Saiunkoku Monogatari, Reishin/Kouyuu + Shuuei, voyeurism 2/3
The room the servant led him to when he showed up though, rather than a proper sitting room or even a study, was a strange, bare little guards-chamber with a single shuttered window. “There must have been some mistake?” The little girl cast her eyes to the side.
“Ah…no, he was quite clear. Please, make yourself comfortable, Ran-sama. I’m sure Reishin-sama will be ready to receive you very soon. I.” Shuuei watched as she stammered to a pause and went bright red. “I will take my leave!” she squeaked finally, and scurried from the room.
Shuuei watched the heavy oaken door fall shut behind her apprehensively. Five minutes passed. Ten. Reishin failed to make an appearance. And then, behind the window, he heard the low murmur of voices. “Come in then, if you’re there. I won’t have you standing outside the door all night.” He pulled back the shutters, was startled to find a wooden screen partially obscuring a view of an opulent bedroom, draped in reds and golds, where Kou Reishin sat comfortably at a writing desk. There was a click and the quiet slide of metal on metal somewhere he couldn’t see before Kouyuu stepped into view, standing oddly hesitant, across the room.
“It’s Wednesday,” Kouyuu announced quietly. Shuuei leaned up close against the screen, noticed that Kouyuu’s feet were bare. “Do you have the time to receive me?”
Reishin was silent for a long time. Kouyuu stood perfectly still; his untied hair fell across his eyes. “Is there anywhere else you would rather be?” he asked finally, voice clipped as though annoyed at the delay. Shuuei raised an eyebrow at the tone. If Kouyuu was surprised, he didn’t show it.
“No, sir.” Reishin’s elegant fingers folded into the sash holding Kouyuu’s tunic shut, pulled them both away to leave the boy half-bared. Kouyuu shivered lightly in the cold air and his nipples went hard, pink against the white of his chest. Reishin tenderly caressed his belly before reaching up to pinch one pink nub hard enough to make Kouyuu gasp.
“And this? Do you want it?” He twisted again, cutting off Kouyuu’s answer in a helpless-sounding moan. “Or should I send you away for another week, to let you consider?” His spine arched to follow the path of those fingers as they drew away, and only now Kouyuu looked tortured, standing untouched, exposed to the cool night air.
“Please, sir,” he bit out, hands fisted at his side as he fought not to move. Shuuei leaned up closer to the screen, pressed the heel of his hand against his erection through his robes as he watched Kouyuu struggle not to reach for his own. “I want it.”
The fan went up; behind it, where Kouyuu wouldn’t be able to see, Reishin smiled. “Then kneel.” Kouyuu went to his knees awkwardly, not half so prettily as the boys Shuuei had wanted to buy him would have, but the way Reishin watched him took Shuuei’s breath away, hungry and wicked. “Are you wearing it?”
The question got a delicate shudder. “Yes, sir.” Shuuei wasn’t sure what Reishin was talking about; his friend was kneeling in only his loose house-pants, naked otherwise.
“All day?” Reishin carded his fingers smoothly through Kouyuu’s wild mane, stroking over the line of the boy’s skull.
“Yes, sir.” Kouyuu was breathing hard, the print of his erection obvious through the thin silk of his pants. Reishin trailed a proprietary hand down his chest.