?”
Tadashi swallowed. He shouldn’t have let that slip out.
He averted his gaze as he whispered, almost pouting. “You haven’t… touched me. In such a long time. I thought you didn’t want to, anymore.”
Ainosuke’s jaw dropped in an instant. “Oh puppy”, he sighed, his eyes filled with adoration as his hands came to cup Tadashi’s cheeks. “You have no idea what you do to me.” Tadashi had forgotten what sweetness those blood-red eyes could harbor. “The truth is,” he continued, “I didn’t want you to hate me.”
Tadashi looked into his eyes again. I could never. Even if I wanted to. Even when I would’ve wanted to.
“I know I’ve been…” Ainosuke was the one to avert his eyes now. His skin crumpled like a piece of paper. “Bad to you. And so selfish.” he sighed to keep his voice steady. “I needed to change that before I could- go back to you.” he smiled, his eyebrows carrying the unwavering tension in his face.
There they were, two adult men in a bed, sniffling as months of estrangement came undone with just a few words that needed to be said long before.
“Despite that, well, it’s a little embarrassing to say, but-”
“Embarrassed, you?” Tadashi interrupted, deadpan.
“Don’t ruin the moment! I’m trying to be genuine here!” Ainosuke said, shutting him up with his hand before continuing. “It was hell, holding back from you. Touching you all over. Having you. My eyes were glued to you every day, I could barely get any work done.”
He talked like he was some monk with a vote of abstinence. Dealing with the temptation. The apple, the snake… How easy it is to slip back into that .
Ainosuke caressed Tadashi’s chest with the back of his hand, getting closer as he whispered. “You’re so beautiful… Always prim and proper,” and as Tadashi’s eyes shied away from him, “Yes you are, puppy. But you’re also so, so greedy when you really get into it, aren’t you?”
Tadashi couldn’t help but lovingly scorn at Ainosuke’s words, but also… He was undeniably starting to get a little worked up. He swallowed.
“You should’ve seen me, jerking off every night to keep myself at bay. You know how needy I can get- Ah.”
Looking down, Tadashi finally noticed Ainosuke’s hand had slipped under the covers. He was really touching himself while talking to him. Now he recognized his master.
The voices hadn't stopped, after all.
"So what do you say? Shall we?" Ainosuke prompted with a little smile. But his eyes refused to meet Tadashi's, strangely, and he was blushing a bit. If he wasn't before, Tadashi certainly was in the mood now.
Taking the initiative just to give it up, he moved his arm in the general direction of his master’s crotch and nodded weakly. “How do you want me tonight, Ainosuke-sama?”
As hot as that phrase sounded to Ainosuke’s ears, he really felt like he needed to switch things up a little. He didn’t want them to fall back into the same patterns. “Actually, puppy. Ah- I was thinking you might want to, well, take the lead tonight.”
His master averting his eyes… Blushing… Giving up control. He sure did change. “Ainosuke-sama- I couldn’t-” he started, but Ainosuke moaned softly before he could finish the sentence. “Don’t give me that, puppy. And stop being so- ah- so formal.” The movements of his arm sped up and he closed his eyes. “Just tell me you want to fuck me and we’ll get to it. Or- If you want me to do the job, just say the word and I’ll show you what dreams are made of.”
Tadashi was burning up now. He’d always wondered how his master could be so bold. They were really starting to get to him, his words. He tried to be as daring as Ainosuke-sama; the three months of abstinence had really done a number on him.
“I- I’d like you to sh-show me what dreams are made of, then,” he uttered right before covering his face in embarrassment. Ainosuke’s short breath caught in his throat at the sight.
He seemingly let go of himself under the covers to sit up and then kneel on the bed. Tadashi followed suit, getting closer and breaking the distance with a heated kiss. It quickly turned open-mouthed, Ainosuke moaning into it very loudly.
“Ainosuke-sama, your voice!” He whispered, in disarray. He couldn’t have been serious earlier, could he?
Tadashi should’ve expected it.
Instead of replying, Ainosuke grinned wickedly and moaned even louder, except this time, it was his little puppy’s name. The noises on the other side got quiet. Tadashi was about to combust.
Taking advantage of his distraction, Ainosuke moved in a heartbeat and grabbed Tadashi’s throbbing crotch, inevitably making him let out a breathy but loud gasp. Both his hands reached to his mouth, then. From the mess of his face, he shot Ainosuke a tetchy look.
“Seems like they get it now.” The blue-haired man’s smile just wouldn’t come off his face.
He crawled back closer to Tadashi and started unbuttoning his nightshirt, kissing and nipping at his collarbone while doing so.
After a few moments of such activity, Tadashi started feeling like he might lose his sanity if he didn’t get a cock inside him as soon as possible. It had been a long wait after all. But he knew his master would tease him to hell and back if he admitted it. That, and the fact that the repetitive ordeal seemed to prevent Ainosuke from trying to “assert his dominance” stopped him from voicing his need.
He felt his stomach drop as he heard another barely-stifled voice from behind the wall. Oh, come on.
Both men had undressed now, and impatience got the better of him. He crawled back from his hungry partner and got on his hands and knees, burying his face in the fancy pillows and finally finding the little crumb of courage he needed to ask for what he desired.
“I need to prepare, Ainosuke-sama,” he said, as he wiggled his rear to make his point.
Ainosuke was left not only shocked and speechless but visibly open-mouthed and likely drooling. His red eyes burned looking at Tadashi’s exposed behind, at the way his balls and cock jiggled when he moved, at how he just randomly got on all fours without prompting.
“P-puppy-” It was rare to hear this man stumble on his words, but Tadashi had managed to cast his spell on him and successfully knocked him out. He was done. K.O.
“I- I actually want to see your face, Tadashi. Not that I mind the view-”
The black-haired man whimpered in the pillow. When a particularly loud moan came from the other room and Ainosuke got off the bed to get lube from his suitcase, he took the chance and got on his back.
He still refused to let the backs of his hands leave his face.
After all, it had been three months since his master had seen him naked, but it had been much longer since he’d wanted to see his face while having sex. Tears were swelling up from the overwhelming mix of emotions.
When he finally uncovered himself, the sight of Ainosuke towering over him was just too much to bear. They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment with nothing to say. Then Ainosuke took the initiative again.
He caressed Tadashi’s thighs with both hands, applying pressure like he would for a massage. His left hand came close to his crotch, actually landing on the underside of his sack. Tadashi gasped and covered his mouth with his palm - he was so sensitive that he didn’t trust himself with keeping quiet any longer.
“Darling…” the pet name made Tadashi shiver, “It’s no use if you don’t let us hear your lovely voice,” Ainosuke said, interrupting his ministrations to grab Tadashi’s hands and trap them above his head while also leaving a soft kiss on his forehead. Tadashi didn’t like the implications of that “us.” Not one bit.
He was used to holding back his voice in every context of his existence, be it work or private life, and even more so when it was sex with Ainosuke.
But now… Now his master was above him, and he looked so handsome and so eager, and so in love . And, well- Tadashi was a very well-mannered individual, sure, a perfect employee even. But he had his needs.
After years and years, he’d grown accustomed to his master’s whimsical libido, to his frequent advances, and breaking the habit for three months left him frustrated and filled with a longing he could never fully satiate on his own. To put it bluntly, his balls were as blue as the beautiful night sky in Rome.
And certainly, it didn't help that he’d repressed his feelings for Ainosuke for about twenty years of his life.
Of all times, this seemed to him like the perfect moment to let go. And he did it in a very Ainosuke fashion.
“Ah! Ainosuke-sama!” He almost shouted, loud as he could and increasing in pitch towards the end. The voices stopped again, and Tadashi looked at Ainosuke with a particularly self-satisfied smirk. The blue-haired man, whose hands had been hovering close to Tadashi’s rim, was initially shocked but smiled fondly when he understood he and his lover were finally on the same wavelength.
Tadashi’s whole body throbbed in unison with neglected desire. He was about to lose it.
Meaning to deal the finishing blow to his “opponents” on the other side of the wall, he continued playing along with Ainosuke’s devious little challenge. “Ainosuke-sama, ah- I need something- inside, please.”
Fortunately, Ainosuke was a man deft in multitasking, because with how worked up Tadashi had gotten him, he couldn't bear not touching himself while fingering his lovely man. While his left hand’s middle finger moved inside of Tadashi, his right hand was so tight around his own cock that he was seeing stars from the friction.
And the sounds just kept coming. Tadashi would gasp, and scream, and moan, and whimper and Ainosuke wasn’t so sure that he was only doing it to impress the other couple anymore. They’d been quiet for a while, after all. The only one whose mind was turning to absolute mush, right now, was Ainosuke himself.
He’d added another finger and Tadashi kept feeling it more and more, and he finally realized, now, that all those years of sex had never been anything even remotely comparable to this.
Though they hadn’t done it in a while, Ainosuke remembered each and every little spot on Tadashi’s body that drove him crazy. He would use them to tease him in the past, but right now he wanted nothing more than to give his lover all the pleasure he could.
When he added his third finger, the friction inside Tadashi was enough to make his soft walls sore, so he didn’t wait a second and finally jutted the tips of his index and middle finger across that most sensitive part of his, making him scream louder than he had the whole night.
“Ainosuke-sama!” He cried, “No more fingers! I- ah! I need it please, I want it so bad!”
And usual, mean Ainosuke would have laughed or degraded him for his desperation, but this Ainosuke was growing even more embarrassed than Tadashi. Unexpectedly, he was the one to cover his face with his hands and go furiously red. “How- How can you say that while looking right into my eyes!?” He’d been on the brink of an early orgasm many times that night, but this was the closest he’d gone to it. His hands retrieved and held the base of his cock with a bruising grip to prevent that.
Tadashi was… barely coherent at this point, but he still managed a little revanche smile of his own.
Both of them knew they were already very close to the edge, but they wanted to go to the next step nonetheless.
In the height of his boldness, Tadashi finally let his arms down from where they’d rested above his head and used his fidgety fingers to spread his buttcheeks, giving Ainosuke another breathtaking view of the sinful body he’d been neglecting for months. “Hurry, Ainosuke-sama- I can’t-”
A rough thrust interrupted his words as it breached his insides. “Ainosuke-sama!” He shouted at the top of his lungs. His master had bottomed out inside of him, but he stayed unmoving and silent, panting with strained breaths just above Tadashi’s chest.
Tadashi was struggling and squirming, trying to get at least some of the friction that he so desperately needed.
“I- I’m sorry Tadashi I- need a sec,” he said. And Tadashi was incredulous to say the least. The matador of love, libidinous beast and king of stamina, was about to come just from putting his cock inside of him.
Then again, it wasn’t like Tadashi was faring any better. He felt every part of his body ache and burn, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe.
“Ainosuke-sama, I’m the same-” they both moaned as Tadashi wiggled his hips around, “So don’t worry, just- come inside.”
At those words, Ainosuke finally raised his face again, punctuating his newfound decidedness with sharp thrusts of his hips that left both men hissing in pleasure.
The moans got louder and louder as Ainosuke pounded Tadashi’s body against the wall, his hands grasping his hips and slamming them onto his cock with abandon. Tadashi could only speak in syllables at this point, the words being constantly cut off by the movements of his lower body and his tongue occasionally rolling out to let more air in. “Aino- suke-sama! Ki- kiss me,” he said as he was fucked with a ruthless rhythm.
And that’s what Ainosuke did, lowering his body and biting Tadashi’s lower lip with those sharp canines his secretary had come to love. Tadashi’s skin was sweltering, so much so that Ainosuke feared he might burn his tongue. As soon as his master’s lips joined his own, Tadashi took the lead and invaded the other’s mouth with clumsy movements. “Ainosuke-sama, you are so hot-” he managed to mumble between kisses.
That’s when Ainosuke snapped. He impossibly sped up his thrusts and raised his hand so that he was pumping Tadashi’s throbbing cock. Just like he thought, it only took a few moments before he was letting out the loudest of moans and coming all over his chest. His orgasm had his insides clench and unclench around Ainosuke’s swollen shaft, and so the blue-haired man came as well, whimpering and stilling his hips as he emptied himself inside of Tadashi with a strangled call of his name.
They looked into each other’s eyes as they regained their breaths, and when Ainosuke pulled out and saw a droplet of his come flow out of Tadashi’s spasming rim, he couldn’t help another whine.
And as they were recovering, still panting loudly and pondering their next moves, they heard a loud, thudding noise on the wall, and what seemed like blasphemous curse words in a foreign language they did not recognize.
“Seems like we won, puppy,” said Ainosuke with a proud, devilish grin, letting out an exhausted sigh.
At that, Tadashi felt his cheeks blush again, the post-orgasm clarity bringing his embarrassment back to him. He grabbed one of the soft pillows he rested upon and threw it in Ainosuke’s face. He chuckled a little.
“Oh shut up.”