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Pearly moonlight seeped through the shoji screens of the Kamisato household when the clock met two in the morning.  Thin and translucent, the light caressed the surface of a wooden desk, in which behind sat the head of the clan. Kamisato Ayato sat in silence; occasionally after some minutes, the shuffling of paper scrolls would be heard, an almost imperceptible sigh and the scratch of his pen over fresh and exclusive document sheets. 

Behind a small tray with a teapot set, Thoma set foot into the room. The housekeeper was the only employee awake, as well as the only one that would dare walk naturally through the room like no one was there. He put the tray on the desk, a gentle smile resting on his lips. 

Maybe it was all the years of his life he'd spent serving the Kamisato clan, or perhaps his close relationship with Ayato that gave him benefits over his co-workers. This bond of trust allowed him to get closer to Ayato, sitting beside him and calling his attention with a tug of his clothes.

"Ayato… Hey," Thoma's words seemed to get him out of his trance, blinking several times before he turned to the side, a small smile hinting on his lips. 

"Oh, hi, I'm sorry I didn't notice…" 

Thoma shrugged, interrupting his excuse with a short peck on the other's lips. It was true; his relationship with the clan leader definitely wasn't anything alike like the one of his pairs. He could kiss him, he could hold him close in cold winter mornings. It had been too long since their paths had joined for better, a knot of red and blue. When he looked at Ayato in his eyes, he saw someone he could rely on, no matter how strange and unpredictable his behavior, and he often found himself daydreaming about Ayato thinking the same thing about him. 

Ayato's smile widened, and with that, Thoma was reassured that he wasn't bothering him, his pale blue gaze soonly distracted by the vapor swirling out of the teapot. 

"I brought you some tea, if you'd like," Thoma explained, captivated as well by the vapor silhouettes that spinned caressed by white moonlight. 

Thoma's eyes catched a glimpse of the documents from over Ayato's shoulder; there sure was a variety of issues the commissioner was trying to take care of all at once, but overall, none were urgent matters. This had to be one of the times accumulated work and tension weren't letting Ayato sleep, so instead he persisted in his duties until he was exhausted enough to finally go to bed. The amount of times Thoma had told him that habit wasn't healthy was endless, but there he was all over again, the pen pressed lightly over paper.

The housekeeper shifted in place, getting himself a more comfortable position to sit beneath Ayato. His chin rested over his shoulder and he sighed, pressing his lips gently over the other's neck. 

"Ayato, it's very late… You're gonna be tired tomorrow, and you've got a meeting with the Tenryou commissioner…" Thoma's voice was calm and soothing. He knew Ayato was more than aware of his plans for the next day, but he hoped that he would reconsider if it was him the one repeating them.

"Don't worry, I'll rest…" Ayato's gaze shifted from his desk to Thoma for a second, to then continue analyzing his work. "Once I get this over with."

Even with his chin resting over Ayato's shoulders, Thoma could feel the tension of his muscles, how rigidly he sat in front of him. He sighed again, trying to think about a way to get Ayato to bed once and for all. 

He kissed the side of his neck again, softly, taking his time to inhale his scent. He had no intention of distracting him, but at least he could keep him company as he finished his work. He watched as Ayato brought the teacup to his lips, gently just like his mother had taught him when he was younger. 

Thoma waited for him to put the cup down. Then, his lips caressed over his skin delicately at first, gradually growing in energy, his arms wrapping around Ayato's waist.

"Thoma…" Ayato's tone was endearing, and it seemed like he doubted himself for a second before he leaned back into the other's touch, leaving the pen over the desk.

"I'll just stay here."

Thoma smiled to himself, taking pleasure in how easily he'd gotten Ayato to listen this time. The commissioner was usually stubborn; but now, he leaned against his chest lovingly, giving more space for Thoma to keep trailing kisses down his neck.

For once, he didn't feel like making it a challenge for his retainer.

Inside the Kamisato household, late at night, there was no need for Ayato to keep his jacket on. It was because of this that Thoma's hands made their way easily across his chest, caressing, feeling each breath the other took. He could feel his body relaxing beneath his touch, giving in as he yawned softly. The housekeeper's mind kept wandering, with Ayato's body still between his arms, what could he do to distract him once and for all, relieving his stress, taking care of his worries. After all, he knew it had been a stressful week for the head of the clan, and he kissed him more, and more, an idea growing stronger and his intentions tinting in red, like drops of water taking in carmin watercolor pigment. 

Ayato hummed back, his hand searching behind him to rest on Thoma's thigh. He let the housekeeper touch him, closing his eyes as he let out a long sigh. As always, Thoma was right, and there was no use in sacrificing his sleep for trivial matters like those. He'd got too carried away… But Thoma's lips put his feet back on the ground, nibbling at his earlobe as he slipped a hand beneath his first layer of clothes.

Before Ayato was aware of his own actions, he'd already turned around to release the passion growing on him, leaning back and catching Thoma's lips with his own. The pen he'd used laid still over the desk, tea getting cold as well. Instead, his tongue probed into Thoma's mouth, making his lips part for him as enticingly as they always did.

There was no point in denying it; once Thoma's idea got to Ayato's mind there was no going back. There was no need for more words and explanation, when he could get all the information he needed from the taste of his retainer's kiss. If it wasn't Ayato's voice purring for him to go ahead, then his body would get the message across, with deeper breaths and his hips moving slowly, searching for the touch of Thoma's hands.

"I see your plan," He talked flush against his lips, still wet, so fleshy and swollen and irresistible, he simply couldn't look away.

"And I think it's working." 

Thoma put on a gentle smile, his hand reaching lower, bringing attention to itself as he slid it over Ayato's groin. Shameless was short to describe the way he touched around, unabashed, groping the cloth of his pants and feeling the heat underneath. Nonetheless, his expression was calm and he massaged around with genuine care tinting his seagrass eyes, loving each time Ayato squirmed, bucking his hips into his touch.

"Thoma…" The retainer's name rolled out of Ayato's mouth like the sweetest caramel. Faint light seeped through the paper screens, brushing his flushed face as he let out a low moan.

He knew no one would interrupt them in the middle of the night, even if he sat beneath his desk, the center of the main block at the Kamisato household. No one would dare intrude on Lord Kamisato's work, even more if he'd stayed up working until that late. For this same reason, he whined as Thoma's kisses trailed down his neck again, enjoying the thought of being touched this openly, in the place he always worked at.

Expert hands undid his belt and unzipped his pants. Thoma held him so close, he could feel his warm breath grazing the shell of his ear. So close, he even noticed how he held his breath when his hand reached under his pants blindly, met with arousal and heat, a shiver jolting through his body.

"I- I can help you relax… Shhh…" He cooed, watching through the corner of his eye how Ayato's smile widened, loving how he took the initiative from time to time, even if he didn't show it often.

His hand touched around gently at first, fingers skimming the silhouette of his erection. Then, he let go gradually, groping, filthy friction making Ayato twitch under his touch. He gasped, trying to get ahold of the other man, his hand flying to tangle on his hair roughly and pull him closer. A groan, a slurred whisper, and his hips were already grinding against his hand, desperate for all the love Thoma could give.

"Quit teasing, Thoma…" Ayato's gaze lowered to the way the housekeeper hooked his fingers on his waistband, pulling his underwear down. 

"Mm-hm…"

The clan leader could swear he heard Thoma's gentle voice inside his head, squirming as he watched his fingers wrap around his hard shaft. The view struck another jolt of arousal within him; back arching against Thoma, his eyes fixed on how his hand massaged up and down at a leisurely pace.

Ayato tried his best to keep his eyes open, following closely every move. His breath hitched as Thoma rubbed the slit with his thumb, placing chaste kisses all over his neck as well. He was good, so good, he knew exactly how to get Ayato worked up, with his voice coming apart in low sounds and whines that only urged Thoma to continue.

He thought about someone coming from the main entrance, walking through the first paper screens, desperate to see the Yashiro commissioner this late at night. Just what would they see? They'd be met with Ayato's heavy gaze at first; his clothes untidy and loosened around his waist, sitting behind his desk. His face would twitch and maybe he'd bite his lip, revealing the housekeeper's presence behind him… And then the unexpected guest's gaze would inevitably slide down the clan leader's torso, where Thoma's hands worked, where pleasure bloomed from the commissioner's body. Even if it was deemed impossible, the idea lingered on Ayato's mind, delight intensifying with every stroke as he clenched his fists over the finest Aralia wood. 

The pressure of Thoma's hand was just right, and everytime he looked down, he was met by the overwhelming eroticism of a hand that wasn't his own; Thoma's hand, getting him off, stroking in a lewd, quickened pace that drove him insane. 

"Mh- Good," Ayato's mind searched for words of praise, but satisfaction clouded his mind like mist, putting all his reasonable thoughts away. 

He pressed back on Thoma, losing himself in every sensation the other struck deep within him.  Plans and work faded into nothing at all, replaced by Thoma's face, Thoma's hands, his Thoma, taking care of him unconditionally as he always did.

As the pleasure still numbed the commissioner, a new enticing idea grew louder at the back of  his mind. One of his gloved hands traced Thoma's side until he reached his head, caressing gently at first, to then grab a handful of golden locks of hair, a whine escaping his mouth. Thoma leaned in closer immediately, pressing against the side of Ayato's face, enjoying how he panted heavily and was having a hard time controlling himself to stop grinding against his touch. Devotion grew bigger inside of him as Ayato's shaking breath took him out of his fixation. 

"Thoma…" His voice was deep, a groan pronounced so close to the housekeeper's ear it sent a shiver down his spine. "I want your mouth."

Thoma's eyes seemed to flicker under the dim lamp light for a second, his lips parting in surprise at the sudden change of his master's attitude. But was it actually a surprise? No, he knew the man too well. He knew his behavior, the different tones he used for speaking and the thousand looks he used that meant milimetrically different things. He knew how he liked to be touched, how he liked to touch him, and overall, his taste. This was not news; if anything, what caught him off guard was the arousal that hearing his voice like that struck in him, hearing the head of the Kamisato Clan request his services in a completely different context to what they usually acted like. A smile appeared on his lips for a second, before he licked down Ayato's neck, nodding softly as the pace of his hand got slower.

"Of course…"

Thoma backed off a bit, giving Ayato enough space to change his position in front of the desk. Before he could react, the commissioner took his face between his palms and locked their lips together, taking advantage of how Thoma's face was now completely in front of his, devouring him, tasting him fully in an unhinged kiss. 

When they pulled away, the lack of air forcing them to stop, Thoma's eyes fell heavily on how worked up Ayato looked. Now he saw him forefront, it hit him differently; how red his face had gotten, how swollen his lips were, how untidy his whole outfit was, contrary to how perfectly neat his clothes always looked. He saw on his face how badly he'd been needing something like this, how thoroughly he was enjoying it and yet, that glint of control on his eyes remained, tempting him to comply like the deepest of desires. A smirk sketched on his lips.

"If you may,"

His palm caressed the side of his face tenderly, before placing it over his head. Thoma's eyes widened as he was forced down, Ayato's smile being the last thing he saw before he was met by a completely different panorama. 

He placed one of his hands over Ayato's thigh to stabilize himself as the other one wrapped around his dick once again, hot and throbbing against his palm. The commissioner urged him with a tug at his hair, making Thoma smile to himself before he licked up the beads of moisture forming on his head and then took him right in. 

He wasn't in the mood for holding back.

The moan he stole from Ayato only motivated him more. His pace was slow at first, discerning the taste of his lover on his tongue, his eyes fluttering shut as he exhaled through his nose. Slowly, he lifted himself off and then bobbed his head steadily, careful not to make himself gag from Ayato's length.  He persisted in a pace of his liking, growing accustomed to the sensation.

"Ah… ah," The commissioner exhaled sharply as he gazed down at Thoma, enjoying his every move.

His golden head bobbed pleasantly over his lap, beautiful locks of blond hair held tightly under his hand, fingers crawling and tugging as if they had a life of their own. He sighed, admiring the view, hearing Thoma hum faintly to keep himself from gagging, his shaky breath, the sound of his mouth against his shaft… Greed accumulated within him just as waves of pleasure hit him with every caress of the blonde's tongue. He loved seeing Thoma under him, between his thighs, at his disposal. He loved hearing him struggle and flinch. He… There were so many emotions the act struck in him he remained in awe, taking them all as his pulse quickened.

Thoma licked a long strip from the base to the tip, playing around with it, sliding his tongue across the slit and making Ayato groan in return. He looked up as he kept pumping with his hand, hollowing his cheeks around the head slightly, stealing another shiver. His face was flushed, and his pupils dilated in a way that lured Ayato in for so much more. 

When he took Ayato in his mouth again, he felt his palm pressing him down eagerly, forcing his whole length in as it grazed the back of his throat. Even if he instinctively tried to back off, he let himself be handled, making an effort to stay in place just like Ayato wanted him to.

"Come on, be good for me…" 

After several particularly deep thrusts, Thoma's eyes were already watering at the sides. He gagged once in a while, but didn't stop; he hollowed his cheeks eagerly and moaned every time he felt Ayato pressing harder, guiding his head, stealing the air of his lungs and driving him crazy.

It seemed like with every tug, with every time he got to hear the sounds Ayato made, or when he mastered the courage to look up, met by his merciless gaze, the urge to please him got worse, consuming him inside out. He struggled, but he loved it, just like he loved Ayato, his voice, his taste.

"Ah… Just like that," A moan fell out of the commissioner's lips, making him look up and meet his eyes once more.

Ayato looked in a daze; his pupils expanded as well and his irises seemed to glow in a deep dark blue tone, fantasies and lust crashing against each other like ocean waves. His lips were barely parted, panting heavily. He paid such close attention to every detail of the blond's face, Thoma felt like he was staring at his naked soul.

Saliva dripped down the blond's chin, face glistening wet as he kept going, too enthralled on Ayato's expression to care about anything at all. Letting him take control, seeing him enjoy himself like he did when his mind clouded with want, made his guts burn in a fever even more powerful than a pyro vision. Even if it went beyond the extent of giving him a little favor, he didn't mind as long as it pleased Ayato.

"Mh-mph…" Thoma moaned as the man above tugged at his hair with force, a slight pain tingling beneath Ayato's fist. 

"I… I'm close-" Ayato's voice was deep, desperation for release crawling at the back of his throat. "Thoma…"

The name, his name, made goosebumps rise on the housekeeper's skin, pronounced just like a dying breath,  dancing on the tip of his tongue before grazing his ears like a blessing. 

Thoma pushed himself down deep one last time, eyebrows furrowing in effort. He pulled away with a lewd sound, gasping for air, looking up at Ayato as his hand took over the job in a frantic rhythm. The way his fingers pressed down on Ayato and how beads of moisture leaked into Thoma's hand as he kept pumping only brought the commissioner closer to the edge, his abdomen tensing up with every move.

"I'm gonna… Ahm-!" A half-choked moan interrupted Ayato's phrase as he released, looking down at Thoma in bliss.

The blond opened his mouth, pearly white cum falling partly on his tongue and over his face. Even if he flinched, he remained still as his hand helped Ayato ride out his orgasm, slowing down but keeping the pressure that made his hips buck into his hand.

"Ayato…" He mumbled, more to himself than to call the other man's attention, struck in awe by the beauty and delicacy of the commissioner's flushed face, lips parted and the thinnest layer of sweat covering his temple. 

A similar thing happened to the man in question as he opened his eyes in a flutter, adoring the look on Thoma's face, relishing his worked up expression like the most valuable of treasures. He watched him as he caught his breath and swallowed, licking his lips and trying to get the rest of the pale liquid off of his face with his fingers.

As reason gradually came back to him, he released his grip on Thoma's hair, hand caressing the side of his face and inviting him up to meet his lips again. Thoma complied, his arms wrapping around his lover's neck, careful not to stain his clothes with his hands. 

Ayato kissed him with no second thoughts; their heads leaned against each other in unison, a pleased hum swallowed by Thoma's tongue as he kissed him back tenderly. He pulled away just the slightest bit, resting their foreheads together as he spoke against Ayato's lips.

"Better now?" Thoma giggled, leaning into Ayato's embrace as he felt his arms wrapping around his waist.

Still panting, he used the time to recompose himself, that hunger and passion cooling down momentarily as he gazed into the commissioner's expanded pupils. 

Ayato sighed, smiling widely as he noticed all the previous tension leaving his body. He nodded.

"Yes, indeed. You really know how to amend everything, hm?"

Thoma pressed another kiss against his lips as an answer, sighing in relief. He smiled as he heard Ayato whisper a gentle "Thanks" against his lips, tired and soft, filled with emotion nonetheless.

The housekeeper stabilized himself and got up, taking a handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe his hands. He gestured for Ayato to follow him, leaving the paperwork and the cold teapot for later. Ayato looked at him up and down, inevitably noticing the bulge on Thoma's crotch he was blatantly ignoring. 

"Are you gonna come to bed now?" Thoma proposed.

Ayato complied with a gentle nod, smiling in amusement. Perhaps, he was missing one last task before getting some sleep.