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Kawase was far from naïve. He understood that every good thing came with its own cost. Naturally, free room and board along with a guaranteed acceptance into a prestigious university would come with strings attached. Since Kawase gave up living his life for himself long ago, the price to be paid didn't matter; only someone like him could endure whatever life threw at him with a smile on his face.
Suspicious by nature, Kawase couldn't believe that such an opportunity had fallen into his lap, but it was an offer too good to pass up. If the proposal really had been out of the goodness of the old man's heart, Kawase would’ve reaped the benefits and felt no guilt whatsoever. How foolish does one have to be to see a stranger on a train and offer them a place to stay and a college education? To even suggest adoption on the same day to that same stranger? As a man in his late 70s, he should’ve recognized the risks of trusting someone he barely knows, and no one could’ve blamed Kawase for exploiting that trust. If it’s what Ikeda wanted, he could’ve played the part of a dutiful, caring son.
But if there was something more to this, it would still put him on the path he needed to be on. It was as simple as that.
So when, as expected, casual pleasantries over breakfast became shoulder caresses that lasted a little too long became inappropriate groping, it quickly became apparent what type of strings were attached to Ikeda-san’s “generosity”. Kawase wasn’t a very sentimental man, so having all his “first times” be stolen by a man five decades older wasn’t as big of a loss for him as it might have been for others.
This was the price, and Kawase obediently paid in full.
Kawase was glad he had sabotaged Tamamori’s chances at being adopted by unlocking his luggage in the train that day. He wasn’t cut out for this kind of life.
Looking back, it was as though God himself intentionally placed Ikeda on the same train as Kawase as a form of divine punishment. Of all the days Ikeda could have traveled, of all the time slots the train ran, of all of the locations to travel to and train cars to ride in… With the infinitely large number of variables aligning so perfectly—the former head of the exact department from the very university Kawase wanted to attend, on the same train at the exact same moment, offering him the deal of a lifetime—how could it be anything other than the deliberate hand of a god?
Serving those he owed something to was the only reasonable path he could see, and if paying back Hanazawa required taking on additional loans along the way, then so be it. If his life wasn’t worth anything to himself, at least he could try to be worth something to someone else.
That’s the life Kawase truly believed he deserved.
It wasn't that Kawase hated touch. No, Kawase was just like any other human after all. It’s just that nothing good ever came from the touch of another human being. His father’s tight grip on his arm. The merciless fist that struck Kawase’s face and body. The sharp sting of when the village doctor applied antiseptic to his beaten flesh the next day. Kawase found himself thinking back to those moments as Ikeda-san’s lips pressed against the right side of Kawase’s neck below his jaw.
Having just returned from his afternoon classes, Kawase was still wearing his school uniform. He reclined on his back in Ikeda's bed, with Ikeda lying on his side to Kawase's right, dressed in his house kimono. Ikeda continued to kiss and suck on Kawase’s neck and was careful not to leave any marks where they could be seen. Ikeda’s breath was hot against Kawase’s throat and the warm wetness lingered at the parts Ikeda had moved on from.
Ikeda’s hand reached down, fluidly undid the buttons of his school uniform, and slipped his hands into Kawase's white undershirt. The older man’s hands explored Kawase’s smooth skin, groped at his chest, and used the opportunity to brush his thumb against Kawase’s nipples. The sensation wasn't really all that pleasurable, but the feeling of Ikeda’s cold hands on his body sent a shiver up his spine.
Ikeda pulled away from Kawase’s neck and paused. Kawase took that as his signal to turn his head for a kiss. After a few gentle pecks on the lips, Kawase took the initiative to open his jaw a little wider and press his tongue against Ikeda’s. Ikeda hummed happily, greedily taking the invitation to deepen the kiss. Meanwhile, Ikeda undid Kawase’s belt with a single hand and slipped the hand into Kawase’s pants to rub against his crotch.
Kawase would have preferred not to do this. The first few times Ikeda had touched Kawase, Kawase scrubbed his whole body until his skin turned bright red. The first time they kissed with tongue, he gargled with salt water until his throat was raw. That same underlying disgust still lingered quietly in the back of his mind and he forcefully swallowed back the nausea that was building in the back of his throat.
Despite that, a louder and more present part of him ached for the stimulation. Kawase couldn't really refuse anyway, and since it was going to happen whether he wanted it or not, Kawase suppressed the feelings of discomfort and surrendered to pleasure. Ikeda would be happier this way. He rolled his hips forward, grinding into Ikeda’s hand, silently begging for more.
“It was no fun if Kawase didn't enjoy himself, too.” Ikeda had said once in their earlier sessions. “Besides, it would be immature of me to only indulge myself, no?”
When he responded to Kawase’s request by pulling Kawase’s black fundoshi down and fondling Kawase’s dick, taking extra care to rub at his favorite spots, it wasn't long before soft pants escaped from Kawase and into Ikeda's mouth. The skilled and practiced hands of someone with years of medical knowledge worked Kawase to his full length and stroked his cock with calculated precision.
The precum that leaked out from him was significant enough now that each pump made an indecent wet noise. Kawase was throbbing against Ikeda’s palm and a pressure began to build in the pit of his stomach, but right before it could reach the tipping point, Ikeda removed his hand.
Kawase let out a low, frustrated groan as the breath he had been holding was released from his lungs. His climax slipped away and he looked at Ikeda with half-lidded eyes. Ikeda met his gaze with a playful smirk and waited a moment before his fingers curled around Kawase’s shaft again. Ikeda picked up where he left off and Kawase tried to not let his desperation show. This time, as he rounded the point of no return, Kawase bucked his hips upwards.
“A-ah..”
Kawase moaned quietly and his hips jerked into Ikeda’s hand as ropes of cum fell against his abdomen. His body shook with pleasure and he sighed once he was spent. Ikeda let him bathe in the afterglow for only a brief moment before he rubbed his thumb against Kawase’s sensitive glans, causing Kawase’s body to shudder at the overstimulation. Ikeda grinned widely while he watched the boy squirm beneath his touch. After a few torturous moments, Ikeda seemed to have had his fill, and let Kawase free from his grasp.
Ikeda took a cloth and carefully wiped the mess off of Kawase. After that, he sat on the side of the bed and he motioned for the boy to sit on the floor in front of him. Kawase slid his fundoshi and pants back up, then climbed off the bed to kneel between the man's legs.
“Lift up your chin, Eiichi-kun.”
Kawase did as he was told and tilted his jaw upward. Ikeda looped a red collar around his neck, fastened it closed, hooked a leash around the ring and held the end in one of his hands. The collar fit snugly around his throat and Kawase could feel his heartbeat gently pulse against the leather.
Wordlessly, Kawase spread apart Ikeda’s kimono and used his hands to work at Ikeda’s half-hard cock through the fabric of his white fundoshi. Despite being later in his years, Ikeda’s dick worked just fine, though it took a bit of coaxing. The older man let out a pleased exhale through his nose, spreading his legs further and smiling while he peered down at Kawase with a glint of hunger in his eyes.
The countless times they had done this over the last year had made Kawase adept at it, so it didn't take too long before Ikeda’s hard length strained against the undergarments confining it. Kawase loosened the fundoshi and pulled it down to the floor. Ikeda's now free dick sprang out and hung mere inches away from Kawase’s face. Kawase pressed his lips against the tip before gingerly lapping against the underside of the now exposed head.
Kawase wished that they could've waited until after they had bathed. Clean skin and hair couldn't offset the filth of the actions they were engaging in, but at least he wouldn't have to taste the grime of the day that had seeped out from Ikeda’s pores. He steeled himself as saltiness spread over his tongue when he took Ikeda further into his mouth. He breathed through his nose and flattened his tongue to apply pressure to the frenulum while he bobbed his head.
Kawase’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked and he looked up at Ikeda. Ikeda’s flushed face looked down at him and it was clear he was overcome with lust. When the younger man moved his tongue even more, he could hear Ikeda’s breath hitch.
Ikeda placed a hand on Kawase’s head and stopped him from moving. Kawase, puzzled, pulled his head back and Ikeda’s dick popped out of his mouth.
“That’s enough, Eiichi-kun.” Ikeda announced, his voice low and seductive. “Could you get yourself ready for me?”
Kawase slipped his already undone top off his shoulders and to the ground and quickly worked to remove the undershirt. His pants and fundoshi followed, the belt clattering on the wooden floor. He climbed back onto the bed and positioned himself face down and ass up. Ikeda reached into a bedside drawer and dribbled surgical jelly in between his spread cheeks. Kawase reached back and covered his fingers in the lube while he rubbed the slick fluid around. He pressed into his own hole with one finger, his first knuckle disappearing into the tight ring of flesh. He could feel the warmth of his insides and slipped his second knuckle in. He played with himself for a few moments with one finger, and then he pushed in another and worked himself open, deliberately showing off each motion to the older gentleman that was watching his every move.
Ikeda seemed pleased at the performance. He climbed behind Kawase and undid his kimono. Now both of them were now fully unclothed. Ikeda’s cock, still a little wet with Kawase’s spit, pushed against Kawase’s fingers. Kawase removed his hand and Ikeda teased himself against Kawase’s loosened ass, rubbing the remaining lube against his length. Ikeda began to push the tip inside. Kawase’s slender fingers were nothing compared to the girth of a grown man's dick. As his hole stretched to accommodate, he let out an uncomfortable grunt. Ikeda slowly pushed the rest of the way in, letting out a content sigh when he had sheathed himself completely. The initial stretch was always the worst, but once Ikeda started to move, the discomfort slowly faded. They found themselves at a comfortable rhythm and the leash and collar jingled quietly.
Kawase heard Ikeda wrap the dangling leash around his hand until there was no more slack. Without warning, he yanked on the leash and the collar dug into Kawase’s neck. The sudden force against his windpipe caused him to gag loudly. Ikeda held the leash even tighter now and pulled back harder causing Kawase to tilt his head back and push his body upwards. This did little to relieve the choking. Tears welled up in Kawase’s eyes as he struggled to breathe.
Ikeda dick pounded into him as his vision filled with spots. He was getting light headed. His face felt hot. Drool began to dribble out of his mouth, which had been hanging open for a while, as lungs fought to get every ounce of air it could. A euphoric high started to take over him and his eyes began to roll to the back of his skull. The combination of his back arched like this and the curve of Ikeda’s dick caused each thrust to brush up against his sweet spot which made Kawase see even more stars. If not for the red leather secured around his neck, he would’ve let out a deep moan. All he could do instead was gurgle with pleasure while the collar pulled at his throat in one direction and Ikeda’s hand pushed the rest of his body in the other. Kawase’s cock bounced pitifully against his stomach, aching to be touched again.
“Ahh, Eiichi-kun, you’re so good..!”
His breathing, which had become ragged and uneven, showed how close Ikeda had come to unraveling. His usual calm voice and demeanor had been replaced with something more frantic, more desperate. The crude sound of skin slapping against skin, lustful pants, and Kawase’s choking echoed in the spacious room.
He couldn't think straight; all Kawase could focus on was the indescribable pleasure while Ikeda continued to slam into him. Half-conscious, Kawase sputtered something incomprehensible, and the white hot heat that had been coiling tightly below his navel released all at once as Kawase came again. His ass and cock spasmed at the stimulation.
Kawase’s hole tightening around Ikeda pushed Ikeda over the edge as well. With a sharp cry, Ikeda let go of the leash and Kawase lurched forward like a marionette whose strings had been cut. Kawase's mind, which had been floating somewhere high in the clouds, was forcefully dragged back to earth and crashed into the ground. He instinctively reached for his throat and began to cough and gasp for air. Ikeda continued to jerk his hips, gripping onto Kawase’s body tightly as he spilled his seed deep within the younger man.
Ikeda’s loud moans slowly died down after a few final strokes, and once he was done, he slid out with a satisfied sigh. Cum oozed out from Kawase’s abused ass and his own dick twitched, the last few drops of fluid dribbling out of the tip.
Exhausted, Kawase closed his eyes and focused on breathing. Each inhale burned and was raspy. Ikeda reached over with one hand and gently petted Kawase’s sweat-slick hair.
“Good boy.”