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Soubi sat in the chair.
“I'm going to kiss you, and I don't want – I want you to do nothing,” he corrected, because Soubi paid attention to words, and that made choosing the right ones important. “Put your hands behind you, and just sit there.”
He used the same tone he did when they were in battle, and Soubi quickly complied. Ritsuka felt his stomach twist nervously at the way the blond was looking at him, expectant and a little anxious. He bent forward to brush his mouth against Soubi's and felt a soft exhalation, like a sigh of disappointment, as he drew away.
Ritsuka licked at his lips. Even though it had been only a brief touch, they already felt different. But he couldn't do much bending over like that. Ritsuka sat astride Soubi's lap, and felt the older man tense.
Once again he leaned forward and let his mouth move over Soubi's, nibbling and sucking gently. Soubi's lips were parted, but he didn't hurry, just let himself learn the feel of this, of a warm, compliant mouth under his. He could feel Soubi's breath against his face, the way it caught unevenly, and it tickled, but not in a way that made him feel like laughing.
Ritsuka trailed his tongue along Soubi's parted lips, licking just inside, feeling the edge of his teeth. Finally, he let it sink all the way inside, let it slide over Soubi's tongue as he explored the reaches of his mouth. He could taste the cigarette Soubi had smoked earlier, the tea they'd both had when Ritsuka first arrived, and something that was just Soubi. Warmth curled in the pit of his stomach, became tingling, almost-painful sensitivity just a little lower, but he resisted the urge to press closer. For now, this was just a kiss.
Soubi made small noises, sounds of pleasure and frustration and want. Ritsuka swallowed them down, feeling the soft vibrations they caused, listening to them with only half an ear, eyes closed in concentration. A hand brushed against his side, and almost without thinking, he wrapped his fingers around a wrist and pushed it back behind the chair. He felt the tension leave the body beneath him in a sudden rush, felt the mouth beneath his become more yielding.
He pushed forward, parting Soubi's mouth a little wider, and nudged his tongue under Soubi's, sucking it gently into his own mouth. Finally, slowly, he let it slip free, and opened his eyes.
Soubi's lips looked a little swollen, and a flush decorated his cheeks. His glasses had slipped a little, the lenses fogged. Ritsuka plucked them them from his nose. Soubi's lashes fluttered as he blinked at Ritsuka, the realisation that Ritsuka had stopped slow to sink in. In his eyes, Ritsuka could see desire, pleasure, and that same odd sense of contentment he wore when Ritsuka gave him an order in battle.
For now, the confident tease was gone. This side of Soubi seemed less threatening and more honest: like something that an inexperienced Ritsuka could learn to deal with. He was sure it wouldn't last – Soubi needed to poke and tease and assure himself of Ritsuka's attention, but that was just Soubi, and Ritsuka had already had several years to get used to that.
“Thank you, Soubi.” Ritsuka wrapped his arms around the older man's neck, leaned forward, and rubbed his cheek against blond hair with a happy sigh. Like this, it felt less like giving orders, and more like taking care of someone. That he could handle.
He'd just work his way up to the rest.