maybe one day he’ll crack the door to your room and do what he does best; anything to help a guest of the estate.
maybe…

how many times do you think he’s had to turn a blind eye? how many has he stayed and watched? keeping his breath so shallow and avoiding all of the loose, creaky floorboards he’s memorized (he’s been meaning to fix them) so that he won’t be heard?

the guest of the kamisato estate, once again spread out on the futon, robe splayed open and hands nestled between, busied with pleasuring yourself before one of the siblings calls upon you again. fast movements, quick, desperate, and the breath is sucked from thomas lungs as he watches it all unfold

he knows what to expect, especially from those noises he’s found himself more and more acquainted with recently. but the sight still steals his breath each time.

for a fleeting moment his eyes flicker to the heavy door of a guest room, still propped open as it always is this time of year to keep a cool breeze blowing through in the summer heat.

once more the soft sounds echo through the hall, nagging his attention from the house work he’s currently trying (and failing) to focus on.

he catches glimpses of what he isn’t supposed to. hears sighs through cracked doors to rooms whose occupant thought they were the only soul in this one of many sprawling wings of the house.
thoma won’t talk of it, but it happens so much more than you’d think.

would complain if you tapped out too soon, whining about how he wants to stay down there longer, even if his cock looks so strained against his pants…
sigh

breathing so heavy as you straddle his chest, so shyly setting your legs around his head before he wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you down into his waiting mouth.

he’d have a hand between your legs when he asks, gets high off the feeling of you twitching down there at the thought of getting off on his tongue.
just like, insta hard-on when you agree.

itto is very open about what he loves; his gang, beetle fighting, sweets he’s earned, winning. but his favorite sensation of your thighs trembling and clamping down around his head as he works his tongue is a pleasure he will keep close to his chest.