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It’s a sweet night in Inazuma as the streetlight flickers through the window screen. The night breeze is pleasant as it dips into the room. The air smells fresh too; it’s drizzling outside. You carefully adjust the hem of your yukata, waiting patiently for the arrival of Kaedehara Kazuha, oyabun of the Kaedehara clan. You’d only briefly seen him, lined up with the other sex workers before he chose to spend his night with you, for whatever reason. He had a peculiar streak of scarlet in his snowy hair, red eyes to match, and a soft voice beneath a firm tone. Truthfully, he looked pretty, almost a little delicate for the exterior he presented.
You hear footsteps and look up before you hear his voice from behind the shoji screen, “May I come in?”
“Yes!” you reply quickly, a little surprised that he asked.
The door slides open and Kazuha steps inside, his half-open kimono fluttering slightly, revealing the colorful tattoo adorning the right side of his chest and back. Your stolen glance reveals a red rush of maple leaves, beautifully entwined with a tree branch that dips lower beneath the fabric. You lower your head respectfully, “Kaedehara-san, I am pleased to make your acquaintance.”
He closes the screen with a quiet thud before he looks at you, a smile creeping across his lips. “Please, call me Kazuha. We’re to be lovers tonight, are we not?”
You smile shyly and nod, feeling a faint blush on your cheeks that perplexes you. “Kazuha, then,” you murmur.
He nods, walking to the small table in the middle of the room as he produces a small bottle. “Sake?”
You shake your head, “I don’t partake.”
“Hmmm,” he muses, sitting down on the couch, “I’ll have to find some other way to break the ice, then.”
You stammer, “O-oh, no need, I’m your escort after all,” you clear your throat and compose yourself before you step closer. “I should be the one taking care of such things.”
Kazuha almost smirks as he looks over your face. “Don’t worry,” he replies quietly, “The blush on your face, the quick beating of your heart…I can tell that I have you flustered. My apologies,” he concludes with a slight bow of his head.
“Uh,” you say, fidgeting nervously with your hand, before he reaches out to grip it gently.
“It’s alright. Sit with me,” he whispers, and you gulp as you nod.
You sit next to him on the couch and take a deep breath, fighting between nerves and curiosity as you turn his words over in your head. You settle on the latter before you turn to ask him, “You can hear my heart beating?”
Kazuha smiles a bit sheepishly, and it strikes you as unusual for an oyabun. “I’ve always had especially keen hearing. I think of it as a gift from nature. So, I’m aware that you’re still nervous. I know that’s a little unfair, forgive me.”
He raises his hand to brush a stray hair behind your ear, a shiver trailing his fingers. It lingers as he asks, “May I?”
“Mhm.”
He combs through your hair slowly, delicately, and you can’t help but relax at the familiar touch. “Believe me when I say it’s no trouble,” he whispers. “I’m quite aware of the role that you’re expected to play with me, but know that I honestly find your reaction very flattering.”
You turn to look at him, a grin tugging at your lips, which he returns.
He adds, “It’s also…refreshing, to see something so genuine.”
He watches as your eyes flick back and forth for a moment, lost in thought. Could that be why he picked you? Perhaps he could tell you were a little excited just listening to him earlier. You smile, your face a bit warm. “You’re also different from what I expected. I didn’t think you’d be so…gentle.”
He nods. “I’ve never been one to cross business and pleasure. Let’s forget about that while we’re here, and focus on what we’d like to do.”
He lowers his hand to cup your cheek. “How can I please you?” he asks softly.
You take in a breath, transfixed by his stare. “...You’re pleasing me already.”
He chuckles. “Sensitive? Take your time, I do need to know what you’d like. Or at least, what you don’t.”
You breathe deeply, collecting yourself enough to respond more properly. “I’ve always liked having my neck kissed.”
“Me too,” he whispers with a smile before he leans in. You feel a little puff as he blows against your skin, and you gasp before his lips follow. His kisses start slow and exploratory, some closer to your jaw and further towards your nape, before they speed up and you pant softly, melting against the couch as he shifts and follows you. He tilts your chin up to reveal more of your neck and you let out a small, whiney moan.
“You like this a lot,” he chuckles, pulling back to look at your flushed face.
“Pft,” you reply, indignant. “Didn’t you say that you like it too? Should I do the same for you?”
“If you’d like. But I think that I should attend to you first. What better way to relax you than something like this. Kissing you here…or perhaps in other places?”
You giggle, your head falling back against the couch again. “I can’t really say no to that.”
“Mhm.” He smirks.
Slowly, he moves to straddle you on the couch, settling himself close to your hips. He feels warm and weighty and good, his hands moving to your sides as he presses a kiss to the base of your chin. You let out a small breath as your eyelids lower.
“You seem to enjoy being handled like this, too,” he adds as he looks up at you.
It takes you a second to respond, your voice a bit breathy. “Well...you put me at ease.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
He presses a few more kisses along your throat, up to your cheek, and then closer up to your ear. You moan at the feeling as he slides his hands towards the hem of your yukata, rubbing his fingers along your shoulders.
“You can take it off,” you murmur, eager to feel more of his warm touch, and he chuckles gently as he eases it over your arms. He kisses your chest as it’s revealed to him, mapping a line from your neck towards the top of your breast. You feel cool air followed by his warm lips on your nipple, making your breath hitch as he flicks his tongue. It feels intriguing to have a man who’s so feared lowered against your breasts, sucking them in a way that feels almost subservient.
He flits from one to the other, licking and rubbing them until they’re peaked in his mouth and your hips are grinding against him gently.
“Would you like a little more?” he whispers. “You look quite lovely like this, you know.”
When you squirm, flustered, he giggles and rubs your sides, thumbing circles against your skin before he reaches down to your obi. After a nod from you he undoes the knot easily, sliding your yukata down across your thighs so you’re left in only your undergarments. He smirks lightly at you as he presses his fingers against your inner thighs, encouraging you to spread your legs, and you oblige with a small whine. The air feels cool against you as his eyes rake over the fabric.
“Already wet,” he murmurs, “were you thinking about this?”
You huff a breath and mutter, “Maybe.”
“I wonder what you thought about. Perhaps this?” he asks, hooking his fingers under the waistband before tugging gently down.
You giggle and lift your hips. “Among other things.”
Once he sets your clothing to the side, he leans in and kisses the inside of your thigh, sucking gently before trailing up. He takes his time, teasing you with peppery pecks until you wriggle your hips impatiently.
“Isn’t it supposed to be my job to tease?” you grumble.
“Didn’t I say that we’re forgetting business here?”
You sigh, contenting yourself with spreading your legs a bit more invitingly. Just as you’ve started to relax, you feel his fingers at your folds, pulling them apart. You gasp at the sensation around your clit, feeling it twitch in response.
“Breathtaking,” he murmurs, watching it for a moment, and you whine. He looks up at you again and adds, “Do you like being looked at like this?”
You make another embarrassing noise, turning your head away. “Fuck, Kazuha. Do you want me to beg?”
He laughs before you feel him lean in and press his lips against your clit. You make a surprised noise as you look down at him, thinking for some reason that he’d touch you first before using his mouth. He fixes you with his scarlet eyes.
“Surprised? Or do you not like this?”
You breathe out, a small smile on your lips. “Just surprised.”
He giggles before he continues, looking up at you as he licks gently. You take a breath as you let yourself get used to the feeling of his soft, wet tongue.
Kazuha is sweet and slow, seemingly no stranger to having sensitive things in his mouth. He watches you closely, sucking longer when it makes you moan, and easing back whenever you tell him it’s too much. He’s talented, seeming to notice every little catch of breath and noise in your throat as he learns exactly what pleases you, his mouth wrapped diligently around your clit. Eventually, he finds a rhythm of sucking and licking that has you grasping at the couch, panting as he holds your thighs steady.
“I…think, if you keep going…” you gasp.
Kazuha hums against you, his eyelids lowering. He only continues what he’s doing, licking and sucking in such a wonderful way until-
You cry out, not bothering to muffle the sound in the pleasure house. Kazuha grasps your hips as you grind against his face, gripping at the cushions as you ride out your pleasure. Eventually, your breathing settles, and Kazuha rests his head on your thigh.
A bit giddy, you giggle breathlessly. “Not everyone bothers to get me off, you know.”
“A shame,” Kazuha sighs, licking your slick off his lips. “Imagine missing something like this.”
You fluster, taking a deep, shaky breath as you look over at him. “...Could I please you now?”
He raises his eyebrows. “Well, you already have, but…” He blushes a little, and you tilt your head. Is he shy?
“But?”
“You might find that I’m a bit, ah, different, than what you’re expecting.”
“Hmm,” you reach down to stroke his cheek. “Whatever it is, it’s alright.”
He leans into your touch, grinning sheepishly up at you. Wordlessly, he shifts his kimono open a little further. You look across his chest for what he wants you to see, noticing a few faint scars that are probably from fights before you notice a horizontal one below his pectoral.
Your eyebrows raise, “Oh. Yeah, like I said.” You smile, bringing your other hand down to stroke his hair. “Thanks for trusting me.”
He smiles faintly and relaxes, closing his eyes as you tuck soft strands of hair behind his ear. He almost looks like he’ll start purring.
“You know, I don’t think anyone here would give you trouble about that.” You pause, “Why were you so worried, are you not always treated well?”
“Mm-mm, it’s not that. It’s just that…I enjoy focusing on my partners. Not everyone is as eager as you are to focus on me, as well.”
“Hmm. Could you come here, Kazuha?”
He lifts his head out of your hand and you tug him towards you with your other, brushing your lips against his in an exploratory kiss before you shiver at the taste of yourself.
“Why don’t you let me see you?” you murmur, rubbing your fingers along the hem of his kimono.
He licks his lips and nods. Pulling back onto his knees, he slips his other arm out of his sleeve. The fabric falls down and reveals more of the tattoo, the maple branch curving to the right and down past his waist before careening lower beneath his hakama.
“It’s pretty, you know. Your tattoo.”
He grins, “I’m happy you like it.”
As your gaze rakes across his chest, you notice where the other scar would blend into the tree, nestled in its embrace.
“...Would you like it if I kissed those scars?” You blush, a little unsure.
He giggles. “If you’d like to.”
With a smile, you lean forward. You start with the bare one, kissing it sweetly before you flit over to the one in the leaves. You brush your lips against it, kissing a path along the branch until you’re close to his nipple.
“Are your nipples sensitive?” you ask quietly.
“Yes,” he whispers. “You may try whatever you like.”
You hum softly before you lick at the bud, tasting the warmth of his skin. There’s a slight hitch in his breath that turns into a moan once you pull it into your mouth, sucking gently.
“Th-, that feels good,” he murmurs, his voice high-pitched and strained, and you exhale against his chest.
You hold onto his sides, rubbing small circles with your thumbs and feeling his breathing quicken as you draw more little noises from the capable man between your teeth. You move across to his other nipple, teasing it the same way and ending with a little kiss. When you look up at him, you find him panting softly, his face a bit pink, and his eyelids lowered. So pretty.
You whisper to him, tugging at his waistband, “I want to have more of you in my mouth than just that.”
He makes a little noise and acquiesces, letting out a breath as he starts to pull off his hakama. They fall down his thighs like a curtain, revealing white, downy hair that covers his tattoo like a cloud before the inky branch ends in a sprig of leaves on his upper thigh. It looks incredibly kissable.
“Do you want to sit down?” you ask quietly, gesturing to the couch next to you.
“Mhm.”
He plops onto the cushion, completely bare, easing back as he faces you. His thighs feel smooth and so soft as you press into them with your palms, gently urging him to spread his legs. He sighs as he does, looking aroused but still sheepish. His folds look soft and inviting beneath the fluffy hair, and you can see the slight twitching around the top of his vulva and his slickness shining in the lantern light.
“Fuck, you look pretty,” you whisper, and he makes a small noise as his clit twitches again.
“...You think so?” he asks, his gaze hazy.
“Are you kidding? You’re lovely. And I’m not just saying that, remember what we agreed on?”
He closes his eyes, sighs, and nods. “...Thank you.”
In response, you press a small kiss near his knee, curving in as you start a path up his inner thigh. He sighs and you feel them fall open further, warm in your hands as you rub them steadily, and you sweep through the space he gives you until his hair tickles your chin. You shift up to his tattoo, kissing each of the burgundy leaves before trailing up the branch, stopping just below his navel. You look up at him and find his cheeks pinker than before.
“Feeling good?” you ask.
“Mhm.” He sighs, “Do what you’d like.”
It’s all the invitation you need. You smile before kissing down to his mound, meeting your lips in a fluffy mess. You breathe him in, his smell rather gentle as your lips brush against his wetness, imbuing just a taste of him. You move your hands up his thighs, parting his folds to reveal his clit. You can’t help but admire the way it throbs, poking out of its hood.
Kazuha groans softly, a little noise slipping past a bitten lip.
“What is it?” you ask, a tease in your voice.
He licks his lips, breathing out shakily. “I’m not one to rush you,” he murmurs.
“Oh, is that what it is? You can if you’d like,” you whisper back, pressing a tender kiss to his clit.
“Fuck,” he breathes, the word yanked out of him as his face scrunches.
“You like that?” you ask, unable to help a breathy giggle.
He smiles distractedly.
“That would be-” you start licking, “mmm, an understatement.”
You shudder at the strain in his voice, breathing out against his folds before you close your lips around him. He feels warm and wet in your mouth and he tastes a bit musky. Very clean and so slippery.
“Fuck, Kazuha. You’re so wet. Did you…like eating me out that much?”
He hums affirmation before whining softly, prettily, arching his back.
“What else can I do…?” you murmur, moving your fingers to trail along his slit while your other hand caresses his thigh. “Here?”
“Yes, yes, you may…”
He feels so warm as you slip your fingers inside, feeling the light pulses of his arousal shifting his walls. You groan against his clit as they’re practically sucked in and Kazuha moans. He feels so soft, so unbelievably vulnerable, and you press your fingers around as you explore the inside of him. Soon, you find a spongy spot that gleans a throaty moan from his mouth.
“There,” he pants.
You hum and start pressing into it repeatedly, listening to his sounds, testing different pressures and speeds until he’s moaning nice and loud. He squeezes around your fingers and you return your focus to his clit, licking and sucking lightly until he whimpers.
“So good, you sound so fucking good,” you tell him, unconsciously grinding your hips against the cushion as you please him, and he whines as he presses against your mouth.
“Close,” he pants.
He looks up at you through bleary eyes before he looks slightly past you, eyes glazing even more as he watches your hips. It’s not long after that, after you suck his clit and press inside of him just perfectly that he yelps, grasping at the cushion. His ass presses down into the couch as he grinds against your face, every moan leaving his lips so beautiful and breathless and dripping with that soft, sweet voice you’d grown to love since you first heard it. You try your best to follow him and lick his clit slower, lighter, not wanting to risk overstimulating him. Eventually, his noises quiet down, his movements settle, and you pull back to look at his hazy expression. His eyes are closed and his mouth hangs open as his body goes limp. You lick your fingers clean as you watch him, savoring the taste.
“You did so well,” you murmur, smiling, and his lips twitch. Happy but still too tired.
You sigh and stretch, briefly rubbing a bit of tension out of your clit before curling your arms up on the backrest, cradling your chin. Soon enough, Kazuha is blinking his eyes open, thoroughly licking his lips that must be dry from panting, and meeting you with a serene gaze.
“Thank you for that,” he says softly.
You smile at him. “Thank you for sharing yourself with me.”
“Mhm”, he replies with a small blush. “You, as well.”
He gestures for you to come closer, reaching out for you as you lean in and curl up against his chest. He’s warm, a little sweaty, and he smells almost sweet. It’s soothing to lay with him like this, his fingers lazily stroking your hair as the lamplight flickers above you. For a while, the only sounds are the faint crickets through the window, distant voices, and the soft rain outside.
After a little time goes by, you get restless, straightening up carefully and stretching your arms above your head. He looks up at you with affection in his gaze, and you giggle.
“Kazuha, I’ve been curious, actually. Could I see the back of your tattoo?”
His eyebrows raise and he nods, flipping over onto his stomach before he looks at you over his shoulder. His back is covered in more leaves and breezes and a kitsune stepping down near his ass. A fluffy little gust wraps around his right cheek in a way that highlights the curve wonderfully.
“...Can I pat your ass, Kazuha?”
He laughs. “If it pleases you.”
“It does.”
His butt is so full and pretty and you pat his ass cheeks with gleeful abandon, the sound of skin on skin echoing as you slap slap slap his butt like a bongo. It is delightful and perfect and it jiggles as Kazuha snorts into the pillow.