"Haaaajjjjiiiiimmmmeee-kuuuuuun," Souji whispered into Saito's ear. The room was dim, and the only source of light came from the flickering candle placed in front of him. Saito remained still, seated in seiza, breathing in and out—deep and slow.

"You've been inside here far too long, and I'm feeling neglected," Souji huffed, crossing his arms as he sat in front of him.

He was tempted to blow the candle, push Saito down on his back, rip open his black kimono and pour the hot wax all over his pale chest. He thought about it again, cock twitching with delight.

But he knew Saito well enough not to piss him off while he meditated, knew that a good blow job could not make up for losing the young captain's concentration. Souji would rather split his gut open than think of the possibilities of how Saito would punish him.

"Hajime-kun, are you done yet?"

Saito took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, still ignoring the older captain.

"Hajime-kun, do you hear me?" Souji's voice was louder, not quite shouting, but his tone clearly annoyed.

The candlelight danced between them, taunting Souji with its fire. Meanwhile, Saito sat frozen like a statue.

"Hajime…"

Saito crashed his lips against Souji's parted mouth, stealing his breath and words. He tilted his head to the side, sliding his tongue inside to deepen their kiss. He leaned back into his heels, pulling away from Souji with a pop of their mouths. Saito wiped the excess saliva from Souji's lips, thumb gliding in smooth strokes. "What is it? What do you want, Okita-san?"

Souji stared with wide eyes silently, catching Saito's small smile before the room went dark.