6. My muse goes down on yours under a desk, during a meeting. [[I am so done with myself--excuse me;; also I'm mean and I stopped where I stopped--]]
Tadashi was of course in Hisoka’s office when he wasn’t supposed to be. He’d originally come in because of hunger, and naturally his elder was the one who usually fed him so whether he was allowed to or not he intruded in Hisoka’s office. When he entered he was confused at why there were more chairs than usual placed in front of the polished wood desk, but paid it little mind. There was something more important running through his mind. Food.
"You’ll have to wait; I have people coming over soon. You need to get out."
Tadashi wasn’t the type to listen when he was hungry. Leaning against the desk, the blond crossed his arms over his chest in rebellion. “I’m hungry now, they can wait a bit.” Of course since Hisoka usually failed to give him any important details as to who was coming over he dubbed it not as important as his desires. But the one thing Tadashi hadn’t expected was for those people to get there so soon.
When the small group came in, they were talking with each other, Tadashi was completely sure none of them saw him as the door clicked open, but he instantly recognized them as members of the Nase family and he pushed himself off the table and scrambled beneath the desk, luckily he was hidden behind a small wall beneath.
Uncomfortably, Tadashi was forced to curl himself just enough to fit beneath the desk. He wasn’t that tall but it still proved to be unpleasant. His legs were starting to hurt from sitting, and the conversation they were holding had been completely drowned out by the blond’s mental whining and his hunger. The space was small enough, but for a moment Tadashi assumed that Hisoka had forgotten that he was under the desk because he scooted in slightly leaving Tadashi less space.
It was then that Tadashi started to do something he couldn’t quite explain why; he was more so surprised that Hisoka never did anything to stop him, such as a kick. Perhaps it was boredom, or maybe revenge? Most likely something else completely. Slowly Tadashi readjusted himself so he was sitting right in front of his guardian’s slightly parted legs, facing him. Moving forwards slightly, Tadashi tugged at the robe’s cloth, moving it to the side until both of Hisoka’s legs were showing. His hand ran against the other’s inner thigh, flicking off the rest of the clothing that still covered his lower half.
Moving closer, Tadashi positioned himself between Hisoka’s legs, the caressing stopped, but in its place the teen was pressing his lips against the other’s soft skin, slowly making his way closer, occasionally his tongue would come out and trail against the raven haired male’s leg.
It was when he could go no further, did he pull his attention away from Hisoka’s leg. Still, whatever conversation that had been going through his mind had turned to nothing. His mind was elsewhere, blocking out any and all noise.
Moving the remainder of Hisoka’s robe, Tadashi now had a full view of his lower half. Raising himself on his knees slightly he placed a hand on the other’s inner thigh to keep balance, while his other hand took a soft hold of the other’s hardening erection. Tadashi at this point was breaking all of his rules, he hated any sort of physical contact, and yet he could hardly stop himself, let alone understand… Yet he was doing something like this.
Stroking Hisoka’s length, his movements came to a slow stop when he leaned forwards, pressing his lips against the other’s erection.
[ ♕ ] — "Oh? I was never informed there would be visitors."
Always prepared for guests, be it of wealthy or some lesser being, an unkempt home struck the reputation. A small blemish shouldn't damage it. But to the young woman, the meager error cost so much.
How aggravating, especially when the home was under repairs due to an... incident. A small portion was covered and suffered greatly during the trouble.
--Well the information does not necessarily have to be released.
And why would common people even have concern in her affairs?
The change in location should have changed some... speculation.
"Will you mind if I have your name and why you're here?"
❦ - if you want my muse to write yours a loving letter
Dear Hisoka,
I hate writing, I really do. What makes this worse is a could probably just go up to you and tell you this, but honestly, writing this in the form of a letter is easier. Why? Because I’d probably just give up before I get to my point. Anyways, as painful as it is for me to admit it, this is just as painful on paper actually. But, aside from me avoiding my point. I’m writing this letter because I really do need to finally thank you for all you’ve done for me. I’m a brat, I’m hard to handle, I don’t listen, I faint at the worst times possible, and I’m always hungry, and you’re always having to handle all the problems I create. For that, I have to thank you. When I was still with my mother, we were always going from place to place and everyone hated us but I didn’t understand why, ever since I was put under your care you taught me many things and have made it so I can go outside everyday and have youmu be my worst problem, not people. Most people wouldn’t take in something like me for a day, let alone keep someone like me for more that a few years. Anyone who is normal would have simply let me die like my mother did back then. But you didn’t. I guess that makes you the polar opposite of all things normal.
As someone who finds most things boring. The greatest compliment that I can give is to tell you that you’re extraordinary.
"A-ah! Hello there, can i help you? Are you looking for someone?" the black haired girl had jsut woken up from her daily nap on the hills and looked up to the person a bit disgruntled, but happy that someone had actually approached her. She did her best to put on a smile and try not to fall back asleep.
