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Kazuma glanced around to make sure there was no one nearby and then slipped into the mansion’s master bedroom. Barok was avoiding him lately, and he intended to find out why. He hadn’t found clues anywhere else, so maybe here was where the answers lay waiting.
He wasn’t entirely sure what he was looking for. Letters from a lover, maybe? An odd twinge shot through his heart at the thought. Surely it wasn’t that. What else it could be, he wasn’t sure, but if he didn’t find out why Barok was acting strangely, he’d—
Footsteps approached from the hallway.
His heart leaped into his throat. As the footsteps got closer and closer, he looked around. His gaze landed on the wardrobe, and he ran for it. He ducked inside and pulled the door shut again just as someone entered the bedroom.
Concealed alongside Barok’s clothes, he opened the wardrobe door a crack and peered out.
Barok walked into the room and let out a long sigh.
What… what was he doing here? He’d said he was going back to the office to get some work done, even though it was already evening. Whenever he did that, he didn’t return to the manor until late at night. Such an insufferable workaholic … Kazuma had gotten tired of chastising him for it and instead started putting in extra effort to make sure he at least got some rest when he was home.
Knowing him, he probably only came back because he forgot something. This should be brief. Kazuma would just have to remain inside the wardrobe until he left, and then he could resume his search.
Barok sighed again. He ran a hand through his hair. Then he removed his waistcoat and loosened his jabot.
If he came over to the wardrobe, this could get awkward fast…
But he didn’t. He sat down on the bed and took off his boots, then settled back against the pillows. He sighed yet a third time. He ran his hand through his hair again.
Whatever this was about, it was tempting to scream at him to get on with it already, but Kazuma held his silence. He remained crouched in the wardrobe, hardly daring to breathe.
“What am I doing?” Barok asked out loud.
That made two of them wondering. He was certainly in a strange mood today.
“Forgive me my weakness,” Barok said under his breath.
Then he unfastened his belt.
Kazuma straightened up. This looked like it was about to get a lot more interesting than he thought.
Oblivious to his presence—which was a concern, really; what if he was an assassin hiding in the wardrobe instead?—Barok removed his belt and set it aside. He unfastened his pants and reached within to free his cock, already partly-erect.
It would be polite to look away, but Kazuma couldn’t. His pulse quickened as he stared through the crack. This far from the bed, he didn’t have a good view, but he liked everything about what he could see.
Mouth dry, he swallowed hard. Considering how uptight Barok was, he’d assumed he never touched himself. Maybe that explained all the muttering about forgiveness a moment ago, but that just made him more curious about what could drive him to do this. And he’d fantasized about seeing Barok like this so often… surely it was all right if he watched, just a little.
With yet a fourth sigh, Barok wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. He still had his gloves on, and he squeezed his shaft in what seemed like a painfully tight grip. He dragged his hand upward.
Kazuma winced. Maybe Barok was a masochist.
As he watched, Barok released his cock, then wrapped his hand around the base again for another slow drag upward. He frowned at his hardening shaft as if were a lying witness in court, like his cock had somehow disappointed him. He repeated the motion with no change in his expression.
…Maybe he wasn’t a masochist. It didn’t look like he was having a good time.
Kazuma gritted his teeth. Either his initial assumption was correct and Barok had never done this before, or he’d somehow learned how to do it wrong. Whatever the case might be, a tragedy was unfolding out there in the bedroom.
He clenched his jaw.
Barok attempted his slow, too-tight, stilted jerking motion a few more times, until he finally stopped. He looked at his cock. He looked at his hand. He rubbed the head with his palm for a few seconds, and then his shoulders slumped.
He grabbed the base of his shaft in that same tight grip as before.
“ARGH!” Kazuma burst out of the wardrobe and marched over to the bed. “If you’re going to sneak out of the office to pleasure yourself, at least do it right!”
Barok’s eyes grew huge. “A-Asogi?!”
If there was one thing Kazuma couldn’t stand, it was seeing someone do things incorrectly. He climbed up onto the bed with Barok and pushed his hand out of the way. He wrapped his own hand around Barok’s cock instead, and the very feel of it made his whole body grow flushed. He kept his touch lighter, applying just enough pressure to make it feel good, and dragged his hand upward.
A stifled groan escaped Barok.
Without waiting, Kazuma slid his hand back down and then up again. He picked up a steady motion, until he was pumping his hand up and down Barok’s cock. The warmth of his skin was intoxicating, the sight of his cock up close even more so. And those tiny little gasps and groans he let out made Kazuma’s head spin.
“Asogi…”
“Feels much better this way, doesn’t it?” Kazuma said with a laugh, breathless himself as he touched the man he’d dreamed about so often.
On the next pass, he gave his hand a slight twist when he reached the head, and Barok bucked his hips upward to thrust into Kazuma’s hand with a groan. That must be the way, then. He continued, stroking him faster and faster, varying the motion until Barok’s breathing grew ragged and erratic.
His cock twitched in Kazuma’s hand, and he drew a sharp breath of his own. He looked up, not willing to miss a single second of his reaction.
Barok’s face contorted with pleasure, and his eyes fluttered shut. He thrust his hips forward again as he came, and warm spurts of his seed landed across Kazuma’s hand.
Kazuma stroked him through his climax and then finally released him with a sharp exhale of his own. He stared at his hand. He should clean it, but… not yet. Tasting it sounded like a much better idea, if he could count on Barok not being scandalized by such a thing…
Barok.
The enormity of what he’d just done crashed in on him. He’d hidden in his mentor’s bedroom, watched him touch himself, burst out to tell him he was doing it wrong, and then taken over himself without even giving him a chance to say yes or no. At least Barok hadn’t shoved him off the bed or anything, but…
Barok opened his eyes and stared at Kazuma. The look on his face was unreadable.
Kazuma squirmed until his scrutiny, suddenly too aware of his hand dripping with Barok’s seed. He wiped his hand off on the sheet, but that just drew more attention to what he’d done. On top of that, he was hard himself, and all Barok would need to do was look down to notice.
There was no good way out of this situation, but he had to do something…
“Hi,” he said.
“D-Don’t ‘hi’ me!” Barok’s normally pale cheeks turned scarlet. “What are you doing, Asogi? Why are you in my bedroom?”
“You’ve been avoiding me!” Embarrassment over what he’d done—and worse, fear that he might have ruined everything—made Kazuma defensive. “I was afraid something was wrong, so I decided to look around… and then you came back so suddenly, I had to hide! I had no idea you’d come home to do that.”
“And when you saw what I was doing, you decided to come out and help?”
Kazuma winced. “Well you were doing such a bad job of it…” He looked away. “…and I wanted you to feel good…”
Now he was blushing, too.
He cleared his throat. “Sorry. I’ll… go.” Maybe he’d jump in the Thames while he was it.
“Wait.” Barok caught his arm before he could get up. “I, err…”
“Yes?”
“I…” He cleared his throat. “If you so desire, I would be glad to… return the favor.”
Kazuma snapped his gaze to his face again. Barok refused to look directly at him, and he was still blushing, but there was no denying what he’d just offered. He wasn’t angry about what Kazuma had done, then. Not only that, but he wanted it to continue.
Maybe this answered why he’d been behaving so strangely.
Kazuma grinned and settled down alongside him. “Well, someone needs to teach you how to do it properly, after all. Consider this your first lesson.”