“He is a joy."
She smiled. “You're getting that look in your eye again."
"That look?” I repeated.
"The look that means that you want to find your blossom and do something scandalous with him."
"My lady!” I protested.
She laughed. “Let me think about Iida's offer. Alone. There are a number of issues with it, but it also might be an innocent offer. Iida may feel better getting advice from a woman rather than one of the greater lords. Or he might want to ask advice on how to search for a consort, something he might not be comfortable asking another man about."
"I had not thought about that,” I said. “Even if I don't think that is what he wants from you. There is something more to this. We just have to figure it out."
" We do not!” she told me with a laugh. “I will think about this, and you will go and spend time with Keno."
"My lady, I can—” I started.
She laughed again, and I took the hint. She wanted to be alone. I wondered if it was because she wanted to think about the implications of Iida's offer politically or personally. I know she has never sought a relationship with anyone here, even after all these centuries. She had chosen not to deal with a formal alliance, but she could have amused herself with a paid companion or a lover of either sex. But she had not, and I grieved for her, concerned that she couldn't find the happiness I had with Keno.
Thinking of Keno quickened my step. It was early afternoon, and he would be studying in the library. I went there and was rewarded by finding him in one of the side rooms he had taken over for his own use. He was sprawled on the floor and reading.
"Samojirou-sama,” he greeted me formally, rising easily and gracefully.
"Keno, we are alone. There is no need to be so formal,” I chided gently.
He blushed. “I'm always afraid I'm going to forget one day and call you Aboshi in public."
"Since Sakura is still as mute and charming now as she was in the beginning, I don't think that is something you have to worry about,” I reassured him. “And we are very alone right now, aren't we?'
"I think that Hikura-san mentioned he was going to be away for the afternoon and that I was to just leave my books here instead of putting them away,” Keno said.
I leaned over and kissed him when he told me that. I wasn't surprised that he was kissing me back eagerly. He wasn't such a shy flower anymore, even if we didn't always consummate our relationship physically.
"Hikura-san would be very angry if we made a mess in here,” Keno murmured after a couple of minutes. He sounded very dazed and a light brush against the front of his yukata , told me that he was as eager for me as I was for him.
"Then we will just have to be neat,” I told him. “Or just messy on you."
"Whatever you want to do,” Keno managed to whisper hoarsely.
I was touched by the trust he had in me. “Messy on you, it is,” I teased him.
We continued to kiss, our light cotton yukata growing damp in the heat our bodies generated. I managed to undo both our fundoshi and our obi between kisses, Keno's body grew slick and pliant, his arms wrapped around my neck. My fingers wandered to his hidden opening, and when I brushed against it gently, he moaned into my mouth, a needy sound that went straight to my shaft.
"Please...."
"No oil, my sweet,” I said regretfully. “And I will not take you without it."
I didn't let him say anything else as I pulled him tight against me. I teased his opening some more, aware of the fact that he was slick enough for something else. Controlling him with kisses, I eventually had him sprawled out on the floor below me, his yukata spread out below him. I knelt between his legs, pulling back long enough to admire the sight of him open to me like this, vulnerable and so sexy. I cupped his sac, stroking the delicate tissue, watching him arch into my touch as my fingers wandered lower.
Keno bit his lip to stifle his moans, not wanting to enlighten the whole
She smiled. “You're getting that look in your eye again."
"That look?” I repeated.
"The look that means that you want to find your blossom and do something scandalous with him."
"My lady!” I protested.
She laughed. “Let me think about Iida's offer. Alone. There are a number of issues with it, but it also might be an innocent offer. Iida may feel better getting advice from a woman rather than one of the greater lords. Or he might want to ask advice on how to search for a consort, something he might not be comfortable asking another man about."
"I had not thought about that,” I said. “Even if I don't think that is what he wants from you. There is something more to this. We just have to figure it out."
" We do not!” she told me with a laugh. “I will think about this, and you will go and spend time with Keno."
"My lady, I can—” I started.
She laughed again, and I took the hint. She wanted to be alone. I wondered if it was because she wanted to think about the implications of Iida's offer politically or personally. I know she has never sought a relationship with anyone here, even after all these centuries. She had chosen not to deal with a formal alliance, but she could have amused herself with a paid companion or a lover of either sex. But she had not, and I grieved for her, concerned that she couldn't find the happiness I had with Keno.
Thinking of Keno quickened my step. It was early afternoon, and he would be studying in the library. I went there and was rewarded by finding him in one of the side rooms he had taken over for his own use. He was sprawled on the floor and reading.
"Samojirou-sama,” he greeted me formally, rising easily and gracefully.
"Keno, we are alone. There is no need to be so formal,” I chided gently.
He blushed. “I'm always afraid I'm going to forget one day and call you Aboshi in public."
"Since Sakura is still as mute and charming now as she was in the beginning, I don't think that is something you have to worry about,” I reassured him. “And we are very alone right now, aren't we?'
"I think that Hikura-san mentioned he was going to be away for the afternoon and that I was to just leave my books here instead of putting them away,” Keno said.
I leaned over and kissed him when he told me that. I wasn't surprised that he was kissing me back eagerly. He wasn't such a shy flower anymore, even if we didn't always consummate our relationship physically.
"Hikura-san would be very angry if we made a mess in here,” Keno murmured after a couple of minutes. He sounded very dazed and a light brush against the front of his yukata , told me that he was as eager for me as I was for him.
"Then we will just have to be neat,” I told him. “Or just messy on you."
"Whatever you want to do,” Keno managed to whisper hoarsely.
I was touched by the trust he had in me. “Messy on you, it is,” I teased him.
We continued to kiss, our light cotton yukata growing damp in the heat our bodies generated. I managed to undo both our fundoshi and our obi between kisses, Keno's body grew slick and pliant, his arms wrapped around my neck. My fingers wandered to his hidden opening, and when I brushed against it gently, he moaned into my mouth, a needy sound that went straight to my shaft.
"Please...."
"No oil, my sweet,” I said regretfully. “And I will not take you without it."
I didn't let him say anything else as I pulled him tight against me. I teased his opening some more, aware of the fact that he was slick enough for something else. Controlling him with kisses, I eventually had him sprawled out on the floor below me, his yukata spread out below him. I knelt between his legs, pulling back long enough to admire the sight of him open to me like this, vulnerable and so sexy. I cupped his sac, stroking the delicate tissue, watching him arch into my touch as my fingers wandered lower.
Keno bit his lip to stifle his moans, not wanting to enlighten the whole
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