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“A date?”
“Yes.”
“You want to go on a date with me?” Thoma asked, eyes going wide. “A-are you sure that’s–”
“It’s perfectly fine. No one would be able to tell it was a date if they looked at us. After all, it isn’t unusual to see us in public together, is it?”
“I suppose you’re right…”
It had been a few weeks since Ayato and Thoma had confessed their feelings for each other. It was very spur of the moment, neither of the two really putting much thought into it when the words left their mouths.
“Do you not want to?”
“N-no! I do, my lord! I really, really do! I’m just…” He would hate to mess anything up for Ayato. Ever since their confessions, wild headlines ran through his mind. ‘Commissioner takes innocent housekeeper under his spell!’ or ‘Lowly housekeeper from Mondstadt weasels his way into the Yashiro Commissioner's sheets!’
No matter how he swung it, the idea of their ‘relationship’ getting out wouldn’t bode well for Ayato. One slip up and they’d be the talk of the town for weeks on end. After all, it was discouraged for people like Ayato to date. It would be even worse for him to date someone who was so… insignificant.
“Then tomorrow. Let’s go on a date. I already made reservations.”
“You did?” In that case, there was no way he could refuse. “Well, if you’re sure…”
“I’m more than sure.” He smiled warmly at Thoma, the flirtatious look in his eyes causing Thoma’s heart to skip a beat. “I told you I like you. You didn’t think I’d let such words fall flat, did you?”
Thoma cleared his throat, attempting to speak, but Ayato’s words made him feel shy. He closed his mouth, shaking his head.
“Good. I’ll send for you tomorrow evening. Make sure to wear something nice, okay?”
“O-okay…”
The two departed. Thoma never expected Ayato to be able to make him fluster like this. But ever since that night, when Ayato had finally used him… He was unable to think of anything else when they were near each other. Oddly enough, Ayato hadn’t mentioned it at all. He hadn’t come home particularly stressed yet, so Thoma wasn’t too concerned. But he wanted to do it again. And if he was lucky, this date would be his opportunity to express that.
The next day couldn’t come fast enough. Thoma waited patiently in the Estate’s kitchen, his eye on the window facing out to the front gate. It had been a long time since he’d had cause to dress up. Whatever Ayato had planned for tonight must have been expensive. Ayato’s tastes in food tended to be a bit more extravagant than the average Inazuman, and Thoma was all too aware of the sort of place he’d think to take them on a first date.
The clock ticked, Thoma continuing to sit and wait. After a while the sun set and Thoma stood, taking a look at the time. It was getting late. He became restless, pacing around, eyes darting between the clock and the window.
Suddenly the phone rang and he walked over to it, a pit in his stomach.
“Hello, this is Thoma, the housekeeper of the Kamisato Residence. How can I help you?”
“Thoma…” It was Ayato. “I… I can’t make it. I’m sorry–”
“It’s okay!” Thoma said rushedly. But there was a growing pain in his throat, “Don’t worry about it.”
“We’ll reschedule. Okay? I promise.”
“...Okay. Talk to you later, my lord.” He needed the phone call to end quickly.
“I don’t feel good about this… I want you to know that. Goodnight, Thoma.”
“Yep! Goodnight!”
He hung the phone up quickly, trying his best to quell his disappointment. It was to no avail. He had really started looking forward to their date. It had been on his mind the entire day.
He slapped his hands against his cheeks, shaking the sadness away. No matter. They would have a nice date next time! A date that was twice as great as it would’ve been today.
He went to his room and stripped himself of his clothing, tucking himself in bed and going to sleep. Next time.
“So I was thinking, what if I plan our date instead?”
“You?” Ayato asked, an amused grin. They were in the laundry room, Thoma folding clothes, Ayato having snuck away to see him for a few minutes.
“Yeah! I’m capable! Plus, it’d be nice for you to see the world from my eyes for a day. It’d get you out of your comfort zone!”
“The world from your eyes?” Ayato pondered. “I suppose it couldn’t hurt. What do you have in mind?”
“That’s a secret.” He had nothing in mind. “When’s the next time you’re free? I looked at your calendar but it’s a bit... chaotic.”
“Hmm. Yes. I write on my calendar with great disdain. It usually comes out as jagged scribbles.” He thought for a moment. “I have some time in the morning this Thursday. What do you say?”
“It’s a date!” Thoma exclaimed. Ayato peeked around the corner, slowly closing the door before looking back at Thoma. Thoma noticed from the corner of his eye, standing up. “What are you–”
He pulled Thoma close by his waist, kissing him for the first time in weeks. Thoma quickly responded, his entire body turning into a puddle having finally been touched by Ayato again.
Ayato pulled away first, his hands remaining tight against the dip of Thoma’s back. “I’m sorry… for last time.”
Thoma couldn’t meet his eyes, a deep blush setting in. “I-It’s o-okay…”
“It’s not. You’re special to me, Thoma. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hurt me?!” he shook his head fervently, “You didn’t–”
“I could hear it in your voice.” he rubbed his hand softly over Thoma’s cheek, turning his head back to him. Their eyes met and Thoma’s expression fell.
“You didn’t hurt me.” Thoma asserted, his voice quiet. “I let myself get too excited. I know how busy you are with the commission, I shouldn’t have counted on you staying available for an entire day.”
Ayato let go of him, turning away. “I hate this.” he clicked his teeth, annoyance setting in rapidly. “I should have told you how I felt years ago. Way before all… this.” He placed his hand on the doorknob. “I’m running late, I have to go.”
“It’s okay!” Thoma encouraged, placing a hand on Ayato’s shoulder. “Thursday!”
Ayato pushed the door open, his eyes meeting Thoma’s with a certain fire. “I’ll stay available. I promise.”
“Of course!” Thoma called and Ayato disappeared down the hallway.
Thoma’s lips still burned where Ayato kissed him, his skin still chasing after the warmth of Ayato’s. But his excitement wavered. There was no way Ayato’s schedule could stay free until Thursday.
Thursday morning arrived and Thoma awoke early as usual. He got dressed and headed for the kitchen, beginning to prepare breakfast for Ayato and Ayaka. As soon as he finished the rice, Ayaka burst through the kitchen doors, panic in her eyes.
“Thoma! I’m so glad you’re here! Can you help me?!”
Thoma, who would usually meet Ayaka’s requests with an enthusiastic smile, grimaced. “With what…?”
“The thing from last time…” she said dejectedly. Thoma’s eyes widened.
“They’ve returned?”
“Yes. Do you think you could help?”
“It’s my duty to help the Yashiro Commission, and you, in any way that I can. Of course I will.”
“Thank you so much, Thoma! You’re so dependable.”
“Anything for you, Ayaka.” A pause. “Just give me a minute, okay? I’ve gotta clean up in here. I’ll meet you at the front gate.”
“Of course! See you soon!”
Thoma smiled as she left, his shoulders slumping as he found himself alone.
To his luck, Ayato walked through the kitchen doors, dressed and ready for their date.
“So where are we going?” Ayato asked, sitting down at the table, watching Thoma clean up.
Thoma was silent for a moment, his hands tightening around the countertop. “We can’t.” he said, looking at Ayato before his eyes darted away. He couldn’t face him. “Ayaka needs help. It’s really important.”
Ayato stood, closing the distance between them. He raised Thoma’s chin with his index finger, looking him straight on. “You’re helping my sister. I’d never be upset with you. Thank you for always being so dependable.”
“That’s what she said, too.” Thoma sighed, pushing Ayato gently away. “I don’t think I can look at you right now. I feel ashamed.”
Ayato kissed him on the cheek, lingering for a moment before pulling back. “Go help her. I’ll clean up. Thank you for the breakfast.”
Thoma sighed even louder, eyes closing. He rarely found himself frustrated, but he only felt worse with Ayato treating him so sweetly. He looked at him before giving him a soft peck on the lips, turning around and leaving the Estate. Next time.
It only took three more canceled dates for Thoma to take drastic measures.
As soon as Ayato stepped through the door Thoma pushed him right back out. “Come with me.” he said.
Ayato spun on his feet, a raised brow. “Where are we going?”
Thoma waited until they made it out of the front gate to reply, past the ears of the guards. “On a date.”
Ayato stopped in his tracks, grabbing Thoma by the wrist. “Wait.”
Thoma sighed. “You’re busy, aren’t you?”
“N-no… I’m home for the night. I just need to grab something first. Is that okay?”
“I’m afraid if I let you out of my sight someone will whisk you away.”
Ayato chuckled. “Me too. But I’ll be quick. I promise.”
“Fine, fine. Go.” Thoma said, waving him off. He waited patiently by the steps, watching an onikabuto crawl up the trunk of a tree.
Ayato returned in record timing, slinging his arm around Thoma’s shoulder.
“Ready?”
“More than you know.”
They walked quietly together, Ayato looking up at the night sky as they strolled.
“So where are we going?” Ayato asked, tilting his head to see the determined Thoma marching next to him.
“Well, most everything’s closed this time of night. But we can probably stop by a couple of food stalls. There are some nice ones in Inazuma City that stay open ‘till midnight.”
“Can we get boba?”
Thoma rolled his eyes, a knowing smile touching his lips. “You get boba one time and now you’re obsessed. You know not every food stall sells boba, right?”
“Why don’t they?” he frowned. “I truly believe it is the best invention to make its way to our modern society.”
“I think that’s a bit of a stretch.”
Ayato clicked his teeth. “Name one thing that’s better.”
“Hm… the sponge?”
Ayato laughed, looking at him incredulously. “You only think that because you’re obsessed with housework.”
Thoma shoved him lightly. “Hey, have some respect for your housekeeper. Without a sponge, the Estate would never be sparkling clean.”
A smile permanently etched itself into Ayato’s face. “You’re cute.”
“Wh–” Thoma immediately felt himself blush. “T-thanks…”
They finally arrived in the city and Thoma led Ayato to his favorite stall. “This is where all the best foods are sold!”
“Like what?”
“Anything you could ask for, really. I like to get the soba noodles.”
Ayato peered up at the menu. “Where’s the boba?”
Thoma placed his hands on his hips. “I told you–”
“Teasing.” he said, looking at the menu more closely. “Perhaps I’ll do the tri-flavored skewer.”
“Perfect, just tell the lovely lady in charge.”
Ayato looked over at the vendor, bowing courteously. “I’ll have your finest tri-flavored skewer, please.”
She raised a brow. “Kamisato Ayato? You’re out quite late. No matter. And what would you like, Thoma?”
“Soba noodles!” he exclaimed, “With an extra sauce. If you’re willin’!” he said in a sing-voice voice.
“Anything for you, Thoma. It’ll be out shortly. You boys can wait over there.” she said, pointing to the bench nearby.
“Thank you.” they said in unison and they sat down on the bench.
“That’s Anna. She’s really nice. And her food is some of the best of the best!”
“You seem well acquainted.”
“Yup! I make it a habit to get to know everyone.”
“I feel like I’m paying attention to you more closely now. I always paid attention growing up, but… It’s different now.”
“What do you mean?”
Ayato looked at him for a moment before turning his attention back to Anna. “I think about you all the time. Even when you’re sitting right next to me, I’m still thinking about you.”
“Meaning?”
“I can’t get you out of my head. I want–” he met Thoma’s eyes again. “To be blunt, I want you.”
Somehow, Thoma knew he meant he wanted him in that way. The way he’d had him for one night, using his mouth to let out his frustration. Thoma gulped, “M-my lord…”
He slid his hand over Thoma’s on the bench, just out of view in case Anna happened to look up. “I crave you.”
Thoma felt heat well in his groin and he stood up, clearing his throat. Anna looked over and Thoma approached her, masking his blush with a wide smile. “Can we get those with wrapping over them? I think we’ll take them to eat somewhere else.”
“Sure, Thoma!” she said.
Thoma sat back down next to Ayato. It wasn’t the same though. Because now he was hyper-aware of Ayato’s every movement, his heart beating faster. His hand buzzed where Ayato’s had been. He crossed his hands over his lap.
They sat silently, Thoma popping upright when Anna announced the food was done. He carried it, calling out to Ayato, “Let’s go!”, the commissioner strolling calmly behind him.
“So where are we going now?” he asked.
“S– Well, uh… somewhere more private,” he said, clearing his throat.
“Oh? What prompted that?”
“Nothing!” Thoma squeaked. He could hear the smirk plastered on Ayato’s face without even having to turn around to see it. “Let’s just walk quietly.”
“Why?”
“So, uh, we can save the conversation for when we eat.”
“That doesn't make sense.”
“Of course it does!”
“Wouldn’t it be better to get the conversation out of the way now so we can eat in peace?”
“You’re thinking about it too much. Just trust me.” Thoma said, praying Ayato would drop it there. He wasn’t sure he could take much more of Ayato’s flirting. He hadn’t realized how starved he was of hearing that tone in Ayato’s voice until now.
“Sounds like you just want me to stop making you blush.” Ayato hummed.
Thoma’s hands tightened around the food boxes. He started to reply but quickly stopped himself.
“You’re awfully quiet now. Seems I hit the nail on the head. What’s wrong? Does it make you feel shy?”
“A-Ayato!” Thoma scolded, walking even faster. “Let’s just walk quietly.”
“Hmmmm.” Ayato went, trying his best not to laugh.
They couldn’t make it to Thoma’s “private” spot fast enough. It was a secluded spot hidden beyond the trees, right on the edge of a cliff overhanging the ocean. The moon shimmered along the sea, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore putting them at ease.
Thoma laid out his jacket on the ground for Ayato.
“You can sit here.” he said, gesturing to his jacket. Thoma was aware how adverse Ayato was to getting his clothes dirty, even if he knew Thoma could clean out any stain that may come of it.
He sat cautiously down atop it, Thoma handing him his food.
“This is one of my favorite spots in all of Inazuma. Nothing but ocean for as far as you can squint. You should see the sunrise and sunset here. It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.”
“How did you find this spot?”
“Huh? Oh, I’ve been maintaining this little spot since I was a kid. No one ever comes here. They see the trees and think it's a dead end. I trim the grass and keep the weeds at bay so I can come here to think to myself.”
“I never knew.” Ayato said, unraveling his food and setting it in his lap. “Seems I still have a lot to learn about you after all.”
“Of course! I get up to a lot in my spare time, y’know.” Thoma said confidently.
“So I can see.”
It was silent for a while. Something continued to run through Thoma’s mind. He decided to express it. “Ah– um, my lord?”
“Yes, Thoma?”
“Y-y’know… I liked it. When you told me what to do. I liked it a lot.”
“You’ll have to be more specific.”
Thoma lifted his chopsticks to take a bite but quickly put them down again, swirling the noodles in his bowl. “Are you just teasing me? Or do you really not know?”
“I don’t know.” Ayato said. But he was smiling, so Thoma still wasn’t sure. He figured he should say it anyway. Even if it did make his heart pound.
“Do you remember what you said? That night?”
“What night?”
“Come on, Ayato.” Thoma glowered. Ayato chuckled.
“Yes. I told you I liked you.”
“N-not that. The other stuff. Like when you told me to do stuff.”
“Refresh my memory.”
Thoma frowned, but he took a deep breath, mustering up the courage to say it, even if Ayato was playing dumb. “Like, when you said ‘Kiss it’, or… when you told me to ‘take it out’.” Thoma explained, his voice growing quieter with each word. He felt like his skin was on fire.
Ayato was quiet for a moment. Thoma looked over at him to see Ayato’s cheeks stained red as well. “I liked that, too.” he replied simply, taking another bite of his food.
“I want you to keep doing that.”
Ayato brushed his nose with the back of his hand, attempting to hide how the memory of that night was making him feel. “Don’t I already tell you what to do all day anyway? You should really try taking some time off of work.”
“I– Ayato, don’t try to deflect my attention. Of course I love housekeeping and being at your beck and call at work. But this is different.”
“How?”
“When you told me what to do it made me feel so… small and floaty and–”
“Floaty?” Ayato asked, a brow raised.
“Y-yeah! Like my head gets all cloudy and I just want to find out what it feels like when…” he fidgeted a bit, “when I’m all the way in the clouds.”
“I’m not sure I’m following.”
“Agh, I don’t know. It’s like… when you did it, I wanted you to control e-every p-part of… me...” he trailed off, realizing how he sounded. “I-I realize how weird that sounds, but–”
Their eyes met and Ayato’s cheeks were even redder now, clearly focusing on every word that left Thoma’s mouth. “But…?” he asked.
“N-nothing!” Thoma said, turning away. He was just rambling, but somehow that was making Ayato blush like this?!
“I didn’t think you were into that.” Ayato chuckled. “I thought you’d be into more common stuff… Like, uh. Missionary position?”
“W-well I’m not!” Thoma asserted, finishing off his food. “Besides, you’re the one who got all authoritative with me. This is basically your fault.”
“My fault?”
“Yes. If you’d have just had sex with me the normal way, maybe I’d have never realized what I wanted from you was so…” he gulped, “dirty…”
“You’re getting awfully bold, right now.” Ayato warned, standing up and brushing off his pants with his hands. “I’ll have to get rid of that attitude of yours.”
Thoma curled into himself, panicking as a smile plastered itself on his face. What was happening to him?!
“Ready to go?”
Thoma uncurled himself, but suddenly remembered something. His blush dissipated and he looked at Ayato with a curious eye. “Oh yeah, what was it that you went back to grab at the Estate?”
Ayato looked at Thoma, a dark, ominous chuckle emanating from deep within his chest.
“Nevermind!” Thoma panicked, “Nope! I don’t wanna know anymore!”
“Why not?” Ayato asked, still chuckling.
“Never in our lives have you laughed like that and it meant something good was about to happen!”
“Oh, it is something good.”
“What is it?”
“I had something imported from Fontaine.”
“Nope! Don’t trust it.”
“You haven’t heard what it is yet. It’ll be fun.”
“I don’t want to hear.”
“It’ll help take care of that mouth of yours.”
Thoma broke their eye contact, that heat simmering under his skin again. “Fine.”
“That easily?”
Yes. “No. I’m just curious.”
Ayato let out an amused breath. “Hold out your hand.”
Thoma did as he was told and felt a cold object hit his palm. He looked at it and his eyebrows furrowed. “What is this?”
“Put it inside of you.”
“I-Inside?! Like, in my mouth…?”
Ayato shook his head. Thoma stood, clasping it in his hand. “Y-You mean…?”
“Didn’t you say you like it when I tell you what to do?” he asked. “So be a good boy and put it in.” A pause. “Now.”
Thoma’s head bowed, a million emotions battling it out in his mind. Arousal won. “Fine, but you have to turn around.”
“Do I?”
Thoma placed his hands on Ayato’s chest, pushing him away gently. “S-stop.”
“Stop what?”
“T-teasing me like that. I-It’s…”
“What?”
“H-hot, I guess…” Thoma muttered, his head ducked so far down that it was starting to feel ridiculous. He couldn’t bear looking at Ayato anymore.
“Let me watch you put it inside.” Ayato proposed and Thoma felt his guard crumble. Ayato was telling him what to do, just as he liked it. He placed his hands around the waistband of his pants and pulled them down to his knees.
“A-Ayato…” Thoma mumbled, his shyness growing tenfold by the second, “C-could you please turn around?”
“No.” Ayato replied and Thoma felt a wave of pleasure run up his spine. Ayato handed him a small vial of what Thoma assumed to be lubricant. “Go ahead.”
Thoma obediently did as he was told, fumbling around with it for a moment before finally getting it inside. He pulled his pants up quickly, handing Ayato back the vial. “Done.” he whispered.
Ayato tilted Thoma’s chin up, meeting his bashful gaze. “If you can make it all the way home with this inside of you, I’ll reward you.” Ayato promised. “But I won’t make it easy.”
“Don’t tell me…” Thoma groaned and he instantly felt the vibrations inside of him. He gasped, clutching onto Ayato’s coat, burying his head in his chest. “A-Ayato!” he whimpered, intense pleasure rippling through his body. “Ngh! P-please!”
Ayato pushed Thoma to stand upright, leaning in and kissing him just beside his lips. The vibrations stopped. “Let’s go.” he said and he took Thoma by the hand, leading him back out onto the main path. He let go of his hand as they reached the stretch of land illuminated by the lanterns, watching as Thoma walked close behind him, his hands writhing together. “What’s wrong?”
Thoma shook his head quickly, afraid to speak. He felt as if his body had been in a deep slumber and was suddenly jolted awake, craving nothing more than for Ayato to have his way with him.
The vibrations started again and Thoma stopped walking, pressing his hands firmly over his mouth.
“If you stop, it’ll only take us longer to get home.” Ayato hummed, continuing to walk ahead of him. “Come along.”
Thoma caught up with him, his hands hugged tight around his mouth and nose, desperate to muffle himself. When the vibrations finally stopped he let go of himself, panting as he looked ahead, realizing how long it could take to make it home. “Please, Ayato…” he begged, tugging on the hem of Ayato’s coat.
“What?”
He wasn’t even sure why he was begging. He liked this. He wanted this. He was so excited thinking of what reward could possibly be waiting for him if he could withstand this. He let go of Ayato’s coat, stifling a moan when the vibrations kicked in.
It was a miracle Thoma made it to the front gate. He felt like he’d just run a marathon with the most sadistic coach in existence. At some point, Ayato turned the vibrations up so high that Thoma had to prop himself against a tree to keep from collapsing. And what did Ayato reply, seeing Thoma so obviously overwhelmed?
“I didn't say you could take a break. Stand up straight.”
The worst part is Thoma had done so, just as Ayato asked.
Ayato chatted idly with the guards, waving Thoma over to say hello too. Thoma shook his head furiously, but Ayato simply smiled in return, nodding him over.
“As you can see, I was perfectly safe with Thoma at my side.” Ayato grinned, patting Thoma on the back.
“Thank you for keeping Lord Ayato safe!” the guard said and Thoma mumbled something between a “yep” and “oh” as the vibrations returned with a fury. He quickly walked away from the scene, counting the steps until he reached the front door. He could hear Ayato following him. He pushed through the double doors with a sigh of relief, collapsing onto the cold floors. Ayato followed, closing the front door behind them.
“You made it!” he cheered. Thoma laid feebly on the ground, finally letting out the whimpers he’d been holding in for so long.
“Ayato…” he whined, struggling to his feet, “Please…”
“Please what?”
Thoma couldn’t contain himself any longer. “Take me to your room.” he said and Ayato backed Thoma into the wall, hovering over him.
“Remember when you kissed me here?” he asked. Thoma squirmed.
“Y-yes…”
“What if someone had seen us? I kept thinking about that. But I have to admit,” he said, finally reaching forward and wrapping his arms around Thoma. “It’s that thought that made it so much hotter.”
He pressed their lips together, Thoma wrapping his arms around his shoulders and leaning his body into him. It was a hungry kiss, both men practically swallowing down the other’s tongues, craving desperately to taste more of each other. Ayato’s hand crept between Thoma’s thighs, feeling how hard he was and moaning in delight.
Thoma pulled away, his voice obscured with lust, “Please, Ayato. Take me to your room. Please.”
And Ayato couldn’t resist any longer.
The moment they stepped through the bedroom door Ayato pressed it shut, shoving Thoma against it, kissing him and gripping the bottom of Thoma’s shirt, pulling it over his head.
Thoma pulled Ayato’s coats off with equal intensity and they stumbled back onto Ayato’s bed, unbuckling each other’s pants before tossing them aside.
They kept their underwear on, Ayato pinning Thoma down onto the bed and rubbing their bulges together, rolling his hips into him. Their hands explored each other's exposed torsos, minds ablaze.
Thoma tried to keep himself quiet but it was harder and harder the more forcefully Ayato grazed against him. He sunk his teeth into Ayato’s shoulder, Ayato groaning in response.
“Thoma…” he said and he pulled back. He reached a hand down and rubbed Thoma over his underwear, pressing down over the head and watching the wetness bloom. He reached his hand down further, pressing his thumb between his cheeks, rubbing it over the hard metal protruding from his hole. He turned the vibrations back on and it rutted into him, Thoma shielding his face with his arms.
Thoma spoke softly, his voice trembling with desire. “What’s my reward?”
Ayato stifled a laugh, passing his hands over Thoma’s inner thighs. “I’ll pull this out of you and finger you instead.”
Thoma tore his arms away from his face, frowning. “That’s all?!”
Ayato couldn’t help but let out his laugh. “You should really ask what the reward is before you accept a challenge, Thoma.”
Thoma sat up. “You know what it is that I want, yet you still won’t give it to me?”
Ayato shoved him back down onto the bed. “Nope.”
“Not even if I beg?” Thoma asked.
“...Nope.”
“Not even if I do this?” he asked and he slowly slipped his underwear off, Ayato’s eyes going wide seeing the state Thoma was in. He was swollen and red and dripping with pre-cum. His legs squeezed together, quickly becoming shy from Ayato’s roaming eyes.
“Open your legs.” Ayato said and Thoma inched them open, embarrassed. “Let me taste you.” he pleaded and Thoma clenched them shut again.
His mouth opened and closed quickly many times before he parted his legs again, looking away. “Fine. But only a little.”
Ayato ducked between his legs, swirling his tongue around the head, savoring the taste of Thoma’s anticipation.
Thoma’s thighs squeezed together around Ayato, nibbling his own hand to try not to push Ayato’s head away. Ayato sunk his mouth down Thoma’s shaft and Thoma squirmed, immediately letting out a chorus of embarrassing moans as Ayato began to suck him up and down, his mouth tight around him, enjoying the feeling of Thoma falling apart.
“S-stop!” Thoma panted out at last, “If you keep doing that I won’t make it…”
Ayato listened, licking his lips as he saw Thoma’s blotchy complexion. He crawled up between his legs, meeting Thoma face to face, kissing his jawline before trailing small pecks down to his neck. Thoma squirmed even more at this, pressing his hand over his mouth to keep quiet as Ayato nipped and sucked at his neck insistently.
“W-what i-if you l-leave a m-mark…” Thoma stuttered out, his legs wrapped snug around Ayato’s determined frame.
Ayato broke away for a moment, speaking directly into Thoma’s ear.
“Then you’ll wear concealer.”
Thoma felt like he was losing his mind. Ayato was making him feel so incredibly good and he hadn’t even rewarded him yet. He wasn’t sure he could make it much longer.
As if Ayato read his mind, he reached a hand down and fished around for the vibrator before pulling it out slowly with a small ‘pop’. He sat back on his feet, pouring the rest of the tiny vial over his fingers and wetting Thoma’s hole.
“You should be thanking me.” Ayato said, his eyes lidding over as he pressed Thoma’s legs up. He moved Thoma’s hands, positioning them around his thighs, silently telling him to hold them still.
“T-thank you…” Thoma mumbled, hugging his thighs tight to his stomach. He wasn’t sure why he was thanking him, but he wasn’t going to question Ayato right now. Not when he was pressing his fingers against his opening, seconds away from finally touching him in the place he’d been craving the entirety of their ‘relationship’.
The first finger went in without a problem. The second one, too. But when Ayato shoved in a third finger, Thoma groaned, his head tilting back, losing his grip on his thighs.
“Hold still.” Ayato said and Thoma’s hips pushed back against Ayato’s fingers, over and over again, his body craving more. Ayato pressed a hand against Thoma’s waist to keep him still but it was to no avail. “What did I say?”
“Ayato…” Thoma panted, “Faster… please…” Ayato licked his lips, shoving his fingers in and out of Thoma much faster now, Thoma jutting his hips. “Y-yes! Yes!”
“You really wanted this, huh?”
“Yes! Yes! Thank you!”
Ayato blushed, hearing Thoma of all people make such depraved cries. It was really warm inside of Thoma. He could feel his walls clench and unclench around his fingers. Thoma’s hole was tight… almost painfully so. And that tightness was beckoning Ayato to try…
No, he couldn’t.
But…
He used his freehand to rub himself over his underwear.
Archons, Thoma looked so good sprawled out like this. Having his hole stretched, legs spread, clutching onto the sheets, trying his best not to cum before he was told to.
And he must have felt so sensitive. After all, Ayato had practically tortured him for an hour… teasing him with a vibrator, making him walk with it inside of him…
Ayato stifled a moan, taking his hand off of himself. He wanted more. He needed more.
But he was nervous.
“T-Thoma…” he said and the other man peered up at him between his legs, squirming.
“Y-yes, my lord?”
He slowly pulled his fingers out of Thoma, his hand starting to tremble as he realized he was about to be vulnerable.
“Do you want the truth?”
“Of course!” Thoma exclaimed, his chest still rising and falling quickly as he pushed himself up to sit. “Is something wrong?” and he reached out and touched Ayato on the shoulder.
Jeez. Ayato thought. He had stopped them in the middle of sex and instead of complaining or getting upset, Thoma was comforting him. Ayato rested his hand on Thoma’s thigh.
“...I’m nervous. I really want to give you what you want. But we’ve waited so long. What if it wasn’t worth the wait? What if I can’t make you feel good?” he asked. It was mostly rhetorical, but they were the concerns that ran through his mind nonetheless.
At first it was hot to make Thoma wait. To withhold penetration, knowing just how badly he wanted it. But then Ayato realized he had no experience. He had never penetrated anyone in his life! And now he was supposed to give Thoma some mind blowing experience that would justify every second they spent waiting for it?
Thoma blushed, looking away. “A-Ayato…”
“I’m serious.”
“I know you are.” A smile tugged at Thoma’s lips. “You’re worried about how I feel. I’m… flattered.” Thoma mumbled, his hand tightening around Ayato’s shoulder.
“Of course I am. I like you, Thoma.”
A pause. “In that case, let's not worry about all that the first time. Just you being inside of me is enough. We don't even have to move. I just want to be closer to you.” Thoma asserted, “Seriously!”
“Yeah? Is that... enough?” Ayato asked. After all, Thoma seemed to be really into Ayato using his fingers. Maybe it would be better to keep that up instead.
“More than enough, Ayato. Can we do that?”
“Would you rather I just go back to using my fingers…? I don’t want to ruin the mood…”
“N-no! I really want this. Please.”
Ayato could feel himself growing shy, but he nodded anyway. He pulled Thoma up onto his lap, both of them gently rocking their hips as they kissed. Ayato reached down, pulling himself out of his underwear. His shaft rubbed against Thoma's warm skin and he flustered, pulling away from the kiss.
“Ah… um…” he went, attempting to work up the courage to put it in.
“Do you want me to do it?” Thoma whispered, running his thumb over Ayato’s cheek. “I don’t mind.”
Ayato nodded softly. “Yes.”
Typically his ego wouldn’t allow for something like this… but it was Thoma. Things were different with Thoma. And if he was going to take things seriously with him, he was going to show Thoma all sides of him. Even the ones that made him feel as embarrassed as this.
Thoma reached behind himself and took Ayato in his hand. Goosebumps ran up Ayato’s back as Thoma wrapped his fingers around him, moving him forward until his head pressed firmly against his hole.
He looked back at Ayato, wanting to see what face he’d make when he finally was all the way in. He sat down slowly and the tip went in, Thoma wincing at the feeling.
“Are you okay?” Ayato whispered and he placed his hand on the dip of Thoma’s back, concern in his eyes.
Thoma nodded quickly, taking a deep breath. “Perfect…” he trailed off, clenching his eyes shut as he continued to sit, feeling incredibly full already. He opened his eyes again, his heart fluttering when he saw the way Ayato was looking at him. It was so… affectionate. Ayato was never this affectionate and yet… Thoma continued to sit, keeping his eyes on Ayato the whole way, gasping when he finally reached the base. Ayato felt huge inside of him. He choked out something between a moan and a cough, clutching tight onto Ayato who held him more carefully now.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, turning his head and nuzzling his face into Thoma’s hair. He smelled nice.
Thoma nodded, not saying a word, holding his breath.
“Does it hurt?”
Thoma nodded again.
“Then are you su–”
“Hurts good–” Thoma grunted out, relaxing a bit, beginning to breathe. “It’s okay.” he croaked, loosening their hug a bit to look at Ayato again.
Ayato had gone completely red, staring back at Thoma with hazy eyes. “You feel good.” he whispered, pressing their faces together. “So good.”
Thoma tried to respond, but he couldn’t, really. “So full…” he said, “I’m so…”
Ayato kissed him, slipping his tongue inside his mouth. They kissed for a long while like this. Allowing their hands to feel each other more freely, their lips unwilling to part, Ayato idly inside of Thoma, the two growing used to the feeling.
Thoma shuffled a little on his lap and it was if his body suddenly awoke again. He popped away from the kiss, blushing. “C-Can I…”
“Yes.” Thoma replied, and they both simply knew.
Ayato laid Thoma down on the bed, leaning over him, still inside. He returned his lips to him and thrusted just barely. Softly, slowly, shyly. He held his body tight to him and Thoma hugged him even closer, each thrust causing him to let out little moans, more than enjoying the feeling.
Ayato ran his hand up Thoma’s leg, gripping his thigh firmly, picking up his pace a little. He slid out more, pushed in further, Thoma’s moans getting louder. That feeling was addictive. Knowing that depending on how he moved his hips, he could make Thoma moan for him. He slid out even more now, pushing back inside with hard strokes, their kiss breaking off as he clenched his jaw, trying not to give in to his body’s desire to cum.
Just a little longer. He wanted to be close to Thoma for just a little longer.
Thoma responded favorably to Ayato’s thrusts, pressing his hand against his bare chest, crying out each time Ayato shoved back into him. He was so hot. He felt as if his body was simmering. He reached up, cupping Ayato’s cheek in his hand, knowing he himself was close to his end.
“T-th… hnngh, th-thank y-you mmmfh, A-Ayato…” he moaned, his head falling back as Ayato rammed into him hard several times before faltering, pulling out quickly.
He wrapped his hand tight around the base of his cock, but it was useless. His head dipped and he nearly toppled over onto Thoma, struggling to keep himself upright as he came, stroking himself hurriedly, harsh gasps running from his lips. “Thoma!” he panted out, “Ungh… Thoma!” he groaned and he pushed himself back upright, having cum all over Thoma’s stomach.
Thoma was unphased by the mess. He trailed his hand down his own wet stomach, using it to jerk himself off, staring up at Ayato with those big green eyes, his knees buckling around Ayato’s hips before he came, too, clutching on tightly to Ayato’s hand, Ayato’s mouth agape in shock.
That was… much different than last time. They really had sex. And they had both just cum all over Thoma.
Ayato placed a hand against his own cheek. He was burning up. He must’ve looked so silly to Thoma, but he mostly didn’t care. Because Thoma was smiling. Really wide.
Thoma pulled Ayato down and kissed him over and over again, small pecks, giggling when Ayato let out an amused exhale, rubbing their noses together.
“Thank you.” Thoma said. It was such a genuine expression of gratitude. Ayato loved the sound of it.
“Should we clean up?” Ayato whispered, kissing Thoma’s cheek.
“Yes.” Thoma replied, unable to keep his hands off of the other man.
They snuck down the hall wearing nothing but towels wrapped around their waists, successfully managing to run to the shower without anyone seeing.
They washed up together, the romance of it all causing Ayato to smile unyieldingly. It spread from ear to ear, shining brilliantly even amongst the foggy air.
“Thoma?”
“Yes, my lord?”
“I had a lot of fun tonight.”
“I did too.”
“You helped me feel normal for a day. Like a young adult who didn’t have my future decided for me. Able to sneak out for the night with the guy I like, have a nice meal, and take him home to show him how happy he makes me. That's all I could’ve asked for.”
Thoma ran his hands along Ayato’s wet skin, beaming. “I’m so glad.”
“I’ve been dreaming of a day like this my whole life. Even if I don’t show it. There's a lot about me I have to repress, but thankfully I don't feel the need to pretend to be someone I'm not around you anymore. I enjoyed this. This moment between us. I wish we could stay right here forever. That I didn’t have to go to work in the morning. That I could wake up next to you, have breakfast in bed with you, take you out for a proper date, that I could…” fall in love with you. “...talk to you alone like this more often.”
Thoma’s eyes were sparkling, waiting for Ayato to finish before he spoke. But to his own surprise, he couldn’t think of much to say. His heart was thundering in his chest. He had never seen Ayato like this. He didn’t even know Ayato had such affectionate words in his vocabulary. It was like he was dreaming. He took a deep breath, his words still coming out shaky. “I want that too.”
Ayato was happy. But there was a nagging sensation at the back of his head, reminding him he wasn’t allowed to have this.
He ignored it.
They left the shower, drying each other off and heading back to Ayato’s room just as strategically as the first time.
Ayato closed the door behind him, watching Thoma pick up his clothes.
“What if you stayed?” Ayato asked.
Thoma paused, looking up at him. “I– Well, I shouldn’t…”
“You can leave early in the morning. Before anyone else wakes up. Even before I wake up. You don’t even need to say goodbye. Just…” Why did it sort of hurt to ask? “Stay. Please?” A pause. “Even if someone sees you leave, I’ll just say you were doing my laundry.”
Thoma nodded, “N-no, yeah! That works. Sure, I’ll stay.”
“...Thank you.”
They lay in bed together. Next to each other, facing each other, afraid to get too close despite being closer than they’d ever dreamed of only moments ago. Thoma reached his hand over beneath the blankets, finding Ayato’s and holding it, giving it a squeeze.
Ayato laced their fingers together.
He wasn’t supposed to have this. But… he wanted it.
He lifted their hands to his lips, planting a kiss on the back of Thoma’s.
He wanted it so badly.