Good boy (Hinata)

-8

Akira's eyes went wide open. He couldn't believe what he just seen. The adult man kissed the little boy. He didn't know what kind of relationship this was. Wasn't the ginger way younger? There is no way they were lovers. 

Akira still kept watching, wanting to know what will happen next.

The man pulled away from the kiss, but during kissing the little ginger seemed to be struggling a little. 

That man smiled warmly and put his hand gently on the little ginger's hair... He got close to the little guy's neck and started kissing his neck and then his chest. The little ginger was quietly moaning trying to keep his voice down. 

The man removed his hands from the tiny waist and put them under the shirt. He held the little guy's back firmly, picked him up, and stood up himself too. The little boy's head was resting on the adult's shoulder. He seemed exhausted and tired. 

The man holding him slowly walked to the huge bed in the back and put him carefully there. He then also got on top of the ginger and continued to kiss his body. 

Akira couldn't see anymore because he was watching from behind...

The man's long hair was on the little guy's face covering it. He looked at the older and wanting nothing but for the time to stop, so he could run away. He wondered why it ended up like this...

Akira stopped watching and moved away from the door. He couldn't believe his eyes. 

Akira's Pov.

Didn't that man make love to the little boy? Were they lovers? I've seems my mom and dad sometimes kiss, but I never saw them making out and kissing each other's necks. There was no way. 

I walked to the restroom and finished my business. Even their bathrooms were fancy.

As I was heading back, I walked past the same door again. The door was closed this time. Did they notice that the door was open? 

I started walking faster back to where I came from. I saw my mom and the lady laughing and talking. "What took you so long?" said my mom. "I was walking very slow, that's why," I said and sat back on my chair. Then I looked at the lady and smiled. She looked at me too, smiled, and went back to the conversation she was having with my mom. 

Were those people related to her? Does she know them? Does she know what they do? Who are they? Who is the little boy with ginger hair?

...

It's been only 2 days since my visit and I want to go again. I asked my mom if I can come along with her again to aunty Emi's house and she told me she will be going on Tuesday. which was one day away. I was excited I couldn't wait.

However, my dream was crushed. I didn't see either the man or the little boy all day in their huge mansion.

I checked all the rooms in the halls, but there was no sign of any person.

Overall my visit was useless today, but...I did find a huge garden in the backyard. I asked aunty Emi if I can play in the garden the next time I visit and she said, "Yes of course sweetie. I guess it can get boring if you listen to me and your mom talk all day."

...

Two weeks. I waited for two weeks just to go to aunt Emi's house again. Finally, my mom was free and we were visiting once again. Today was Saturday meaning my mom was off work. Last Saturday she was off too, but an emergency happened and she left that day.

Today I hope I can see those two people. If I don't I'm going to give up. Today is the last chance. 

While my mom and aunty were talking, I got up and told them I'll go to the garden. They both smiled and let me go. 

I was walking into the garden, but before I got an insight into the garden, I saw the man. 

He was also in the garden sitting in a chair with a table drinking tea. I tried to be sneaky and got a little closer getting the whole view without being noticed. 

Then... there he was, the little ginger boy. He was also sitting down in another chair beside/across from the man. He was drawing or writing something. He looked pretty focused on it. 

They were both once again dressed very formally. They were wearing similar white dress shirts once again, but the color of the little boy's shorts was dark red this time.

The man was wearing the same colors with a different design suit. He was once again not wearing his coat. Only the dress shirt and long black pants with his long black hair on the side of his shoulder.

The man was just looking at the little boy's activity while calmly drinking his cup of tea. They also had a huge basket of cake and other desserts on the table. 

The boy had a plate of cake beside his paper and he had already eaten half of it.

It seems like they were having a quiet and nice time. 

It was soothing watching them. 

They looked like a family. A very gentle family... minus the kissing scene. 

The little boy finished up whatever he was writing or drawing, stood up, picked up his paper, walked towards the man, and held it high for the man to see while smiling. 

The man held the paper while observing it and said something. Then he patted the little boy's hair and smiled. 

The little boy went back to his seat and continued with his activity, while the man just observed.

And I just watched from the corner.

The little boy seemed happy here, but he didn't look so happy when he was in the other room sitting on that man's lap.

Does that mean he doesn't like the sort of affection the man gives him?

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