It was hardly an injury worth any concern. A scratch if anything, just another scar to compliment the other pale jagged edges that lined his skin, but with Doi’s insistence, Rikichi was simply unable to refuse a few days at the academy's infirmary. It became his temporary home, with bandages wrapped around his calf, a herb-scented futon, and the chatter of nintama to keep him company. It was more than he needed, but it was nice. Comfortable. Some indulgence of an easier life before he threw himself back to his work.
And Rikichi didn’t expect Doi to visit either, with his never ending schedule, but–
“I can always make time for you, Rikichi-kun,” Doi said, setting a warm cup by Rikichi’s hip.
Ouch. Straight through the heart, it ached more than the wound, and Rikichi wished that Doi would be merciful with his honesty– it was no wonder that the gossiping ladies next door spoke of him so often. A natural charmer. The troublesome kind too, clueless to how many loved him. Worse yet was how Doi’s affection came from a different place than his own.
“I only hope I’m not taking too much out of your day, Doi-sensei.” Rikichi gently took the cup into his hands, soft heat at his palms, and he could tell by the scent alone that Doi had made it to his liking– well, a younger Rikichi’s liking. He had a sweet tooth back then, and he rarely indulged in it, a ninja needed to learn to abstain to the finer things in life, a firm rule of his father’s. Though Doi took to spoiling him in any way he could, and that meant mizuame– or, in this case, azuki beans when they were alone, and even as a boy, he always felt guilty that Doi spent his meager salary on something so frivolous.
Despite Doi’s efforts, it left a bitter taste in his mouth, still being seen as a child.
“Not at all,” Doi replied, content. He took a sip of his own share, and Rikichi didn’t miss the quirk of his lip as the sweetness disagreed with his taste buds. “In fact, if there’s anything I can do for you, I’d be happy to hear it.”
“Anything?” Rikichi tilted his head, lips curving up mischievously, enough that Doi furrowed his brows. Anything. If that’s the case, then… “Seeing Hanko-san again would raise my spirits.”
A mere joke, some petty revenge for Doi’s babying, if the immature, breathy laugh breaching the silence meant anything, but when Rikichi raised his eyes in anticipation of Doi’s face twisted in annoyance, he’s instead met with red cheeks, redder ears, and Doi’s gaze on him broken by his own embarrassment.
Oh. Well. Rikichi knew that Doi wasn’t enthusiastic about crossdressing, not like his father at least, but for it to make Doi shy… It was cute, though Rikichi didn’t understand where the reluctance came from. It was part of being a ninja, and it wasn’t as if Doi was bad at it. No one thought twice about Hanko, not like they did at some… other women.
“Hanko-san is…” Doi trailed off, and the way he said her name, so distantly, as if he wasn’t talking about himself. His fingers nervously tapped along the rim of his cup. “I, er. Wouldn’t get your hopes up. She’s a busy woman, you know.”
“Right…” The conversation took a strange turn, and the resulting silence was suffocating enough that Doi politely excused him a few moments later, leaving Rikichi with more questions to ponder in his lonesome.
In the dead of night, the sound of shoji hurriedly opening and shutting shook him from his light slumber. Instincts on high, he rushed to sit up, ignoring the dull pain in his leg, hand shooting down to reach for the kunai tucked away in his pocket–
“Ah– no, no. Please stay still.”
Light, delicate footsteps. The familiar voice soothed his nerves, but it was… softer than usual, a few pitches higher, sweet as a songbird. Squinting, he took in the slowly approaching figure, bottom to top. Starting low– slender legs, a pretty kosode, unruly, auburn hair. Above– soft cheeks, plush lips, eyelashes a hint longer. Sinking to his– no, her knees, the woman reached behind his futon to light a lantern with charcoal from the hibachi, carefully pinched between tongs.
“...Doi-sensei?” Rikichi tested, lost in how the light illuminated her frame, fabric clinging to the meat of her hips– no, bad, her eyes were up there.
A bashful smile, and she shook her head, timidly glancing down at her hands intertwined on her lap. “No, it’s… Hanko.”
Ah.
He couldn’t feign his surprise. This was the last person he expected to see, though she was more than a welcome sight. Still, Rikichi needed to say something, quick, the look on Hanko’s face was growing more pained, regretful, and the last thing he needed was for her to run off.
“I’m–” His voice cracked, and he felt twelve again, throat dry and mind empty, just like the first time he saw her. “I’m… very happy to see you again, especially so soon.”
“...Really?” Her hand moved to her cheek, cupping the soft curve of it. He was envious of the gesture, wanted to replace her palm with his own. “My, my. You know how to make a girl feel special… but I’m sure you’re kind to every lady you meet.” She winked, and it surprised him each time how easy it was for Hanko to… become herself, in a way. As if femininity was another part of her, like being a teacher, a ninja, a brother, just tucked away, harder to find.
“Of course.” Rikichi mastered the art of pleasantries, of course, even if some people pushed him to the brink of patience, but this was far from mere politeness, heart pounding and sweat beading at the back of his neck. “But I prefer talking with you more than anyone else.”
“Is that why you called for me, Rikichi-kun?” His name sounded different when she talked like this. Flirtatious, almost, the way her voice peaked at the honorific, a melody he hung onto. “You have a strange preference for company.”
“Strange, no.” And Rikichi could play that game, too. A wanting man to a tempting maiden, an outlet for feelings he planned to keep to himself. “A woman like you is hard to come by. I treasure the time we share together.”
“Oh, enough!” Hanko tilted her head, batted her eyelashes, pursed her lips– and in the light it was clear that she had painted them a warm pink. It suited her. “Someone your age could do with a girl younger than me.”
He hadn’t considered it before, but maybe, just maybe, there was a certain someone that influenced his… preferences. His mother pushed him towards marriage, be with a young, high class girl, a wife to tote around and be proud of, but he couldn’t care less about marrying for appearances sake. Being with her, pretending to court a lowly working woman… it did something to him, and he was ashamed to admit how many hours he was plagued with thoughts of… more than playful flirting, especially with all the time he had to himself bedridden.
“I’m fond of every part of you, age included. Believe it or not, men like me prefer a woman with maturity.”
It was difficult to shake his… inclinations away, doomed the moment Rikichi noticed the strange, warm feeling in his belly at twelve years old whenever Doi’s hands lingered.
“So maturity is what you’re calling it now…” She rolled her eyes, unconvinced, and she wouldn’t be so skeptical if she knew how many fantasies Rikichi conjured up in her image.
Rikichi raised an eyebrow, proudly wearing a smirk. “I could be more blunt, if you prefer.”
“Well…” She crossed her arms, grinning too, and the teasing back and forth was becoming addictive, something he could get used to. “Now I can’t help but be curious.”
“An experienced woman.” He pointedly peered at her, a long look up and down, twists and turns along her curves. “One who’s had time to fill out her kosode, too.”
“Rikichi-kun!” She wiggled in her seat, wagging a scolding finger at him, cheeks darker than her lips. “Jokes are one thing, but a woman’s weight is off limits!”
“Jokes? Who said I was joking?” More. He pushed himself forward, reaching out to loosely grab her wrist. “I thought I made it quite clear,” voice low, husky, thumb stroking the smooth under of her forearm, “what I think of you, Hanko-san.”
“Um–” Hanko faltered for a moment, caught off guard by the intensity of it, but it wasn’t long until she recovered, likely believing this was still a play they were putting on. She giggled, eyes half-lidded as she leaned forward, and– was that perfume? Just as he was attempting to sniff out the profile, his nose knocked into hers, and they both gasped. He could sense the fear, the urge to draw back, and he squeezed her wrist firmly, a silent plea to keep her there. When would he get this chance again? Thankfully, she listened, even as she trembled.
“Don’t be shy now.” Rikichi whispered. “You can be such a tease.”
“I don’t mean to.” Hanko whispered, too. “You just… fluster me, Rikichi-kun.”
“Is that so? I haven’t done anything yet.”
“Yet–?”
A hard tug, and she fell forward, though Rikichi was there to catch her. Strong arms caught her at her waist and shoulder, and he took advantage of her lips parting to gasp. Their first kiss was chaste, a mere brush of lips, though when Rikichi pulled away and caught sight of her lipstick slightly smeared, eyes blown and dazed, he couldn’t hold back. The second kiss became their third, then fourth, and soon more tongue than lips. Rikichi fought to lead, to have her passive and pliant as he explored her mouth, but she was a stubborn thing, only tamed with a good pull of her hair.
The loud resulting moan surprised them both, a brief return to the present as they both simply stared at each other. Hanko cleared her throat, tried to catch her breath, but Rikichi stole it from her with another kiss.
“Rikichi-kun,” Gasping between kisses, and she lightly pushed at his shoulders to allow herself more words. Rikichi let her speak, though he kept his lips on her skin, pecks at her cheek, chin, and neck. “We shouldn’t, you’re hurt–”
“I don’t care,” Rikichi growled against the arch of her throat, kisses and nibbles against her flesh like he was starved. Leaning hard, forward enough to push her onto her back, and he straddled her, injury be damned. She was beautiful. Her hair sprawled underneath, chest heaving as she caught her breath, lips wet and eyes wanting. It wasn’t enough to stare, he needed to taste, and he was back to sampling her skin.
A hard bite on the arch of her neck made her wince, though she didn’t stop him from doing it again, only had a single rule, “Too high– ah, l-lower, please, I don’t want–”
“Anyone to see,” Rikichi finished, following her wishes. It was fine with him. As much as he wanted to mark her for himself, there was some strange glee of being the sole person to know how the lower end of her pale neck was littered in hickeys and love bites. Not just her neck, her shoulder, too, hungrily nipping at new skin as he pushed her kimono down until her chest was bare. Flat, of course, but Hanko covered herself with her arms as if there was something to hide, and Rikichi wrenched her hands up and away, pinning them above her head, though she audibly whined about it. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before, but it was different now. Not just brotherly bathing, but something raw and intimate.
Now that he had a better, more perverted adult look at her chest, he noticed that her nipples were… turned inward. Weren’t they supposed to poke out? Hm.
“Rikichi-kun… Don’t– don’t stare.” Oh. Right. He hadn’t meant to gawk, and it was clear that Hanko spoke out of discomfort rather than embarrassment. He could save this.
“It’s hard not to,” A brush of his thumb against the pinkish bud, drawing a short breath from her. “You’re just so beautiful.”
Hanko blinked at him, then squirmed under the compliment, her flush traveling to her collarbones. Nice work, himself.
More important than giving himself a mental thumbs up was exploring the rest of her body. He abandoned her wrists to lower himself down, face level with her torso. He lapped at her right breast, first, an experimental lick with the flat of his tongue against her nipple to coax it free. Lick after lick until she whined more than moaned, and her hands found themselves in his hair, nails digging into his scalp, and where he expected her to push him away… she held him there, even arching her chest into his mouth. He suckled hard, as if drawing her nipple deeper into his mouth would allow him to drink from her. The left wasn’t left ignored, teased between the pads of his fingers, circles and pinches until it also perked up.
“Ah, mmn, Rikiiichi-kun…” Beautifully husky, needy, all because of him. “It’s… it’s digging into me.”
Her nipple fell out of his mouth with a wet pop, puzzled by what she meant until her thigh rubbed against the bulging tent in his pants. He stifled a moan at the light pressure, so focused on her that he neglected himself. Now that his awareness was brought back to it– it ached, a painful, hot weight, and he couldn’t recall ever being this aroused before, the closest instance being his first erection which… also was Hanko’s fault.
“S-sorry,” and he wanted to hit himself for stuttering. He didn’t need Hanko thinking of him as a child now.
“No, it’s alright… but would you mind sitting up for me?”
All he could think was that he blew it. Rikichi wasn’t… inexperienced, especially in matters like this, but maybe Hanko couldn’t look past the boy she met him as. He lifted himself off of her, and she followed him there, her kimono slipping even further down her body. He committed it to memory– Hanko’s skin tinted red, hardly a patch of her body left unbitten, and even if things ended here, Rikichi had enough jack off material for the rest of his life.
She scooted herself forward, and he leaned in to kiss her again, but her thumbs hooked into the waistband of his pants and pulled and he was not proud of the shriek that echoed throughout the room.
“H-Hanko-san?!”
“Mm?” She tilted her head, hands working his pants down until they pillowed by his feet, and now it was his turn to cover himself, and she giggled. “What was that about being shy?”
He felt his face heat up, and he couldn’t even faux anger at her teasing, because her lopsided, smug grin made his cock twitch against his fundoshi.
Her hand settled on his thigh, tracing circles with her finger. He swallowed, hard, and she stared down at his hands shielding his immodesty before fluttering her eyelashes at him. He knew what she wanted, so… hesitantly, he pulled his hands away. Before he could even think of regretting his decision, Hanko moved to his front, right between his legs, lowering onto her stomach and face so close to his underwear that he felt her breath wash through cloth. She hummed as her hands worked at his fundoshi, easing the ties until it fell past his hips.
The head of his cock nearly butted against her forehead once freed, the long shadow of it obscuring the center of her face. Her eyes crossed to look at it, and she… only stared, blinked at it, long enough that Rikichi felt the need to interrupt.
“...Hanko-san? Is something wrong?”
“Mm, no, it’s just…” She bit her lip. “You’re… big, Rikichi-kun.”
“Ah–” It always sounded fake with other women, the flattery, but Rikichi wanted to believe that it was genuine– with Hanko. After all, the last time they saw each other naked he hadn’t even hit puberty. There was plenty of… growing between then and now. “Well, um… Thank you.”
Hanko didn’t say more, but she didn’t need to, not when her plush lips met the side of his shaft, just budding against it. Barely stimulating, but just the sight was enough for him to groan, to lay a gentle hand in her hair, petting through heavy strands, stroking the scalp. Her lips lowered and lowered, pink smeared behind, kissing at hot, taut flesh as if it was his cheek until she reached his tip. She took a quick breath through her nose before swiping her tongue along the head, as if to taste the pre beading from it, and he gulped, trying to bury the gnawing thought she had plenty, plenty of practice.
It wasn’t long until his wandering mind was stolen from him, lost as her hot, slow tongue coaxed up his shaft. A single lick turned into suckling up and down his length, and she brushed a stray curl behind her ear so that it didn’t get in the way. Eyes laxly closed, mouth soft and warm, wet squishes just loud enough to reach his ears, so devastatingly seductive that Rikichi feared he’d finish far too early if she continued at this pace.
Thankfully, she pulled back, blinking her eyes open, and she winked up at him, the tease, as her lips parted to take him into her mouth, sucking hard on the head before easing further down, barely batting an eye as she swallowed around inch after inch, until her nose met the trimmed patch of hair along his groin– so quick that he hardly had a moment to register it all. The hot rush left him panting, tightening his grip on her hair, bucking into her mouth, and she took it, tongue lavishing the underside until he was squirming.
Any control from before was gone; he was completely at her mercy– her hands caught his hips, forced him still, and he could only watch and feel the slow bob of her head, how she swallowed him to the root when she eased all the way in without a stutter. The rumble in her throat, pretty moans that made his legs shake, and her steady gaze, watching his face twist with each up-and-down, it– it was enough, and he tugged hard on her hair, fucking into her mouth with shallow, twitching thrusts until he finished down her throat.
“Ah– ha…” Warm, limp, satisfied, and… he forgot himself, handling a woman so carelessly. He yanked his hand away, feeling guilty at her furrowed brows, a spill of white dripping down her chin. “Hanko-san, I– I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to– ah…”
She eased herself off once he was soft, her lipstick rubbed off and left as a smeared ring around the base of his cock. Pushing herself up, she hid her mouth behind her sleeve, clearing her throat and audibly swallowing what had to be left in her mouth. Her arm lowered, and the mess around her lips was swiftly cleaned away with her tongue, and it stirred his arousal again. He pushed it aside; it was time that Hanko received some relief, and he knew just what to do. His eyes lowered, and he reached a hand out to her thigh, slid up and under her kimono–
“Rikichi-kun.” Her hand caught his wrist, stopped him from reaching any higher, and her grip was so tight that he winced. She gasped, only then realizing her own strength, and she lightly pushed at his chest instead, looking away, wistfully. “You– don’t have to.”
Clearly something was eating away at her, something he didn’t fully understand, but it would be wrong to end things here. Sex was more than just taking; Rikichi had more than enough to give. He shook his head, tilted down to press a kiss to her knuckles. “I’d like to, Hanko-san.”
She shook her head, reluctance written all over her face, and Rikichi couldn’t quite place why. Something to do with touch, the kimono needed to stay on… There was a way around this. It wasn’t according to plan, but he was used to thinking outside of the box. “...Do you trust me?”
Hanko looked his way then, eyes wide, and she paused, chewing at her bottom lip. It was unfair on his part, using a question that she couldn’t refuse, but the slow nod was worth it. “...Mm.”
Rikichi smiled, having gotten his way, and he scooted back, patting his lap. Hesitant, yet she still crawled onto his lap, albeit shyly, and his arms wrapped around her waist to keep her steady. She rested her hands on his shoulders, rocking into his thighs until she found herself a comfortable seat. One of his hands moved to the small of her back, fingers reaching down under to catch the edge of her kimono.
She instantly froze, and her fingers dug into his muscles, hard enough for her nails threatening to break skin. “Rikichi-kun.” A warning.
“I won’t take it off.” He caught the end between his fingers, pulled up until the fabric was over the curve of her ass. Careful and slow as he pulled aside her fundoshi, pausing for an objection that never came. “Just this is enough.”
He grunted as he lifted her up, a few centimeters above to shift her higher onto his lap, lay his cock behind her, cushioned by soft cheeks. Hanko squeaked, peering over her shoulder to see what he had done only to force her head forward, avoiding his gaze.
“Ah–” Hanko shifted in her embarrassment, and it only pushed his cock closer, nuzzled deeper into the tight heat of her ass. “...Again? You…” She cleared her throat, and one of her hands circled to stroke his nape, leaning close enough for her breath to ghost his ear. “You boys have so much energy.”
Back into character, and if Rikichi wasn’t painfully hard already, the blood would’ve rushed straight to his cock. “It wouldn’t be right of me to leave a lady displeased.”
“Such a gentleman,” she cooed, a kiss to his temple. “Go on. I’m waiting.”
No need to tell him twice, and Rikichi latched onto her neck, lips and tongue and teeth, as his hips slowly moved, cock slick enough with her spit to make the push and pulls smooth. As tempting as it was to angle himself, prop the tip against the hole that teased his length on every thrust, fuck her like a man should, he refrained. This was for her, and he already pushed her as far as her comfort would allow. Still, it was clear that she was enjoying herself, with how she rubbed back, egging him on to meet her quicker pace. While he couldn’t see it, he felt the bump against his stomach, watched her grind herself against the hard wall of his abs, and she wore pleasure like it was made for her.
It felt juvenile, fucking in the dark of the school’s infirmary like they were desperate, hormonal kids, and Rikichi could imagine a different life for them– teacher and student, secret, forbidden, but nothing could come close to reality, how Doi fell into his life, stole his heart and never gave it back, bond thicker than blood, a brother, but not now; now she was–
“Oh– onee-san–” It fell so easy from his lips, raw and thoughtless, and he would’ve wished for himself to drop dead if it wasn’t for the way Hanko clung to him, keening loud enough for him to fear they’d alert someone, trembling against him. His front was noticeably wetter, sticky, glued to the crotch of her kimono. It wasn’t difficult to connect the dots, even more with how Hanko refused to lift her head up. His hips came to a slow stop, and he held back the knowing chuckle threatening to push past his lips.
He already knew, but, “...Did you–”
“I don’t want to hear another word from you,” spoken so fast it might as well have been a single word.
That was confirmation enough, and he grinned, soothingly petting through her hair. She huffed, and for once he felt like he had the upper hand. He would’ve been content to end things there, but Hanko’s insistence, hard grinding against his cock, convinced him otherwise. Rikichi quickly found his rhythm again, hips thumping hard against her rear, and her body bounced in time.
He wanted to see, so he pried himself off her collarbone and leaned back to bask in her beauty, watching her hair frame her in curly, sweaty waves, trails of loving, lip-shaped bruises painting her chest, face slack and flushed in ecstasy, and– he miscalculated his balance, fell straight onto his back under her weight and took her down with him.
The back of his head clunked against the floor, and he’d be feeling that bruise in the morning. Instinctively closing his eyes at the pain, and when he opened them, there she was, nose to nose with him, and the pounding in his skull was no help with the brain-to-mouth filter, and all he could think to say was, “...Hi.”
She blinked, and then she laughed, full body, unrestrained and loud, and he felt her joy, how the air left her lungs and her stomach twitched as she giggled at him, so cute that he couldn’t care about looking like a fool.
“Eheh… hi,” she repeated, so pleased with herself, and Rikichi couldn’t stand it. He curved his head, closed the gap between them, and her soft giggles melted into his mouth, filled with softer moans, instead.
His tongue rolled into hers, and he sought refuge between her thighs, pushing through the gap with a huff. Hanko was quick to snap her legs together, create a pillowy hole for him to fuck into, and he took it, arms tight around her midriff to keep her right where he wanted her. A mess of sweat and pre, smacking of skin, spit and moans down his throat, he was–
“Fuck, I love you, ah–” as he spilled onto her round thighs, streaks of white on creamy skin, afterglow so comforting that he almost missed his slip up.
Almost.
Rikichi’s eyes shot open, and his stomach fell at Hanko’s wide eyes, her deep frown, her pulling away, and he needed to fix this.
“Wait, stay.” Definitely not fixing, but what else could he say? It was his whim that got them here, couldn’t she indulge his selfishness a little longer?
“Rikichi-kun, I… I can’t.” Her voice lowered, and the guilt wavering on it was unmistakably Doi’s. He pushed himself off and up onto his feet, adjusting his fundoshi, brushing down his kosode, already walking away, and Rikichi prayed that the grimace on his face was from the mess and not– everything.
“Please–” Rikichi winced as he tried to follow, leg giving out before he could try to stop him.
“Enough. You need to rest.” Scolded like a child, carried back to bed like one, too, tucked in tight and with no room to argue. “I hope you recover soon, Rikichi-kun.”
And he was leaving, just like that. Without a kiss, a touch, acknowledgment, as if it never happened. He should’ve expected this, but it hurt, still. Rikichi watched his kimono sway, his tall frame shrink as he hurried out– ashamed, disgusted, regretful? He didn’t want to know.
Just as Doi pushed the shoji aside, nearly through the sliver, he paused, one last look behind him.
“...See you again, Rikichi-kun,” she uttered, so quiet he barely heard it, and then she was gone, and Rikichi was left to play the words in his mind over and over again.
The infirmary felt cold without a body against his, and while Rikichi wanted nothing more than to cradle her– him, it didn’t matter– the promise of meeting again was comforting, eased away some of the painful yearning, enough for him to sleep with the rest of it weighing on his heart, heavier than the dull ache of his injury.