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"Oh," Tsurumi gasped, soft and desperate.
Ogata couldn't hear very well from under here, and he doubted Tsurumi was able to hear him chuckling either. Probably for the best. They were separated by a thick, heavy futon framing the kotatsu. Every sound he heard from the outside were muffled as if he were underwater, or perhaps it was just the heat making him delirious.
The electric heater attached beneath the tabletop pressed right into the base of Ogata's spine, hot, and heavy. Though it was elevated above ground high enough to tuck your legs under, cramming your entire body inside was far from comfortable. There wasn't much space for him to navigate without bumping his head against the tabletop, but that was fine. He only had to crawl forward on his belly from his side of the table to Tsurumi's, prying his thighs open and pressing his lips over his crotch.
Tsurumi is rarely taken by surprise, but this time, Ogata succeeded. His startled moans were so foreign and uncharacteristic that no matter how quiet he tried to be, there was no missing it. The sounds reverberated through Ogata's entire body, clear as the midday sun outside, and twice as hot.
"You shouldn't…" He trailed off. Ogata caught his zipper between his front teeth, and pulled it all the way down in one, swift move. He trailed his lips upward, darting his tongue against the button, through the hole, until Tsurumi's pants became undone.
The rest was easy, practically routine at this point. He sucked on Tsurumi's bulge, feeling his already stiff cock through his underwear until the cotton was damp in his mouth. The white fabric stained dark not with just his spit. Ogata could pull the waistband down, either by hand or teeth, but he enjoyed dirtying Tsurumi up. He liked knowing that Tsurumi would have to sit in his own filth until he could excuse himself to get a fresh pair of underwear. Ogata's spit dripped down the inside of his muscular thighs until it dried onto his skin.
"Wada-san is right outside," he said, but he spread his legs wider. "Bad boy. My husband is going to see us."
Ogata shivered. He couldn't suppress the grin spreading across his face. It felt good to be talked to this way—with disdain and arousal in equal measures. Put off by his little boy misbehaving, and yet he couldn't quite help himself.
"Bad boy," sighed Tsurumi. His fingers came to rest upon Ogata's head, carding through his hair when Ogata finally took his cock into his mouth. "Such a bad, bad boy.."