Kazama was only joking. A bit whiney, sure, but he never in a million years thought Chizuru would take him seriously.

Drink a cup of pineapple juice, she texted.

He clenched his teeth, fighting back a groan as she sucked in her cheeks tightly around his cock—her tongue swirling around his tip.

"I never hesitate to eat you out, Chizuru," he teased, smirking down at her. "And I don't complain about the taste either."

"Sen told me…"

Kazama scoffed and pulled away from Chizuru. "Are you talking to that wench about our sex life… or lack of on my end?"

Chizuru's face dropped, a frown forming on her lips as she nodded slowly. "Sorry, Chikage, I was just trying to get some advice."

Kazama's heart sank, realizing he had just made Chizuru feel bad. He never did it on purpose, and he often tried to catch himself before making a mistake. He was a work-in-progress that Chizuru was willing to fix.

"I don't expect to know everything, and I probably can't answer all your questions," he started, pulling Chizuru back into a hug, "but I'd rather you talk to me instead when it comes to our relationship."

Chizuru's head bobbed up and down, taking Kazama's cock in one big swallow. He felt the tightness of her throat around his tip, and he nearly came just thinking about how dedicated Chizuru was with pleasing him.

Her gag reflex was unnatural. Her lips crept slowly down his shaft, reaching all the way down to the base.

"Holy fuck, Chizuru," Kazama panted, hands gripping the arms of the chair, knuckles white.

Chizuru pulled back quickly, slurping the saliva mixed with pre-cum. She was a fucking champ, an expert with her mouth.

"So you want me to give you… a blow job?" Chizuru asked tentatively.

Kazama felt his cheeks warm. Embarrassed by her candidness. She really did want to talk about it. And he was a fucking idiot for bringing it up.

"I'm only teasing you, Chizuru," he half lied. He wanted her warm lips around his cock so badly, but he wasn't going to pressure her to do anything she didn't want to.

"I guess it's not fair on you, Chikage. You do go down on me a lot."

"Because I like to," Kazama blurted. "We can drop the subject, Chizuru. I don't need you to do anything for me. I love you just the same."

Chizuru's expression remained blank. She was in deep thought, her mind working overtime. "No, I want to. I really want to try and give you a blow job."

Chizuru took a break from seeing Kazama, promising him in their texts that "the wait would be worth it." He would try to bother her, texting her in the middle of the day while he was at work and wondering what she was doing. She would reply, "researching right now." That took an interesting turn, he thought. And his cock grew just thinking about all the porn she probably was watching.

Chizuru wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, her lips around the tip. She was looking straight at him. Brown eyes glaring into red.

She pumped him slowly into her warm mouth, squeezing her fingers just below the tip. Kazama could no longer keep their gaze. He tilted his head back, shutting his eyes tight. "Oh, fuck, Chizuru, I'm…"

And then she hummed. The vibrations she created was an added sensation and Kazama bucked his hips to her mouth.

The push came as a surprised and Chizuru nearly gagged. But she kept sucking, humming "Silent Night," while unraveling Kazama strand by strand.

Kazama moaned loudly, gasping in short breaths as he released inside Chizuru's mouth.

Chizuru screwed her eyes shut, swallowing all the warm liquid down. It tastes sweet and kind of… salty, she thought.

She licked the excess off the tip, and wiped her mouth before she looked up to watch Kazama catch his breath.

"So? Did you like it?" she asked giddily.

Kazama laughed and reached down to caress her face. He had a wide smile—genuine and unflinching—and nodded slowly as he sank into his chair.