Examination - after hours
By Kashu Arashi
"You're entirely too stiff." The doctor chided his secretary, forcing the man's face down into the center of the examination table.
"This isn't proper!" The protest was muffled.
"Not proper?" Muraki arched an eyebrow, yanking the belt from the other man's trousers and artfully flipping him onto his back. "My dear Tatsumi, it's hardly proper for a medical secretary to go unexamined. Your health must be exemplary!" Pulling the trousers off the other man's legs, he dumped them on the floor, then turned for his gloves and some lubricant. "I'm simply looking after the reputation of my clinic.
Blue eyes looked dubiously up at him through skewed glasses. "Sensei, you're crazy. You do know that, don't you?"
Muraki's answering grin agreed with him completely.
Tatsumi snorted and stretched out on the examination table. "Just fuck me already."
Owari
