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Souma sighed as he finished arranging the teaware for today's Kaori meeting. He knew well that Mikejima-dono was often far too busy with his work to make regular appearances, and that Suou had announced far in advance his projected absence at this week's meeting. Yet he sat in seiza, alone on the tatami mat as the clock ticked ever closer to the projected meeting time.
Oukawa was set to bring the wagashi–some kuzumochi for the season–but even he had far surpassed the timely attendance requested of a circle member who would be preparing the food. And worst of all, the typically punctual Adonis-dono was nowhere to be seen.
He sat in silence, fiddling with the chashaku as it laid atop the chawan. The summer heat penetrated through the paper screens of the Japanese style room, prompting sweat to trickle down the nape of his neck, ever so prominent a sensation in the empty room. He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt to try and cool himself off. Even then, the steam from the near-boiling water caused perspiration to gather at the corners of his eyes, and he was beginning to wonder why he'd even decided to stay here tormenting himself in the heat when it was clear as the water in the pot beneath him that he'd be alone. What an unpleasant day this was.
Just as Souma had resigned himself to a solitary sadou, he felt himself jump at the slick sound of the sliding screen door being pulled to its limits. Standing before him in the doorframe, illuminated by the backdrop of the hot summer sun as though he were some guardian deity descended upon poor Souma’s clubroom, was Adonis-dono.
Souma smiled coyly, looking at the panting Adonis, sweat trickling down his forehead in a steady stream, a paper bag clutched tight in his hands.
“I'm sorry I'm late.”
“Did you run here?”
Adonis nodded as if it were second nature, gently closing the sliding door behind him and stepping out of his shoes. The usually cool tatami mats offered no relief from the heat, and Adonis dragged his handkerchief across his face as he choked out his elaboration.
“Oukawa told me that he wasn't coming when I was on my way out.” Adonis settled down across from Souma, setting down the paper bag next to the powdered tea. “He said he messaged you on HoldHands, but decided to let me know just in case. But someone would have had to bring the wagashi, so I… I took a detour.”
Souma internally cursed himself for not checking his phone, as was a habit of his. “I don't suppose you messaged me as well…?”
“Well,” Adonis replied between his quickened breaths, taking the kuzumochi (and some additional sweets) from his bag, “I did, to tell you I'd be late. But I know you don't look at your phone very often, and I didn't want to miss you. So I ran here.”
Souma frowned, taking his own handkerchief from his side and swiping it across Adonis’s face as he watched him settle into seiza.
“I am very sorry. I've troubled you for no reason.”
“You don't need to be sorry,” Adonis said, leaning into Souma’s touch. “I'm the one who's troubled you.”
Souma smiled at Adonis’s thoughtfulness, watching the way his eyelashes twitched as he closed his eyes, letting Souma wipe his handkerchief across them. The reach was straining Souma’s arm, so he shifted away from his tea service setup, moving closer to Adonis’s side and gazing intently at the red flush of his face in the heat. Adonis let out a slight chuckle, and Souma watched as he opened one of his eyes to peek at the pink tinge of Souma's cheeks.
“I suppose it's just us, then,” Souma said, lowering his hand to his side and watching as Adonis swatted away the steam of the water.
Adonis replied with a quiet “mhm” as he fiddled with the kuzumochi packaging.
The two, now graduated, had been romantically involved since the summer of their second year, so they were no stranger to being alone together. Not to mention this was definitely not the first time they had had a circle meeting with just the two of them. They were the co-founders–more often than not, it was just the two of them at their weekly meetings. Yet there was something about the heat, heavy and blanket-like and the first of its kind this year as early summer started to creep into midsummer. There was something about the heavy wall of steam that seemed to put up a sheer partition between the two of them, almost as if it was enticing Souma to stick his hand through it and drag Adonis’s clouded face clear into his vision. There was something about this hazy, heavy, sticky heat, and Souma felt entirely detached from the tea ceremony practice they were supposed to be starting.
He was drawn out of this humid haze by the sharp sound of a plastic container being opened, and he then noticed that Adonis had removed the kuzumochi from its packaging, placing it delicately on the plates Souma had arranged.
Having momentarily regained his reasoning, Souma cleared his throat, embarrassed at his wandering mind, and readjusted his slouch back into the proper seiza.
“My apologies. I find it hard to focus when the weather starts to get this way…” He returned to the tea master position, pretending not to notice the slight frown on Adonis’s face as he watched Souma shift away from him. “You have gone through so much trouble to prepare these wagashi for today, and it would be wrong of me to suggest anything other than a proper tea ceremony.”
“I really don't mind if it's too much for you, Kanzaki.”
“Nay, I insist. Allow me to serve you.”
Souma went through the proper motions to prepare and serve the tea, being careful not to break his concentration despite the sweat gathering in the corners of his eyes and nape of his neck. The last thing he wanted to do was provide a distraction from proper procedure for his dear Adonis-dono, who had always shown such interest and eagerness when it came to Souma’s hobbies, especially since they were so closely aligned with his own.
Yet as he prepared for Adonis to receive the tea, he could not help but notice a slight strain in his spoken receival, a slight furrow in his brow.
“Adonis-dono? Is something wrong?”
“I'm okay,” he answered, though Souma certainly heard the heavy exhale that prefaced it. “My legs are just… starting to go a little numb.”
Souma realized then that Adonis hadn't shifted from his seiza position since he'd entered the room. Although this wouldn't be an issue for Souma, as he'd practically been in seiza since the moment he'd left the womb, he knew well that Adonis struggled.
“My deepest apologies! I should have been more mindful!” Souma frantically lowered his head in a bow of apology, hearing Adonis’s quiet noises of objection.
“You don't need to apologize for my weakness, Kanzaki. I want to improve my seiza.”
“Well, allow me to help you, then! I cannot stand idly by while you are in pain. It pains me just as much.”
Souma heard Adonis chuckle as he rushed over to his side and began to intently stare at his legs. …Perhaps a bit too intently. Had they always been so thick? Souma thought to himself. Souma's own legs were on the leaner side–he knew well that he had been a bit underweight, something that had changed as he'd spent more time with Adonis, but perhaps that was why seiza was easier for him and more difficult for Adonis. Maybe it was the size of his legs. Or maybe Souma had just gotten distracted again, staring at the slight sweat marks on the clothing folds at the inside of Adonis’s knees.
“... I'm a little embarrassed, Kanzaki.”
“And why is that?” Souma straightened his posture, redirecting his gaze into Adonis’s eyes. “There is nothing to be ashamed of. Many people find it difficult to stay in seiza for long periods of time.”
“It's just… You're staring. Is my form really that bad?”
“No, not at all!” Souma waved his hands in front of his face forcefully, refuting. “I was simply trying to ascertain what might be wrong. Nothing about your form is glaringly out of place. Though, if I may…”
Souma placed his hands on the bend of Adonis’s knee, gently tugging his leg outward. “You can widen your legs slightly. There is no need to have them squeezed so tightly as a man.”
Adonis had averted his gaze as Souma had bent down to the height of his legs.
“I'm sorry. I was just trying to mirror you, Kanzaki.”
Souma blushed.
“Ah… well… my…” Souma stuttered and cleared his throat. “I am much… smaller than you are, so I can more comfortably… compress my legs…”
Between his blush, the heavy blanket of heat, and the steam from Adonis’s tea drifting up directly into his face, he felt like he might explode. Sweat continued to trickle down the nape of his neck.
When Souma felt Adonis run his handkerchief along Souma’s own flushed neck, he felt he was truly done for.
He wasn't sure if it was the heat, Adonis’s touch, the fact that they were alone, the fact that Adonis had gone so far out of his way to do something so nice for him, or what. But by God, he wanted him.
“Kanzaki? Are you okay?”
“I am… I am fine.” Souma raised his head, hoping that the blush on his cheek would appear as if it were due to the heat. “I simply…” A sigh of self-resignation left his mouth. “May I kiss you?”
Adonis smiled shyly, running his hand against Souma’s hair as his face drifted closer. “Yes.”
Souma immediately went in for the kiss, leaning over Adonis’s rigid body and pressing his lips against Adonis’s. He couldn't stop himself from climbing atop Adonis’s lap, pressing himself against him, feeling their body heats intertwine and mix with the dense heat around them. Souma felt a hot flutter in his stomach as Adonis embraced him, and his hands ran down his back and pulled him inwards, only sending him deeper into his haze. Letting his excitement get the better of him, he started to nip at Adonis’s bottom lip, licking after each bite as if to show he was sorry for hurting him. Adonis smiled against Souma's lips, and Souma felt Adonis’s hand creep up to rest against the nape of his neck. Adonis lightly brushed the soft pads of his fingers against the base of his neck, flirting with the tiny bit of space between the loose collar of Souma's shirt and his bare skin, and Souma suddenly felt sorry his own fingers were so rough and calloused. To make up for it, he used the gentle touch of his tongue to lick up a drop of sweat that had rolled down Adonis’s face towards the corner of his nose, and Adonis gasped a bit, his fingers slowing in their tracks.
Encouraged by the reaction, Souma, smiling coyly, continued to lick up the sweat that had gathered on Adonis’s face from his run to the meeting room–the sweat from his temple, the lobe of his ear, the corner of his lips, the curve of his chin, the tip of his nose.
He relished in the slight whine he heard from Adonis, all the more encouraged to explore Adonis’s mouth with his tongue, to move his hips even closer to Adonis’s torso, and–
“Ah,” Souma chuckled, drawing his mouth away from Adonis’s, a lewd smile creeping onto his flushed face. “You're rather excited.”
“I'm sorry, Kanzaki…”
“What are you apologizing for?” Souma said as he circled his hand around Adonis’s wrist, pulling it down to the bulge of his own crotch. “I am just as guilty.”
Souma kept his gaze on Adonis’s lust-clouded eyes as he dismounted from his lap, crouching on the floor in front of him and putting his own hair behind his ears.
“You have gone through such trouble, going out of your way to pick up the wagashi…I would love it if you would allow me to return the favor.”
Souma, still deep in his haze, only realized as he was undoing Adonis’s belt that Adonis was still sitting in flawless seiza. Souma glanced upward in shock, studying Adonis’s tightly closed eyes, his furrowed brow, the way he was biting his lip… and the shaky sigh he let out when he realized Souma had stopped in his tracks.
“Are you not in pain, Adonis-dono?”
“...I am. But I want to push through it. Training is the best way to improve at something.”
Souma grinned. “Truly, it is. Well, then allow me to distract you from the pain… I pray it will be sufficient.”
Souma unzipped Adonis’s pants, parting the fabric of his boxers to free his cock. With the heat of the room around them, Souma was sure it didn't provide much relief, but at the very least the pleasure should provide relief from the pain in Adonis’s legs. Keeping this in mind, Souma began to tease the head of Adonis’s cock with his tongue.
“No matter how many times I see it or taste it, it truly is magnificent,” Souma murmured, spitting on his hand and dragging it up Adonis’s length. “And so eager, as well…”
“Haah… Kanzaki…”
Souma took as much of Adonis’s length in his mouth as he could, letting Adonis’s moans and gasps of his name encourage him to take him deeper and further, swirling his tongue around his length, letting the back of his throat hit the head of his cock. The feeling of Adonis’s hands on his head only turned him on even more, and he leaned into the touch, feeling his own pants start to get uncomfortably tight around his crotch with every sinking motion of his mouth on Adonis’s cock. In their years together Souma had gotten far more comfortable with taking so much of him in, but Adonis's length was, in every sense of the word, magnificent. As Souma keened into Adonis's restrained hand movements, he let himself be pushed further by the slightest twitch of Adonis’s hand, moaning as he felt the head of Adonis’s cock in his throat. The vibrations of Souma's little moans had Adonis gripping Souma’s hair, and Souma squirmed at the affection, wanting to milk more and more reactions out of his lover; to be felt and to feel more and more.
“Ka… Kanzaki… Ngh…I’m…”
Unable to respond to his lover’s incomplete plea, Souma gave a hum of approval, narrowing his lips and inhaling as he ran his tongue along the underside of Adonis’s cock. The vibrations and the swirling movements must have been too much for him, as Adonis began to switch from pushing down to pushing away, but Souma, used to Adonis’s embarrassment about his ejaculation, had already locked himself in place, and was humming little songs of praise, begging Adonis to cum.
“Kanzaki…” Adonis drawled. “Please… It's coming… please…!”
Souma, all the more enthusiastic with this verbal confirmation, only increased the ferocity of his movements, and he hummed in satisfaction as he watched Adonis accept his fate from the corner of his eye, seeing him move his hands to cover his face and suppress his moans as he gave Souma his coveted prize, the salty taste mirroring the sweat Souma had licked from Adonis’s face as though it were the nectar of the gods.
Souma pulled himself off of Adonis’s cock, saliva and cum dribbling down his chin, lips pursed as he tried to keep it in the front of his mouth, leaning into Adonis and cupping his face in his hands. He moved in and kissed him, and Adonis gratefully opened his mouth to accept Souma’s gift, his tongue falling slack against Souma's as it pushed forward Adonis’s seed. Souma was a bit sad to let go of his prize, but hearing Adonis moan–and feeling Adonis’s cock against his leg already making its way back to hardness–was more than enough to incentivize him to let it go.
“You have to get your fluids on such a day as this,” Souma said teasingly, pulling away from Adonis, leaving a string of saliva between their mouths. He palmed at Adonis’s half-hard cock, encouraging him to go another round. “I see proper hydration has left you energized as ever.”
“I can't help it,” Adonis moaned, bringing a trembling hand to caress Souma's cheek. “It's so sexy when you take charge like this.”
Souma felt flutters in his stomach at Adonis’s honesty. It was true that he usually veered more towards the submissive side, allowing Adonis to do with him as he wished, but now it was as though he was the one in charge, having let his desire get the best of him. Heat settled in and around his body as his libido increased at Adonis’s comment, and he was suddenly much more aware of the aching pressure in his pants, hastily beginning to undo his belt. Unable to undress from his position on Adonis’s lap, he dismounted. Suddenly regaining an eye towards his surroundings, he noticed Adonis’s lukewarm tea and the discarded wagashi placed near the tea setup.
“Ah. The tea.”
“We can finish it later,” Adonis whined, a hint of neediness in his voice as he shifted uncomfortably in his seiza position.
Suddenly, a stroke of genius.
“Nay, we shall finish it now.”
Souma glanced around the room for something that he could use to take things further–feeling as though he had struck gold seeing a tub of yamaimo paste. Adonis watched him pick it up and peer inside.
“I had wanted to get us nerikiri, but I couldn't on such short notice,” he said, justifying his purchase. “I thought we could try making our own today, but I had trouble finding white bean paste. So I thought…”
Souma saw Adonis’s gaze perk up in understanding as he watched Souma dip a finger into the sticky, slimy white paste, licking it off after deciding he was satisfied with the consistency. Placing the tub on the floor beneath him, Souma pulled off his undone belt, followed shortly by him standing to remove his pants. The release of the fabric, sticky with sweat, from his legs felt better than he was expecting, and he sighed in relief as he removed his boxers and crouched to the floor. He shuffled towards his lover to mount him once more, sliding the yamaimo paste across the mats to playfully touch Adonis’s fingers.
“Please?” Souma's voice was only the slightest bit desperate.
Adonis chuckled in response, swirling his fingers around in the tub. “Now I'm the one in charge again.”
“But I am the one who is training you today,” Souma added, tugging on the collar of Adonis’s shirt to correct his posture, prompting a quiet gasp from Adonis. “Would it not be wise to follow my direction?” Souma, albeit with shaking hands, tugged at the reins of dominance for once. Although they felt foreign in his hands, so used to being commanded and moved at someone else’s whim, there was something particularly pleasurable about watching the (definitely horny) shock in Adonis’s face. Maybe the heat was messing with the receptors of Souma’s brain.
“Mhm,” Adonis responded, a quiet groan of affirmation as he pressed his index and middle finger, slick with yamaimo paste, against Souma’s hole. His other hand, deft as ever, started on undoing the remaining buttons on Souma’s shirt, to which Souma responded with enthusiasm, aiding his lover. Looking at Souma’s bare chest with heavy eyes, Adonis began to kiss at the sensitive skin on Souma’s neck. Souma couldn't keep himself from letting out a quiet noise as Adonis pushed one of his fingers into Souma’s slick hole. With Adonis’s other hand freed from the duty of exposing Souma's chest, he pressed their cocks together, and Souma gasped at the stimulation from both ends as Adonis pressed against his prostate.
“Ah.. Adonis-dono, I…”
“I love the sound of your voice,” he said in response, running his thumb over the wet tip of Souma’s length, and Souma could feel the arousal in his lover’s voice as he leaned into his touch. He had gotten so overwhelmed from the lack of touch, the heat, the erotic tone in Adonis’s voice; it was almost too much for him, even with Adonis’s slow and gentle touch. He had drawn things out for so long, and though what he had planned seemed like it would sooner push him past the edge than it would Adonis, he knew that the endurance and stamina he'd gathered from years of training would keep him able–though as Adonis pressed another finger in him and began to squeeze the small knob of his prostate, he had started to doubt himself.
Hungry with desire and hopelessly bucking his hips into the soft pressure of Adonis’s fingers, Souma leaned into Adonis’s chest, mewling as he bit at his collarbone and the thick skin around it. He felt Adonis’s fingers slow for a moment, heavy exhales blowing hot air onto Souma’s sweating neck. Souma bit harder, almost silently begging Adonis to pick up the pace, to give Souma what he'd been depriving himself of. But Adonis was, as always, far too slow and far too gentle for Souma’s tastes, and Souma resorted to sucking hopelessly on the bite mark he had left on Adonis’s shoulder.
“More,” Souma whined.
“I don't want,” Adonis gasped lightly at the sharp feeling of Souma's teeth, “...to hurt you.”
“I am asking you to.”
Adonis, surely unphased by Souma’s typical masochism, breathed hotly into Souma’s ear, stretching his fingers out as though he were opening a pair of scissors. Souma moaned at the slight sting, at the feeling of being stretched without being filled, impatient as ever as he bucked his hips forward into Adonis’s hands to compensate for the loss.
“Let me at least be a bit gentle,” Adonis whispered, gingerly inserting a third finger into Souma’s loosened hole, and Souma started to forget the situation they were in, the things he had planned, only focused on the stretch of Adonis’s fingers, the wet sounds of the yamaimo paste, so lewd in nature, and the feeling of Adonis’s index finger massaging the spot that made him feel as though he would go blind with pleasure. He emptied his moans into Adonis’s shoulder, drooling and mewling at the slow, drawn-out motions that only served to intensify the euphoria that rushed through his body at every touch. This was bad. He'd be completely derailed at this rate, and he was set on dragging things out for Adonis and watching him squirm in anticipation, not the other way around. He decided he'd torment himself if it meant he would see that, and he pulled his face away from Adonis’s shoulder, drooling and panting, whining slightly at the loss of Adonis's fingers.
“Kanzaki? Is something wrong?”
“You must fix your form,” Souma said, breathlessly, holding Adonis’s head up straight with one hand, holding his cock steady with the other. “I promised that I would help you with your seiza, and that I shall do.”
“Hah, Kanzaki, be carefu-”
Souma heard Adonis’s voice drift off into a moan as he sunk down onto the drooling head of his cock, biting his lip as he felt the stretch he had been longing for. He slowly lowered himself down further, freezing with a sharp moan as he felt the head of Adonis’s cock brush against his swollen prostate, encouraged to keep moving by the almost hiss-like sounds of Adonis biting back his own moans. Souma paused for a moment after he had taken him about halfway, taking a moment to lick at the drops of sweat that had trickled down Adonis’s forehead.
“So… tight,” Adonis groaned, moving his hands to grope at Souma’s ass, and Souma couldn't stop himself from moving down a bit further. “Is it okay? It doesn't–ah–hurt?”
Adonis was cut off midway by Souma nibbling at the lobe of his ear, and Souma enjoyed watching the red flush of his face spread beyond his cheeks as he did.
“I want it to,” Souma said breathlessly, savoring the stinging sensation of being stretched as he continued to take in Adonis’s impressive length. “It has been,” a pause, to plant a gentle kiss on Adonis’s pursed lips, “far too long.”
Souma watched a pout spread across Adonis’s face, and he felt his stomach flare at the sight, followed immediately by a small twinge in his heart, ashamed that it had turned him on so much to see that anxious frown.
“I don't want to hurt you, Kanzaki.”
“I love how dearly you care for me,” said Souma, punctuating his remark with a swing of his hips, letting him sink further down, so close to taking all of Adonis inside of him. “But I promise you, I will take plenty of time to adjust once you are inside me.”
Adonis practically whimpered as Souma leaned in to lick at his pouting lips, teasing at the slight openings at the corners of his mouth, at the cool white teeth just barely reachable beneath. Souma noticed Adonis’s grip on his hips tighten ever so slightly with his slight adjustments, and he leaned into the touch, smiling smugly and inhaling deeply as he slammed his hips down to the base of Adonis’s cock, a wanton cry escaping his lips against his better judgment.
“I forgot,” Souma gasped out, eyes locked with Adonis’s anxious ones, “how long… it was.”
“You're not hurt? You're okay?” Souma could hear Adonis gasp out small moans between his words as Souma tightened his insides around the whole length of Adonis’s sensitive cock.
“Better,” Souma said as though he were pouring the words into Adonis’s mouth, cupping his face in his hands, sweat between the crevices of his fingers intertwining with the condensation on Adonis’s face. “You are… ah… so, so deep inside me… It is as though you were made for me. As if you complete me.”
“Kanzaki… Kanzaki,” Adonis managed to choke out. “I like you… I want you. So much.” Souma heard him gasp as he leaned forward into his embrace, ever so slightly withdrawing from his cock before settling back on.
“You would like me to move?”
“I don't want you to hurt yourself,” Adonis replied, though Souma could see the desperation in his eyes. He imagined having already come once was not making things any easier for him–oh, how perfect indeed.
“Then I shall not,” Souma replied, the shaky tone of his voice betraying his efforts to appear in charge. Unperturbed, he sallied forth as always. “I fear you have forgotten something. Your tea will begin to separate at this rate.”
“...Are you being serious?”
“As ever.”
Souma leaned in close to Adonis, tucking his arms into his body, soft noises leaving his mouth as he adjusted himself. “I had said that it would be wrong of me to not grant you a proper tea ceremony. And I would like to help you become more comfortable with staying in seiza. What better way to do so than to incentivize you in this way?”
Souma watched as Adonis’s eyes darted towards his teacup, hesitant, and he took the opportunity to look down to examine his seiza. He was almost too distracted by the sight of Adonis inside him, something he had been waiting for so long to see, but he set aside the burning pressure in his stomach at seeing the point they were connected to use the strength of his thighs to push Adonis’s calves back under the weight of his thighs. Adonis groaned at the movement, and Souma was sure he was in pain–as much as he wanted to see him whine, he apologized with a squeeze of his insides and a kiss on the curve of Adonis’s jaw, and listened happily as the groan shifted into a moan.
“There you are. You are sitting properly now,” Souma said, looking up at Adonis with lustful eyes, gazing hungrily at the stain of sweat that had gathered at the collar of his shirt. “You have already received your tea, so take care to drink it with the proper technique.”
“Hah… Kanzaki… Right now?”
“You like it when I take charge, yes?”
Adonis shut his eyes and nodded, and Souma could sense his embarrassment–though he was still eager as ever, Souma thought, feeling Adonis buck his hips beneath him. Perhaps another year in their relationship had emboldened them both to move past their learned roles.
“Well, that is hardly proper behavior for a tea ceremony,” Souma teased, lowering his hips with a quick thrust onto Adonis’s twitching ones. “Patience is key. Now drink.”
Souma felt a rush of heat run through his torso as he watched Adonis lean over him to place the teacup on the trembling palm of his left hand. Adonis had always listened when Souma asked things of him, and was happy as ever to oblige, but to have Adonis grant his request so unquestioningly when Souma was being dominant sent him into a high he wasn't sure he had ever felt before. It took everything in him not to give out and chase his pleasure before Adonis did. Yet Souma was determined to see him unravel.
Adonis raised the cup slightly, shakily rotating it to ensure he drank from the proper spot, and Souma watched with rapture as he raised the cup to his unsteady, flushed lips, enamored at the way he almost sucked on the rim of the cup to steady himself; at the way his Adam's apple bobbed with each swallow, so succulent that Souma wanted to lean in and bite it.
He lowered the cup from his mouth with a gasp for air, Souma breathing in his exhale as though he needed it to live. The way he traced his fingers over the rim of the cup was unsteady yet practiced, but his eagerness was clear in his quick rotations of the cup.
“Slowly,” Souma reminded him.
“I'm sorry.”
“You are doing well.” Souma punctuated his praise with a squeeze of his hole.
Adonis exhaled again at the praise as he put his cup down and bowed, and Souma could tell how hard he was trying to hold back his moans, that deep and gorgeous voice that Souma loved so dearly. Yet these certainly had no place in a tea ceremony.
“Ah,” Souma blurted. “I have completely forgotten about the wagashi.”
“You… ate some,” Adonis replied, and Souma couldn't help but chuckle at the teasing grin on his face. “Before you had your… ah, your tea.” Souma tensed his hips to remind Adonis who was in charge.
“Mhm… Though, I suppose I did have my tea before my wagashi after all,” Souma noted, licking at Adonis’s bottom lip to remind him of what he had fed him earlier. Adonis blushed in realization, and Souma felt his length twitch inside of him, wanting to feed him again.
“I helped you drink your tea, and you helped me eat my wagashi… Perhaps I shall help you eat your wagashi as well,” Souma suggested. “Though we have ruined the order, we ought to make this as proper as we are able. It is my fault that I have allowed this heat to distract me.”
Souma reached behind him for the plated kuzumochi, letting out a soft noise as the shift in position caused Adonis’s dick to poke at one of his sensitive spots. Not allowing himself to lose focus, he took a piece of kuzumochi in his hands, and felt his stomach twitch in anticipation as Adonis opened his mouth expectantly, his long eyelashes fluttering as he shut his eyes.
“You are so gorgeous,” Souma sighed, brushing the soft kuzumochi against Adonis’s teeth. “Your beauty always goes straight to this heart of mine.”
Adonis laughed as he opened his eyes, taking an exploratory bite of the kuzumochi in Souma’s careful grasp. “You really are feeling bold today.”
“Now it is I who cannot help it.”
Souma, eager to get somehow closer to Adonis than he already was, replaced the gentle grasp of his fingers with the tentative bite of his sharp teeth, using his tongue to push the kuzumochi further into Adonis’s mouth. The sweet kuromitsu that had decorated his fingers now dripped down the corners of his mouth, and made its way to Adonis’s lips, now sweet and sticky. Souma wanted to lick it all off of him, to savor the taste of the sweet syrup intertwining with the salty tang of his sweat and the humble base of his saliva. He listened hungrily as Adonis chewed on the kuzumochi as it rested between the both of their mouths, the wet, squishy sounds reminding him of how long he had been holding himself back, how much he wanted to here those sounds coming from him, to hear the sounds of Adonis loving him from the inside out. Almost unconsciously, he started to move his hips, whining as Adonis took the rest of the kuzumochi from his mouth and chewed it with shallow gasps.
“You did so well,” Souma praised, though his own impatience was beginning to show. Even still, he was very conscious of the gentle moans Adonis had stopped trying to hide as Souma licked the kuromitsu off his lips.
Souma was caught off guard by the shifting of Adonis’s legs beneath him, as if he were trying, somehow, to make himself more comfortable.
“Does it hurt?”
“Hah… I can handle it.”
Souma grinned to himself at Adonis’s determination, circling his hips one last time before settling back into place, shrugging off his open shirt as he felt sweat gather beneath the fabric. Adonis was still fully clothed.
“You must be hot, Adonis-dono,” Souma said. Though he had intended to tease, he was, in truth, a bit worried. He opted to slide off Adonis’s overshirt, watching as a miniscule sense of relief settled over his body, immediately lessened by the feeling of Souma tightening on him.
“Please, Kanzaki… Don't tease me so much.”
“Shh. You are doing a wonderful job with your seiza training,” Souma said, tugging on the hem of Adonis's tucked shirt to free it from the back of his pants. It was damp with sweat, and Souma relished in Adonis’s sigh as he felt the fabric release itself from his skin. “When it is too much for you, tell me.”
Adonis nodded, a shaky one, certainly not made to seem any more confident by the way in which he bit his lip and propped himself up on trembling arms. Souma took this opportunity to snake his hand under Adonis’s shirt, running his fingers across the curves of his abdomen, the tensed muscles beneath his stomach demonstrating just how hard he trained to gain the strength he had now. Adonis was as admirable as ever even as Souma could hear the shifting sounds of his socks over tatami, clearly approaching his limit. Yet for now, Souma had him here, at his whim, and he was going to take advantage of it.
Souma kept his hand beneath Adonis’s shirt, calloused fingertips tracing over sensitive skin and causing Adonis to shudder in Souma’s grasp. Souma soaked in these full body movements, twitches and shivers, as he leaned in to bite at the succulent flesh of Adonis’s neck, sucking at each set of teeth marks with remorse, kissing at the small indents after he pulled away. Careful not to drive himself too far to the edge, he continued to tighten his muscles to push Adonis ever closer, not moving anything more than his mouth, which crept closer to the collar of Adonis’s shirt, and his hands, which teased at the soft curve of Adonis’s pecs. Souma felt a hand rest atop his head, tugging gently at his paper hair band, urging Souma’s hair to rush forth from its restrained state. Then he felt another hand brush against his length, thumb swiping across the slit, wet with sticky precum, and suddenly Souma was the one mumbling “not fair” against the slick collarbone of his lover.
Souma, his hair loose and his own orgasm suddenly seeming dangerously close, squeezed his thighs tight against Adonis’s sprawling seiza once again, prompting a sharp yelp from the man, followed by a groan of pain and a complete removal of Souma’s loosened hair band as Souma pulled gently on Adonis’s necklace to correct his posture. His hair fell like water and stuck to the moist slick of his naked shoulders.
“I ca- I can't… I can't anymore… Kah… Kanzaki,” Adonis cried, drawing out the last syllable of Souma’s name. “Hurts… It hurts…”
Souma, watching a single tear fall from Adonis’s narrowed eyes, felt as though something in his brain had snapped.
“Shh,” Souma murmured, leaning in to take yet another prize, lapping up the tear from his lover's cheek as though it would grant him eternal life–and in this moment, he was almost sure it would, the high he felt so deeply infiltrating his brain that all he could think about was the beautiful man in front of him. “You have done so well. I shall reward you.”
Souma pushed gently on Adonis's torso, and Adonis let out a trembling sigh as his back touched the mat beneath him, as his legs kicked out from their condensed position, and Souma yelped as he felt his whole body bounce with the upward movement of Adonis’s hips. His own breath started to quicken as he watched Adonis’s tired chest heave; each movement of his torso, which was only slightly visible beneath the shirt Souma had pulled up, was enticing him to give Adonis his reward.
Souma started by pulling himself almost entirely off Adonis’s length, delighting in the needy, muffled whine he heard from his partner as the still-hot air paled in comparison to the tight embrace of Souma’s heat. As he sunk down onto his partner's cock in one swift motion, he couldn't stop himself from letting out a sharp noise, feeling the head of Adonis’s dick brush past his prostate–and he had been holding himself back for so long that it was almost agonizing when the short burst of pleasure left him.
“Allow me to be selfish,” Souma gasped out, starting to move again, watching the flutter of Adonis’s eyelashes as though it were hypnotic. Each movement of his hips was punctuated with a quick moan, his shaking hands steadied against Adonis’s sturdy torso. He began to chase his own pleasure, moving his hips in the rough and hurried way that he liked best, something that Adonis was always so hesitant to do for him. Though he was sure that that was the farthest thing from his lover's mind as Souma had pushed him so far, drawn him so close; and he wanted badly to hear the sounds of Adonis unraveling at his practiced movements, at the way he took charge. Yet Adonis was, as always, much too embarrassed, and through glassy eyes Souma saw the sight of Adonis biting his own hand with unnecessary force, so not even the smallest gasps could escape through the barrier, lips flush against skin. Souma would certainly not be satisfied with low, suppressed groans and short bursts of air from Adonis’s flared nostrils; he had already deprived himself long enough.
“No,” Souma said, leaning down into Adonis’s face as though he were spitting the word into his blocked-off mouth. He circled his hand tightly around Adonis’s wrist, grabbing his other hand–which had moved to cover his eyes–along with it, pinning the two limbs to the coarse tatami beneath them, unable to hold back his own euphoric moan at the sound of Adonis releasing his own surprised whine at being restrained.
“To think you would tell me that you love the sound of my voice, then deprive me of the joy of hearing yours,” Souma managed to say. “Let me hear you.”
Adonis’s expression contorted, from some sort of confusion to what was definitely arousal, and Souma was sure that he himself looked nothing short of deranged, but he was far too aroused to care. He tested his newfound control by continuing the movement of his hips, Adonis’s cock hitting a new angle as he pressed their bodies together. He let his own rapturous moan harmonize with the beautiful moan of his lover, and he felt as though he would lose control before long.
“Good,” Souma said with keen admiration, keeping up the movement of his hips, returning to the speed he so craved as he heard his lover moan with every movement. Taking advantage of how close he had leaned into Adonis, Souma returned to biting at Adonis’s jaw, licking at the lobe of his ear, ensuring that each one of his own moans would be clearly heard. Adonis repaid the favor, bucking his hips shallowly in an attempt to match Souma’s thrusts, turning his mouth towards Souma’s ear as he moaned his name. The pride that welled up within Souma he felt in his stomach, intertwining with the pleasure he felt as Adonis’s desperate movements matched his own; as his own cock brushed against Adonis’s abdomen, slick with sweat and Souma’s precum.
“Kanzaki… Ngh, Kanzaki…”
“Mm,” Souma replied, words beyond him at this point.
“Love you… so much.”
Adonis punctuated his praises with a sharp thrust of his hips, and Souma’s voice caught on his reply and shifted into a high whine as he felt Adonis reach even deeper inside him, how he squeezed against him only letting him feel Adonis more and more against the spot that made him see stars. The pressure against his cock between their bodies and the soft sound of Adonis’s moans in his ear was all too much, and he felt a wave of pleasure rush through his whole body like a chill as he came, his cum flowing out from him onto Adonis’s stomach, slow as though it were being pushed from him with every gasp and tense of his muscles.
Overwhelmed, he released his grip on Adonis’s wrists, and he felt Adonis’s hand move to pet his loose hair, dense at the nape of his neck with sweat, hot, heavy exhales blowing onto Adonis’s flushed face as Souma took in his orgasm.
It was only as he started to regain awareness that he realized that Adonis was still hard inside him, and he chuckled to himself as he sat up from his prior position of laying on his partner's chest. Adonis let out a needy whine as Souma removed himself, the erotic sound of their bodies separating only making the uncharacteristic pout on Adonis’s face more appealing.
“I have been selfish enough,” Souma said, laying down at Adonis’s side, placing a hand on his cheek to encourage him to turn towards him. “Now I wish for you to use me as you see fit.”
“You know I can't do something like that,” Adonis said, frowning, though his dick twitching against Souma’s thigh as he turned over to face him told another story.
“I want you,” Souma assured him, propping his leg on top of his lover's thigh, pulling him closer, kissing the curve of his jaw. “I am not satisfied yet. I beg of you, please?”
Adonis planted a kiss on Souma's forehead, and Souma smiled as he felt Adonis hooking his hand around his waist, pulling him closer, feeling his abdomen touch the sticky mark of his orgasm on Adonis’s stomach. His stomach pitched in arousal as Adonis wrapped his other arm around the curve of Souma’s thigh.
“Just hold on a little longer. Tell me if it's too much.”
“It is never too much.”
Souma relaxed his body in Adonis’s arms as he felt the head of his lover's cock against his hole, sighing contentedly as Adonis shakily entered him once again in his weakened state, feeling the slight stretch, the sting of it shooting straight to his fluttering stomach. The warm, sticky feeling of his own cum on Adonis’s stomach he felt on his as Adonis pulled him closer, pushed their bodies together and turned the two of them into human radiators with the sticky heat of the room around them. Adonis’s slow thrusts forward drew short, quiet sounds from Souma’s open mouth, almost as if they were pushed from his throat, and Souma already felt the heat in his stomach starting to stir again.
“There is no need to be so slow,” Souma mused, running the tip of his finger against Adonis’s collarbone, putting the finger back to his mouth to lick the drops of sweat that had gathered on it.
“You need time,” Adonis responded.
Souma felt the teasing spark, the urge to dominate, arouse alongside his libido, and he couldn’t help himself from saying what came next.
“And who do you think you are,” he said, a spark in the pit of his stomach at the way Adonis’s eyes widened in front of him, “to tell me what I need?”
Souma was quick to respond to Adonis’s speechlessness. “Show me your strength, lest I begin to doubt it.”
A quiet nod and a kiss to Souma’s forehead was Adonis’s response, and Souma felt an obedient sharp thrust forward, pulling Adonis closer by the strength of his thigh.
“Good,” Souma panted, each one of his gasps blending with Adonis’s staccato moans, punctuating each thrust, fast and deep. “Harder,” he gasped, “do not disappo– Ah–”
Before he could finish his sentence, Souma felt his body manhandled, a tangle of arms and legs as Adonis changed their position, pushed Souma’s back into the tatami with the force of his body, held his legs fast to the ground with the force of his own. The sting of the harsh movement in the muscles of his hips turned into a pulsing ache, spreading through his lower body in tandem with the euphoric throbbing of his prostate being assaulted again and again. The blend of pain and pleasure almost crossed the wires in his brain, making it hard to distinguish which he was feeling and which he wanted to feel, and it was like something snapped as both of them felt like an intoxicating kind of unbearable, unbearable in a way that all he wanted was to feel more, harder, deeper, else he would burst.
“Adoni– ah, plea– deep, hah–”
Adonis responded in between harsh breaths and pants, his golden eyes staring sharply into Souma’s own. “Your words,” he gasped, strengthening his grasp on Souma’s thighs. “Use your words.”
“Deep– ah, hah,” Souma moaned, each thrust forward drawing out his voice in sharp gasps and high, disconnected whines. “Plea– mmh, please… Deeper, mmh–”
He felt Adonis’s mouth against his own, tongue pushing past the barrier of his lips, and his back arched as Adonis slammed into him, hitting somewhere deep, deeper than he’d felt him there in a long time, and he all but screamed at the pain and pleasure and the feeling of Adonis inside him, gasping and whining as Adonis grabbed his hand to press firmly against his stomach, and Souma swore he felt Adonis moving inside him from the outside, the sensation faint amidst everything he was feeling and yet still piercing, and his stomach turned at the ecstasy, tears forming at the moist corners of his eyes–it was all so much, his thoughts racing, tears flowing, a tightly-wound thread snapping and sending him plummeting into waves of euphoria.
“Here,” Souma managed to hear, Adonis’s voice grounding him amidst the waves of pleasure threatening to sweep him away. “I’m right here,” Adonis said, and he pushed Souma’s hand harder against his abdomen, sending shockwaves through his body.
Adonis’s voice had started to shake, and Souma felt him bury himself deep, gasping, yet he still prioritized Souma, holding him firm and moving his hand from Souma’s abdomen to his leaking cock, coaxing out the last drops of oddly clear cum with the gentle touch of his thumb, and Souma thanked him by tensing his insides, relishing in the sharp ah that spilled from Adonis’s lips.
“Inside,” Souma begged. “Come inside.”
“I ca–”
Souma pulled Adonis down to him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him, wrapping his legs around Adonis’s hips so tight that it almost hurt, and one hesitant buck of Adonis’ hips had him releasing the precious seed he had been keeping from Souma for so long and Souma felt a gentle warmth spread through him.
“Adonis-dono’s seed,” Souma panted. “Inside me…”
Souma had started to regain some of his normal senses, and he let his tired arms rest against Adonis’s sweaty shoulders as Adonis kissed his cheek.
“We really should get it out. I'm worried that it'll be bad for your health.”
“Such is part of the appeal, is it not?” Souma questioned with a giggle.
Adonis’s half-serious scolding sigh also turned to a giggle as Souma pulled him close and kissed him, and at feeling the slight shift of his lover's hips in response, Souma clasped his legs tighter around Adonis’s ass, pulling him in closer, pushing Adonis’s seed further inside of him and tightening his hole to ensure none of it spilled out.
“Certainly it would not do too much harm to allow me to keep my prize, just this once.”
Adonis was certainly going to refuse, but to Souma’s surprise, instead of shaking his head with a stern expression, he pulled Souma’s sweat-soaked bangs from his forehead, planting a kiss on the pink, flushed skin beneath. “We don't have anything we can use to keep it in there, anyway.”
“Oh? Having you even remotely agree to indulge me in this matter is certainly a first.”
“You said you were in charge today, after all…” Adonis mumbled into Souma’s neck, and Souma felt a rush of pride–or arousal, he couldn't quite tell–flow through him.
“Next time,” Souma started, trying to shape his voice to sound more like an order than a desperate plea. “You shall let me keep it.”
Adonis pulled out of him with a pop, and Souma let out a slight groan at the loss, tightening his hole, trying to keep some of Adonis’s seed inside him. Yet as he felt a drop trickle down the curve of his ass, some part of his brain managed to return to reason.
“The tatami,” Souma cried. “We must not dirty it any more than we already have.”
“Ah,” Adonis said, and Souma watched his eyes perk up in acknowledgment. “I’ll clean you up.”
As Souma had started to try and push Adonis’s cum back inside him with trembling fingers, Adonis let go of him. Souma could tell he had wanted to get up, but the groan, sigh, and harsh roll onto his back made it clear that the heat, sex, and seiza practice had exhausted him and his poor legs far too much to stand.
“I can do it,” Souma said, but Adonis, breathing as though he were gasping, shook his head.
“Could you come sit on my face?” Souma's eyes widened at hearing Adonis’s request “Please? I want to help.”
With that, despite how much he had overstimulated himself, Souma's half-hard cock perked up as though it were a hungry animal seeing its dinner placed before its eyes. On shaking legs Souma rose, waddling a bit to stand above Adonis, and at this point he was much too far gone for shame, feeling cum trickle down his leg as he lowered himself to sit atop Adonis’s face.
“I’ll be gentle,” Adonis reminded him, and Souma couldn’t help but giggle at his persistence.
The slight tickle of Adonis’s tongue almost made him laugh, but the warmth that spread through his body at the feeling of Adonis’s tongue reaching deeper and his hand moving to tease at the tip of Souma’s cock quickly turned his laugh into a soft moan. Adonis’s hands moved to spread Souma’s ass, almost as though he were trying to let the cum dribble into his mouth, and all of a sudden Souma felt his stomach pitch as a hot wave of embarrassment spread from his abdomen to his flushed face.
“Wait– ah–”
Adonis kissed at his hole and plunged his tongue inside, making Souma shiver, his arms scrambling to hide his ass as Adonis’s eyes looked up at him, though his tongue now knew him much more intimately than his eyes would. Shivers ran through his body at every thick drop of cum that dripped from his hole, at every swipe of Adonis’s tongue against his most intimate place. Each time Adonis pressed his tongue against Souma’s prostate he moved his hand down the length of his cock, and Souma couldn’t help but shiver, biting back his whimpers as Adonis focused on him and him alone.
“I ca–ah… I ca–an’t–”
“Almost done,” Adonis replied, teasing the tip of Souma’s cock for a moment, letting the cum drip from Souma’s hole onto his teeth. “I love you.”
Souma shuddered at his words, pursing his lips as Adonis continued to jerk him off and as his tongue continued to push against his prostate, slow and gentle, and Souma felt one last shiver run through his whole body as he came onto Adonis’s collarbone, the fluid, no longer clear and now its normal white, trickling onto the bone, blending with the sweat that decorated its sculpted shape. Each and every muscle seemed as though it were throbbing–maybe it was the orgasm, maybe it was soreness, but he felt thoroughly exhausted, and was glad when he felt Adonis withdraw his tongue and move the hand that was on his cock to his abdomen. Though the area was still sensitive, it was a relief in comparison, and as soon as he regained the energy, Souma rolled back onto the tatami, settling in at Adonis’s side. Their breathing was heavy and staggered, but before long it aligned, each breath in and out matching with the other’s, their panting growing peaceful.
“Thank you,” Souma managed to say, running his hand along Adonis’s clothed chest, feeling the beat of his heart. “I love you too.”
Adonis laughed, caressing the back of Souma’s head, his hair thick and sweaty.
“Let’s, um… We should go back. And take a bath.”
Souma chuckled. “I’d like that.” He planted a kiss on Adonis’s sweaty cheek. “Maybe a cold one first."