Title: Persuasion
Fandom: Loveless
Pairing: Ritsuka/Soubi
Rating: PG-13.
Word Count: 360
Summary/Description: Soubi thinks that Ritsuka should take a break.
Warning/Spoilers: No spoilers. Highly suggestive.
A/N: Yami White Rain wanted tail!porn. So there. And uh, Ritsuka's in his last year of high school/in college. Not that it matters, but.
Disclaimer: Blah blah, I don't own Loveless, blah blah, everyone involved here is over eighteen years old, blah blah blah.
"Mou," Ritsuka groaned, hunched over his texts on Soubi's bed. "This is hard."
Soubi stuck his head through his kitchen door to observe his young Sacrifice struggling with his home-work.
"Would you like some help?" he asked, loosening his apron.
"No, no," Ritsuka said, waving him off. "I have to do this by myself, or else I'll never get it." He clenched his fist around his pencil, and his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to concentrate. Soubi smiled as he wiped his hands and walked over.
"I can help in other ways," he offered.
"What do you-- Soubi!" Ritsuka cried, flushing deeply as he felt a tongue on his pinky toe. His Fighter was kneeling on the floor before him, holding his bare foot delicately in his hands. His tongue flicked out again, and Ritsuka felt the heat spread all over his body.
"Soubi!" he repeated indignantly, trying to quell his blush. "I'm working!"
"I know," was all Soubi deigned to say before moving to his ankle. He left a damp trail with his tongue that cooled quickly on Ritsuka's skin.
"So, stop it!" Ritsuka insisted, and put a hand on Soubi's head to push the older man away. His action backfired, though; Soubi took the hand in his hair as a sign of encouragement, and he simply moved closer to the boy, travelling upwards until he met his knee. Ritsuka made a startled noise in his throat.
"Don't you think you should take a break, though?" Soubi asked softly, and brushed his thumb against the clothed inside of his sacrifice's thigh. Ritsuka gasped, and behind him, his tail went ramrod straight. He was blushing even harder than before. Soubi smiled, and took off his glasses. "I think so."
Ritsuka's protest died on his lips as Soubi's hand clamped around the base of his tail, and travelled slowly upwards, fingering the fine hairs on its stiff, curved length. Ritsuka exhaled noisily; his face was deep red by now.
"...Okay," he said quietly, barely audible because of his lack of breath. He gasped as Soubi's thumb pressed harder into his inner thigh. "...Maybe."
Soubi smiled gently, and stroked his thumb higher.
