Tea Ceremony: (Kogitsune X Mikazuki)

Tea Ceremony - ONE SHOT

Kogitsune silently watched Mikazuki through the outside window, afraid to make a sound for fear of breaking his lover's concentration. There were very few things Mikazuki knew how to do, but making tea was one of them. Rather than use the instant tea packets Saniwa-sama had bought for the rest of the Swords, Mikazuki woke up early each morning and held his own private tea ceremony in the chashitsu situated in the center of their Master's garden.

As far as Kogitsune was concerned, it seemed like entirely too much effort for one cup of tea, but it was an important part of Mikazuki's daily routine, and Kogitsune respected his lover's need for predictability.

Mikazuki was flighty by nature, and if you weren't familiar with his little quirks and nuances, you might mistake his thoughtful expression for one of complete and utter obliviousness. But the male was smarter than he let on, and if you ever had the opportunity to watch him during a tea ceremony, you'd know that for a fact.

"Morning, Kogi-san," Tsurumaru chirped, strolling over to where he stood.

Kogitsune raised his finger to his lips, signaling the small white-haired male to be quiet. Tsurumaru nodded, peaking in on Mikazuki's progress. He, like Kogitsune, watched in silence as Mikazuki moved with practiced precision.

"He makes it look so easy," Tsurumaru whispered in awe. "I tried to make tea like that the other day and burned my hand twice. It's harder than it looks."

"I've no doubt," Kogitsune replied in a low voice.

"It's such an elegant process though," Tsurumaru said wistfully. "Like a dance, but only with your hands."

"Indeed."

Kogitsune didn't say aloud what he was really thinking. He didn't want to allude to the fact that his dick was currently at full attention. The entire scene was strangely erotic; every sweeping movement, every flick of Mikazuki's wrist.

Kogitsune shifted on his feet; his hard length sitting heavy between his legs. He shouldn't be thinking such inappropriate thoughts so early in the morning. Especially during a ceremony that was clearly sacred to his beloved. The last thing he wanted to do was pervert Mikazuki's private sanctuary with impure thoughts.

Just then Mikazuki looked up; his expression slightly alarmed as if coming out of some kind of trance. His eyes locked with Kogitsune's, a smile spreading across his lovely face. He gave a small wave to both him and Tsurumaru, gesturing them inside.

Tsurumaru nudged Kogitsune with his elbow. "I'll leave you two alone," he said; his amber gaze sparkling mischievously. His eyes fluttered to Kogitsune's crotch then back up again. "And I'll make sure no one comes this way."

Turning on his heels, Tsurumaru skipped away humming under his breath. Kogitsune did his best to adjust himself before sliding open the chashitsu door. Mikazuki was about to pour a third cup when he looked up from his task.

"Where's Tsuru-chan," he asked, looking to see if anyone was behind Kogitsune.

"He went back to the house."

"Is he coming back?" Mikazuki asked with a small frown.

"I don't think so," Kogitsune replied. "Are you disappointed?"

Mikazuki bit his lip; the simple gesture making Kogitsune's cock twitch impatiently. Mikazuki set the kettle down, taking the third cup and putting it away.

"A little," he answered truthfully. "I was hoping to serve him a cup of tea."

"Am I not enough for you then?" Kogitsune asked, sliding off his shoes and stepping inside.