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It’s the third time in exactly a week that the pretty boy is in Kojiro’s restaurant again. There are a lot of reasons he sticks out among Sia La Luce’s clientele—too young, too edgy, too much— even without all of that, Kojiro’s pretty sure he’d notice the pretty Cherry Blossom, as he’s mentally dubbed him.
Long, sakura pink hair spills over his shoulder, silver glitters from his ears, an eyebrow, and his lip, and gleaming golden eyes that Kojiro would swear he keeps catching watching him all make him impossible to ignore.
He comes in alone, sits at the bar, orders a different meal every time, eats neatly, and flirts outrageously with Kojiro’s staff. Flirts, but doesn’t give his name or number and makes no promises.
Two of his servers called out this evening—there’s a nasty stomach bug going around—so Kojiro’s a little short-handed and trying to help ring people out between cooking. Naturally, that means his piece of shit POS—he’s convinced it’s not a coincidence that piece of shit and point of sale have the same acronym—starts flaking on him. It’s busy enough that he really doesn’t have time to deal with this, and the register is close enough to customers that he’s having to bite back the line of curses he’d like to let out.
“Do you…” a slightly amused voice interrupts his thoughts. Kojiro turns and sees it’s Cherry Blossom speaking. “Do you need a hand with that?”
It is busy, but Kojiro can spend five minutes cussing at the machine under his breath, or he can spend five minutes flirting with the cute twink. Given how the POS has been acting up lately, he suspects five minutes with the cute twink is probably a better use of his time.
“Think you can help this old man with this crappy register system?”
Cherry Blossom smiles, and there’s something a little sharp in it that reminds Kojiro of a fox. “I’m pretty good with computers,” he says. “I can at least take a look.”
Since the damn thing legitimately appears to be frozen—and there’s no secure information easily accessible on it anyway—Kojiro shrugs, going to the side to let Cherry Blossom behind the desk. He can’t help but notice a thin line of skin flash beneath the edge of his shirt as Cherry Blossom stands up and makes his way over.
“Do you mind?” he asks, motioning toward the register.
“Not at all,” Kojiro says, stepping out of the way.
To his surprise, Cherry Blossom immediately feels around the machine for a port, finding it quickly, then somehow pulls a connector of some kind from the purple bracelet he’s wearing. Kojiro had noticed the bracelet but hadn’t thought much about it. He’s definitely wondering about it now.
Cherry Blossom wastes no time, plugging it into the port he found, which makes the screen appear to fragment, then a black background with purple lettering that matches the bracelet pops up, as well as an on-screen keypad. Long, well-manicured fingers type across the screen quickly, and what feels like only a moment later, the register reboots. Cherry Blossom reaches around to pull the cord free, tucking it back into his bracelet, pretty but unremarkable, as the screen asks for a log-in.
Stepping aside, he says with a smile, “Go on. Log in.”
Eyeing the young man, Kojiro swipes his card, enters his code—that Cherry Blossom makes a point of turning his back for—then sees the normal menu pop up. Suspicious, Kojiro takes the ticket he’d been ringing up, goes through the steps, and everything seems to be working, well, as perfectly as it ever had, which wasn’t great, but it did work.
Hesitating before he runs the customer’s card, he shot a glance at Cherry Blossom. “How do I know that you’re not just going to steal all of my customer data?” he asks, half joking, half serious.
“You don’t,” Cherry Blossom tells him with a twinkle in his golden eyes. “You’ll just have to trust me.”
“And should I do that?” Kojiro finds himself asking. This is his business, his life’s blood. He should not be so cavalier about how easily this kid apparently hacked into it. Honestly, he shouldn’t have been so cavalier about letting the pretty boy touch it to begin with. A long day and frustration combined with a pretty young face had led to him letting down his guard.
Smile widening, making his eyes crinkle up, Cherry Blossom says, “Well, it is just a temporary fix.”
“Is it now?”
Cherry Blossom nods. “It is,” he says confidently. “What you should really do is ask me to come back after closing and write your boss a better Point of Sales program.”
“Uh huh,” Kojiro says, amused even though he sees the scam for what it is now. “And how long will my system work without your generous rewrite?”
That catches Cherry Blossom off guard. “Your system?” he asks.
“Yes, my system. This is my restaurant,” Kojiro confirms. For the first time, he sees Cherry Blossom a little surprised, but he regains his balance quickly, looking even more pleased.
“Then I guess I don’t have to wait for the owner’s approval to improve your systems, do I?”
Kojiro crosses his arms. “And what, exactly, is this new-and-improved custom system going to cost me?”
To his surprise, Cherry Blossom shrugs. “We could decide that later. I think right now you have meals you need to ring out, and I am one of them.” He pulls a slim wallet out of his back pocket—the same purple as his bracelet—fishes out a credit card and hands it over.
A little suspicious, Kojiro takes the card and looks at the name. Sakurayashiki Kaoru. “Your name is actually Cherry Blossom?” he blurts.
“Is that how you’ve been thinking of me?” Cherry—Sakurayashiki asks, looking pleased.
“I… err…” Kojiro is usually a thousand times smoother than this, but he also doesn’t usually have twenty-year-olds hitting on him. At least, not much anymore. He knows what he looks like and that he’s still certainly attractive, but college-age isn’t his average pull these days.
“Kaoru,” he says. “You can call me Kaoru, if you’d like.”
Okay, it is definitely not Kojiro’s imagination; Cherry— Kaoru— is flirting with him. Hard.
“Chef!” Houri, his sous chef, calls, reminding Kojiro that he has a busy restaurant to be running. He turns his attention back to the menu, quickly finding Kaoru’s order by his seat, and ringing it up, running his card. The name on the card is also Sakurayashiki Kaoru, but if Kaoru is as good as Kojiro suspects, he’s pretty sure that could easily be faked. Still, everything goes through as normal, the receipt prints out, and he hands it to Kaoru, who raises an eyebrow at him.
“Is there some reason you still do paper receipts? In this day and age?” He takes the receipt and the pen Kojiro handed him regardless, bending over to sign it. Since Kaoru’s making such an effort to flirt, Kojiro figures it’s probably okay to appreciate that very shapely behind in white jeans.
When he straightens, Kojiro flashes him a smile of his own. “My system is old,” he says, taking the receipt from Kaoru.
“I suppose some things get better with time,” Kaoru says, glancing up at him from under his lashes and giving Kojiro a very open once-over. Oh, this one is dangerous, all right. “But tech isn’t one of them.” He takes his card back from Kojiro’s other hand. “If you want an upgrade, send me a text. My fix will hold for a while, but your system’s about at the end of its life.” He says the last part less flirtatious and more serious, which makes Kojiro trust him more.
“Chef!” Houri sounds a little more stressed, so Kojiro really does need to get back. In the split second he’d been distracted, Kaoru has already circled back around to his spot, grabbing the strap of his messenger bag, and slinging it over his shoulder, moving toward the door.
He opens his mouth to call out and ask exactly how Kaoru thinks he’s going to be able to do that, when Kaoru pauses in the doorway, looking back, then glances pointedly at Kojiro’s hand.
Glancing down, Kojiro sees that Kaoru has beautiful penmanship, and has left his number with a cherry blossom drawn next to it, as pretty as any calligraphy. Shaking his head, Kojiro pulls out his own phone, takes a picture of the receipt, then slips it into the drawer before quickly ringing out the tab he was supposed to be working on so he can go back and help Houri.
[Do you make it a habit to just hand out your number to random old men?] is the message he finally sends to Kaoru two days later, after another busy night. It’s late, but he suspects the college student is probably still up. The restaurant is closed and clean, just Kojiro still there, still wound from the evening, trying to wind down with a glass of wine. The late shift always leaves him a little keyed up.
Sure enough, the reply comes fast. [Do you make a habit of starting your texts like that?]
[Well, I could tell you my name, but I don’t think we were actually introduced, Sakurayashiki Kaoru.]
[Then I suppose you have me at a disadvantage, Mr. Chef. I don’t suppose you’d like to correct that? 😘]
Kojiro can’t help it; he laughs. The pretty twink is awfully forward. [Kojiro.] he sends, then adds, [Nanjo Kojiro.]
For a long moment, there’s no response, no tell-tale line of dots indicating typing. He wonders if Kaoru is making fun of his name, making fun of him—silly old man who thinks a gorgeous young thing like Kaoru might actually be interested—or if he, maybe, just maybe, likes it.
[Kojiro-san, then.] is the reply. [So, Kojiro-san, was there some reason you decided to text me at 23:00? Did the register break already?]
[No,] Kojiro rushes to assure. [It’s actually running about as well as it did when I first got it.]
[What? 20 years ago?]
Cheeky brat, Kojiro thinks, but he’s smiling as he sends back, [Only seven. Sorry to disappoint.]
[Still positively ancient in tech terms.]
There’s a temptation to tease Kaoru for his youth, but, well, he’s not sure where the line between teasing and insulting would be just yet, so it’s better not to.
[How do I know you didn’t hack my system to steal my customers’ data?]
[You still don’t. 😘 But if I did, it wouldn’t be smart of me to give you my real name, would it?]
No, it wouldn’t. [But did you give me your real name?]
[Haven’t looked me up? I don’t know if I’m flattered at the gentlemanly behavior or disappointed that I wasn’t worth being curious about.]
Well, now Kojiro can’t not look. A quick search pulls up some public art awards, including several related to calligraphy. It’s clearly Kaoru in the pictures, so there’s no mistake, and it’s not like his name is particularly common, but it still surprises Kojiro. [Art student? I would have thought you’d be a programmer.] It does explain the beautiful penmanship and the flawless cherry blossom drawn so quickly.
[Art is my passion. Coding is just my hobby.]
Hell of a hobby. [What else are you passionate about?]
He got a gif of a grinning face, waving a finger at him in a very tsk tsk motion. [Not so fast, big guy. Your turn to tell me about yourself.]
[What do you want to know? You know I’m a chef and I own Sia La Luce.]
There’s a pause before the dots of typing light up, and Kojiro is well aware that Kaoru has been flirting with him, but he’s still surprised by the reply of, [Doing anything fun tonight?]
[Shut the restaurant down, drinking a little wine, talking to you.] Kojiro sends.
There’s another pause before a quickly typed response. [Any interest in doing more than talking?]
Well, that’s forward. Kojiro would be a liar if he said that being so aggressively pursued by someone so attractive wasn’t flattering as hell. While he’s weighing the pros and cons into agreeing to a one-night stand with the extremely attractive art student, another text comes through.
This one's of Kaoru. His face is blocked by his phone, obviously taking the picture in the mirror, but his hair and earrings are unmistakable. He’s wearing what barely qualifies as a top, seeing as it’s revealing far more than it’s covering, rucked up above Kaoru’s pecs, while his pants are open, revealing some black, rather small, bikini-cut underwear, and if Kojiro had been on the edge of turned on before, he’s suddenly heading straight for full attention.
He must take too long to respond, drinking in every detail, from the way Kaoru is leaning against a doorframe, to the beauty marks he can see—one beneath his right pec, one high on his right hip—because Kaoru follows up with, [Or am I not your type?]
It’s the first sign Kaoru has given of being unsure—given how he looks, Kojiro isn’t surprised at his confidence—and Kojiro swallows, trying to wet his suddenly dry throat as he rushes to reassure, [If you could see me now, you would not be worried about that.]
[Oh?]
[Your place or mine?] Kojiro asks, downing the last of his wine so he can take the glass over to the sink to wash it out.
[Send me your address?]
[You already know it,] he sends. [I live above the restaurant.]
[Perfect. Give me ten?]
[I’ll be waiting.]
Ten minutes later, on the dot, there’s a soft knock. Kojiro opens the door, and Kaoru’s still wearing the same outfit he was in his selfie: a black tanktop that is rucked up around his—very thin—waist, jeans done up, but low on his hips, and Joe can see the black of his underwear peeking out of the low-slung pants. Kojiro lets him in, shutting the door behind him, but holding off on locking the door just yet.
“So, pretty boy, you’ve been pretty clear about what you want. Last chance to back out?” He’s no stranger to one-night stands, though Kaoru is younger than he’s been with for a while. He still wants to make sure that Kaoru knows he can leave.
Kaoru tucks his thumbs into the front pockets of his jeans and looks up at Kojiro from beneath his lashes. “You don’t think I got all prettied up for you just to go home, do you?”
Grinning, Kojiro says, “I’d like to think not, but this isn’t just about what I want.”
A gleam enters Kaoru’s eyes that Kojiro finds himself very attracted to. “If you think you’re going to scare me away, think again, big boy.” He steps in closer to Kojiro. “My only concern is if you can keep up.”
Kojiro locks the door—just the deadbolt—then puts a hand on Kaoru’s hip while tilting his chin up with his other. “Oh, gorgeous, I’m gonna rock your world.” He leans down and kisses Kaoru. Soft at first, feeling their mouths mold against one another. Kaoru’s lips are plump, especially the bottom lip, and Kojiro can’t resist tugging it into his mouth, teasing that piercing with teeth and tongue. Kaoru lets out a little mewl of pleasure, pressing his body up against Kojiro’s, putting his own hands on Kojiro’s waist, pulling him closer.
Sliding his hand from Kaoru’s chin into his hair—every bit as soft and silky as it looks—he cups the back of Kaoru’s head. Kaoru opens his mouth, his hands starting to tug Kojiro’s shirt out of his pants, and Kojiro takes the invitation, driving his tongue into Kaoru’s mouth, mapping every inch of it. He’s not exactly surprised to find that Kaoru’s tongue is also pierced, but he is pleased by it. They’re pressed so tightly together, he can feel Kaoru getting hard against his thigh, and Kaoru can undoubtedly feel his own arousal.
He breaks the kiss, rubbing his thumb over Kaoru’s cheek as he lets his fingers massage at the back of Kaoru’s head. It makes Kaoru’s eyes flutter, his mouth fall open slightly, and his cheeks are already pinked. “Aren’t you so pretty? You know that right?” Kojiro asks, even more and more enamored with his little Cherry Blossom.
A smile plays over Kaoru’s kiss-reddened lips. “Yes…”
“Let’s take this upstairs,” Kojiro says. “I want to get you naked and in my bed.”
“ Yes,” Kaoru agrees, dropping a hand to cup Kojiro through his pants. “You’re not the only one who wants to see it all.”
No, he is not.
Kojiro takes Kaoru’s hand and tugs him to the back, out a side door, then up the stairs to his apartment. As soon as they’re in the door and have their shoes off, Kaoru shoves him up against it, surprisingly strong for such a slim build. He takes Kojiro’s face in both of his hands, rubbing his thumbs over Kojiro’s beard almost like he’s petting it while they kiss. He slides his tongue into Kojiro’s mouth, and makes him shiver when he runs the ball of his piercing across the backs of Kojiro’s teeth.
It’s almost too much, and Kojiro pulls away. “Shit, baby,” he murmurs.
Grinning, Kaoru pulls him away from the door, and then walks him backward till the back of his knees hit his couch. He goes down, as that seems to be what Kaoru wants, and shamelessly spreads his thighs, showing off the noticeable bulge in his pants.
“Don’t get cocky, old man,” Kaoru tells him, a sly gleam in his eyes. He barely pauses before he yanks his tanktop off over his head. Before Kojiro can properly appreciate that bare, mostly hairless chest, that beautifully tapered waist, Kaoru is opening his pants, only giving Kojiro only a moment to appreciate it. Then he bends over, stripping both his pants and underwear off, leaving him completely naked, obviously aroused, and breathtakingly gorgeous.
He drags a hand down his chest, teasing a nipple, before taking himself in a hand and stroking it, teasing Kojiro at least as much as he’s teasing himself. “Like what you see, big boy?” Kaoru teases, sucking his lip ring into his mouth.
Cupping himself, Kojiro asks, “What does it look like, pretty?” He loves the extra flush that brings to Kaoru’s cheeks.
“It looks like a tease,” Kaoru says, pulling a band off his wrist and using it to pull his hair up into a quick ponytail. Kojiro has a moment to regret it till he realizes that it lets him see Kaoru’s face without any of his hair hiding it, and when he realizes why Kaoru wants his hair up and out of the way. Kojiro did not realize anyone could make dropping to their knees look so sensual, but Kaoru does it, crawling toward Kojiro, sinuous and as beautiful as a big cat. It’s an image that matches the golden gleam of his eyes.
When he reaches Kojiro, he slides his hands up Kojiro’s calves, then up on the inside of his thighs, glancing up at him from beneath long lashes. His pupils have grown, leaving a thin ring of gold around them, and the hunger in those eyes goes straight to Kojiro’s dick.
“You look uncomfortable here,” Kaoru says, moving his hands up to start unbuttoning Kojiro’s pants, touching his actual bulge as little as possible.
“You are a beautiful tease, aren’t you?”
That foxy grin curls Kaoru’s lips again. “A tease doesn’t follow through, does he?” He slides his hand into Kojiro’s underwear, pulling out his dick, not that it needs much encouragement to spring free. Kojiro gets to preen a little at the moment of surprise on Kaoru’s face and sudden stillness.
“Am I not your type?” Kojiro asks, teasing Kaoru with his own words.
The moment of surprise is immediately replaced by one of challenge, and he puts his hand—which looks so pale and dainty—on Kojiro’s cock, shifts it to the side, then licks a stripe up it. The pressure of the ball of his piercing makes Kojiro hiss in surprise. “You are definitely my type, big boy,” he says. “My face should say it all.”
Without waiting for another reply, Kaoru takes the head of his dick into his mouth. Kojiro is caught between the desire to let his head fall back and just feel that hot, slick mouth, the taunt of Kaoru’s piercing teasing the underside of his cock, and the desire to watch as Kaoru enthusiastically sucks him down.
In the end, the need to watch Kaoru wins out, and he grips the back of the couch, trying not to be rude and thrust. Kaoru watches him as he sucks him off, eyes focused, even as he begins to take Kojiro into his throat, his tongue and piercing teasing down Kojiro’s length as he takes him deeper, till Kojiro’s on the edge of coming, buried to the root in Kaoru’s throat.
“Fuck, you’re good at this,” he sighs out as Kaoru somehow manages to poke his tongue out a little more, his piercing rubbing near Kojiro’s base before he pulls off to breathe. His eyes are glassy with tears, but there’s nothing but smug satisfaction in his face as he laps at Kojiro while catching his breath.
“Did you think I wouldn’t be?” Kaoru asks, laughter in his voice. He runs his spare hand over Kojiro’s arm. “Are you so hairy everywhere?”
“Why don’t you find out?” Kojiro teases.
He can see the flare of a challenge catch behind Kaoru’s eyes. He climbs into Kojiro’s lap, letting their cocks rub up against each other, which feels amazing, and begins unbuttoning Kojiro’s shirt. With Kaoru in his lap, Kojiro finally lets himself touch, sliding his hands down Kaoru’s sides, over his hips, giving his gorgeous ass a little squeeze before stroking a hand back up to cup one of Kaoru’s pecs. The soft gasp that gets makes Kojiro grin.
Leaning forward, he takes Kaoru’s other nipple into his mouth, making him gasp and hiss. Kaoru gives up trying to get Kojiro out of his shirt and wraps his hands around Kojiro’s shoulders, arching his back to push his chest into Kojiro’s hand and mouth.
“And you call me a tease,” he pants out when Kojiro finally releases him.
“Am I now?” Kojiro asks, grinning.
“You know you are,” Kaoru replies, the first hint of true irritation creeping into his voice.
Raising an eyebrow, Kojiro palms Kaoru’s ass, then surges to his feet. It makes Kaoru yelp and grasp for him, followed shortly by a surprised laugh.
“I promise, pretty boy, I’m not going to tease,” he says as he makes his way across to his room. He lays Kaoru on his bed gently, then stands back, shedding his shirt. For the second time that evening, he surprises Kaoru.
“Tattoos?” he asks. “I would have thought you were too respectable.”
Kojiro chuckles, getting out of his pants and underwear as well, before grabbing lube from the side table and joining Kaoru on the bed. He kneels up, between Kaoru’s spread legs, and strokes his beard. “What part of my beard and hair make you think I’m respectable?”
“Well, you do own your own business,” Kaoru says, stroking a foot up Kojiro’s side while he slides his hand up Kojiro’s arm to rub over the tattoo on his shoulder.
Opening the lube, Kojiro gets some on his fingers, dropping to tease his fingers over Kaoru’s hole. “I think maybe rebels call to rebels a little bit,” he says, leaning forward to kiss Kaoru as he presses his first finger in. He drinks down the soft sound Kaoru makes as he sinks it all the way in.
Kaoru alternates between pushing him away and pulling him closer as Kojiro takes his time opening him up. He purposefully avoids Kaoru’s prostate, loving how responsive Kaoru is from just penetration alone. He tugs gently at Kaoru’s rim, trying to open him up, knowing that while Kaoru certainly isn’t a virgin, Kojiro is not exactly small. He doesn’t want this to hurt at all.
Finally, Kaoru wretches his mouth free, panting. “Fuck, Kojiro…” he gasps.
Hearing Kaoru say his name hits Kojiro straight in the dick. “What do you want, baby?”
“Need you,” Kaoru says, his fingers flexing on Kojiro’s shoulders. “Need you inside of me. Please…”
“Turn over for me, gorgeous. It’ll be easier from behind,” he says, pulling away, drawing a groan of complaint from Kaoru, but he follows the direction. He grabs one of Kojiro’s pillows and uses it to prop his head up. His hair has mostly fallen loose from its ponytail as they’ve been making out, and he is truly stunningly beautiful.
Kojiro slicks himself quickly, then places himself at Kaoru’s entrance. “You ready for me, pretty boy?”
“You gonna keep talking or are you gonna fuck me?” Kaoru snaps.
Rather than replying verbally, Kojiro presses forward. For long heartbeats, Kaoru’s body resists, and Kojiro murmurs, “Let me in, Kaoru.”
He’s not sure if he finally reached the limit of Kaoru’s body or if his words actually make him relax even more, but he slides in. Kaoru groans deep in his chest, and Kojiro can see him gripping the pillow tightly.
“That’s right, baby. Let me in,” Kojiro says, slowly pressing deeper in a smooth motion. Kaoru gets his knees up under him just a hair more, and presses back, welcoming him in, moaning obscenely as he does. He pauses when he bottoms out, shifting his weight to one arm to stroke down Kaoru’s back, lingering on the beauty marks he finds. There’s one on the left side of his back, just below his armpit, another one is on the back of the same elbow. He’d spotted a couple others, and he looks forward to finding each and every one, committing them to memory.
After a couple minutes, Kaoru begins to squirm beneath him. “Kojiro,” he almost whines, trying to rock.
He’s relaxed, but still so amazingly tight, Kojiro almost wishes he’d let Kaoru make him come earlier, just to take the edge off.
Something to keep in mind for next time, he thinks, and realizes that he may have invited Kaoru over for a one-night stand, but he definitely doesn’t want this to be a one time thing. He begins to roll his hips a little, testing Kaoru’s readiness. “Fuck,” he hisses out, pulling out and thrusting back home with some real force. It forces a delicious cry from Kaoru, but he makes no complaint, so he repeats it. “Such a good boy.”
Kaoru buries his face in the pillow and moans, deep in his chest.
“Look at you, taking me in so well,” Kojiro can’t help but comment, driving in long, powerful thrusts.
Squirming, Kaoru lets out another needy mewl, lifting his head from the pillow. “You’re going so deep…”
“You like that, baby?” Kojiro gives a particularly hard thrust, and he can tell from the way Kaoru is tightening up around him, that he’s getting very close. “Like feeling me all the way in your belly, filling you up?”
“Yes!” Kaoru cries out. “Yes, yes—” His voice hitches, his whole body tightens, and he lets out a new wail.
It’s too much for Kojiro too. The sight and sound of Kaoru, coming from behind, utterly untouched, just from the feeling of Kojiro fucking him, the hot, tight, slick of his body, gripping him like it wants to pull him deeper, hold onto him and never let him go—Kojiro groans, resting his forehead against the back of Kaoru’s shoulder as he comes, shuddering with the intensity of his own orgasm.
Before his arms give out, he rolls off of Kaoru, getting a whimper as he slides out of him, settling at Kaoru’s side. He grabs a pillow, jams it beneath his head, and strokes Kaoru’s hair back from his face, then indulges in touching Kaoru anywhere he can reach. Kaoru watches him with lazy, sated eyes and a pleased curl on his lips.
“You okay?” Kojiro asks.
Kaoru chuckles, his voice a little hoarse from all the sounds Kojiro had driven from him. “‘Okay’ might not be the right word,” he says, but he’s still smiling, still stunningly beautiful.
Lifting his head from his pillow, he kisses Kaoru’s shoulder, then rests again. Kaoru’s own hand lifts to run over Kojiro’s side, down the tattoo marking his ribs.
“Tiger stripes, huh?” he asks. His eyes flick up to meet Kojiro’s own. “Because you’re a tiger in the bed?”
“One of many reasons,” Kojiro replies with a smirk, taking the hand, raising it to his lips, and placing a soft kiss there.
“I think I’d like to learn more,” Kaoru says.
“Then I guess you’ll have to come back.”
The lazy, content smile grows an edge to it, and he sees the fire reignite in Kaoru’s eyes. “I guess I will then.”
Kojiro is looking forward to it.