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The Kamisato estate, once a-buzz with participants and volunteers from the “Test of Courage” trial, had all but silenced in the cool morning air. Thoma had woken up early, as he usually did, to start his day managing all the household chores. He always enjoyed it when the commission put on such events, it brought together many of the people of Inazuma that had been otherwise separated before the Vision Hunt Decree had been lifted. It made this place finally feel like home.
Thoma had sent the servants to their respective areas; making meals for the Kamisato siblings and the staff, sweeping the courtyard, raking the gardens, etc. The housekeeper set off to wake the Kamisato siblings. Ayaka could always be found buried in her covers, hard to rouse, only a bowl of chuzuke or a promise to visit the Komore Tea House sometime during the day could you convince her to rub the sleep from her eyes.
The Commissioner, on the other hand, was a completely different story.
Thoma pushed open the heavy doors to the office of the Yashiro Commissioner. The slender man was flipping through papers, the white suit still pressed and proper, not a hair out of place. Kamisato Ayato was by far the biggest workaholic that Thoma had ever met, sacrificing sleep and comfort to make sure that the shrines of Inazuma were maintained properly. Ayato’s eyes rose to meet Thoma’s as he watched the younger man enter the room, dark circles rimmed the beautiful purple eyes of the Commissioner.
“Good morning, master.” Thoma bowed in greeting, careful not to spill any of the contents on the tray he was carrying. He toted the tray over to Ayato’s side table, one of the only places in the office not completely covered in papers and books. “I figured I would find you here. Why do you insist on not getting any rest even after festivals have come to a close?” the copper-haired housekeeper teased.
Ayato’s lips lifted in a gentle smile, violet eyes meeting Thoma’s. “Good morning, Thoma.” Ayato turned his attention away from his work and set it instead on the meal that the housekeeper had brought him.
The Commissioner knew he overworked himself. He knew that once the festivals or events had wrapped up was the best time for him to finally get some rest. But it felt like every time he had a chance to lean back and relax, that was the exact time something else would go wrong.
Thoma set to attempt in tidying the mess that was his master’s desk; papers strewn carelessly across the majority of the surface. Once the desk had been righted, the housekeeper busied himself about the room cleaning various areas, setting up his master’s futon, and giving it a satisfied pat.
“Why don’t you get some rest once you’ve finished your meal?” Thoma said, glancing back over at his master as he stood up from crouching next to the futon. “You need to prioritize your health, sir. You not being well rested is no good to anyone.”
“I know,” Ayato smiled again, taking a bite of the fish on his plate. “There’s just so much to do. The Grand Narukami Shrine is requesting repairs after some troublemakers decided to take the test of courage a little too far up the mountain.” Ayato finished his plate and gently laid his chopsticks down on the tray. The Commissioner walked back to his desk, pulled out his chair, and plopped down. Ayato leaned his head back, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
“Oh,” Thoma was a little embarrassed. Of course, that would be the Yashiro Commission’s problem.
“Right, and we both know how Lady Yae is.” Ayato scrunched his eyes shut “She can be so sideways in a way that makes my head ache.”
Thoma looked at his master; his light blue hair still tied back in a neat low ponytail, the long sleeves of his uniform perfectly creased, everything about him looked so perfect it was a stark contrast to the troubled face of the commissioner.
“That she is, but still,” Thoma chided, walking over to collect his master’s tray “You need to get some re-”
Thoma’s foot hit something and it skittered across the floor. The young man changed his direction and grabbed the item he had just kicked. It was a book, nothing special on the cover but it was one of Yae Publishing House’s light novels that they had prided themselves so much on.
“Oh?” Ayato’s attention had been caught by the noise. Taking in the sight of the fox-haired housekeeper studying the book he had so carelessly missed earlier in his cleaning. “I’m sorry about leaving that out, you can bring it to me.”
Ayato stretched his gloved hand out lazily, motioning for Thoma to bring it to him. But the man seemed to not have heard, studying the novel’s cover intensely.
“Is it common for these novels to not have names?” Thoma mumbled, flipping the book open. He dropped the book immediately, hand flying to his mouth before the gasp escaped his lips.
The book fell with a crash to the floor, open to the illustration that had taken Thoma’s breath away. The image was that of what appeared to be a young man, on their back. The way the artist had portrayed the image was a man writhing in pleasure, slack-jawed, bleary-eyed, and wanting. But the one thing that had shocked Thoma was that this man was dressed in a standard Mondstat maid’s uniform, the skirt pushed upwards, hands holding his ass open, and presenting himself to the reader.
Ayato watched this all play out, eyes boring into Thoma as the man stumbled backward a handful of steps. Thoma’s eyes were wide with shock, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down, both his hands covering his mouth. The commissioner clicked his tongue and stood to collect the discarded book on the floor.
“M-master, w-w-what is that?” Thoma managed to choke out. He had heard of novels like these before. But why is something like this in the master's office?
Grabbing the book off the floor, Ayato turned and placed it on his desk. “Thoma,” Ayato said, his back still facing the other man “Forget you saw this.”
“B-b-but..”
“It’s fine, just take the tray and go.” Ayato was leaning over his desk, gloved hands gripping the sides so hard he felt his knuckles crack.
“Master, I-”
“Leave.” The commissioner’s voice came out in a low hiss, making Thoma jump.
Thoma rushed over to the side table, grabbed the tray, and left.
The housekeeper had never been scared of Ayato before, his heartbeat was so loud he thought his chest might burst. Thoma rushed back to the kitchen to drop off the tray before retreating to his room and slamming the door shut behind him.
Thoma’s face was flushed, heat spreading to the tips of his ears. His clothes suddenly seemed tight and far too restricting. He stripped off his red half-jacket, undid his headband, and tugged off his gloves. Thoma tossed them all to the side of his room and crawled into his futon, curling into a ball.
It was still so early in the day, it couldn’t even be past 9 a.m., yet he had somehow made his master lose his temper and kick him out of his study. Thoma scrunched his eyes shut, tears pricking in the corners.
Why did I have to see that? Why did I open that book? I’ve never been nosy before! Thoma you idiot…
No, wait, why did Master Ayato have a novel like that? Does he enjoy the idea of crossdressing?
Thoma’s head was a mess. The only reason he even recognized that maid uniform was that he had seen the servants at Dawn Winery wear them whenever his family went to visit when he used to live there. He could never see another maid uniform the same way ever again.
But wait… Why was that man portrayed in that way? And why was he holding his ass open?
–
Later in the day, after Thoma had finally calmed down, he left his room and joined Ayaka on a trip to Yae Publishing house as he had promised her that morning. The trip to Inazuma city was a blur, Thoma’s head still not quite right after the events of the morning.
Ayaka had noticed that Thoma’s expression lacked its usual cheerful tone. But when asked about it, the housekeeper had just brushed it off with an excuse of something he had eaten a few nights prior.
The younger of the Kamisato siblings was far too innocent for him to divulge these troubles too, much less something about her brother. Before Thoma knew it, they were standing in front of the Yae Publishing house. Thoma lazily dragged his fingers across the different covers, taking in the names, absent-mindedly looking for the novel that had caused him a shock that morning.
Maybe if I could read the novel then I’d understand
Ayaka had been distracted by Thoma’s behavior ever since they had left the estate. His eyes were red-rimmed, sighing every few seconds, not giving her the usual banter they would have on their trips to Inazuma City.
“Okay, you have got to tell me what’s wrong with you.” Ayaka’s voice was stern, arms crossed in front of her petite frame, lips set in a deep frown. “You’ve been like this for far too long, and I know it’s not from something you ate, so spill it.”
Thoma was taken aback, Ayaka wasn’t typically no-nonsense. She was the more laid-back of the Kamisato siblings, seeing her make such a face with her arms crossed in front of her breastplate forced a chuckle out of Thoma. He smiled softly back at the blue-eyed heiress.
“I’m fine, I swear,” Thoma started again
“No, you’re not.” She huffed. Uncrossing her arms, she grabbed Thoma’s sleeve and pulled him away from the vendor. “Tell me.”
Thoma sighed, How do I even word this to her?
After a beat, Thoma finally caved. He told her about the novel, the shock of the illustration, the reaction from her brother, and words poured out of him so fast he wondered if any of it even made any sense.
Ayaka stared at him after he had finished speaking. “That’s it?”
“What?” Thoma balked.
“That’s my novel, Ayato just borrowed it.” She crossed her arms in front of her again. “Okay, you cannot be serious. Do you not know how much he adores you?”
Thoma felt like his entire world had just imploded. WHAT?
The master adores me, but in a way like Master and servant, right? Like boss and employee? There’s no way he actually like likes me!
“Oh,” Thoma’s adam’s apple was bobbing again, realizing he hadn’t said any of that out loud. “But he adores me as a friend, a colleague, a housekeeper. Nothing more.” Thoma didn’t know why, but saying those words out loud made his heartache. His eyes rimmed with red again, embarrassed.
“Archon’s, Thoma. You are not this dense.” She hissed, reaching up and grabbing the housekeeper by the ear to pull him down to her “He has loved you from the moment he saw you.”
Thoma’s ears burned, not just from the recent attack by the younger Kamisato sibling. His face flushed instantly. “O-oww, Ayaka! Let go!” Thoma squealed. Ayaka released his ear and huffed again. “But what does that book have to do with love? From what I saw, it didn’t appear to be any old romance”
Ayaka stared at Thoma, he truly was acting like an idiot.
“That was near the end of the book,” She laughed, sweeping her ponytail over her shoulder. “It’s finally when the main couple gets together, I’m sure he just wanted to borrow it because the main love reminded him of you.”
Thoma was still reeling, almost none of this made sense to him. But then again, he had never been in love before.
“Are you sure he loves me?” Thoma kicked the dirt and rubbed the ball of his foot into the ground “Like, really sure?”
While Thoma had been making a fuss, Ayaka had already turned and made her way back to the vendor. Busying herself with reading the backs of the novels on the table.
“If I wasn’t sure then I wouldn’t have told you.” She said nonchalantly, picking up a book and turning it over “And if he wasn’t sure then he wouldn’t have told me.”
Thoma’s blush deepened, he turned away from where Ayaka was standing and crouched to the ground, burying his face in his hands.
Does Master love me? That can’t be right! But even if he does, how do I feel about him? I mean I do care for him, but is it in a way in which I could fulfill those needs for him?
A few moments passed before Thoma felt something rap the back of his head. “Ouch.” He hissed and turned, Ayaka looking at him with a gentle look on her face, folded fan resting against her shoulder, her weapon of choice to hit him with when he was acting up.
“So what are you going to do?” She asked, extending a hand and helping Thoma back to his full height.
Thoma pondered for a moment. Oh!
“I know what I want to do but will need your help.” He smiled, nervously rubbing the back of his neck and looking away. “Can we make one more stop before we head back to the estate?”
–
Ayato had been a mess the rest of the day. When he had tried to rest all he could think about was Thoma, when he tried to eat all he could think about was Thoma, when he tried to work all he could think about was Thoma.
Why did I have to borrow that novel from Ayaka? Why did I have to read it in my office? And why did Thoma have to be the one to find it?
Ayato groaned, shoving his face into his hands. Ever since that young man had entered the estate after making the trek from Mondstat, he had caught the eye of the Yashiro Commissioner. He loved how diligent Thoma was, the way that Thoma would do almost anything with a smile on his face, and he loved the way Thoma nagged him for working too much, not eating enough, and not getting enough sunlight. There was just so much to love about Thoma.
The commissioner was at a loss, he only had borrowed that book because he had found Ayaka reading it. She was surprised at his interest, sure, but it wasn’t something she hadn’t already known. When she had asked why he wanted to borrow it he had told her “The maid reminds me of someone I care for.” without expression.
Ayato decided, finally, to retire to his room for the evening. He had gotten to rest earlier even though his thoughts were plagued by Thoma’s reaction. The one thing that had struck Ayato as odd, though, was when the housekeeper had been retreating Ayato noticed just how red Thoma’s ears were.
Maybe… Maybe he’s interested, too?
The commissioner groaned again, pushing out of his chair and making his way to the window, hoping that the night air might give him some reprieve from these thoughts. As he slid the window open he heard someone knocking on the door.
“M-Master?”
Ayato’s head whipped around, that was Thoma’s voice.
“I-I know I made you angry this morning,” Thoma’s voice was shaky, barely audible through the closed doors of his chambers. “But I want to make it up to you!”
Ayato cautiously walked to the door, scared that the illusion would be broken as soon as the barrier between them opened.
“You may enter.” Ayato slowly unlocked the door and opened it to reveal the silhouette of the housekeeper, his copper hair undone and cascading over his shoulders. His eyes were shining emerald in the early moonlight, his white undershirt too big on his slender frame, arms bare and pale clutching a package to his chest.
“What is that?” Ayato cocked his head to the side, leaning it against the doorframe.
Thoma’s eyes darted away, a blush creeping across his face. “I-i-it’s how I’m g-g-going to make it u-up to you.”
Ayato chuckled deeply, all his anxiety that had pent up during the day washed away as soon as he saw his housekeeper’s face. He stepped out of the way, letting Thoma hurry into his chambers as he let his door slide shut. Quietly securing the latch.
–
Thoma was so nervous he felt like he might throw up. There was a thick lump lodged in his throat that he swallowed back down over and over as he stood in front of his master, clutching the package he had gotten from Inazuma City a few hours prior.
Ayato had been staring at him ever since Thoma had entered his chambers. Thoma had never entered his master’s room after sunset, he never needed to. This change in circumstances made the butterflies in his chest dance so much he could hardly breathe.
“What is it, then?” Ayato broke the silence, dropping himself onto his bed and gesturing to the package. “How is it that you are going to make it up to me?”
Thoma’s blush deepened. Ayato noticed, reaching for the package and tugging on one of the strings securing it. Thoma was holding it so tightly, though, that when Ayato pulled it pulled Thoma along with the item.
“O-oh, here.” Thoma shoved the parchment-wrapped item into Ayato’s hands.
Ayato steadied his hands as he undid the wrapping, pulling the package open to reveal a neatly folded black and white maid’s uniform. Ayato swallowed dryly, suddenly his face went red and a hand shot up to cover the embarrassed look spreading across his face.
“What is this?” Ayato growled through his hands, only raising his gaze after a moment to look at the man who stood before him, fidgeting with his shirt, twisting the end so much it had become wrinkled.
“I-i-it’s for me to w-w-wear for y-y-you.” Thoma stuttered out, he was looking down at his feet. Ayato could only see the top of his head, but he could see the tips of Thoma’s ears as red as a dendrobium.
It took everything in Ayato’s willpower to not immediately jump Thoma. He wanted to tear off his clothes, pin him down, and make him cry.
No, let’s wait and see where this goes.
The Yashiro Commissioner put an arm behind himself, reclining onto the bed and taking in the look of his squirming housekeeper. He thought about what to do for a time before reaching out his hand to Thoma, motioning for him to come closer. Thoma took a few steps forward and took Ayato’s hand, his master’s long fingers intertwining with his own as Ayato snaked his arm around Thoma’s waist, pulling him in close.
“Are you sure?” Ayato breathed, burying his face in Thoma’s chest, soaking in his scent. Thoma shuddered against him, his breath hitching in his throat as he held back a gasp. Ayato looked up into Thoma’s eyes.
Thoma’s eyes were red, and so was his face. He had just barely been able to nod before Thoma crossed his arms to take off his top. He snatched the uniform from the bed and slipped it on over his head. It fit him perfectly, the way it hugged his waist, the skirt flaring out right above his hips, the white collar snug against his slender neck, the way the chest was cut out to reveal his cleavage, everything about this was perfect.
The housekeeper bent down, slipping his pants off underneath the skirt. Even Thoma’s chest was red with a blush, making it impossible to hide his embarrassment. He turned his back to Ayato and pulled his hair to the side, revealing the zipper that was undone. Ayato leaned forward and pulled the zipper up, dragging his fingernails up Thoma’s spine as he helped him. Thoma’s breath caught, suddenly feeling the heat he hadn’t felt before in his lower stomach that was spreading downwards.
Once he was fully dressed he turned to face Ayato, face buried in his hands, he was shaking. His legs felt weak, his heart hammering so loudly that surely it would beat out of his chest. Ayato stood and walked towards Thoma, circling him slowly. Thoma could feel the intensity of his master’s stare all over his body, causing a shiver to go down his spine.
“Show me,” Ayato’s breath was hot on Thoma’s ear. Catching him by surprise, he let out a small gasp. His hands dropped to his sides, still eyeing the floor.
Ayato was standing behind him, touching just the dress. Gentle fingers admired the stitching, following the waist down to the hem, tugging it down, brushing against Thoma’s thigh. Thoma let out a small “eep” but didn’t move, letting his master appreciate him in this uniform.
After Ayato had finished circling, he stood facing Thoma, his violet eyes looking down at his housekeeper. He reached out, tugging at Thoma’s chin, tipping it upwards. Thoma gasped but nervously met his master’s gaze.
“You look beautiful,” Ayato whispered.
Ayato leaned forward, gently placing a kiss on Thoma’s lips. Thoma’s eyes shot wide and his throat bobbed. Suddenly, Ayato’s tongue dragged across Thoma’s lips, sneaking in between them, and forcing himself inside. Thoma gasped again, moans being swallowed into Ayato’s throat as his tongue prodded inside.
Thoma grabbed at Ayato’s chest, gripping the fabric of his white shirt and twisting it desperately. Ayato smiled against Thoma’s lips, he loved how quickly Thoma had become so needy for him. The housekeeper pulled and tugged more on Ayato’s chest, begging his master to touch him and pull him in more.
Without breaking their kiss, Ayato spun them both around and forced Thoma back onto the bed. He lifted his knee, pressing Thoma’s legs apart so he could climb on top of him. Ayato could already feel Thoma’s erection growing underneath the soft fabric of the housekeeper’s skirt.
Since when have you been so delicious, Thoma?
Thoma’s grip on Ayato’s chest turned into a push, finally breaking the kiss. Thoma gasped for air, a trail of saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. “W-w-wait,” He whimpered, eyes just as bleary as those of the maid in the novel. “I c-c-can’t breathe.”
Ayato smiled at his partner “Catch your breath,” He said in a low voice. He sat up on his heels, putting his hands on Thoma’s legs, spreading them further apart, and eliciting a gasp from Thoma’s lips. The commissioner slowly started massaging Thoma’s legs, kneading them softly as he made his way up Thoma’s thighs.
Thoma started to squirm, he could already feel his erection being teased by the soft fabric rubbing against its head. Ayato’s slow work of kneading up his thighs was making Thoma’s head swim. Thoma bucked his hips upwards and moaned, looking for some form of relief. At this, Ayato grabbed under Thoma’s skirt and pushed his hips back down onto the bed. His fingers were just centimeters away from Thoma’s pulsating cock.
Ayato leaned close to Thoma’s ear, holding his hips steady under the skirt.
“Stay still,” He growled low. A chill raced up Thoma’s spine.
Thoma stayed, trying to stay still as Ayato’s thumbs swirled over his hip bones. Soft whimpers escaped his lips, hands gripping and twisting the sheets, tears threatening at the corners of his eyes, trying desperately not to squirm. “M-master...” Thoma begged, pulling at the bedding “P-p-please, j-just- mmph- l-let me-”
His begging was swallowed by Ayato, tongue darting in and out of Thoma’s mouth. Ayato could feel his need for Thoma, he wanted him, and he was hungry for him. Thoma shuddered underneath him, whimpers and moans captured deep in Ayato’s throat. Ayato felt the wetness spread across Thoma’s hips under his skirt. Surprised, he withdrew from their kiss, admiring the panting mess he left behind.
“Did you just cum?” He cooed, half-shocked, half-pleased. A vicious smile grew across his face. Seeing Thoma drooling, eyes red, chest heaving up and down. “What a good boy.”
Archon’s, no one else is ever allowed to see this.
Ayato’s own erection felt like it was about the burst, he palmed himself through his pants, hissing out a breath as he finally gave himself some form of relief. Ayato raised Thoma’s skirt, humming in appreciation of the wet mess he had created without ever touching Thoma’s cock, which was still erect even after creating this masterpiece.
The commissioner leaned down, kissing the skin left exposed thanks to the open window cut into the front of the uniform. “W-wait m-master hnng-” Thoma moaned again as Ayato licked and sucked on his chest “I-I j-just finished, g-give me a second.”
“Mnn” Ayato hummed against Thoma’s skin before looking up into the green tear-stained eyes. “Okay…”. He pulled away, readjusting his left arm as he braced himself over Thoma. His right hand swept over the mess Thoma had created on his hips, causing Thoma’s eyes to shoot wide again and gasp.
“One.”
Rubbing the sticky liquid over his fingers to ease the friction, Ayato slipped his finger into Thoma’s hole. Thoma arched off the bed, hands shooting up to Ayato’s sleeves, grabbing pleading for more.
“Archon’s Thoma, since when have you been this sexy.” Ayato teased in Thoma’s ear, licking and nipping at his earlobe.
Thoma gasped and writhed, tightly holding on to Ayato while shaking his head back and forth. “I-I-I’m not- ah- sure.” He whimpered, looking into his master’s purple-hued eyes. Thoma finally understood the image in the novel, he wanted to do that for Ayato. But he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to or even could move to recreate the image. His mind was blank, all he could do was receive the immense pleasure his master was giving him.
“Two,” Ayato growled into Thoma’s neck, slipping a second finger inside, scissoring his fingers open and closed to stretch Thoma further. Thoma’s back arched off the bed again.
“Didn’t I tell you not to move?”
It was a question, but the way Ayato said it sounded more like a warning. Thoma released his master’s sleeve, returning his hands to the sheets as he pulled his knees up to give his master a better angle to explore further inside him. His hips were shaking, his erection at full mast, dripping with precum.
His chest rose and fell to the rhythm of Ayato’s fingers. Thoma’s excited pants and the lewd sounds coming from Thoma’s hole filled the night’s silence in the dark room. He wanted to writhe, he wanted to push Ayato’s fingers in deeper, he wanted Ayato to fuck him.
Thoma obeying Ayato’s command was driving him crazy. With him laying there, completely under Ayato’s control, was so fucking intoxicating. Ayato withdrew his fingers and Thoma let out a wanton gasp, needing to have something fill him back up again. But he didn’t move, whine, or cry.
“Good boy,” Ayato cooed, kissing Thoma’s cheek and tasting the tears on them. “I’ll give you what you want.”
Ayato righted himself in between Thoma’s legs. He slipped off his shirt and freed his own dripping arousal from his pants. He shot a look at his partner; Thoma was, in every way, a mess. Shame, I wonder if this uniform is salvageable. He smiled at the thought.
“Master,” Thoma’s voice was wavering. The tears falling from his eyes made him look all the more beautiful, sweat-smeared forehead. His chest heaved up and down, his neck and chest riddled with red kiss marks. “P-please-”
The commissioner’s gaze turned soft, Thoma acting cute was nothing new, but this situation was. “Yes, Thoma?”
“Can I move for a second?”
Ayato smiled. “Of course, anything you need for us to get started.” Ayato purred, scooting slightly backward so Thoma could reposition himself.
Thoma’s cheeks hued pink. He was sure his face had stayed red since the moment he had entered Ayato’s chambers. Thoma raised his legs again, reaching his hands around, cupping each side of his ass, and stretching himself wide. Presenting himself to Ayato.
“I-I-I’m r-ready,” Thoma said, he forced himself to look Ayato directly in the eyes.
If it weren’t for Thoma’s moans, Ayato was sure the entirety of the Kamisato Estate could hear his sanity snap.
–
Thoma being forward, presenting himself to Ayato like this made the commissioner’s head spin.
“Oh, Thoma,” He groaned, using his hand to slick his wet arousal along his shaft “you have no idea what you’ve just done.”
Thoma, in fact, didn’t know what he had just done. He just wanted to give Ayato exactly what he wanted. With his hole ready and twitching, inviting Ayato to take him in, make Thoma all his, and fill him up with his cum until he was used up, wasted.
“I’m going in,” Ayato growled and Thoma whimpered in response, gnawing on his lower lip as his master pressed the head of his cock inside of him. The pressure was far more than Thoma was anticipating, his hole spreading to its limit. The tension knocked Thoma completely over the edge. He threw his head back, groaning loudly. Fuck.
Ayato watched his partner take him in, slowly easing himself into Thoma and rocking his hips forward until he was inside “Archon’s Thoma.” He growled deep in his throat, his hand’s on Thoma’s knees pushing them up to his chest.
With Thoma’s ass up in the air and hands spreading himself apart, it left him little room to be able to squirm away. His breath was ragged, the pressure building inside him from just taking Ayato’s dick to its hilt was enough to make him cum again. Thoma wanted so much to be good, but his hips and legs were shaking despite his best efforts.
Ayato raised one hand to push his hair out of his face. Thoma was shuddering inside as if he was already about to release again, his face twisted in a lovely shade of pain and pleasure.
Thoma dropped his hands to the sheets again, gripping them hard as Ayato started to move. Slowly at first, then faster and more frenzied. Thoma’s moans crescendoed throughout the room as Ayato’s pace increased.
“M-master, hnng-” He whimpered, eyes squeezed shut as Ayato pounded into him, pace not letting up for a second.
Ayato’s hands dropped to Thoma’s hips, pushing himself deeper inside. “Yes, my love.” Ayato crooned.
Hearing Ayato using a pet name made Thoma’s vision go white. His eyes shot open and he felt himself come undone. He couldn’t help it, squirming helplessly under the hands of his master, who held him fast as his orgasm tore through him. Rolling on his neck and arching his back. Thoma was begging as his cock pulsed, his cum roped over his chest and face. The uniform ruined with Thoma’s release.
Ayato watched his partner come undone, a sadistic smile spreading across his face. His eyes danced as Thoma squirmed and moaned underneath him. He grabbed Thoma’s face and leaned down, kissing him. He lapped up some of Thoma’s cum that had hit his face and pushed it into Thoma’s mouth, swirling it between their tongues. When he withdrew he held Thoma’s face firm.
“Swallow.” He commanded.
Thoma’s throat bobbed and he swallowed obediently.
Ayato’s eyes sparkled. “Good boy.”
Thoma moaned at this, green eyes hooded with pleasure. He had been told he was a “good boy” before, but this kind of praise was something different. The way it made his lower half throb was far more carnal, a side of himself that he had never seen before.
Seeing the reaction to his praise just threw Ayato further into a fever. He released Thoma’s face and returned his hand to Thoma’s hip. Thoma grabbed at Ayato’s back to hold on, fingertips digging helplessly, leaving red marks behind as his master fucked him hard.
Ayato snatched both of Thoma’s hands in his and pinned them above his head. Ayato’s brow furrowed as he looked directly into Thoma’s eyes.
“No,” He scolded, shifting his grip lower to hold his wrists. The pale skin of his lover was bruised immediately under his grasp. Thoma moaned and stayed, his hands not moving even when Ayato’s grip loosened.
Thoma was breaking. Ayato was hitting somewhere so deep inside him that he couldn’t believe he didn’t know about this kind of pleasure until now. His eyes were still hooded, bleary, and stained by tears.
Ayato’s stare never wavering as he kept up his rhythm, “You like being called a ‘good boy’, and I know- mmph- you like it when I fuck you right here.” Ayato rutted deep against Thoma, his hooded eyes shot open as Ayato hit the spot directly. Thoma tried to stay, he kept his arms above his head but he couldn’t control his hips as he moved so that Ayato’s cock rubbed that same spot repeatedly.
“M-master- hnng-” Thoma sobbed. His body moved without his consent as he wore on the same spot continuously, using Ayato as nothing more than a tool. “I-I c-c-can’t- hnng- stop.”
“Mnnn,” Ayato purred, watching as Thoma struggled and sobbed. “Now that’s not how you serve your master, is it Thoma?”
Tears poured out of Thoma’s eyes, he knew he needed to stop, but his body wasn’t listening to him. Ayato probably wasn’t enjoying this as much as he was. Thoma felt the pressure building inside of him again as he slowly climbed to his third climax. Just as he felt he was about to reach it Ayato’s hands caught Thoma’s hips, stopping him and his climax entirely. Thoma whined and tried to move but Ayato’s grip only tightened on him, leaving bruised indents behind.
“Now now, Thoma,” chided Ayato, cocking his head to one side. His long blue hair fell over his shoulder as he peered down at his begging housekeeper. The boy’s eyes were puffy, there were traces of his release still splattered across his face, and he was completely at Ayato’s mercy. “Tsk, you should really ask permission first. I gave you the first two, but just using me to get yourself off,” Ayato’s tone was teasing, but something underneath made him sound much more dangerous “You wound me.”
Thoma winced, he tried to get away and pull Ayato’s erection from inside him. But his master’s grip was too strong and Thoma had almost no energy left from cumming twice and being denied the third time. “I-I-I’m sorry,” He whimpered, “I’ll stop, I’ll be good. Please, master.”
The commissioner had taken into account the fact that Thoma was listening some; his arms which had been pinned prior, but were now free, were still seated above Thoma’s head. He chuckled low, and Thoma felt a shiver creep up his spine.
“After I cum, then you can get your release,” Ayato said, slowly rocking his hips into Thoma. The movement returning inside Thoma caused him to moan and roll back on his neck in ecstasy, the pleasure finally returning as Ayato slowly dragged the head of his cock over Thoma’s sensitive spot. Thoma didn’t dare move, he let Ayato take him leisurely and deep as he let the tortuously slow movements of his master consume him.
Ayato kept up the unhurried pace, even knowing it tormented them both. But the reaction of Thoma laying submissively in front of him; whimpering at each thrust, trying to hold himself back from his climax. That was enough for Ayato.
Thoma was reaching his limit, a cold sweat broke out on his back, drenching the ruined uniform. He was biting his lip, trying everything he could to hold out for Ayato’s release. His master saw this, thrusting forward abruptly causing Thoma to release his lip and gasp.
“I’m almost there,” Ayato panted, smiling softly at his partner “Just hold on a little longer.”
Hearing this ripped a moan from Thoma’s lips as Ayato’s pace increased again, not always hitting Thoma’s sensitive spot but still the pressure was building. Ayato’s frantic pace drove Thoma closer and closer.
“M-master hnng-” Thoma mewled, keeping his entire body as still as he possibly could, “S-stop, I’ll c-c-cum again.”
Ayato moved his hand from Thoma’s hip to his cock, causing Thoma to arch off the bed. He was blocking Thoma’s front, thumb pressing deep into his slit.
“N-no,” Thoma cried, stilling himself as best he could. He turned his face to the side, burying it in his upper arm. “T-t-that hurts.”
Ayato dropped Thoma’s hips, keeping the pace while also blocking Thoma’s climax. His free hand grabbed Thoma’s face, forcing him to look directly at Ayato. Thoma’s eyes were startled open.
“You’re going to look at me, and we are going to cum together,” Ayato growled.
Thoma couldn’t hold it anymore, he wailed and bucked off the bed in Ayato’s hand. His denied orgasm shot his cum up onto Ayato’s past stomach, painting his chest white. Ayato growled deeply, pushing himself further inside him. Thoma squirmed as he felt Ayato release himself inside, pulsing deep in Thoma’s belly.
Ayato collapsed on top of Thoma’s chest, fighting to catch his breath. Thoma remained, unsure if he was allowed to move yet or not. Blue and copper hair tangled together on the sheets of the completely disheveled bed.
After a few moments, Thoma raised his head. “Master?” He lifted his arms to place them on Ayato’s back. The commissioner started, raising his head slowly to meet Thoma’s eyes. “Are you okay?”
Ayato chuckled and nuzzled the exposed skin of Thoma’s chest.
“More than okay, I’m far more than okay.” Ayato pushed himself up, exposing the brutal mess that they had made together. “I love you, Thoma.”
Thoma smiled wide, not even regarding how sloppy they both were. He brought his arms from his master’s back, wrapping them around Ayato’s neck, and pulling him in to kiss him gently on the lips.
“I love you too, Master!”