Multi Chapter - Oiran - Chapter 3
Title: Oiran chapter 3
Pairing: Juntoshi (Matsumoto Jun x Ohno Satoshi)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Edo era (1600-1868), when brothels are restricted to walled districts. Satoshi is one of male prostitute in the pleasure district Miyagawa. He is not the best of all, but he has something that can make someone as great as Matsumoto-dono willingly wants to protect him from any dirty hands. No matter how much Matsumoto-dono treasures and loves him, Satoshi can’t move on passing over his past, not yet.
Beta-reader: rikke_leonhart
Authors: risuw_chan and zukkoke_iero
Disclaimer: None of us was born in Edo era or a historian so pardon for any mistake regarding historical aspects. We did, no, we’re doing some research, but still we’re just human. This story is nothing more than a fiction. And we don’t own any one of the characters here.
Previous chapters: prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |
OIRAN CHAPTER 3
Matsuoka residence
While letting himself get brushed by the wind, Matsuoka-dono flipped through the document he's been concerned about these few days. He tries to concentrate on a certain page, but Matsumoto always distracts his mind by walking back and forth with a mountain of papers from one side of the room to the other one.
His gaze not leaving the amount of money written in the budget list, Matsuoka-dono speaks up, "Jun, I heard you're visiting Shirayuri quite often."
As Shirayuri's mentioned, Matsumoto stops at the moment and his hold on the documents weakens and they are falling to the floor. "Shit. Uh. What. I mean... Pardon?"
Matsuoka-dono takes a little glance at his sub-ordinates. Chuckles escape his lips as he finds the reactions his sub-ordinate is giving to him funny.
"Well, yeah, I just think that it's nice to spend some time there..." Matsumoto says as he squats down and collects the papers from all over the floor. Ignoring the evil laugh Matsuoka-dono gives, Matsumoto stands up and continues picking up the papers that sadly flew near Matsuoka-dono's desk.
"Wait!" Matsuoka-dono's laugh stops and he frowns. "Bring that to me!"
"This?" Matsumoto asks. He looks at the paper in his hand and gives it to Matsuoka-dono who impatiently grabs it and then busily compares the one he's just received from Matsumoto to the one on his desk.
"What's the matter?"
Not getting a response, Matsumoto just shrugs it off and he goes back to his own desk. But now he thinks of it, Matsuoka-dono has been acting strange lately. He usually tells everything to Matsumoto but not this time. So the one thing he can do right now is to wait.
Matsumoto sees the other man taking his brush made from new born baby's hair and dipping the tip into the ink. He writes something quite seriously. He folds the paper and inserts it into the envelope.
"Please, ask Ryouichi to deliver this."
"Very well." Matsumoto stands up and takes the envelope from Matsuoka-dono. Not long after, he's back in the room and finds Matsuoka-dono is sitting by the window. Telling the other man that the servant has gone to fulfil his order, Matsumoto sits back on his desk and reads the document he left few minutes ago.
The older man looks back at Matsumoto, sudden just enough to startle him. "Thank you," he's drowning into silence for a few seconds before he speaks up, "we're done for today. You can go home."
"Eh? But I haven't finished this document..."
Matsuoka-dono smiles, "you can finish that tomorrow. Thanks for your good work."
Matsumoto's confused by the request. But then he thinks that maybe Matsuoka-dono can't hold the urge to see Ochie tonight.
Therefore, Matsumoto nods and walks out of the room, leaving the man all alone.
But he never thinks that this will be the last time he sees the great man alive.
---
Being known as a man who's weak in the morning, Matsumoto angrily forces his eyes to open when an abrupt knock is heard on his front door in the middle of the night.
"Matsumoto-sama! Matsumoto-sama!"
Sleepily he gets through the small garden and finally reaches the wooden door. Not wanting to make his rude guests wait any longer, Matsumoto shouts from inside.
"I'm here! Wait a sec!"
They stop the calling and abruptly push the door open once Matsumoto unlocks it. One of them grabs his arms tightly, almost hurting his skin.
"Matsuoka-dono! This is bad! Matsuoka-dono...!"
His eyes widen in fright, his mind goes blank as so many bad feelings spread through the cells of his brain. Shoving at the hands in his arms, Matsumoto runs without even bothering to know further explanation.
His house and Matsuoka-dono's are just few blocks apart, which he usually reaches within minutes, but it seems like forever this time. The street he usually passes seem to be longer than it used to be. The closer he gets there, a crowd is seen around Matsuoka-dono's house, policemen walking back and forth with lanterns in hand for the only light that gives them vision.
The day hasn't started yet but people are already busy in there. Matsumoto sees two bodies... or to be exact, two corpses lying side by side near the gate.
Two policemen, who are putting straw on them, bow their heads down when Matsumoto approaches, still steadying his breath.
"What has happened here...?" he asks. Clearly he's still stunned by the view before his eyes. Two gate guards he greeted just yesterday are now sprawled covered by their own blood.
And the thought hits him hard. If it's this dreadful here...
Matsumoto hurriedly stops one of the policemen roughly by his arm. "Where's Matsuoka-dono?"
The man in question looks down and shakes his head weakly, is choking when he says the first word that slips out his mouth.
"Gate guards were cut by their neck. The servant was found lifeless. And Matsuoka-dono... Seems like he put up a fight. There were cuts everywhere on his body... and he died by a stab to his lungs..."
His knees weaken and suddenly he wants to throw up by the smell of blood. He doesn't know since when, but he’s sweating.
"No witnesses we can get to give testimony. But from what we've got so far, this was done by more than two people..." the policeman pauses to give time for Matsumoto to take all information at one time. But then he speaks again, "Do you have idea... who might did this?"
Tightening his fist, Matsumoto promises to himself, "Give me some time. I'll find them."
---
Shirayuri
His thighs spread widely as his customer kisses and sucks lustfully on his flesh.
"Umh... Umh..." groaning deeply as he trails up along his way to find Satoshi's collar bone and moves up to his neck and meshes their lips together.
Just when the kiss is about to deepen, someone's knocking on the door.
"We're terribly sorry for disturbing, but your senko is running out, do you want me to add one more...?"
"Shit. Why did he come when we had a good time!? I have no money left to extend our time together..." his customer curses with annoyance. And then he shouts at the servant outside, “No, thank you.”
Pulling up his almost undone kimono, Satoshi smiles to his customer who always spends all of his money for him but never gets what he wants. "It's fine, Takaaki-sama... You are always welcomed and Ochie will serve you and please you."
"Ochie... how many times I should tell you... Don't call me that." Taka-san takes Satoshi's hand in his, kissing the back of his palm. "Call me Taka..."
Satoshi lets a chuckle out, he brings his palms to both of Taka-san's cheeks. Closing the distance between them and Satoshi lands a small peck in the forehead, "Well, well, I understand..."
"Ah... You're so intoxicating..."
He snuggles for the last time before leaving the room while hoping that he will make more money tomorrow so that he can finish what he started with his lovely oiran. But he has to come early before the bagman Nakai comes here first.
Satoshi takes a bath in thirty minutes and gets out of the bathroom still totally wet. Chiinen is already waiting there to tell him that Matsumoto-dono's came and asked for his company tonight.
"I'll be ready. Just let him know that I'm putting on my make up..."
"He said you have to see him right after you're done. He's waiting in the room upstairs."
Satoshi knits his eyebrows, feeling a bit strange that Matsumoto-dono is asking for that special room. Matsumoto-dono always uses the room for drinking and now he uses the room for doing... that?
His mind is filled with confusion as he makes the way upstairs and finds the room where Matsumoto-dono is waiting for him. A bit nervous because of the customer this time is Matsuoka-dono’s man.
In the room where he usually comes for Matsuoka-dono, Matsumoto-dono is there now. Taking a deep breath, Satoshi kneels down right in front of the door. He slowly slides the door open and closes it again as soon as he's inside the room. Sitting on his knees, Satoshi brings his head down flat to the tatami and states his presence to the man.
Matsumoto slowly turns around and meets eyes with Satoshi who's staring at his back for the whole time, suddenly looks down when he sees Matsumoto-dono's eyes; red, fierce, and sharp. Satoshi's frightened.
"What are you waiting for? Come closer."
Leaving his place, Satoshi hurriedly sits up and brings himself closer to Matsumoto-dono. He waits for Matsumoto-dono to say something as he comforts himself in front of the man.
"Don't be in such a daze! Please me! isn't that your job??"
Not really getting what Matsumoto-dono wants, Satoshi is thinking hard of what he's going to do. He knows that what Matsumoto-dono wants is his body, but he has no idea of how to start all of this. Well, it's mostly his customers that do everything to him.
Knowing that nothing will happen, Mastumoto seems really pissed. "Strip!"
Satoshi nods nervously as he slowly unties the obi, hands trembling so badly since it's not the usual Matsumoto-dono who's really gentle with him. It takes longer than needed to undo one layer of his kimono.
Matsumoto sees Satoshi's hands that sloppily take off the last layer and as impatient as he is, Matsumoto-dono stands up suddenly and shoves Satoshi's hands away, stripping Satoshi roughly.
"What took you so long to get rid of this kimono?! What are you doing? You're doing it everyday, aren't you?"
Satoshi is stunned at Matsumoto-dono's action and letting him to do whatever to his kimono. They are so close that Matsumoto-dono's shouting right in his ear. All of his body is now shaking fearfully.
Matsumoto-dono keeps barking as he gets rid of Satoshi's kimono and gets the oiran naked, "You're supposed to get used to it already! How many guys you've been slept with, huh? How many guys have you pleased with this body? They're just your tree of money, aren't they? They're just the same for you, aren't they? Whether it's scum or a hopeless guy, you can sleep with them, can't you?! As long as they can BUY you!"
Matsumoto-dono pauses, taking his breath and looking at Satoshi deeply. "Matsuoka-dono is just the same, isn't he? He's just the same as those scums, isn't he? Even if he's not here... you won't feel anything, right? Even if... he won't come... back..."
Matsumoto shudders by his own words, choking when he's trying to suck in some air and his eyes tear up.
Satoshi who closes his eyes through the process is now opening them slowly to see Matsumoto-dono above him. At the moment, Satoshi realizes that the man's eyes red isn't because of anger, but tears.
"Matsumoto-dono...?"
Covered by Matsumoto-dono's long bangs, Satoshi can't see his eyes clearly. But Satoshi knows as clear as glass that the man is crying by the way he's breathing.
"Matsumoto-dono?" Satoshi calls again, and as he gets no reaction from the other man, he tries to touch his face only to get shoved away ferociously.
Getting up from his position now, Matsumoto-dono weakly moves and sits with his back facing Satoshi. Sensing something's wrong with Matsumoto-dono, Satoshi puts on his own kimono again just barely enough to cover his skin. Then he pulls himself together to approach the man.
The room turns to a dead-silence for few minutes, before Satoshi suddenly realizes the meaning behind Matsumoto-dono's words before he broke down.
"Is... Is something happening with Matsuoka-dono?"
Matsumoto-dono remains silent as he tries to control his own emotions. Satoshi, watching how this matter could bring someone like Matsumoto-dono down, thinks it must be something big. Imagining it makes Satoshi scared as hell.
"Please tell me, what happened to Matsuoka-dono?"
His heart throbs endlessly as he starts to feel uneasy and worry. Curious to death of what happened yet he doesn't get an answer just to let his mind at ease. He dares himself to stand and is now facing Matsumoto-dono with unwavering eyes.
Hesitantly, he reaches Matsumoto-dono's hands. Holding it firmly. Pressing the man to tell him the truth. "What has happened with Matsuoka-dono?"
Matsumoto-dono holds his hands tighter as he pulls Satoshi into an embrace. As if he knows what Matsumoto-dono is about to say, Satoshi hugs him back even tighter, prepares himself to hear the worst.
"He's... gone..."
Without him noticing, Satoshi wraps his arms more and tightens his embrace around Matsumoto-dono's back, playing strong not to break himself down along with Matsumoto-dono.
Matsumoto-dono sobs inaudibly against his shoulder. "What should I do... What can I do without him..."
Satoshi is aware of the dizziness that attacks him, his vision becomes blurry as his tears almost fall down his cheeks. He feels Matsumoto-dono's grip on him tightening again painfully. It brings him to his senses, that it's not the time for him to cry because there is someone who needs him right now.
Swallowing the lump in his throat and setting his face against his own sorrow. And then they let each other go, Satoshi wipes Matsumoto-dono's face with his kimono gently. When he can see the red and still swollen eyes, Satoshi smiles genuinely.
He leans forward to give those eyes gentle kisses and then he brushes his lips to Matsumoto's. The first one is so delicate and it's the first time for Matsumoto to feel his lips. The next one to come is more demanding, from kissing all over the lips biting and sucking. And now they are kissing desperately like there's no tomorrow.
Satoshi shoves his tongue inside the man's mouth who opens it eagerly. Letting him take control. Satoshi positions himself higher to deepen the kiss while Matsumoto-dono places his hands on both sides of his hips.
Satoshi's tongue is skillfully giving sensations, making the kiss wet and becoming needy. Craving for air, they part and create a string of saliva. Satoshi says breathlessly, barely audible. "Like you have said... I'm an oiran, it's my duty to please men whenever they need my comfort... So please, let Ochie make you feel good for tonight."
The next thing Matsumoto-dono knows is that his lips are locked with Satoshi's. The oiran's hand clutches loosely at the collar of his kimono, but soon that hand is no longer there. It's now working on his obi as they fall on the futon with Satoshi upon him. Still sharing kisses, Satoshi expertly slips his hand under Matsumoto-dono's kimono, roaming to dangerous places.
The man under him gasps in surprise when his cock is gripped firmly, he lets out a deep groan as Satoshi strokes the length painfully slow.
Seeing the man shutting his eyes closed, Satoshi moves down along the bare chest and he stops when he's close to Matsumoto-dono's manhood. Carefully taking him in, Satoshi pumps the length with his wet mouth while his hand is at its base.
The sensation of being taken fully around the warmth and tight lips, Matsumoto-dono groans in pleasure. Satoshi moves up and down the hardened cock, he licks the slit on its head, making Matsumoto-dono throw his head back against the pillow.
Satoshi lets the flesh go with a sexy pop sound, Matsumoto-dono is about to protest and look at Satoshi, just to see the oiran lick his own fingers.
As he feels that his fingers are wet enough to be used for preparation, Satoshi leans down once again and sucks the already hard member. Reaching behind his back, Satoshi teases his own entrance, causing him to hum against Matsumoto-dono's cock.
"Uggh..." Matsumoto lets a moan escape as Satoshi deep-throats him. Surpressing the urge to thrust up and fuck Satoshi's mouth.
Satoshi's face makes an expression that he's hurt when he inserts one digit of his fingers. Moving his ass back and forth as the muscle ring is penetrated with one digit and soon two digits.
Seems like he's starting to enjoy it. He bites his lower lip when his fingers brush his sweet spot. Imagining that it's Matsumoto-dono inside him. Giving a close look at Matsumoto-dono's cock, Satoshi makes sure that it's hard enough to enter his puckered hole. And he scrawls up, straddling the man slowly and even purposely brushing his hole with Matsumoto-dono's cock in the process.
He is now sitting right above Matsumoto-dono's cock that is painfully hard and needs to get release. Lifting up his ass a bit, Satoshi grabs the twitching penis and guides it to his entrance.
Feeling the head pressing in, stretching the ring muscles wider so Satoshi pushes down slowly, enduring the pain for now. When he takes the length in, he stops moving for a while to adjust to it.
Hands are firm in gripping Matsumoto-dono's shoulders, digging his nails into the skin as he starts moving his ass up and down, taking him deeper and deeper each time.
He feels numb on his thighs so he bends down and seals his lips again with Matsumoto-dono, who throws his arms around the smaller man's neck, grabbing his hair and pulling him down.
During the wet kisses, Matsumoto-dono can feel something wet on his cheeks. Something warm that falls from Satoshi's eyes. And he's just realizing the beads of tears already wetting the other's cheeks.
Both of them stop the activity and Matsumoto-dono opens his eyes, seeing Satoshi sobbing hard and has difficulty to breathe steadily, both from crying and panting yet he's till trying to speak.
"I... I am sorry... I..."
Realizing that the oiran has held back his own tears for his sake, Matsumoto-dono wraps a hand around Satoshi's waist while he slips the other hand under his thigh and they change position. Ohno now under him.
The cry is louder than before and he tries his best to hold it, just making his voice sound more miserable. His chest moves up and down abruptly as his sobs get uncontrollable. Of course, Matsuoka-dono's death has turned into a big shock for him. Maybe he's only a customer, but he's the one who has treated him nice and cared for him the most.
Satoshi is ashamed of how lame he is now, he covers his face with his hands and Matsumoto-dono takes him in hand, tangles their fingers together. "Ochie... it's okay," Matsumoto-dono reassures him.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... but... It's so hurt... My heart aches so much... I can't..."
Matsumoto-dono kisses Satoshi's eyes lovingly, the same way the other did to him before.
"Cry as much as you can... We both love Matsuoka-dono..."
And then Matsumoto-dono enters him once again with short and heavy thrusts.
---
Satoshi covers his lips with the back of his hand while Matsumoto pulls him into a warmth. Satoshi's back against the chest. Both of them are catching their breath after doing it.
"Matsuoka-dono's killers..." Matsumoto-dono speaks up out of the blue. Satoshi looks up and listens to him carefully. "Matsuoka-dono had been searching for something and I am assuming that he was killed for that. He knew it was too dangerous that's why he didn't want to tell me. I know who they are or at least, the people behind this. I'll definitely catch them with my own hands. And you, Ochie..."
Matsumoto-dono lands a deep kiss on his head, brushing his nose with Satoshi's hair. "From now on, I'll be the one to protect you."
Thank you for reading... I have to apologize that I don't know when will the next chapter will be updated. I'll be really busy with school and assignments.
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Pairing: Juntoshi (Matsumoto Jun x Ohno Satoshi)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Edo era (1600-1868), when brothels are restricted to walled districts. Satoshi is one of male prostitute in the pleasure district Miyagawa. He is not the best of all, but he has something that can make someone as great as Matsumoto-dono willingly wants to protect him from any dirty hands. No matter how much Matsumoto-dono treasures and loves him, Satoshi can’t move on passing over his past, not yet.
Beta-reader: rikke_leonhart
Authors: risuw_chan and zukkoke_iero
Disclaimer: None of us was born in Edo era or a historian so pardon for any mistake regarding historical aspects. We did, no, we’re doing some research, but still we’re just human. This story is nothing more than a fiction. And we don’t own any one of the characters here.
Previous chapters: prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |
OIRAN CHAPTER 3
Matsuoka residence
While letting himself get brushed by the wind, Matsuoka-dono flipped through the document he's been concerned about these few days. He tries to concentrate on a certain page, but Matsumoto always distracts his mind by walking back and forth with a mountain of papers from one side of the room to the other one.
His gaze not leaving the amount of money written in the budget list, Matsuoka-dono speaks up, "Jun, I heard you're visiting Shirayuri quite often."
As Shirayuri's mentioned, Matsumoto stops at the moment and his hold on the documents weakens and they are falling to the floor. "Shit. Uh. What. I mean... Pardon?"
Matsuoka-dono takes a little glance at his sub-ordinates. Chuckles escape his lips as he finds the reactions his sub-ordinate is giving to him funny.
"Well, yeah, I just think that it's nice to spend some time there..." Matsumoto says as he squats down and collects the papers from all over the floor. Ignoring the evil laugh Matsuoka-dono gives, Matsumoto stands up and continues picking up the papers that sadly flew near Matsuoka-dono's desk.
"Wait!" Matsuoka-dono's laugh stops and he frowns. "Bring that to me!"
"This?" Matsumoto asks. He looks at the paper in his hand and gives it to Matsuoka-dono who impatiently grabs it and then busily compares the one he's just received from Matsumoto to the one on his desk.
"What's the matter?"
Not getting a response, Matsumoto just shrugs it off and he goes back to his own desk. But now he thinks of it, Matsuoka-dono has been acting strange lately. He usually tells everything to Matsumoto but not this time. So the one thing he can do right now is to wait.
Matsumoto sees the other man taking his brush made from new born baby's hair and dipping the tip into the ink. He writes something quite seriously. He folds the paper and inserts it into the envelope.
"Please, ask Ryouichi to deliver this."
"Very well." Matsumoto stands up and takes the envelope from Matsuoka-dono. Not long after, he's back in the room and finds Matsuoka-dono is sitting by the window. Telling the other man that the servant has gone to fulfil his order, Matsumoto sits back on his desk and reads the document he left few minutes ago.
The older man looks back at Matsumoto, sudden just enough to startle him. "Thank you," he's drowning into silence for a few seconds before he speaks up, "we're done for today. You can go home."
"Eh? But I haven't finished this document..."
Matsuoka-dono smiles, "you can finish that tomorrow. Thanks for your good work."
Matsumoto's confused by the request. But then he thinks that maybe Matsuoka-dono can't hold the urge to see Ochie tonight.
Therefore, Matsumoto nods and walks out of the room, leaving the man all alone.
But he never thinks that this will be the last time he sees the great man alive.
---
Being known as a man who's weak in the morning, Matsumoto angrily forces his eyes to open when an abrupt knock is heard on his front door in the middle of the night.
"Matsumoto-sama! Matsumoto-sama!"
Sleepily he gets through the small garden and finally reaches the wooden door. Not wanting to make his rude guests wait any longer, Matsumoto shouts from inside.
"I'm here! Wait a sec!"
They stop the calling and abruptly push the door open once Matsumoto unlocks it. One of them grabs his arms tightly, almost hurting his skin.
"Matsuoka-dono! This is bad! Matsuoka-dono...!"
His eyes widen in fright, his mind goes blank as so many bad feelings spread through the cells of his brain. Shoving at the hands in his arms, Matsumoto runs without even bothering to know further explanation.
His house and Matsuoka-dono's are just few blocks apart, which he usually reaches within minutes, but it seems like forever this time. The street he usually passes seem to be longer than it used to be. The closer he gets there, a crowd is seen around Matsuoka-dono's house, policemen walking back and forth with lanterns in hand for the only light that gives them vision.
The day hasn't started yet but people are already busy in there. Matsumoto sees two bodies... or to be exact, two corpses lying side by side near the gate.
Two policemen, who are putting straw on them, bow their heads down when Matsumoto approaches, still steadying his breath.
"What has happened here...?" he asks. Clearly he's still stunned by the view before his eyes. Two gate guards he greeted just yesterday are now sprawled covered by their own blood.
And the thought hits him hard. If it's this dreadful here...
Matsumoto hurriedly stops one of the policemen roughly by his arm. "Where's Matsuoka-dono?"
The man in question looks down and shakes his head weakly, is choking when he says the first word that slips out his mouth.
"Gate guards were cut by their neck. The servant was found lifeless. And Matsuoka-dono... Seems like he put up a fight. There were cuts everywhere on his body... and he died by a stab to his lungs..."
His knees weaken and suddenly he wants to throw up by the smell of blood. He doesn't know since when, but he’s sweating.
"No witnesses we can get to give testimony. But from what we've got so far, this was done by more than two people..." the policeman pauses to give time for Matsumoto to take all information at one time. But then he speaks again, "Do you have idea... who might did this?"
Tightening his fist, Matsumoto promises to himself, "Give me some time. I'll find them."
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Shirayuri
His thighs spread widely as his customer kisses and sucks lustfully on his flesh.
"Umh... Umh..." groaning deeply as he trails up along his way to find Satoshi's collar bone and moves up to his neck and meshes their lips together.
Just when the kiss is about to deepen, someone's knocking on the door.
"We're terribly sorry for disturbing, but your senko is running out, do you want me to add one more...?"
"Shit. Why did he come when we had a good time!? I have no money left to extend our time together..." his customer curses with annoyance. And then he shouts at the servant outside, “No, thank you.”
Pulling up his almost undone kimono, Satoshi smiles to his customer who always spends all of his money for him but never gets what he wants. "It's fine, Takaaki-sama... You are always welcomed and Ochie will serve you and please you."
"Ochie... how many times I should tell you... Don't call me that." Taka-san takes Satoshi's hand in his, kissing the back of his palm. "Call me Taka..."
Satoshi lets a chuckle out, he brings his palms to both of Taka-san's cheeks. Closing the distance between them and Satoshi lands a small peck in the forehead, "Well, well, I understand..."
"Ah... You're so intoxicating..."
He snuggles for the last time before leaving the room while hoping that he will make more money tomorrow so that he can finish what he started with his lovely oiran. But he has to come early before the bagman Nakai comes here first.
Satoshi takes a bath in thirty minutes and gets out of the bathroom still totally wet. Chiinen is already waiting there to tell him that Matsumoto-dono's came and asked for his company tonight.
"I'll be ready. Just let him know that I'm putting on my make up..."
"He said you have to see him right after you're done. He's waiting in the room upstairs."
Satoshi knits his eyebrows, feeling a bit strange that Matsumoto-dono is asking for that special room. Matsumoto-dono always uses the room for drinking and now he uses the room for doing... that?
His mind is filled with confusion as he makes the way upstairs and finds the room where Matsumoto-dono is waiting for him. A bit nervous because of the customer this time is Matsuoka-dono’s man.
In the room where he usually comes for Matsuoka-dono, Matsumoto-dono is there now. Taking a deep breath, Satoshi kneels down right in front of the door. He slowly slides the door open and closes it again as soon as he's inside the room. Sitting on his knees, Satoshi brings his head down flat to the tatami and states his presence to the man.
Matsumoto slowly turns around and meets eyes with Satoshi who's staring at his back for the whole time, suddenly looks down when he sees Matsumoto-dono's eyes; red, fierce, and sharp. Satoshi's frightened.
"What are you waiting for? Come closer."
Leaving his place, Satoshi hurriedly sits up and brings himself closer to Matsumoto-dono. He waits for Matsumoto-dono to say something as he comforts himself in front of the man.
"Don't be in such a daze! Please me! isn't that your job??"
Not really getting what Matsumoto-dono wants, Satoshi is thinking hard of what he's going to do. He knows that what Matsumoto-dono wants is his body, but he has no idea of how to start all of this. Well, it's mostly his customers that do everything to him.
Knowing that nothing will happen, Mastumoto seems really pissed. "Strip!"
Satoshi nods nervously as he slowly unties the obi, hands trembling so badly since it's not the usual Matsumoto-dono who's really gentle with him. It takes longer than needed to undo one layer of his kimono.
Matsumoto sees Satoshi's hands that sloppily take off the last layer and as impatient as he is, Matsumoto-dono stands up suddenly and shoves Satoshi's hands away, stripping Satoshi roughly.
"What took you so long to get rid of this kimono?! What are you doing? You're doing it everyday, aren't you?"
Satoshi is stunned at Matsumoto-dono's action and letting him to do whatever to his kimono. They are so close that Matsumoto-dono's shouting right in his ear. All of his body is now shaking fearfully.
Matsumoto-dono keeps barking as he gets rid of Satoshi's kimono and gets the oiran naked, "You're supposed to get used to it already! How many guys you've been slept with, huh? How many guys have you pleased with this body? They're just your tree of money, aren't they? They're just the same for you, aren't they? Whether it's scum or a hopeless guy, you can sleep with them, can't you?! As long as they can BUY you!"
Matsumoto-dono pauses, taking his breath and looking at Satoshi deeply. "Matsuoka-dono is just the same, isn't he? He's just the same as those scums, isn't he? Even if he's not here... you won't feel anything, right? Even if... he won't come... back..."
Matsumoto shudders by his own words, choking when he's trying to suck in some air and his eyes tear up.
Satoshi who closes his eyes through the process is now opening them slowly to see Matsumoto-dono above him. At the moment, Satoshi realizes that the man's eyes red isn't because of anger, but tears.
"Matsumoto-dono...?"
Covered by Matsumoto-dono's long bangs, Satoshi can't see his eyes clearly. But Satoshi knows as clear as glass that the man is crying by the way he's breathing.
"Matsumoto-dono?" Satoshi calls again, and as he gets no reaction from the other man, he tries to touch his face only to get shoved away ferociously.
Getting up from his position now, Matsumoto-dono weakly moves and sits with his back facing Satoshi. Sensing something's wrong with Matsumoto-dono, Satoshi puts on his own kimono again just barely enough to cover his skin. Then he pulls himself together to approach the man.
The room turns to a dead-silence for few minutes, before Satoshi suddenly realizes the meaning behind Matsumoto-dono's words before he broke down.
"Is... Is something happening with Matsuoka-dono?"
Matsumoto-dono remains silent as he tries to control his own emotions. Satoshi, watching how this matter could bring someone like Matsumoto-dono down, thinks it must be something big. Imagining it makes Satoshi scared as hell.
"Please tell me, what happened to Matsuoka-dono?"
His heart throbs endlessly as he starts to feel uneasy and worry. Curious to death of what happened yet he doesn't get an answer just to let his mind at ease. He dares himself to stand and is now facing Matsumoto-dono with unwavering eyes.
Hesitantly, he reaches Matsumoto-dono's hands. Holding it firmly. Pressing the man to tell him the truth. "What has happened with Matsuoka-dono?"
Matsumoto-dono holds his hands tighter as he pulls Satoshi into an embrace. As if he knows what Matsumoto-dono is about to say, Satoshi hugs him back even tighter, prepares himself to hear the worst.
"He's... gone..."
Without him noticing, Satoshi wraps his arms more and tightens his embrace around Matsumoto-dono's back, playing strong not to break himself down along with Matsumoto-dono.
Matsumoto-dono sobs inaudibly against his shoulder. "What should I do... What can I do without him..."
Satoshi is aware of the dizziness that attacks him, his vision becomes blurry as his tears almost fall down his cheeks. He feels Matsumoto-dono's grip on him tightening again painfully. It brings him to his senses, that it's not the time for him to cry because there is someone who needs him right now.
Swallowing the lump in his throat and setting his face against his own sorrow. And then they let each other go, Satoshi wipes Matsumoto-dono's face with his kimono gently. When he can see the red and still swollen eyes, Satoshi smiles genuinely.
He leans forward to give those eyes gentle kisses and then he brushes his lips to Matsumoto's. The first one is so delicate and it's the first time for Matsumoto to feel his lips. The next one to come is more demanding, from kissing all over the lips biting and sucking. And now they are kissing desperately like there's no tomorrow.
Satoshi shoves his tongue inside the man's mouth who opens it eagerly. Letting him take control. Satoshi positions himself higher to deepen the kiss while Matsumoto-dono places his hands on both sides of his hips.
Satoshi's tongue is skillfully giving sensations, making the kiss wet and becoming needy. Craving for air, they part and create a string of saliva. Satoshi says breathlessly, barely audible. "Like you have said... I'm an oiran, it's my duty to please men whenever they need my comfort... So please, let Ochie make you feel good for tonight."
The next thing Matsumoto-dono knows is that his lips are locked with Satoshi's. The oiran's hand clutches loosely at the collar of his kimono, but soon that hand is no longer there. It's now working on his obi as they fall on the futon with Satoshi upon him. Still sharing kisses, Satoshi expertly slips his hand under Matsumoto-dono's kimono, roaming to dangerous places.
The man under him gasps in surprise when his cock is gripped firmly, he lets out a deep groan as Satoshi strokes the length painfully slow.
Seeing the man shutting his eyes closed, Satoshi moves down along the bare chest and he stops when he's close to Matsumoto-dono's manhood. Carefully taking him in, Satoshi pumps the length with his wet mouth while his hand is at its base.
The sensation of being taken fully around the warmth and tight lips, Matsumoto-dono groans in pleasure. Satoshi moves up and down the hardened cock, he licks the slit on its head, making Matsumoto-dono throw his head back against the pillow.
Satoshi lets the flesh go with a sexy pop sound, Matsumoto-dono is about to protest and look at Satoshi, just to see the oiran lick his own fingers.
As he feels that his fingers are wet enough to be used for preparation, Satoshi leans down once again and sucks the already hard member. Reaching behind his back, Satoshi teases his own entrance, causing him to hum against Matsumoto-dono's cock.
"Uggh..." Matsumoto lets a moan escape as Satoshi deep-throats him. Surpressing the urge to thrust up and fuck Satoshi's mouth.
Satoshi's face makes an expression that he's hurt when he inserts one digit of his fingers. Moving his ass back and forth as the muscle ring is penetrated with one digit and soon two digits.
Seems like he's starting to enjoy it. He bites his lower lip when his fingers brush his sweet spot. Imagining that it's Matsumoto-dono inside him. Giving a close look at Matsumoto-dono's cock, Satoshi makes sure that it's hard enough to enter his puckered hole. And he scrawls up, straddling the man slowly and even purposely brushing his hole with Matsumoto-dono's cock in the process.
He is now sitting right above Matsumoto-dono's cock that is painfully hard and needs to get release. Lifting up his ass a bit, Satoshi grabs the twitching penis and guides it to his entrance.
Feeling the head pressing in, stretching the ring muscles wider so Satoshi pushes down slowly, enduring the pain for now. When he takes the length in, he stops moving for a while to adjust to it.
Hands are firm in gripping Matsumoto-dono's shoulders, digging his nails into the skin as he starts moving his ass up and down, taking him deeper and deeper each time.
He feels numb on his thighs so he bends down and seals his lips again with Matsumoto-dono, who throws his arms around the smaller man's neck, grabbing his hair and pulling him down.
During the wet kisses, Matsumoto-dono can feel something wet on his cheeks. Something warm that falls from Satoshi's eyes. And he's just realizing the beads of tears already wetting the other's cheeks.
Both of them stop the activity and Matsumoto-dono opens his eyes, seeing Satoshi sobbing hard and has difficulty to breathe steadily, both from crying and panting yet he's till trying to speak.
"I... I am sorry... I..."
Realizing that the oiran has held back his own tears for his sake, Matsumoto-dono wraps a hand around Satoshi's waist while he slips the other hand under his thigh and they change position. Ohno now under him.
The cry is louder than before and he tries his best to hold it, just making his voice sound more miserable. His chest moves up and down abruptly as his sobs get uncontrollable. Of course, Matsuoka-dono's death has turned into a big shock for him. Maybe he's only a customer, but he's the one who has treated him nice and cared for him the most.
Satoshi is ashamed of how lame he is now, he covers his face with his hands and Matsumoto-dono takes him in hand, tangles their fingers together. "Ochie... it's okay," Matsumoto-dono reassures him.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... but... It's so hurt... My heart aches so much... I can't..."
Matsumoto-dono kisses Satoshi's eyes lovingly, the same way the other did to him before.
"Cry as much as you can... We both love Matsuoka-dono..."
And then Matsumoto-dono enters him once again with short and heavy thrusts.
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Satoshi covers his lips with the back of his hand while Matsumoto pulls him into a warmth. Satoshi's back against the chest. Both of them are catching their breath after doing it.
"Matsuoka-dono's killers..." Matsumoto-dono speaks up out of the blue. Satoshi looks up and listens to him carefully. "Matsuoka-dono had been searching for something and I am assuming that he was killed for that. He knew it was too dangerous that's why he didn't want to tell me. I know who they are or at least, the people behind this. I'll definitely catch them with my own hands. And you, Ochie..."
Matsumoto-dono lands a deep kiss on his head, brushing his nose with Satoshi's hair. "From now on, I'll be the one to protect you."
Thank you for reading... I have to apologize that I don't know when will the next chapter will be updated. I'll be really busy with school and assignments.
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