Don't You Think It's Too Late For That? (Saizo/Takumi)
Saizo wondered if he made the right choice, diving into a relationship after he made himself the promise not to get involved with anyone for the sake of his duties. Not that the relationship itself was the worst part of the matter, no, but–
Oh, goddamn. It was hard to think with Takumi nibbling on his neck like that, with those fast, anxious hands caressing and grabbing everywhere they could reach.
In retrospective, Saizo didn't remember nor did he know how he let things get this far. For a retainer, to establish a relationship with his master was wrong, no servant would ever dream of being this close to their Lord. Alright, admittedly some did, but it remained that, a mere dream. Deep withing him, he knew he should've stopped this, he should've refused Takumi's gifts when they started to become frequent, shot his attempts at flirting down when they went from subtle to evident (even if he was adorable when he overdid it and could make him blush under his mask every other time). Saizo wasn't a weak man by any means –at least he kept telling himself–, nor was he that desperate for attention. Then, how?
Trembling lips and hot breath bring him back to reality. Honestly, he never imagined Takumi would be like this in bed. Why would he ever try to imagine how he was like this? The Prince traces the scar on his face with his tongue before looking for his lips again, biting, licking, and Saizo can do nothing but get lost in the sensations and the pleasure before pushing Takumi on his back in the futon.
Not that they didn't have any kind of contact prior to this. Takumi always seemed to enjoy watching him train, talking with him, not caring about the fact he wasn't as talkative as Oboro or Hinata. Takumi once told him that he liked that of him and that he shouldn't doubt to tell the Prince to stop, not that Saizo would. Takumi always had something interesting to say. The only thing that sometimes got tiring was listening to him berate himself. For that, with all due respect, Saizo had more than a few words to tell for once. That earned him a few days of silence; then a timid thank you and a few caramels. Yes, that didn't go very well either. Funny to think where they are now. They shouldn't be here now.
Whimpers and desperate calls of his name make it even harder to focus as he prepares Takumi for what follows. Saizo plays with the Prince's long, silver hair and kisses his cheeks and his lips as he goes inside him, slowly. How he wished he could mark the other's neck. Unfortunately, that was out of the question, even if the royal uniform covered the area perfectly, they couldn't risk their chances.
So, Saizo could've accidentally enamored Takumi during their many chats. Maybe Takumi had a crush for years without him noticing. But at which point, exactly, did he fell in love? When did it become like this? When did he let it become like this? For a while, after Saizo caught up, he just entertained Takumi. Somehow it ended with him laying down on his back in some room at Izumo's castle with the Prince straddling his lap, whispering how he wanted to learn how to be a good lover for him.
That memory does nothing to help him keep his composure as he thrust into the heat surrounding him, faster, harder, and he's close, so close. The image of the mess that is Takumi under him doesn't help it, either; a mess of hair and marks and sweat, face contorted in pleasure, trying and failing to contain moans and screams. Takumi comes first, taking Saizo over the edge almost immediately after him. Much as they wished, they couldn't stay together for too long after, gathering themselves as quickly as possible and cleaning everything before Saizo had to go. Thank the gods he was the best ninja around. The only other people capable of catching him sneaking around the castle were Kaze and Kagero, and they haven't thus far.
A quick exchange or words, a few more kisses, and the ninja was gone.
Saizo knew he should regret this he had with Takumi, but since he has allowed to grow it this much, wasn't it too late for regrets? Why was he even doubting now? Not that there wasn't always an idle concern lounging in the back of his mind. He could endure any kind of punishment that could befall him. But it was for Takumi that he worried about, there would be consequences for him too.
Either way, his consciousness biting on him would have to wait for a better time, he had a mission near the borders of Nohr due in a few hours. That was for Takumi, too; he couldn't be anything but his best.