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"Remember, the children need to be in bed by ten. Make sure they don't stay up and chat all night long, but actually fall asleep. I am sure you can handle that much."

Kunikuzushi gives his mother a very slow and irritated nod. Being told to do something totally self-explanatory only makes him want to obey her less. What if Kunikuzushi tied the kids up and threw them in the backyard for the night instead? What then? What is his mother going to do about it?

"I got it," Kunikuzushi mutters, his voice so dry it wouldn't surprise him if his saliva turned into grains of sand. "Buh-bye."

Standing by the front door, Kunikuzushi watches as his mother and father get in the cab that arrived only seconds ago. They're dressed in their finest and most formal attires, as they should, considering their plans for the evening; dinner at a five star steakhouse, an opera show on the VIP seats, and likely more than two or three glasses of wine at a bar as the fancy cherry on top.

Sometimes Kunikuzushi catches himself hoping his parents would hurry to kick the bucket and leave their insane wealth in his possession — not because Kunikuzushi has any particular need for it just yet, but because it's disgusting to watch his parents constantly rub it in his face that their money is not his to spend, while simultaneously and actively spoiling his little sister.

Well, it's those frigid assholes' problem alone if they can't have fun and enjoy life without waving their various credit cards around all the time. Kunikuzushi can do the same for free. It has required serious patience and luck, but he can tell today's the day he will finally score. If his parents for whatever reason return home earlier than they said they would, he just might have enough reasons to kill them himself.

Kunikuzushi slams the door shut with a bit more force than necessary and heads to the living room to join his sister and one of her best friends. They are currently sitting side by side on the floor right in front of the TV, enthralled by an animated movie that doesn't appear to be the most suitable for 11-year-olds, but Kunikuzushi isn't cruel enough to ruin their fun.

Partially for that reason he doesn't say anything to the kids as he manspreads on the couch behind them and snatches his smartphone he left behind earlier. Kunikuzushi pretends to scroll through boring social apps while keenly eyeing his sister's friend up from under the brows.

Ei and Zandik have been in the same class since the first day of the first grade. It played a big part in how they ended up becoming friends, but considering how often they spend time together and visit each others' homes, theirs isn't one of those shallow friendships that are formed automatically just because two brats happen to share a desk in the classroom.

Kunikuzushi was 18 years old when he first met Zandik. He still remembers how Ei brought her friend — really aloof at the time, yet surprisingly well-mannered for his age — to the same room where they're all hanging out right now, and how captivated by the little boy Kunikuzushi felt. He was initially weirded out by the remark he made, but would very soon brush off the questions he started to have about himself.

"This child is ten years younger than me. Why am I getting turned on by him?" Hell if he knows. "Have I gone insane?" Yeah, he supposes he has.

But does it matter? Does it change anything?

No. It really doesn't.

Although Zandik isn't quite as baby-faced as he once was, he still looks eatable, to put it mildly. It's beyond Kunikuzushi's understanding how any person, let alone a kid, can be so perfect. Zandik's pretty hair, his soft-looking skin, his small neck, hands, butt, and feet — everything about him is to die for, to kill for. Kunikuzushi would gladly spend another three years just watching the boy and dreaming about him, if he believed that was all he was ever going to get.

Nah... That's a lie, actually. Kunikuzushi couldn't really take another three years of not doing anything about his desires. He can barely wait until later tonight. His patience is running out in a rapid pace. It doesn't exactly help that Kunikuzushi hasn't seen Zandik in over a month until today. The weeks spent without the boy's presence are always pure torment.

As if it wasn't already a stroke of luck that he's having a sleepover at Kunikuzushi and Ei's home on the exact same day they're alone, Zandik is also wearing clothes that look like they're very high quality and tickle something inside Kunikuzushi just right: white knee-high socks, a pair of loose, black shorts with suspenders, and a white shirt with beautiful bishop sleeves.

It's a pretty good indicator of how well-off Zandik's parents are as well, and how important it is for them to show that their son gets much better treatment than most of his peers. Whoever chose such an elegant outfit and had Zandik wear it, Kunikuzushi wishes he could thank them personally.

Lounging on the couch while Zandik has his face glued to the television gets frustrating very fast, for there's not all that much for Kunikuzushi to really see from behind the kids. As beautiful as Zandik is, his back and hair alone aren't exactly doing it for Kunikuzushi and don't provide that great of a view. He keeps hoping Zandik would jump on all fours to crawl even closer to the TV; sadly such behaviour can probably only be expected from drooling toddlers.

"Hey, you two," Kunikuzushi says finally. "You can't even see the whole screen when you're that close. It's not good for your eyes, either, you know. Come sit over here."

He crosses his legs as he speaks and pats the empty space right next to him. Ei and Zandik get up amenably, and while Ei giggles a bit while skittering towards the couch, Zandik is quiet and moves in a calm manner.

He's always like that. It's nothing short of adorable, but it makes Kunikuzushi want to bring Zandik to tears, to break him until he shows that he, too, is still just a helpless little brat and not some precocious heir apparent.

Don't you dare sit next to me, Ei. You do that and I swear to God I—

"Hey, I'll go get some soda," Ei declares all of a sudden. "Do you want any, Zandik?"

"No, thank you," he says while sitting on the couch, on the exact spot where Kunikuzushi had his hand on a moment ago. "I'm not thirsty."

Ei hurries to the kitchen. Kunikuzushi expected to relish the sense of triumph from simply having Zandik so close to him, but things get so, so much better when Kunikuzushi side-eyes the boy and notices something he was not prepared for, though he quickly realizes he should have.

The loose legs of Zandik's shorts, that cover a regrettable amount of his skin, have now ridden up and reveal much more of the thighs Kunikuzushi has spent sleepless nights dreaming of.

Ohh, fuck. Fucking hell.

A single glance at them is enough to make Kunikuzushi's cunt throb, to instantly stir the feeling in the pit of his stomach he's all too familiar with. Sitting still becomes unbearable in mere seconds. Kunikuzushi shifts on the couch and lifts his other leg again in an attempt to get into a position where there's no friction on his clit. Focused on the movie again, Zandik appears unbothered by it.

But it's exactly friction Kunikuzushi is craving. If it didn't mean the kind of trouble he wouldn't know how to get out of, he would use this moment as an opportunity to force Zandik to lie down and bend his other knee, so that his thigh would be elevated enough for Kunikuzushi to straddle and grind himself on until orgasm. Preferably at least two. He would come so hard, the thought of it is maddening because even if Ei wasn't present, Kunikuzushi knows he can't act that rashly.

He has a plan for later. He just needs to be patient, just a little while longer.

He does think he deserves a treat for now, though, as a little reward for waiting for so damn long. Still holding his phone, Kunikuzushi purposefully drops it right on his feet. The noise it makes startles Zandik a bit.

"Oh, whoopsie," Kunikuzushi chuckles and, while leaning forward on the couch to grab the phone again, places his other hand on Zandik's bare thigh simply for some "support", as he wants the boy to think.

Zandik doesn't have a visible reaction to a touch that is undeniably very inappropriate. Kunikuzushi can't decide if it's a good or a bad thing, but Zandik's thigh is really warm and even softer than Kunikuzushi expected. He resists the urge to squeeze it properly. His boxer briefs are soaked at this point.

Fucking worth it, though.

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Although Kunikuzushi hasn't been too worried about it at any point, he still feels as thrilled as his sister on Christmas when she and Zandik agree to join him for a relaxing bath in their whirlpool tub. It was part of Kunikuzushi's plan all along, but after escaping to his bedroom earlier and spending a considerable amount of time fingering himself and finally playing with one of his dildos, the idea of the bath became all the more tempting.

By the time Kunikuzushi has satisfied himself enough with mental images of Zandik for now, and a quick smoke right after, the movie has ended. Ei is confused to see her brother so pleased yet sweaty all of a sudden and without any explanation she in her innocent age can think of, but Kunikuzushi smoothly ignores her comment about it by asking if the kids would like to bathe with him.

Kunikuzushi has very little love for his mother and father — partially due to their strong preference of sweet little Ei — but all the various luxuries they have in their home make it difficult for Kunikuzushi to even think about moving away anytime soon. Every day the maids come in and clean all the rooms, cook all the food, wash the dishes, do the laundry, and tend the garden. It makes Kunikuzushi feel like a royal. Why would he ever give that up?

It doesn't matter shit to him that he hasn't felt very cared for in several years, or that he was often dismissed when he still used to ask if he could get himself something other than bare necessities with his parents' money. The conveniences they have bought for the family are all the conveniences Kunikuzushi needs, and their stupidly fancy and comfortable bathtub is one of them. He's much closer with its water jets than any person he's living with.

Kunikuzushi tells the kids to wait for him in the living room while he goes to get them all a glass of raspberry soda, Ei's favourite beverage and the very same one she had earlier. Kunikuzushi places three glasses and a tray on the counter and, after listening closely for a moment to make sure neither Ei or Zandik runs straight into the kitchen, takes a bottle of saline laxative from the cupboard in front of him.

He pours an equal amount of soda into each glass, moves two of them to the side and mixes the medicine in Ei's glass that is slightly different than Kunikuzushi and Zandik's. The recommended dose for children of Ei's age is smaller than what Kunikuzushi measures, which he carefully makes sure of. He expects his sister to suffer quite a bit later on, but that is just killing two birds with one stone.

It takes about half an hour to fill the bathtub and for the laxative to take effect at the earliest. Kunikuzushi leaves the glasses on the counter, hurries upstairs and into the bathroom to turn on the tub's faucet, and goes back to the kids after grabbing their drinks.

Zandik is showing Ei something on his phone and actually smiling widely for once, but as soon as Kunikuzushi walks up to them, Zandik gets bashful and puts the phone away. It's an interesting observation. Kunikuzushi takes a moment to stare at Zandik's thighs again, this time not letting the arousal flare so violently.

"There you go," Kunikuzushi says in a particularly soft manner while handing Zandik one of the two identical glasses.

He smiles at the boy, and the second their eyes meet it looks like Zandik's cheeks and neck pinken.

Kunikuzushi can't deny he's taken aback by it. Is it mere shyness or something else entirely that Zandik is feeling? Either way, it's pleasing and beyond adorable to witness, and it gives Kunikuzushi the kind of confidence boost he never even needed.

"Thank you, Kuni!" Ei rejoices while gulping down half of her drink in one go.

"Easy, now," Kunikuzushi says flatly. "Don't choke on it."

"Huh." Ei sneers as if there was a sudden waft of dog shit in the air; she holds the glass with both of her hands, staring at the remaining soda very intently. "It tastes a bit funny."

"Yeah, kind of," Kunikuzushi mutters and takes small sips of his own drink to make his faked perplexity more convincing. "I left the drinks on the counter for a moment. Maybe that explains it... Sorry about that. Just drink it quickly and you'll be fine. You can have more later, straight from the fridge."

"I think it tastes good," Zandik chimes in.

Kunikuzushi gives a pleased chuckle. That single positive comment from Zandik, as simple as it is, feels like an actual compliment and makes Kunikuzushi want to succumb to the urges he has been struggling with the whole evening.

Not yet. Not yet.

Once the bathtub is close to being filled, Kunikuzushi takes the kids to the dressing room and gives them both a towel. He's keeping an eye on Ei, who is still being her normal irritating self, for now. She starts to undress with no shame whatsoever, yapping about heaven knows what. Kunikuzushi wouldn't know, for he is paying no attention.

While Ei's at it, Kunikuzushi side-eyes Zandik to see if there's even a slightest change in his facial expression once Ei has exposed enough of her body. Zandik's eyes do ping-pong back and forth between her chest and crotch, but probably out of childlike curiosity and nothing more. It seems kind of involuntary, too, and in few seconds Zandik looks away.

He's the only one who hesitates to take off his clothes. It's not all that surprising, given the company he is in. Zandik finally starts with detaching the suspenders from his shorts. As he does so, his eyes wander to Kunikuzushi who now smiles confidently and directly at him, naked from tip to toe and holding his own towel in his hands without covering anything he wants Zandik to see.

The child immediately pinches his lips. His entire face and neck definitely erupt with deep pink this time, in few heartbeats no less, which he would probably manage to conceal if he turned his back to Kunikuzushi sooner. In that moment, he couldn't possibly be more endearing.

Kunikuzushi has to stifle a laugh. He already figured out this would happen. Was there really ever a chance an 11-year-old boy would be unaffected by curves as lovely as Kunikuzushi's? Compared to him, his sister is about as attractive as a rotten wood blank.

"Let's go, let's go!" Ei exclaims while Zandik is still slowly stripping off his clothes. "The tub must be flooding by now!"

Kunikuzushi opens the bathroom door. He steps inside, heads to the tub and bends over in a slightly exaggerated manner to turn off the faucet, feel the hot water, and give Zandik a nice view to admire for a moment. Whether or not Zandik is actually looking at him, the chance of it alone excites Kunikuzushi.

"Alright, hop in," he says.

It's not a surprise, either, that Zandik walks into the bathroom with the towel covering his undoubtedly cute and tiny cock. He looks like he's having an inner battle of a lifetime, simultaneously trying not to let his eyes zero in on Kunikuzushi again, and convincing himself a quick peek or two won't hurt anybody.

Whatever's going on in that little head of his, he's struggling. Kunikuzushi is physically unable to stop smiling, and he finds it amusing how Ei grins back at him so happily while getting into the tub and sitting down, as if she wasn't just a hindrance.

Kunikuzushi turns on the self-contained water jets and sits next to his sister. Zandik is still hesitating to get in. In order to make things less uncomfortable for him for the time being, Kunikuzushi splashes water on Ei and looks at her while at it. She giggles and returns the favour tenfold, and by time Kunikuzushi glances at Zandik again, he's already sitting opposite to them. He looks especially small and silly in an adorable way with everything from the shoulders down being covered in the constantly swirling water.

Ei continues to giggle as she starts to swim in small circles, clearly unable to stay still and relax. Then, finally, she stops and lets out a pained groan.

"What's wrong?" Kunikuzushi asks with an intended frown and moves closer to his sister.

"My stomach... It hurts," Ei whines, already teary-eyed as well as embarrassed. "I think... I feel like I'm gonna—"

"Go use the toilet, then," Kunikuzushi says firmly. "I'd like my bath water to stay clear. Come back once it passes, okay? I'm sure you'll be fine. Chop-chop!"

It's too bad for Ei that she won't be fine, nor is she coming back. In the best and most likely case she will be bedridden for the rest of the night, crying because of the nausea and the cramps, and being forced to use the toilet many more times. In the worst case Ei will have to be taken to the hospital, but Kunikuzushi doubts things will get that serious.

Zandik has a genuinely worried look on his face as he watches Ei climbing off the tub and holding her stomach. Her steps falter on her way out, and her whimpers only get louder. Once she's gone and can't be heard anymore, Kunikuzushi allows himself to relax and breathes a very deep sigh, eyes closed. All the vexation disappears in seconds thanks to the hot water and the jets' pressure on his muscles.

"Don't worry," Kunikuzushi says, as reassuring as he can possible be without meaning it. "We all get a stomachache every now and then. It's not serious."

"Mmm-mm," Zandik hums in agreement, although he sounds concerned.

Kunikuzushi soon opens his eyes again and locks them on Zandik, who gets caught staring at him to absolutely no one's surprise. The boy hurries to look elsewhere and slouches down until his shoulders disappear under the water. He once again fails to hide his embarrassment.

"Is something else troubling you, Zandik?" Kunikuzushi asks with a low yet kind voice. "Is there something you'd like to tell me?"

"No... no," Zandik says too hastily and shakes his head. "It's nothing."

For someone with such high intelligence and excellent grades, he's a terrible liar. He's shifting uncomfortably in place.

"Come on, now," Kunikuzushi clicks his tongue. "Have your parents never told you it's not okay to lie? You can talk to me about anything. Think about how many times I've looked after you. Besides, you're a good friend to my sister. We both trust you, so you can trust me, too."

His careful approach seems to be working. Zandik is clenching his bottom lip between his teeth, but turns to look back at Kunikuzushi's direction, albeit not directly in the eye.

"Well, I... um... I..." He falters like a four-year-old who has yet to learn to articulate properly and tries really hard to form a full sentence. "I think you're... you're really pretty."

Kunikuzushi's mouth twists with excitement.

"Oh? I think someone's got a bit of a crush." He gives a faint, seemingly surprised laugh. "What parts of me do you find pretty?"

The red on Zandik's face grows many shades deeper. His eyes are drawn around Kunikuzushi's collarbones, then slightly lower until he winces, as if realizing too late what he's ogling at and internally scolding himself for it.

If the way Zandik's parents have raised him is anything like Kunikuzushi has always imagined, he definitely thinks he's worth being scolded for because of moments like this, and for having thoughts and feelings he's now unable to conceal — and that only makes Kunikuzushi want to tease the child more.

"You can look at them again, you know," Kunikuzushi says softly.

Growing impatient, he takes the initiative and moves to the other side of the large tub, right next to Zandik. It would be comical if Zandik rushed right to where Kunikuzushi just was, but in lieu of panicking like that Zandik remains perfectly still. He seems to tense up the moment Kunikuzushi takes the seat next to him, not leaving that many inches of empty space between their hips.

"Here," Kunikuzushi smiles and reaches for Zandik's hand that's resting on the boy's thigh, fisted tightly. "Feel them up. I can tell you want to. I don't mind at all."

He moves Zandik's hand to his left boob, placing the palm on it gently and slowly, and letting it rest there. Since Kunikuzushi's cup size is smaller than the average, it's almost a perfect fit. His boobs are round and perky regardless of their size, made to be kneaded and fondled by a child's little fingers, and the most attractive ones Kunikuzushi himself has ever seen.

Zandik doesn't seem to disagree with that when he gives Kunikuzushi's boob a tentative and awkward squeeze, in spite of his hand almost trembling and him still not wanting to meet Kunikuzushi's eyes. His attention is fixed on the fatty tissue in his hand, however, and that's exactly what he should be gazing at.

"How is it?" Kunikuzushi asks, shifting a bit and starting to feel heated.

"This... this is weird, kind of," Zandik utters. "It's really soft, but... What if Ei comes back?"

The mere mention of his little sister's name makes Kunikuzushi want to grab Zandik's face and smash his skull on the edge of the bathtub behind them until it splits in half. For several minutes Kunikuzushi didn't even remember Ei exists.

"If she does, we'll stop." It takes all of his willpower to remain composed. "She won't notice a thing. Don't tell me you're not enjoying this. You would have stopped if you weren't, right?"

He shifts again, moves a little bit to the right and further away from Zandik until the jet on the seat right under him is aligned with his crotch. Kunikuzushi feels the massive water pressure on his clit and swallows a moan, squeezing Zandik's hand he's been holding onto the whole time.

"Just touch it," he demands, a sharp gasp being freed from his lips the moment he talks again. "Even if you think it's weird, you can touch it. Use your fingers... Rub the nipple, right here."

It's Kunikuzushi's turn to falter and struggle to form sentences. He moves Zandik's hand once more until the tips of those tiny fingers are pressed against his already erect nipple. Zandik lets out an indistinct noise that Kunikuzushi decides to ignore, but eventually Zandik complies and starts to stroke the bud.

He does it in an awkward manner, as if trying to loosen a screw, but the stimulation is there regardless. Besides, it's Zandik who's doing it. Those are Zandik's soft and hot fingers on Kunikuzushi. Even if he was so unbelievably terrible at it Kunikuzushi couldn't bear to think about it afterwards, this moment right now would still be worth it. Fuck, it would be more than worth it.

"Are you... okay?" Zandik asks all of a sudden.

He stops moving his fingers. He sounds really concerned again. Kunikuzushi opens his eyes he closed at some point without being aware of it. At first he doesn't understand where the weird question comes from, but then he realizes just how heavy and fitful his breathing is, and how much his hips are buckering, although out of Zandik's sight.

Oh, this brat is absolutely clueless. It's fucking adorable.

"Yeah," Kunikuzushi gives a labored and annoyed laugh and nods more times than necessary. "Yeah, don't... Hahh... Don't be dumb. Keep going."

"But I don't think I should—"

Kunikuzushi grabs Zandik by the hair, right on the back of his head, and pulls his face closer. Zandik yelps once, then whines in pain when his hand on Kunikuzushi's boob is roughly pushed out of the way. Kunikuzushi presses Zandik's face in its place, all over the areola, and stops yanking the boy's hair only after he feels the tiny lips on his nipple.

"Shut up and suck on it," Kunikuzushi hisses breathlessly.

"W-what...?" Zandik whimpers, his voice partially muffled. "I don't know how—"

"Yes, you do." Kunikuzushi is very quickly running out of patience. "You sucked the milk out of your mother for years. Just pretend you're a baby again."

The pressure on his clit is driving him insane and making it difficult for him to even think, let alone actually speak. But his behaviour might scare Zandik away. Kunikuzushi can't let that happen. He'll have to compliment the child, praise him, treat him better.

"You're doing great," Kunikuzushi huffs. "Trust me. It'll feel good for both of us."

Whether it's because Zandik's hair is being grasped so hard he doesn't exactly have any other choice, or because the reassuring words are actually reaching him, he does as he's told. It sounds like he's about to cry, though, but Kunikuzushi couldn't care less.

The second his lips wrap around the sensitive bud and suck on it, Kunikuzushi feels as if something inside him bursts. The combination of the water pressure on his clit and Zandik's lips on his nipple lead to one of the most overwhelming and best orgasms he has ever had.

Kunikuzushi has to slam his free hand on his mouth to stop himself from screaming and potentially scaring Zandik. He's either squirting or peeing in the tub, or a bit of both, but it doesn't matter since his fluids are instantly mixed in the swirling water.

The fact that it's a literal scream and not just a loud and wavering moan after another that's being ripped from Kunikuzushi's throat, is a telltale sign of the intensity of his climax. It catches him off guard, but more than that, it leaves him so lightheaded he wouldn't be surprised if he blacked out.

It takes a moment until Kunikuzushi understands to let go of Zandik's hair and allow the poor child to pull away and breathe properly. Zandik does indeed pull away instantly, hugging himself and sitting all hunched up. He looks hurt for no reason.

Hurry up. Hurry and do something before he starts to cry.

"Hey," Kunikuzushi breathes out, forces a gentle smile and carefully moves closer to Zandik. "You did really well. It's all good. See? We're both alright. You did so well."

He takes a risk and touches Zandik's face just with his fingers. Zandik twitches ever so slightly, but doesn't try to slip away from Kunikuzushi's reach, nor does he start to cry or yell. All he really does is swallow a single whimper.

"Look at me," Kunikuzushi says as quietly as he can without letting his voice be drowned out by the rumbling water; Zandik obeys almost right away, much to Kunikuzushi's pleasure. "You did well, baby. Okay?"

Zandik hesitates, but nods his head. Kunikuzushi keeps smiling and does everything in his power to make sure it's the most loving and the warmest smile Zandik has ever seen. Kunikuzushi wants it to be. He can't bear the thought of anyone else ever being this close to Zandik, talking to him this way, or looking at him like this. He wants to be the only one.

Kunikuzushi gives Zandik a kiss on the cheek. His lips linger there, and his other hand rests on the other side of Zandik's face, fondling the hair he was pulling only minutes ago. Though it takes a moment, Zandik relaxes in Kunikuzushi's hands.

There. Good boy.

Kunikuzushi keeps his hand right where it is, places the other one on the cheek he just kissed, and presses his lips on Zandik's mouth. He hears a long, muffled whine, the kind of sound a puppy suffering from separation anxiety would let out. It's stifled completely when Kunikuzushi kisses Zandik with more fervor and manages to slide his tongue into that very, very small mouth.

He's counting seconds to the moment where he feels Zandik actually kiss him back. Kunikuzushi starts to think it might not happen just yet, and as soon as the thought hits him he's proven wrong. As poor as Zandik is at playing with nipples, his skills at kissing are utterly nonexistent in comparison, to the point of being ridiculous. He has no idea what he's supposed to do whatsoever.

But it doesn't matter. It still doesn't matter if Zandik is bad at everything he does. He is still a kid; Kunikuzushi understands that much. Zandik is still trying his best, and it's so, so endearing it just might make Kunikuzushi fall in love with him. He'll learn in time. He will be perfect.

Kunikuzushi pulls Zandik on his lap without breaking the kiss, prompting the boy to straddle him and embracing the hot, soaked body that is twice as small as his. It's only then that Zandik dares to put his hand on Kunikuzushi, too. They rest on Kunikuzushi's shoulders and stay there.

Zandik has a chance to pull away from the kiss. Nothing is holding his head in place anymore. He has a choice, and he chooses to keep kissing Kunikuzushi. Has his curiosity gotten the best of him? Or is he falling in love, too?

Still lightheaded and elated from the orgasm, Kunikuzushi stops the kiss and chuckles so quietly even he can't hear it. He wraps his arms around Zandik, pulls him closer and simply hugs him without any further intentions. Zandik needs to feel safe in his embrace. He needs to feel at home.

"I love you," Kunikuzushi murmurs in his ear. "More than anything."

All things considered, it might as well be the truth.

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"Keep taking very deep breaths," Kunikuzushi says to Ei after placing a bucket right next to her massive bed. "It'll help you relax. The painkiller should kick in soon. Mom and Dad will be back in a couple of hours. Tell them if you're still feeling sick. They'll know what to do."

He's sitting by his sister's side and caressing her hair. Her face is sweaty and pale from the vomiting, nausea and intense stomachache, and she's whining and weeping constantly, yet quietly. Kunikuzushi cleaned her face only a while ago with a wet cloth, but it was a mere comfort to her at best. She's so worn out she can't respond to Kunikuzushi with words.

"I'm sorry things turned out like this," he sighs. "Try to get some sleep, okay?"

He's not sorry, though. Not in the slightest. But it's much easier for Kunikuzushi to pretend all sorts of things when he's in a better mood than he has been in years. As the cherry on top, he decides to give Ei a goodnight kiss on the head, far away from her disgustingly sweaty skin. He smiles at her one more time, devoid of guilt.

Already wearing his pajamas, Zandik looks lonely and tiny sitting on Kunikuzushi's bed — also big enough for at least three adults — when Kunikuzushi goes back into his room on the opposite end of the long hallway. For all his life he has appreciated it that his and Ei's bedrooms aren't right next to each other, and tonight in particular it's a blessing, to say the least.

Kunikuzushi closes the door behind him and looks at the leery expression on Zandik's face. The only source of light in the room is the warm, dim lamp on the nightstand behind Zandik. Kunikuzushi walks up to the bed to join Zandik who's sitting on his knees again, probably uncertain whether it's alright to crawl under the duvet already or not.

"What are you thinking about?" Kunikuzushi asks him, once again almost as close to him as physically possible. "Are you sad you can't sleep with my sister?"

Kunikuzushi means it very literally, yet the wording causes him to have unbidden mental images of Ei and Zandik together. He feels a raging wave of jealousy rush over him, but it passes almost as soon as it hits.

"I... I'm not sure I understand what's happening." Zandik's voice is barely louder than a whisper. "I'm confused."

"There's no reason to be." Kunikuzushi brings his hand to Zandik's face again, grazing the round cheek with his fingertips. "Do you still think I'm pretty?"

"Yes..."

"Do you like me?"

"Yeah."

"Then that's all you need to understand."

He traps Zandik into another kiss, not giving him a chance to try and talk his way out of this. Kunikuzushi starts slow again, however, just in case.
Zandik tenses up, and because of that it feels like he kisses Kunikuzushi back out of sheer obligation, or out of fear of making him angry. It must have been easier for Zandik to relax in the bath, although it did take a good while.

"It's alright." Kunikuzushi stops the kiss for a brief moment to reassure Zandik once again. "I've got you. I'll make sure it feels good."

He pays close attention to the tone of his own voice, speaking quietly and gently at all times, while also being careful not to make too sudden movements. It's like trying to tame a terrified, mistreated animal; one slip is all it takes to ruin everything, and Kunikuzushi is not fond of the idea of forcing Zandik into anything.

He'll do it if he has to, of course. He'll do anything to get what he desires at this point, but he would much, much rather have Zandik beg for his touch than try to slither away from it.

Kunikuzushi thought he wanted to hurt the boy. He thought he wanted to break him, but after everything that happened in the bathtub, something inside him snapped. Kunikuzushi can't wrap his finger around it, but for now, whatever's happening in his head is not important.

He pushes Zandik to lie down on his back, almost right in the middle of the bed. Kunikuzushi is careful not to rest his whole weight on Zandik's body while getting on top of him. He touches the long, beautiful locks of Zandik's hair and moves them aside to reach the child's neck and kiss it instead.

Kunikuzushi sucks it slightly, licks it right after until his mouth traces the area right below Zandik's ear. He then drags a moan from Zandik's throat — a soft and actual moan, not an annoying whine that indicates uncertainty and fear, but a sign of genuine pleasure.

Kunikuzushi responds with a surprised gasp and stops to look at Zandik in the eye. The boy appears ashamed, almost immediately turning his face to the side to avoid Kunikuzushi's gaze.

"Don't be shy," Kunikuzushi coos breathlessly. "You're doing great, baby. You're so beautiful."

He stands on his knees with Zandik lying right between his legs. Kunikuzushi strips off his loose tank top and looks down at Zandik, smiling. He sees then how the dim lighting in the room flatters his half-naked body, and judging by how flushed Zandik is now, Kunikuzushi must look like a work of art to him.

"Tell me I'm beautiful, too," Kunikuzushi says, letting his hand roam under the hem of Zandik's dark blue shirt.

"You're beautiful." Zandik doesn't hesitate much this time, but his voice is faltering.

"Tell me you like me."

"I like you... I do."

"Tell me you want to fuck me."

Zandik's eyes widen to saucers. He was already ogling at Kunikuzushi's boobs and transparent panties Kunikuzushi chose to wear for this specific moment, but now the two of them stare at each other in the eye. Kunikuzushi remains silent and waits patiently, while Zandik swallows over, over and over again, all choked up.

"I..."

He winces when Kunikuzushi pushes his shirt up, towards his armpits, and stops to fondle Zandik's belly. The smooth, hairless skin against his fingertips makes Kunikuzushi dizzy.

"Arms up," he demands quietly.

It takes a few seconds again for Zandik to obey. He inhales and exhales through his nose, and it's a very audible, wavering breath. Kunikuzushi leans forward to pull the sleeves of Zandik's shirt until it's completely removed. He tosses it right next to his own top. Kunikuzushi eyes on Zandik's bare chest, fighting the tempation to show him how nipples are meant to be licked and sucked on.

Still straddling Zandik, Kunikuzushi shuffles closer to his face, but not right above it. He takes Zandik's hand and, just like before, gently guides it to his body, to his pubic mound that's still covered by the underwear. If Zandik moved his hand lower, he would feel that the sheer fabric is already soaked through. Frankly, from that distance he should see it, too. Maybe even smell it.

"Put your thumb right here," Kunikuzushi says after letting go of Zandik's trembling hand, and presses his clit through the panties. "Right on this spot."

He moves his finger away, and Zandik puts his thumb in its place. Kunikuzushi swallows hard.

"Do you feel it?" he asks, already heated to the brink of insanity. "The little nub under your finger?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Stroke it. Move the tip of your thumb in circles on it, and do it hard."

Zandik looks completely overwhelmed. There's a wild mix of emotions on his face, but Kunikuzushi wouldn't bother to interpret them properly even if he could. The second Zandik presses on Kunikuzushi's clit and starts to rub it in the exact way he was told, Kunikuzushi lets out a high-pitched mewl. That along with his hips jerking makes Zandik halt, but Kunikuzushi talks over him before he gets to say something stupid again.

"Don't stop, don't stop!" Kunikuzushi gasps. "Do not stop. It feels great. I promise. Keep going."

He can actually hear Zandik swallowing this time. The child resumes moving his thumb, and although his hand isn't exactly steady, he's being very obedient and doing his best to focus on the task he was given.

Kunikuzushi's rhythmic moans fill the bedroom as he pushes his hips forward to meet Zandik's finger. The simple stimulation is enough to make him squirt again, this time only in small amounts, but the fluid still drips through the fabric of Kunikuzushi's panties and lands on Zandik's bare torso.

"Ah!" Zandik exclaims and twitches on the mattress. "Gross! W-why are you peeing on me?"

"Keep going," Kunikuzushi growls and grabs Zandik's wrist before it's out of his reach. "Don't care about that. It's not piss. We can clean it up later."

"You're hurting me... Please, don't hurt me," Zandik whimpers, and Kunikuzushi lets go of him right away.

"Keep touching me and I won't," Kunikuzushi says sharply and presses his pubic bone for added pleasure. "Up and down this time, okay? Do it faster."

Zandik's finger slips off the clit a few times once he starts to move it in a quicker pace, but for the most part he rubs the right spot. Kunikuzushi does circles on his pubic mound and makes sure to moan in a way that, instead of only startling and confusing Zandik, will turn him on.

"Good boy... Oh, fuck, fuck," Kunikuzushi utters through clenched teeth, inhaling with a quiet hiss in his voice. "Keep going... Ahh, keep going. Rub right there, there—"

His umpteenth orgasm of the day hits him like a speeding truck, making his whole body convulse so much he almost collapses on Zandik. Kunikuzushi quickly slams his other hand on the mattress and leans on it for support, and with the other one he squeezes Zandik's fingers, ensuring that the stimulation on his clit doesn't stop just yet.

Instead of screaming or even moaning, Kunikuzushi completely chokes up when his voice gets stuck in his throat. Finally he breathes out a wavering gasp, as if something was literally choking the life out of him, and it's followed by a mess of quiet whimpers.

For a moment all Kunikuzushi sees is flashing stars. He eventually composes himself and meets Zandik's eyes again. Zandik's expression is still difficult to read, but he's breathing hard. Every few seconds he lets out what sounds like an involuntary whimper. There are sweatdrops on his forehead.

He looks gorgeous, even more so than normally. Kunikuzushi stares back at the child for a moment before glancing down at his hips. It's as he expected and hoped; there's a small yet obvious tent in Zandik's pajama pants.

Kunikuzushi moves his wobbly legs, hurries to strip off his drenched panties and fully undress Zandik who squeaks something incomprehensible. It turns out the tent's size was slightly misleading. Zandik is wearing tight boxer briefs, and once Kunikuzushi takes them off, the boy's cock springs out for him to observe.

It is, amazingly enough, bigger than Kunikuzushi thought it would be. In terms of length, it's similar to one of the first butt plugs he used few years ago. It obviously pales in comparison to the cocks Kunikuzushi has taken in both of his holes.

But the people who have fucked him mean nothing to him. He doesn't remember their names anymore. Likewise, he means nothing to them. They are no different than then toys Kunikuzushi keeps in a box, hidden under the bed. Whereas Zandik's small, beautiful, untouched cock that's now visibly throbbing—

"W-wait," Zandik stutters when Kunikuzushi straddles him again without hesitation, this time squatting over his hips; is it fear in his voice? "I d-don't know what I... What are you going to do?"

Clueless. He's so clueless. He looks far more embarrassed than earlier, very tempted to pull his legs up and cover himself. Hasn't this child had any kind of sex education? Has he masturbated even once?

Ah, but who gives a shit? Giving someone so young, innocent and naive the ride of his life is nothing short of exciting, anyway.

"I'm going to make you come," Kunikuzushi smiles, out of breath simply because of the thrill and arousal that's already flaring again in a rapid, violent pace.

If Zandik has something to add, he completely fails to utter it. Legs spread wide open, Kunikuzushi sits on Zandik's erection, and it sinks in so, so effortlessly it's almost laughable. It reaches nowhere near Kunikuzushi's cervix, which is something he doesn't mind much.

It doesn't give him that wonderful sense of being stuffed full, either. Kunikuzushi already knows he won't be having another orgasm, not unless he simultaneously rubs his clit. But it's still sore and aching from earlier like hell.

Doesn't matter. I'm not doing this for my pleasure, but his.

Zandik slammed both of his hands on his mouth as soon as his cock penetrated Kunikuzushi. When Kunikuzushi starts to bounce on top of him, he starts to whimper against his palms in return, and it's incessant. Kunikuzushi isn't sure if he sees right, but there might be tears in Zandik's eyes.

It's not all that surprising. The poor child must be overwhelmed out of his mind. That only makes him all the more desirable.

"You're such a good baby," Kunikuzushi gives a low, delighted chuckle, slowing down a bit and gyrating his hips back and forth while leaning on both of his arms. "So eager and dirty, getting all hard for your friend's big brother. Look."

Zandik's dilated pupils have been fixed on Kunikuzushi's boobs the whole time. Now Kunikuzushi grabs his head and shoves it down a bit, forcing Zandik to look at how Kunikuzushi devours him over and over again, how red and swollen both his cock and the spread folds around it are, and how Kunikuzushi's slick sticks to its base each time he lowers his hips.

"Tell me you want me," Kunikuzushi pants, repeating his earlier words and deliberately clenching his cunt around Zandik's little shaft. "Tell me. Say it."

"I-I... ugh," Zandik fails to swallow a teary hiccup. "I want you."

"How much?" Kunikuzushi lets the cock slip out of his hole, takes a firm hold of it and drags it across the soaked slit, rubbing the glans and his clit together and finally moaning again himself.

"A lot!" Zandik whines, now trembling. "A lot..."

"Do you think you're close? Have you ever had an orgasm?"

"N-no."

Huh. Figures. At least he knows what an orgasm is.

"Tell me how it feels," Kunikuzushi says and lets go of Zandik altogether, denying them both any and all friction.

Zandik mewls again before managing to put words together. Kunikuzushi has never seen anyone blush like Zandik does now. His body is glistening with sweat in the dim light, and his hips are buckering, no doubt begging for the lost stimulation. He hasn't even come yet and he's already an absolute mess.

"My tummy... My t-tummy feels weird," he squeaks, eyes shut tight and hands still hovering over his mouth. "My legs are shaking and something's burning down there! It doesn't hurt, b-but it... It feels weird. I'm scared..."

Though Zandik can't see it with his eyes closed, Kunikuzushi smiles wider than earlier, overjoyed. He sits back on the cock that's twitching on its own. Zandik yelps, thrusting his tiny hips upward immediately. Normally that sort of thing would make Kunikuzushi choke on a moan, but now he doesn't derive much pleasure from it, although he can feel the movement inside him just fine.

Something doesn't occur to Kunikuzushi until now, until the very moment he resumes grinding on Zandik's cock. Though it's recent, Zandik has reached puberty. No one has told Kunikuzushi that, but having spent enough time with the boy and watching him grow and develop physically, Kunikuzushi has no doubt about it.

He feels pleasantly lightheaded all of a sudden. If he didn't want Zandik to come inside him earlier, he now demands it. The thought of being bred by the person Kunikuzushi is head over heels for, by his little sister's friend, an 11-year-old child... All the risks behind it, the outrage it would cause, the sheer insanity of the entire concept...

Zandik looks and sounds like he's right on the edge, but Kunikuzushi hops off again, leaving Zandik hanging and whining again as if he was being tortured — which he sort of is. Kunikuzushi lies down on his back, but not before pulling Zandik right on top of him, aligning Zandik's hips with his much wider ones and spreading his legs open. The boy is shaking, utterly thunderstruck.

"No," Kunikuzushi breathes out when Zandik tries to mindlessly hump on his other thigh for instant relief. "I want you inside. Shit..."

It's both amusing and frustrating how Zandik can't handle even this much without having someone holding his hand. Kunikuzushi grabs Zandik's cock once more, guides it to his entrance and finally pushes his hips forward to help with the insertion.

Kunikuzushi then squeezes the boy's round, small butt cheeks — perfect for him to grope, just like his boobs are perfect for Zandik — and pulls him even closer, effectively making Zandik slide deeper into his cunt.

The noises Zandik has been making for the past minutes get only sweeter, as well as louder since he's no longer covering his mouth. His hands are grasping Kunikuzushi's shoulders instead. For a moment Kunikuzushi worries Zandik won't realize what it is he's meant to do now, but then those lovely, tiny hips start to thrust into Kunikuzushi.

It has to be the most endearing thing Kunikuzushi has ever seen Zandik do. He fully focuses on relishing the look on the child's face, and spurs him on by moaning obscenely in time with the thrusts. His moans aren't entirely authentic, but Zandik wouldn't know that, nor does he need to.

Zandik is adorable yet awkward and clumsy with his movements, but he has finally gotten the gist of it; either that, or then it's simply just natural instinct telling him to thrust back and forth for stimulation, just like he was about to start humping Kunikuzushi's thigh earlier without giving it any thought.

The sounds Zandik is making are a fine mix of teary whimpers and fitful moans. If Kunikuzushi didn't know better, he would think Zandik was in distress. But that makes no sense. Kunikuzushi doesn't think he has ever seen anyone so overcome with sheer sexual pleasure. What would distress, or any other strongly negative emotion, have to do with it?

Kunikuzushi recognizes the signs of approaching orgasm. He didn't expect this would take long at all, and honestly, he has no complaints. He keeps squeezing Zandik's butt cheeks through the boy's first orgasm, tightening his grip and holding Zandik so close they might as well be literally joined at the hip. Kunikuzushi can barely feel the load spurting inside him, but he certainly feels how Zandik's cock is pulsating. It's enough to elicit a genuine moan from Kunikuzushi.

They're left panting together, embracing each other in the middle of the bed. The duvet under them is soaked in their sweat. Zandik is shaking like a leaf. Kunikuzushi would definitely shake, too, providing he actually had a cock he could bury balls deep in someone else's tight cunt, as a little child no less.

He still has his hands on Zandik's quivering hips. Kunikuzushi doesn't allow Zandik to pull away, even if he tried. He wants every single drop of the boy's cum. In his high-like state, Kunikuzushi still can't really think of anything more arousing than the risk of it.

He'll realize later on, once he's sobered up from his high, that it's not much of a risk in the first place. Kunikuzushi is no stranger to morning-after pills.

He finally lets go of Zandik and clears his throat a little bit, well aware that his voice is always raspy after sex. Zandik continues to tremble on top of Kunikuzushi. He has his head turned to the side and chin lowered, as if he was trying his hardest to hide his face.

Kunikuzushi sighs and rolls over, effortlessly taking Zandik with him and switching their places. The child yelps again, this time so feebly it's almost sad. He stops averting his eyes and looks up at Kunikuzushi.

He really is crying. Those are not sweatdrops streaming down his face.

"Hey," Kunikuzushi says softly; nothing or no one could rile him up now, not after everything that just happened. "Don't cry, baby. It's alright. You're not hurt, are you?"

Zandik bites his lip and shakes his head once. It's a pitiful sight, so much so that Kunikuzushi can't help but caress the boy's face.

"I know you're exhausted, so let's take a quick shower and go to sleep," Kunikuzushi says. "This will be our secret. Okay? No one needs to know."

There's clear hesitation in Zandik's eyes. Even his lips are trembling now.

"No one needs to know," Kunikuzushi repeats very, very slowly to get his point across.

"Okay," Zandik whispers.

"Say it."

"No one needs to know."

Kunikuzushi smiles at him, leaning down to kiss his trembling mouth. Zandik merely parts his lips.

"I love you," Kunikuzushi says.

His voice is almost as quiet as Zandik's now, and still softer, gentler, and warmer than it ever is when he talks to his family members. Kunikuzushi touches the wet mouth that he just kissed, grazes it with his fingertips, mesmerized by what's in front of him. He's waiting.

"Tell me you love me, too."

There's even more silent tears. More hesitation, more quivering.

"I love you," Zandik says eventually.

He sounds sincere. Kunikuzushi can't stop smiling, and his heart flutters.

It's a strange, unfamiliar sensation.