A week later

Tsuzuki walks out the front door hauling the water can, and basket of freshly brought plants to the little patch of garden Muraki had made for him after he learned that Tsuzuki loved gardening. So for the last week had been a pleasant one with romantic dinners with Muraki- even though that's a little strange to do with your son, but then again we are talking about Muraki- long walks in the park, and Muraki had even taken Tsuzuki to the supermarket to buy all his favorite food items. Tsuzuki takes the plants out of the basket, and plants them in the earth. He lifts up the heavy watering can, and begins to water the plants. Slender arms wrap around him, Muraki deftly moves his hand to Tsuzuki's crotch, rubbing Tsuzuki's dick through his jeans. Tsuzuki moans softly.

"No Muraki not outside," Tsuzuki says

"But I enjoy the thought of having outdoor sex, where everyone can see my beautiful son moaning in erotic pleasure," Muraki smirks

Tsuzuki deadpans, and turns to stare at Muraki, "I will never completely understand you and your odd fantasies"

Tsuzuki returns to watering his plants.

Muraki pouts, "So you're going to give attention to your plants and not to your papa's needs instead?"

Tsuzuki nods, "yep"

Muraki begins to walk towards the house, "fine if you love your plants more than me then it's no dessert for you tonight after dinner"

Tsuzuki drops the watering can and chases after Muraki, "you evil dictating bastard!" he shouts.

Tsuzuki sniffles.

Muraki glares at Tsuzuki, "I said pull your pants down"

Tsuzuki pulls his pants down, and bends over the arm of the couch in the living room, his ass sticking out in the air.

"Tsuzuki do you know why you're being punished?"

"Because I cursed"

Muraki lifts the paddle up to Tsuzuki's butt, he pulls the paddle back, and smacks Tsuzuki's butt with it. Tsuzuki moans softly, Muraki's eyes widen in surprise.

" you beginning to surprise me even more, I didn't know you were into…S&M," Muraki purrs

"I'm not!" Tsuzuki protests

Muraki smirks, "Your moaning says otherwise"

Muraki hits Tsuzuki with the paddle again, Tsuzuki cries out in pleasure, Muraki pulls the paddle back again and wacks Tsuzuki's butt one more, Tsuzuki grips the arm of the couch, biting his lips to suppress his moans. Pre cum drips out of his hard erect cock. Muraki places his paddle on the floor.

"Does your butt hurt ?"

Tsuzuki nods, "yes"

"Do you want me to make it feel better?"

"Yes"

Muraki walks out of the room and returns a minute later with baby oil in hand. Muraki squeezes out a generous amount of the baby oil into his palm. He slathers the oil on Tsuzuki's butt, Tsuzuki mewls in pleasure, and Muraki hovers over Tsuzuki and licks the outer shell of his ear, Muraki takes a lubed finger and teases Tsuzuki's puckering hole, Tsuzuki gasps.

"Muraki don't!"

Muraki pouts, "I thought you said you butt hurts?"

"Yea I said my butt hurts not my asshole"

Muraki ignores his comment and continues to play with Tsuzuki's asshole, after a while Muraki looms over Tsuzuki. Tsuzuki sighs happily glad his torture is over, he freezes hearing the unzipping of pants. Muraki's cock pokes at his entrance.

"Muraki, no" Tsuzuki whines

Tsuzuki lies on his bed rubbing his sore butt after Muraki had not stop sex with him for six hours straight, Tsuzuki's stomach growls.

'Well I guess I could get a late night snack'

He gets up off his bed and proceeds to walk down the hallway; he pauses at the steps hearing Muraki's voice below. Muraki walks into the main hallway talking on his cellphone. Tsuzuki listens intently.

"I understand," Muraki pauses a bit listening to the complaints of the other person on the line. "I'm sure he doesn't know a thing… he won't find out…he'll never find the papers…fine…alright I'll speak to you tomorrow"

Muraki hangs up, Tsuzuki stares at Muraki perplexed by all he just overheard. Muraki looks up, catching Tsuzuki staring up at him.

"What are you doing up so late?" Muraki peers at him

"I was hungry so I thought I would get a snack"

Muraki smiles, "well if you're hungry why don't you have some of your papa's milk"

Tsuzuki blushes furiously. Muraki walks up the steps and pulls Tsuzuki into a tender embrace, he slips his tongue into Tsuzuki's mouth exploring every crevice of his mouth, Muraki pushes Tsuzuki against the wall, he places his knee between Tsuzuki's legs spreading them apart, Muraki feverishly kisses Tsuzuki, Tsuzuki moans into the kiss, he weaves his hands into his papa's silvery locks, Muraki slips his hand between them, rubbing Tsuzuki's dick through the thin cloth of his pajamas. Tsuzuki's legs begin to shake and give out beneath him, Muraki catches him, and carries him bridle style to Tsuzuki's bedroom.

Muraki places Tsuzuki on the bed, but then his cellphone begins to ring. Muraki Kisses Tsuzuki on the forehead.

"I'm sorry my love, but it looks like we'll have to continue this tomorrow morning." Muraki flashes Tsuzuki a quick smile, and leaves the room.

Tsuzuki lay's on the bed pondering over the conversation Muraki had with the mystery person. He shrugs tired of thinking and quickly falls into a dreamless sleep.