Loveless, Ritsuka/Soubi, domesticity and service
The bath is already drawn when Ritsuka fits the key in the lock and stumbles through their door, dropping books and papers and pens in his wake. “Welcome home,” Soubi calls, coming paint-stained out of the kitchen. Ritsuka blushes, mumbles “I’m home,” like he’s still in elementary school, but doesn’t protest when Soubi threads his fingers through Ritsuka’s hair in welcome. “Dinner’s on already, but you want your bath first, right?” He asks every day, even though Ritsuka always tells him the same thing; Seimei would have waited for the day he didn’t ask to change his mind and it would have been bad. Ritsuka though, Ritsuka just leans into the fingers in his hair and lets Soubi unbutton his shirt with a little more petting than’s really necessary. Ritsuka pulls Soubi with him into the bathroom—nevermind the paint drying in the kitchen, half-finished butterflies ruined now—and demands kisses as Soubi undoes his pants, strips out of his own jeans. Ritsuka’s skin is soft between the scars, pale and beautiful and never bruised anymore, and Soubi runs the washcloth over it like an acolyte in the Sanctuary. “Ritsuka,” he breathes.
Ritsuka’s hands coax his head back, baptize his head again, caress soap through the long strands of his hair more than actually wash it. Soubi feels, absurdly, like all the long day when he was without Ritsuka is rinsing away with the soap, leaving on this: the man he is in this moment, on his knees before his Sacrifice. He ties the wet hair up himself when Ritsuka sits on the edge of the tub and waits.
Ritsuka’s cock is slender, but long enough to stretch his throat, sweet-tasting and clean. Soubi relaxes his throat, lets Ritsuka move the way he wants too, one long slow easy thrust after another, with just enough time for Soubi to swallow and take a breath at the end of each one. Ritsuka is kind like that. His fingers tangle in Soubi’s rough bun as he comes, just like that, and slides down into the water to curl up in the hollow of Soubi’s still-larger body. He draws his fingers up along the length of Soubi’s erection, watching the way the shiver it draws makes the water swirl. “You’ll let me take care of that, later?” Soubi strokes along one bare collar bone.