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13. My muse has to live out one fantasy for your muse.
"How this is any different from the norm, Iâm not entirely certain!" Ishimaru mused at the very notion. Obeying Byakuya Togami? Was hardly a new concept. Loyal to an extreme, it was generally his pleasure to perfectly preform any task Byakuya or Junko should assign to him. And Togami was certainly no stranger to making demands, or getting exactly what he wanted without question.
"Though Iâm sure this can still be interesting. Haha! I knowâŚ.How about~~we play this little game with a complete lack of boundaries. I will do anything you desire. No limitations. No exceptions. Just once."
It was a high stakes game of trust, as Kiyotaka couldnât begin to fathom just what Byakuyaâs demand would be. And yet no matter the order, it would be fulfilled. The anticipation was terribly exciting, and Ishimaru impatiently rocked on his heels, the slightest lick of mania flickering faintly in those rich red eyes.Â
 Likely because he never wore them anywhere outside his estate. Ishimaru thought. Byakuya Togami didnât often dirty his hands, or anything for that matter, should he be able to avoid it. But heâd play along with the praise. The faint still-sterile scent of fresh leather and polish did hold its appeal. Crisp. Clean. Pristine. In a world so ruined and foul, it was a lovely sight indeed.
"You work is always impressive." When he worked at all. But quality over quantity. He did admire Byakuya, after all.
Delicately turning his foot at the ankle, Kiyotaka allowed his fingers to splay along the upper edge of his sock, leather glove caressing the small sliver of exposed skin beneath the hem of his slacks. His lips continued their reverence, winding a slow trail of kisses from toe to heel, rich red eyes flitting upward to take in the otherâs reaction to such a scene. For approval, mostly.
The one thing he craved above all else. Affirmation. Praise. Reward. From someone like Byakuya Togami, every bit of it was pricelessâŚ.
"You yourself are impressiveâŚ" Ishimaru purred, thumb massaging firmly at the pit of his ankle. "This new world needs you to shape it.â
â Â â Â Every syllable of praise had been heard before. It didn't make it any less pleasing to the ear. "It will have me." He gloated on a chuckle.
The swell of his ankle tingled to the soothing touch, pulling a hum from his throat. Ishimaru was taking such care. He always did. His attention to detail was impeccable. It was something about him that Byakuya could make use of in the future. He sure planned on it.
Byakuya gently tilted his head. A few beats passed before he leaned forward, arm slowly extending with his reach to brush his fingertips just barely across Ishimaru's brow. The touch was something rather fond-- gentle for him, too. He picked and chose how he handled things. In this case, it was to be possessvely sweet. The gestures the latter, his words the former.
"You will be right there with me," he told him, now gliding his thumb across the other's cheek and to his chin. His long limbs could be awkward, but they were proving useful now that he was hunched over. That thumb ghosted over Ishimaru's lower lip, "You will."