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Sweet as candy by sunflower1343

He'd just picked up the thriller Takato had talked him into trying and was relaxing on his couch with it when the phone rang. The book wasn't all that great, so he reached over his head and snagged it.

"Hello?"

"Did you get my present?"

He froze, every hair instantly standing on end. His mind raced back to the package he'd received in the mail two days before. The note with it had said not to use it until he'd heard from Asami. He was hearing now.

"Yeah, I got it. What's the big deal ordering me around like that? Not that I'd want to use anything you sent me. Though the headset might come in handy."

"You used that leather harness though, and begged for more, didn't you?"

He blushed, remembering the box he'd found in the mail a few weeks earlier and what it had contained, and how he'd used it. And how Asami had come and used him only after he'd begged for it, because Asami was the one who'd sent it in the first place.

"You're blushing, aren't you Akihito? I'd so very much like to see that. I'll just have to use my imagination though. I'm too far away to do anything tonight. I have business in Nagasaki for a few days."

He sighed with relief and relaxed. "So what, you're just calling to chat?"

"Why not? I'm bored. What are you doing right now?"

This was strange. But he didn't get a chance to talk to the guy like this ever. So why not talk? It's not like he had anything better to do. He put his feet up on the sofa and leaned back.

"I was trying to read a book Takato gave me. It's supposed to be a thriller, but it's a snoozer. Everything in it is fake."

"That bad, hmm? It's hard to read someone's unrealistic concept of action when you've lived it. Where are you sitting?"

"Huh? I'm sitting on my couch. Why?"

"No particular reason. I was just trying to picture you right now. What are you wearing?"

He paused, then answered reluctantly. "The same thing I wore the last time you came over. A tank top and shorts. WHY? Are you doing something perverted?"

"Now why would you jump to that conclusion? Do you want me to do something perverted? That's not a bad idea, Akihito. Why don't you help me out?"

He had a feeling he shouldn't ask. "How?"

"Just describe things for me."

"Like what?"

"Take your shirt off."

"No."

"Scared, are you? I can see how a shy boy like you would be ashamed to take his shirt off when he's alone in his apartment. How do you bathe though?"

His teeth ground together. "Fine. Drop the sarcasm." He lifted the tank top over his head and tossed it to the floor. He'd been getting too hot anyway.

"There. It's off. Happy?" He flopped back down onto the couch. The cool air was making his hair stand on end again, and his nipples were puckering slightly. He imagined what Asami would be doing to them, if he were there, and they instantly hardened. Along with other things. His face grew hot.

"Mmm. Happier. Something tells me you're protesting too much. What do your nipples look like now, I wonder?"

He looked at them. Stiff little peaks, begging to be licked. He touched one lightly and gasped.

"That hard? I can take care of that for you, Akihito. Doing it alone can be fun, but I know you wish it was my hand there. Let your hands be mine. It would be so much better. You could edit out all you don't want, the little pinches and spanks, or add in more because I know what a bad boy you can be, or just leave everything to me. You know how well I know your body, and all I can give you. Let me have control. I'll do you just the way you want to be done."