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Training at the dojo is done for the day and most of the others are gone. Right now it's just sensei, Tokishige and Mister Tokushirou - and Tomoharu. Like always. Tokishige is dragging his feet as he changes. It's a long walk home but he keeps hoping that Tomoharu will leave soon, and maybe, just maybe, Tokushirou will stay a little late.
Tokushirou hasn't buttoned his jacket up and if he looks (carefully, only out of the corner of his eye), he can see a peek of that strong bare chest. Today, when they were practicing throws, his fingers grazed across Tokushirou's nipple, and his fingers have been tingling ever since. He keeps thinking about that hard nub, how it felt to touch it, and his face keeps getting hot and red. Tokishige wonders if Tokushirou even noticed the touch. He hopes he did. Maybe his nipple is tingling too. The thought sends shivers all through his body, and he keeps having to adjust his pants.
He's swapped his judogi for his much more forgiving pants. If it weren't for all those loose layers of fabric, he's sure that Tomoharu would have noticed and asked questions. He certainly would have asked if Tokishige was feeling ill.
But Tomoharu is distracted because his father is coming home in two days and that's all he can talk about. And because of that, Tokushirou is listening very carefully to him.
Tokishige wishes Tokushirou would look at him the same way. He wishes his father was anything but a farmer. He wishes he could be useful to Tokushirou in a real way. All he has is his friendship with Tomoharu and it eats at him. Tomoharu is so stupid. He doesn't even realize how lucky he is. He waltzes through life unaware that attention from Tokushirou is something everyone else has to fight to earn. His clothes are new, he lives near the school, he doesn't have to walk two hours to the dojo, he gets Tsurumi's attention anytime he likes.
"Tokishige! Good night!" Tomoharu shouts to him from the dojo's doors, waving. Tokishige puts away his feelings and smiles, just the way people want him to, waving back.
Sensei is talking quietly with Tokushirou by the door. His coat is buttoned up, and he's got on his thick western-style winter coat, the one with the fur at the collar that looks so soft. Usami can't stall too much longer. He puts his boots and coat on, and comes to join them at the door. His fingers itch to grab onto Tokushirou's sleeve. He wants to feel his skin again. He smiles pleasantly, bows. "Thank you sensei."
"Have a safe walk home, Tokishige." Sensei ushers them out and as he locks up the door, Tokishige and Tokushirou walk out into the cold air.
"Tomorrow's a school day for you, isn't it?" Tokushirou has the most beautiful smile in the world as he looks down at Tokishige.
"Yes, Mister Tokushirou." The cold air is almost a relief against his cheeks. Almost.
"Aren't your parents used to you staying over at Tomoharu's place without warning?"
"Uh-huh. They know that's where I am." It often means double the chores the next day, but it's worth it to save the two hour walk and sleep in a little. The food at Tomoharu's house is very good too. They get white rice.
"It's too cold for you to walk all the way there and back. You should stay with me tonight." He says it so casually, offered as if it's nothing more than the last bite of dango. Tokishige's heart jumps, thumping so loudly in his chest that he's sure Tokushirou can hear it.
He reaches without thinking, gripping at Tokushirou's sleeve. "I can? Really?"
Tokushirou chuckles and doesn't shake Tokishige free. "Of course. Why don't you tell me how school is going?"
Of course, Tokishige knows that what he really wants to hear about is Tomoharu's schooling. That's fine. All that matters is that he gets to sleep in the same room as Tokushirou. Maybe even beside him, if they set their futons up together. The very thought sends little tremors all through his limbs and he tightens his grip on Tokushirou's coat.
He barely registers what he's saying the whole walk to the Tsurumi family home, chattering about anything that he thinks Tokushirou would find useful or important. The rest of Tokishige's whole being is focused on nothing but how exciting and wonderful it is that he can be of use to mister Tokushirou. Now he's even being rewarded for that usefulness with private time between the two of them.
As they crest the hill, the Tsurumi family home comes into view. Much like Tomoharu's home, it's large and stately. Unlike his friend's house, the years have not been so kind and there's been no money to keep the house in top condition. Everyone is too polite to say so directly, but Tokishige understands that the wealth and power held by the Takagi family once also belonged to the Tsurumi family, though that time passed when Tokushirou was Tokishige's age. If there's anything consistent in life, it's that fortunes can change like the wind - but they often change for the worse.
While the money has been gone for a long time, the house has been kept up. The yard has been kept tidy and simple, and the glass replaced with rice paper windows when the panes broke. This home is older, poorer, but much like the Usami family home, it's kept with practicality and care.
They stop at the door and remove their shoes and jackets. It's warmer inside than out, but there's a distinct chill in the air not found in Takagi home. There are no servants here, and the heating will be kept to the rooms where the people are at. In many ways, it's like his own home, but bigger, quieter, lonelier.
He wonders how lonely Tokushirou gets at night.
They make their way to the second floor, Tokushirou rolling open a door. "Just a moment. I know I have something that will fit you."
Tokishige stands at the doorway, unsure if he should step inside and wanting so desperately to ignore propriety at this moment. While the rest of the house looks like a carefully arranged museum, this room still has some life and character to it. It's been cared for, lived in, filled with a small arrangement of knickknacks and photos and other treasured things. Tokishige's eyes scan the room greedily. He wishes he were stupider like Tomoharu, less aware of what's allowed and what's okay. Then he could come in and look at everything. He could pick up the photos and look at the faces. He could find Tsurumi when they were the same age, and imagine what it might have been like to be his friend.
"There we are." Tokushirou slides open the bottom drawer of his wardrobe, pulling out a folded yukata. "This should be your size."
It's blue and grey with a pattern that hasn't been in style for decades. When presented to him, Tokushirou clutches the yukata against his chest. He knows in a heartbeat that this must be Tokushirou's. His face turns a gross red and his breathing grows heavy. Tokushirou wore this. Now he'll get to wear it.
"Why don't we change? I'll start a fire and we can prepare a meal. How do you feel about hot pot?"
"Yes please." His fingers dig into the fabric. Tokishige would eat anything Tokushirou served him. If he was given shards of broken glass, he would chew and swallow and open his bloodied mouth to show Tokushirou how good and obedient he was.
"You can change in the room next door." Tokushirou smiles and turns away, walking back to the wardrobe. Tokishige has been dismissed but he doesn't move an inch. He can't. His eyes are locked on Tokushirou's back as he begins to undo the knots of brocade on his jacket.
It's not as if he hasn't seen Tokushirou undress before. They all do, in the dojo. But there's always all the other students and Sensei and it's different. He can't sneak more than the occasional peek. There's no one here to catch him looking. There's no one here at all.
This might be the most alone that he and Tokushirou have ever been. There's always been people around before - other farmers in the fields or merchants, people who would see Tokushirou and come over to speak with them. There were always people who would see them walking and interrupt, as Tomoharu often did. But no one can see Tokushirou right now - no one except for Tokishige.
Tokushirou folds his jacket, setting it on top of the ornate dresser. His hands move in front of his body, the position of them a clear indicator that he's undoing the buttons on the high waist of his pants. Tokishige feels like he might pass out or throw up. This is everything he could have ever dreamed of. Almost everything. His dreams go further than this but even he knows that the things Tokushirou does to Tokishige in his fantasies will never come true.
There's the rustle of fabric and Tokushirou works his trousers down his legs, bending over as he steps out of the legs. Every part of his body is beautiful and toned and for the first time, Tokishige can stare at every inch of him without having to drag his eyes away in case some other student catches him. There are scars here and there, small and pale, proof that Tokushirou is every inch a soldier. Tokishige's mouth waters. He wants nothing more than to put his mouth on those scars and lick each one. The feelings twisting in him are so powerful that Tokishige feels less like a person and more like a fire. His whole body burns as Tokushirou straightens up-
And turns around to look at him.
Tokishige lets out a choking sound and quickly stumbles back. "Sorry! Sorry! I'm sorry-" The words tumble out, impossible to stop. His excitement turns on a knife's edge, overwhelming desire mixing with shame. He bows, his stomach lurching, his face still scalding hot. "I'm sorry, mister Tokushirou-"
"That's enough." His voice is sharp and commanding.Tokishige freezes up. "Come here."
His feet feel like they're made of lead as he steps into the room. Tokishige feels his eyes boring holes into the floor as he approaches Tokushirou, blood rushing through every inch of him. He doesn't dare look up. Tokushirou is naked except for his fundoshi.
"Do you make a habit of spying on changing adults?" Tokushirou phrases it like a question, but it's clear that the answer is required, not optional. Tokishige shakes his head no. "Do you think this is acceptable?"
Another headshake no. His eyes are filling with tears. It's over. Everything's over. He got greedy and instead of a night with Tokushirou and a chance to sleep in the same room as him, he's going to get sent home, and Tokushirou will tell his parents that they raised a pervert, and he'll never get to spend time with Tokushirou again. Maybe they'll throw him out of the dojo. Maybe Tomoharu won't be allowed around him so he won't even see Tokushirou at a distance-
Tokushirou's right hand settles on Tokishige's head. His left hand cups Tokishige's face, his thumb wiping away some of the tears. "Look at me, Tokishige."
He looks up. Tokushirou is still stern but it's softened some, and that just makes Tokishige cry more. Mister Tokushirou is so beautiful, so handsome, so perfect and he's got every right to throw Tokishige away but if he does, he'll kill himself. He'd rather die than be without Tokushirou. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again…"
"No, I imagine you won't. Or, you'll learn to be more discreet." His thumb slides across Tokishige's cheek, then down to press against his mouth. It's instinct that makes Tokishige part his lips, letting Tokushirou rub the tip of his thumb against Tokishige's lower lip. "Sometimes, the best punishment for bad behaviour is to see what it feels like when it's done to you. So go ahead, Tokishige - take off your clothes."
His eyes go so big that he feels like they might pop out of his head. He mumbles a 'what?' around Tokushirou's thumb, but even as he's asking why, his hands are already going for his clothes. He struggles out of his kimono and starts yanking at his pants. Tokushirou takes his thumb off of Tokishige's lip and steps to the wardrobe. He doesn't look away from Tokishige, leaning against the ornate wooden chest.
Tokishige is so desperate to shed all his layers that they end up crumpled around his feet on the floor. The air is cool on his bare skin, goosebumps all up and down his arms. He must be so red all over. And maybe worse of all, there's a small lump in his fundoshi where he's been reacting to Tokushirou for the better part of an hour. It's clear that doesn't escape Tokushirou's notice, his eyes flicking down it and then back up to Tokishige's face.
"Stay there." He commands. Tokishige stays perfectly still except for the uncontrollable heavy breathing that tears its way in and out of him. His eyes haven't entirely stopped leaking yet, his cheeks still wet with tears. He feels so embarrassed, so excited, so terrified. It feels like he might die right now if one more thing happens. His heart will stop dead and he'll fall over dead like some rabbits do when trapped in a corner.
Tokushirou dresses in a dark yukata, tying it shut. When he walks to Tokishige, he's dressed and just as beautiful as he was when he was nearly naked. Tokushirou cups Tokishige's face, his long fingers spayed under Tokishige's chin.
"Is that all of your clothes?" He asks? Tokishige doesn't drop dead but it's a very near thing. He wheezes out all his air and his hands go to his hip, fumbling with his fundoshi and shoving it down his hips. It drops with the rest of his clothes. And now nothing is hiding Tokishige's hard penis.
Tokushirou looks down at it with a calculating eye. He slides his hand down Tokishige's chest, pausing to run a few fingers along his stomach. Tokishige's penis jumps and his breath hitches. He wants to say something, anything - sorry, please don't tell anyone, touch me touch me touch me touch me.
"Next time I give you an order, you'll obey it properly, won't you?" He asks. Tokishige nods so hard his neck hurts. "You want to be good and do what you're told."
"Y-yes." Tokishige chokes out. "Yes. Yes."
"Good. I don't need someone who can't follow my orders." Those graceful fingers walk further down Tokishige's stomach, resting just above his penis. "Will you be good for me, Tokishige?"
"Y-yes mister Tokushirou, yes mister Tokushirou, yes yes yes please-" His voice whines and his hands flex helplessly at his sides. Tokishige wants to grab hold of Tokushirou's wrist and push his hand against his penis. He wants to put his hands under Tokushirou's yukata and touch him too. Would he get hard? Would he like it? Would he let Tokishige touch him and kiss him and lick him and do all the dirty things he's imagined doing in his mind?
"Please what?" Tokushirou smiles, just a little. He's teasing Tokishige.
"Please touch meeeeee." He cries out and his hands finally grab onto Tokushirou's yukata, bunching in the soft fabric in a desperate plea. "I'm sorry, please please-"
"Disobediant boys shouldn't be rewarded. But if a disobedient boy can promise to behave the rest of the night-" The words are barely out of Tokushirou's mouth before Tokishige is nodding violently again. "Well… then I suppose there's no harm in this."
Tokushirou's hand moves down, cupping every bit of Tokishige's penis and balls and squeezing him gently. Tokishige's hips jerk forward uncontrollably. Mister Tokushirou is touching him! Mister Tokushirou is touching all of him! It feels unimaginably good, his palm so warm, his hand rubbing back.
It takes no time at all. Tokishige cries out, burying his face into Tokushirou yukata as he spills into Tokushirou's palm. He's come plenty since he figured out how easy it was and how good it felt - but it's never been like this before. It's different when it's real instead of just a fantasy. It's different when it's Tokushirou holding him, his thumb brushing over the back of his balls again and again, like he's squeezing out every bit of semen inside the sac.
He cries again but it's from happiness this time, or maybe just from overwhelming relief. Tokishige doesn't notice when his legs give out but Tokushirou does, his other arm wrapping tight around Tokishige's back to keep him from hitting the floor. He eases them both down until Tokishige is half slumped in Tokushirou's lap, dazed and everything around his waist throbbing with an amazing bit of pleasure.
"Good boy." Tokushirou praises him, pressing the top of his lips to Tokishige's head. "You'll be good from now on, won't you?"
He nods and whines helplessly. Yes. Anything Tokushirou wants. Anything forever, as long as he can feel like this again.
Tokushirou takes his hand off of Tokishige and lifts it up. There's a little mess smeared on his palm and as Tokushirou runs his thumb through it, Tokishige feels himself twitch. Mister Tokushirou is playing with his semen!
"What a mess you've made, Tokishige." He sighs a little, and then he lifts his hand to his mouth and-
Tokishige shoves his fist against his mouth to keep himself from making an embarrassing sound as Tokushirou tastes the semen. His heels thump against the wooden floor with an uncontrollable excitement. Tokushirou makes a sound of consideration before he offers his hand to Tokishige. "Clean it."
He grabs Tokushirou's wrist, dragging his hand to Tokishige's mouth and lapping at it excitedly. It's a bitter tasting fluid, a little salty, a little slimy. But Tokushirou is watching and this is his hand so Tokishige eats every bit of it and licks mister Tokushirou clean. And then he licks a little more because what if he never gets a chance again?
Tokushirou indulges him a little, but he pulls his hand away and Tokishige lets it go. He keeps licking his lips. Does Tokushirou's semen taste like his? Will he be allowed to taste it?
"C-can I- will you let me-" He stumbles over his words. Tokushirou just smiles indulgently. "C-can I taste yours?"
"Not until after dinner. If we go any further, neither of us will want to prepare a meal. You need to eat well so you can continue to become strong for me." He pats Tokishige's thigh. "Japan needs men like you, Tokishige."
"Yes, mister Tokushirou." They stand up, Tokishige reluctant to let go of Tokushirou, but the promise of more after dinner has him too excited to protest. He reaches through his clothes, looking for the yukata Tokushirou gave him to wear.
A hand drops on his shoulder. "No, I don't think you've earned that back. You'll stay the way you are." Tokushirou gives him a squeeze - and though it's a punishment, there's that smile on his lips and the sparkle in his eyes. "But since you're being good, we'll start a fire to keep you warm."
"O-of course, mister Tokushirou!" He's already getting excited again. He pads after Tokushirou as they head downstairs, hopeful that maybe if he's very, very good, maybe Tokushirou will notice his problem and touch him again. And again. And again and again and again and again-