Disclaimer: Viewfinder belongs to Yamane Ayano
Since everyone's reviews were so flattering I decided to be generous today and post up another chapter.
Just to clear up any confusion as to why his friends thought Asami was his dad. Akihito did tell them that he's adopted, and technically he was. Takato had already speculated that it was a guy, so when they came back to get Takato's stuff, they saw Asami and Akihito gettin' hot n' heavy with each other through the gap in the window curtains and just assumed.
ONE WEEK EARLIER
"Akihito, are you asleep?" Asami called out from the doorway. He shrugged off his long coat and laid it on the back of the leather armchair. The briefcase was placed on the dining room table, along with a white cardboard box.
While he was undoing his tie, the boy came out of the bathroom, lugging his body into the kitchen sluggishly. He was rubbing his eyes and unsuccessfully tried to stifle a rather loud yawn that couldn't be suppressed. Asami thought it was adorable.
Akihito came up to him, and Asami hooked his hands under the boy's armpits, hauling him up and into his lap. His hair was still damp, and Asami could smell the shampoo and water on his skin. He licked a stray drop on Akihito's neck, watching him squirm a bit before nuzzling against Asami's shoulder.
"Did you fall asleep in the bath again?" Asami asked as he continued to breathe in the boy's tantalizing scent. Sleep was the only moment when Akihito laid down his guard around him, so he always made sure to take advantage of it. He loved to rouse the boy out of bed for a little bit of company together, because it was the only time Akihito acted so freely around him, so willing.
"Hmm…" was the lethargic reply.
Akihito's nose suddenly sniffed at the air, zeroing in on the white box on the table. He looked back at Asami's face, eyes lighting up in hope, and broke out into a smile when Asami nodded his consent. The boy opened it to reveal several small assortments of cream puffs, fruit tarts, and lemon bars. He squealed and hastily picked up a mini fruit tart, swallowing half of it in a large bite.
Asami kissed his cheek without resistance, something Akihito only let him indulge in when the boy was too preoccupied or asleep. "Don't forget to brush your teeth before going to bed," he said, stroking the soft skin at the nape of Akihito's neck.
"I'm not a kid!" the boy grumbled, but not at all deterred from consuming the desserts Asami had brought.
"Of course you're not," Asami replied, ever-aware of the soft body in his arms.
"Asami," the boy mumbled. "Thank you."
Asami smirked. "Well, how about you return the favor then?"
Akihito stopped eating.
He was wide awake now, and he immediately stilled in Asami's embrace.
"I won't hurt you."
Akihito looked doubtful. "Pl…please, Asami. I – I don't think I can do it," he said, trying to distance himself from the man.
But Asami wouldn't let him go, securing the boy even more tightly in his lap. He stared at him while Akihito pitifully struggled, then said, "I'm not asking for you to do it, silly boy. I'll do it."
He picked up the frazzled bundle in his arms and deposited him on the couch. Really, they have had some great memories on there. He went on his knees and looked right at the boy's sputtering face while slowly touching him, hands roaming over his body, centering in on kneading his stomach and hips, calming the boy until he just laid there, nervously anticipating Asami's ministrations. And then very slowly, Asami unbuttoned his pajama top from the bottom up, all the while licking and kissing his way up that smooth chest. While the boy was momentarily dazed, Asami deftly trailed the hand swirling circles on the boy's stomach lower and lower until it disappeared into his pants.
Akihito's breath hitched, and the rise and fall of his chest escalated.
Asami chuckled. Apparently the boy wasn't resisting. He was so weak to pleasure. But that's alright. This time, Asami will spoil him rotten. He slid Akihito's hardened cock out, and then proceeded to give it a little kiss, right on the tip. Akihito cried out, hips shaking, and Asami's lips came away coated with precum.
"I fed you, so now you feed me," Asami purred, looking wickedly at the dripping cock before him. "Bon appetite."