*This is going to be a long chapter plus it has a part 2 so buckle up*
Kinnojo stood outside of the impressive building that held his destination. Misao pressed the palm of his hand to small of the boys back guiding him inside. The guard sitting at the front desk greeted the two before pressing a buzzard calling the elevator. When they stepped inside the glass surface doors caught their reflection. Kinnojo could see Misao staring at him causing the boy to blush furiously.
"I can't wait to see how many times you blush throughout the night," Misao told him as he chuckled slightly.
Kinnojo turned into the olders body and snuggled up close trying desperately to hide his embarrassment. This action only caused Misao to laugh even louder. Feeling the rumbling from the other's chest made a shiver trickle down Kinnojo's spine. The elevator dinged signaling their arrival to the 20th floor. The penthouse was the only one on that floor. It expanded from one end of the hall to the next. Kinnojo's eyes flashed brightly taking in the enormity of the apartment. His attention was pulled to the hand that now held his own.
He was pulled further inside and to his surprise, the night sky was shining brightly through the floor to ceiling windows. It was easy to view the breathtaking mountain even from this distance. The dusk of the lights in the apartment made the shadows of the room dance artistically.
He thought to himself: "the furniture of the room fit Misao's personality perfectly."
Misao chuckled lowly as he made his way to the kitchen. "I think it fits my personality as well," he said as he opened the fridge.
The boy was dumbstruck, he didn't realize that he said his thoughts out loud. Bringing his hands to his apple red cheeks he stood rooted in his spot. He felt a hand on his waist, he peeked through his fingers to Misao smiling brightly at him.
Drawing the boy closer to him Misao spoke: "Ah, you're so cute when you blush." He raised the cold water bottle placing it on the boy's heated cheeks and smiled. "To cool you down," he says handing it to Kinnojo.
Misao smirked turning away from the boy removing his jacket draping it against the leather chair. He undid his tie drawing it from his neck slowly tossing it to lay with his jacket. The man in his relaxed state walked further to the grey couch and sat. He leaned back placing his toned arms against the back of the couch.
"How about you make yourself more comfortable before we began the night?" he asked the boy.
Kinnojo trapped his bottom lip between his teeth debating his answer.
" I have your things in the bedroom already and there's a little gift for you on the bed," Misao said crossing his leg.
Kinnojo was now caught in the other's gaze. Hazel eyes held lust as they stared at the cute boy. No longer able to handle the intense gaze Kinnojo nodded his head. The corner of Misao's mouth drew into smirk he pointed down a long hallway giving him directions.
" It's the black door on the left" he answered. Kinnojo shyly nodded again. He turned to leave when Misao spoke again: "There are towels on the vanity"
Kinnojo stood in front of the black ash door. He slowly entered the room and was greeted by a wondrous sight. Through the floor to ceiling windows he got a better view of the snowcapped mountain. It was beautiful as the setting sun danced across its snow. He turned to his right and saw the king sized bed dressed with the thick white comforter.
On top sat his overnight bag and two gift bags from Intimissimi. Repressing his curiosity he turned to his left where window connecting to the bathroom stood. He walked around the wall and entered the spacious room. There were floor to ceiling windows there as well giving an intimate view of the mountain as well. Next to the window sat a stone cased bath with a waterfall shower head. Kinnojo ran a hand over the cold stone feeling its presence.
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Tamahagane Heart
Ficción GeneralMusashi Misao is the quiet, strong type who shows dominance to everyone but his sister and the occasionally to the one he loves. Being in the Yakuza requires him to have these qualities. But will a series of events change his occupation or will it e...