krystalkatzficz | The Tutor part 7 (Reply)

Although Kazunari had hoped for a peaceful and perhaps leisurely bathe it was impossible with Ryo in the room with him. The man didn’t do or say anything overtly bad but knowing that he was in the room had Kazunari’s body reacting in ways that it shouldn’t. For the most part he had hunched himself over and was scrubbing his body and hair as quickly as he could manage. The bathing cloth given was scratchy on his skin and for a moment he felt embarrassed that it wasn’t soft. He was more of a maiden than his sisters sometimes, they had often joked such when they had been younger, his father had told them to stop it. What insult was it to have the manner and bearing of a woman? None, he would say, asking his sisters if they would enjoy being taunted just for their gender. Kazunari had tried to correct his manners when in Oxford but he would always have a softer manner than most men.

“Would you care for me to wash your back?” Ryo asked suddenly jolting Kazunari from his thoughts with a sharp jolt. The water splashed a little more violently then he had intended as his body dropped into the water and he turned to look at the man spluttering;

“Ex-excuse me?”

“Your back. There isn’t a long handled brush for you to do it yourself and I noticed that your shirt was soaked with sweat...It is no hardship” Ryo didn’t wait for an answer before coming to sit crouch behind him his hand dipping in the water to collect the bathing cloth. “Your skin is an amazing thing, most of covered in the marks of the pox and yet you are unblemished...Did you never have the fever as a child?”

“I did, we all did, but my father covered me in red cloth. Mama was said to have told him to do so when Eddie was born. It saved us from scratching, not a single one of us have the marks others carry” Kazunari answered proud of his mother but at the same time embarrassed by the strange compliment on his skin. It wasn’t something most men would notice about each other and Kazunari wondered if Ryo had noticed that he was abnormal and was trying to provoke him. “You are similarly unmarked...”

“I have marks upon my face and over my chest...I did not escape that, unlike you, your skin is soft as the finest silk...” Ryo breathed his fingertips tracing lightly over his skin while he washed his back and Kazunari tried his best not to react to the touch. But it was an impossible thing. Ryo’s hands were worn, the fingers coarse and split from long hours working, but they were soft as they moved over him as though he was tracing the bones in his back. The cloth moved skittishly over him but Kazunari had a feeling that Ryo had given up the pretence of washing him so he could touch him all over.

Kazunari bit hard on his lower lip as a second hand joined the first and they moved more boldly. He worked in small swirling patterns pressing deep into muscles and bones that had tightened in the carriage. Kazunari couldn’t stop a small groan of pleasure from escaping his lips has his spine seemed to pop and he could move himself more freely. “You are like a dog...”

“Excuse me?!” Kazunari cried twisting his neck to look at the man behind him. It was a mistake, as soon as he turned his eyes met that of Ryo and he was lost. They were so close he could see himself reflected in the beautiful dark eyes and his cheeks flushed brightly. He wanted to turn back around but it was as though he were chained in place all he could do was move his eyes and slowly they moved over the handsome chubby face. It was strange, the more he looked at him the more...Handsome he seemed to become. Things that he hadn’t noticed before, like the soft pink of his lips and the way his eyes were sleepy but intense.

A smile formed over Ryo’s lips and Kazunari watched the action from beginning to end. Ryo’s hands continued to move over him slowly as he found another tense spot and worked on it with his fingers deep into the tissue. Kazunari found himself slowly closing his eyes with pleasure at the sensation and Ryo chuckled his breath sweet and fresh brushing under Kazunari’s nose.

“There is a dog on the estate. He is a wild thing for the most part, wishes to be independent but as soon as you start stroking him he becomes like clay in your hands...” Ryo told him and Kazunari knew that his flush would be getting brighter but he couldn’t deny that it was true but then, he had never been touched like this by anyone before.

Although he had longed to feel the touch of a man, he had never been brave enough to venture to the Molly houses, gentleman’s clubs that tailored to those of a questionable nature, in Oxford. He had known of their existence and even where some where but he had not wanted to give into that side of himself. Thankfully he hadn’t as they had been raided by the constabulary and those found within had been paraded on the news notices all over. A few of his peers had been caught inside and they had been arrested but released on the understanding that they had been led astray by older men.

Of course, everybody knew that their parents had been able to secure their release by exchanging large sums of money. Their education had been forfeit, however those that didn’t have rich parents had suffered the long drop. Had Kazunari ventured into such a place his father would not have been able to secure his release and he would have been killed and his brother and sisters having to live with the shame of an abnormal for a brother and his father would have surely died sooner.

The harsh memories of those men being killed as though they were criminals had Kazunari jumping up out of the bath and pulling on a robe before he could explain to Ryo what was happening he was tripping over his own feet and falling into a heap on top of the man, his very naked hard penis resting against Ryo’s clothed thigh. The man let out a muffled gasp and Kazunari hung his head deeply afraid that he wouldn’t make it as far as Nottingham, the man would have him hung right there and then.

TBC

A/N: I hope that this is okay >.<