Souji sighed for the third time, unable to read a single word in the book in his hand. He stared across at Saito, who was meditating silently.
Saito kept his breathing even, eyes shut softly and his lips pressed thinly.
Even just a few feet away from him, Souji can see the white little cracks inside the pink of Saito's lips.
Souji huffed again, more obvious than the last one.
"What is on your mind, Souji-kun?" Saito remained in seiza, peeking one eye open to look at him. "Perhaps a walk outside the courtyard would ease your mood."
Souji scoffed, closing the book. He stood up and walked toward the unmoving samurai, sitting down right in front of him.
"Your lips annoy me," Souji blurted, breath fanning across Saito's face. "It pains me to look at your dry lips." He licked his lips slowly, smoothing the lines on his pink wet mouth.
Saito opened both eyes and stared back into the green in front of him. He flicked his gaze down to Souji's lips, catching the little smirk that curled at the edge. "If it bothers you that much, you should look away," Saito replied, his voice even and monotonous. He would never give Souji the satisfaction of making him feel uneasy. Never.
"Don't tell me where I can or can't look," Souji snapped, moving his head close enough to graze noses with the purple-haired captain.
Saito did not flinch, jolt or move back, but kept his eyes locked with the captain of the first division.
"I'm not telling you what to do, just suggesting that…"
Souji crashed his lips with Saito's, tongue dragging in circles in a slobbering fashion. His hands clutched around Saito's neck, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. He sucked on Saito's bottom lip, earning a soft moan from the left-handed samurai.
"There. Smooth and slick," Souji said against his mouth. He pecked him on the lips one more time, before releasing him from his tight grip.
Saito panted softly, his hands tightened on the sides of his kimono, holding onto the last tendrils of his control. He closed his eyes and remained in seiza, inhaling and exhaling out his frustration and back into a meditating mood.
"You're just going to ignore me, Hajime-kun?" Souji sat back on his heels, but remained in front of Saito. He watched his heaving chest rise and fall slowly and deeply, his heart pinching from the rejection.
"I'll take your silence as a yes, then." Souji got up on his feet, moving quickly toward the door. Before he could slide the door open, he felt a tug on his arm.
Souji twirled around, a flash of blue before him, and his lips closed around soft wet ones. Saito's arms snaked around his waist, tilting his head up to meet the green-eyed captain's demands.
Souji cupped Saito's face, pulling him in closer as he darted his tongue out to taste the roof of his mouth. Saito pressed his hips forward, his cock twitching against the apex of Souji's thigh.
Souji hummed in delight, grinning against Saito's lips. "Hm, Hajime-kun. It seems you may need my lips once more."