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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      モブサイコ100_|_Mob_Psycho_100
  Relationship:
      Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo/Reigen_Arataka
  Character:
      Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo, Reigen_Arataka
  Additional Tags:
      Alcohol, Self_victim-blaming, Porn, Doesn't_realize_it's_nonconsensual,
      Thinks_they_can't_say_no, Loss_of_Virginity, Teacher-Student
      Relationship, Unhappy_Ending
  Collections:
      Nonconathon_2017
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-16 Words: 6154
****** Hot Springs ******
by kutsushita
Summary
     Mob has been trying to get up the guts to convey his true feelings to
     Reigen. An exorcism job at a hot springs inn and a stolen bottle of
     sake provide the perfect opportunity. He knows he should feel happy
     when Reigen returns his feelings but somehow it's more than he ever
     bargained for.
Notes
     Thank you to the several good friends who helped with brainstorming
     and editing.
"Ehhh?! What do you mean, you're not going to pay?!"
The stout inn owner set his jaw, crossed his arms over his sturdy chest.
"You're a phony! I'm not going to pay for that."
It had been a long day's work. Reigen had told Mob he wouldn't normally have
brought the two of them all the way out to this rural area but the client had
insisted on them coming, promising free room and board at his hot springs inn
in addition to the usual fee. It was an overnight trip. Reigen had been a
little bit excited about it, before they got here.
"Phony? You just saw the spirit with your own two eyes!"
"I don't know for sure what I saw. But besides, you didn't do anything at all.
You just made that kid wave his hands in the air or something."
Mob stood silent, watching it all unfold. He wasn't that surprised. The client
had been ornery with them from the start, following them the entire time they
investigated the area, complaining to Reigen about his methods loudly and
frequently. And moistly, standing too close and spraying them with spit as he
talked. Mob had retained his calm, but he could tell Reigen had been getting
steadily more worked out throughout the day, although he had kept his cool,
wiping the spit from his face casually with a handkerchief.
He seemed to finally be losing that composure now.
"Excuse me? Mob is my assistant, and he—"
"Well I didn't pay for your assistant, did I? Your website said you were the
greatest psychic of the 21st century. But!" The man advanced on Reigen, jabbing
a finger into his chest. "Then I found a bunch of news reports and they all
said you were a fraud!"
Flecks of spittle flew once again from the innkeep's mouth onto Reigen's face.
It was slight, but Mob noticed his master's left eye was beginning to twitch.
Ah, this was Master's sore point.
"Th-those reports were all part of an effort to besmirch my reputation by one
of my rivals!" Reigen gestured wildly in the air to underscore his point. "My
name was cleared! Didn't you see the streaming video of my news conference?"
The man was not swayed, and instead lightly sneered at them. "News conference?
What's that?"
It was clear the man was lying, and Mob knew that Reigen could recognize that
too. But it was equally clear he would never be convinced to pay them. He had
probably intended from the beginning to refuse payment after getting the
service he wanted.
"Fine. Fine." Reigen's voice grew a bit weary as he finally capitulated. Mob
knew that his master never lost an argument, but it was growing extremely late
and they were both tired after chasing the spirit around the hot springs and
inn. Reigen put his best conciliatory smile on his face. "Well, you agreed to
put us up for the night as part of our payment, so I'll cut you a deal this
time and we'll just accept that instead of the rest of the fee."
"Of course, you're welcome to stay here, but," the innkeep's face shifted
slightly into a hint of a triumphant smirk, "you're going to have to pay like
everyone else."
Ah, thought Mob, recognizing the exact moment his master finally broke. His
face lost all hint of pleasantries and he marched over and grabbed Mob by the
arm.
"This is ridiculous," hissed Reigen. "Come on, Mob. We'll find somewhere else
to stay the night."
Unfortunately, after wandering around town for an hour carrying their overnight
bags, they confirmed that this inn was the only one in the area. Reigen even
dragged him back to the bus stop, but as expected there were no busses in
service until the next morning.
"Well, we'll just camp out here," Reigen said, stubbornly plunking himself down
on the ground next to the sign.
Mob stood there holding his bag, saying nothing, and after a minute of sitting
on the ground Reigen abruptly shot to his feet again. "Alright already! You're
right! Fine!"
In the end, they returned back to the inn.
The owner's smirk was wide and satisfied as he took their money. Reigen
grumbled to himself all the way to their room. "That jerk! I don't even feel
like soaking in the hot springs now!"
Mob, tired from the full day of work and now all that walking around town,
wouldn't have minded a little soak, but he had already been nervous about
coming on this trip with Reigen, so to be honest it was a bit of a relief. It's
not like the two of them hadn't gone on trips for jobs before. But to spend the
night together sharing a room at a remote hot springs resort... Mob had started
to think that maybe it meant something. Maybe it meant that he should finally
say something about, well. His feelings.
Of course, after all his pre-trip nerves and trying to work up his courage in
preparation, the job had gone about as horribly as possible, so any potential
mood was completely ruined now. And they wouldn't even soak in the hot springs
together, so Mob didn't have to get anxious about that either.
"I changed my mind!" Reigen exclaimed, standing up from the tatami, clenching
his fists, a slightly frenzied gleam in his eye. "Mob! We came all this way and
did all that work and got cheated, but it would be a shame not to enjoy
ourselves! Come on!"
Mob felt a cold sweat spreading over his body. "Um. That's okay, Master. I'm
tired so I think I'll just sleep after all..."
"Nonsense, Mob!" Reigen slung an arm around his shoulders and squeezed them
hard. "We're at a hot springs inn, so it would be criminal not to use the hot
springs! Almost as criminal as hiring someone to do a job and refusing to pay
them!"
So Mob allowed himself to be dragged along by Reigen after all. It's not that
he minded the proximity as Reigen led him across the inn, arm still hooked
around his body. Or rather, he was bothered by it, but it was a good feeling
too. He had only realized Reigen was making him feel like this a few months
ago. It had probably started earlier than that, but it took him a long time to
identify the weird butterflies he had started getting when his master smiled at
him lately, when he praised him or reached out to pat him on the back. He had
thought about it for weeks, turning it over in his mind, and finally one night
he had been about to drift off to sleep when the sudden realization had thrust
him into full wakefulness. It was the same feeling he used to get when he
looked at Tsubomi.
Oh.
Since then, Mob had been trying to decide what to do. He realized he really
wanted to confess. But how? The thought had filled him with dread. Most of all,
he was certain that no matter how he conveyed his feelings, Reigen would just
end up rejecting him. He always seemed to be fond of Mob, but even if the
possibility existed that he might return his feelings, wouldn't he reject him
anyway because of his age? The more Mob thought about it, the more he was
certain that was true. Even if Master did like him, he would never date Mob
while he was still underage. He would think it was wrong. Maybe he would say
that Mob didn't really know what he was feeling. Or that it would go away with
time.
But Mob knew. And he tried to ignore it for a while, but it hadn't gone anyway.
If anything, his feelings had only grown stronger. He wanted... Sometimes when
he was around Reigen these days, when they were especially close, he even
thought about doing things. Even... even so far as kissing.
And well, maybe he never really thought about what might happen beyond that.
But the most he had ever thought about doing with Tsubomi was holding hands, so
kissing was a rather big and embarrassing progression.
Though not as embarrassing as being naked in a hot springs with his master.
Mob's body felt hot all over even before he got into the water. He kept his
eyes determinedly on a wooden beam at the end of the building, though he
couldn't block out the noise as Reigen's body slid into the water beside him.
"Ahh," Reigen sighed. "Well. At least this feels good." Mob felt the water
moving around him as Reigen settled in, but did not look to the side. "How
about you, Mob?"
"Uh. I'm fine."
Mob nearly jumped as Reigen's hand slid up over his bare shoulder. "Wow, Mob!
You're all red. Didn't you just get into the water right before me?" He could
hear the worry in his master's voice. "Maybe you should get out and go back to
the room after all."
"O-okay, Master." Mob now faced the awkward predicament of getting out of the
water and putting his towel back on without Reigen noticing what was happening
below his waist. He himself felt dizzy and overwhelmed by it. He might as well
have been affected by the hot water after all. He had never really gotten hard
like this before. He knew about erections in theory, but with his feelings as
suppressed as they usually were, it had just never happened to him before.
Maybe it would go down on its own, he thought to himself after he had dried
himself off, put on his pajamas and settled himself on his futon in the room.
And it seemed to. Mob felt relief wash over him. Maybe it had been too much
after all, to think he should try to confess to Reigen on this trip. He had
reacted so much to just being next to him in the bath for a few moments...
Maybe he wasn't ready.
"Mob!" exclaimed Reigen loudly, throwing open the sliding door to their room.
He was wearing a loose inn robe after returning from the bath. "Wake up! We're
going to celebrate."
Mob sat up, blinking back into wakefulness. "Master?"
Reigen was grinning wickedly, sliding the door shut more quietly than his
entrance. He lifted his arm and waved a half-empty bottle of sake in the air.
In the other hand he clenched two ceramic cups. "I liberated something for us
to drink. Here, sit up and have a little with me."
Mob frowned. "Master, did you steal that?"
Waving the hand clutching the cups dismissively, Reigen plopped down next to
him. "It's not stealing, Mob. We were supposed to be paid for this job, right?
I'm just taking a little something in lieu of payment, along with our promised
free stay here."
"But didn't he say he wasn't letting us stay for free?" Mob asked.
"Well, he should have thought of that and charged us up-front, then," Reigen
said, grinning before downing an entire cup of sake. "Turnabout is fair play."
Then he muttered, “Actually, I should have charged him in advance myself.”
Mob supposed that was true. But more to the point, Reigen was sitting very
close to him, leaning in toward him slightly, and Mob could feel the edge of
Reigen's foot touching his thigh. Butterflies started creeping into his stomach
again, as Reigen poured and drank another cup of the sake.
Really, he was drinking way too fast, and Mob knew his master was a
lightweight. Plus he had already smelled like alcohol when he walked into the
room and the bottle was already half-empty. He must have started drinking a
little while before coming back. If he drank that entire bottle of sake on his
own he might actually get sick.
"Here, Mob," Reigen said, his hand weaving in the air between them, holding the
second cup, which he had filled as well. A little alcohol sloshed over the side
from his already unsteady grip. "Why don't you have some too? You did a good
job today, even if the client didn't appreciate it."
Mob used his powers to catch the sake that had spilled, returning it to the cup
and taking it carefully out of Reigen's grip. "Master, don't you think you've
had too much to drink?"
Reigen waved his other hand in the air, splashing his own remaining sake on the
tatami in the process. "Nonsense, Mob. We're just getting started. Now then, go
ahead. Have you ever tried alcohol before?"
"No." Mob looked into the clear liquid before him, reflecting the dim light
from the room. He didn't really want to drink it. It was dangerous enough,
having Reigen so close while he was like this, while the two of them were alone
in this room.
Reigen shrugged, pouring himself another cup. "Well, that's all right. If you
don't want to try any, you don't have to. After all, you are still just a
child."
Mob felt his brows tighten a little. He hesitated a moment, and then in one
motion lifted the glass and dumped its contents down his throat. His throat
burned as it went down, a feeling he was totally unused to, and he bent over
coughing.
"Whoa whoa whoa there, Mob." Reigen laughed, leaning over and clapping him on
the back. "Easy! You shouldn't drink it all at once like that. Take it slow.
Are you okay?"
"I'm fine..." Mob forced out, belied by immediately doubling over in another
coughing fit.
Reigen rubbed small circles on Mob's back as he overcame the coughing, and as
Mob regained his ability to breathe normally, Reigen's hand stayed there, warm
through the material of Mob's pajama shirt. The warmth of the alcohol felt like
it was spreading throughout Mob's whole body. Or maybe it was from his short
bath earlier. Or maybe just Reigen sitting next to him. Touching him.
Mob poured himself another cup of alcohol. Reigen wasn't really paying close
attention, already drunk and sipping from his own cup. The burning sensation
wasn't as strong this time, and more of that low comfortable heat seemed to
spread throughout his body. Really, the whole sensation was pleasant. Master's
arm draped casually around his back, the slight press of his body against Mob's
side. The dizzy feeling in his head, akin to what he had felt for a second in
the bath when Reigen had touched his naked shoulder. It felt like he could
express himself more easily than he usually did. Like somehow, the feelings
inside him weren't as far below the surface, weren't quite as locked up.
Reigen had been rambling, and now leaned in close toward his student. "And...
And you know... I'm really glad I met you, Mob." He threw his arm fully around
Mob's shoulders, his face open and soppy with a wide smile, eyes a little
watery. Or maybe Mob's eyes were the watery ones, he thought, blinking rapidly.
The feeling of heat intensified, accompanied by something itchy. Reigen was so
close, and warm, and touching him. Of course, Master touched him casually all
the time. But this... And his face so close to Mob's... Mob felt sudden courage
flare up inside him, given freer rein than usual in the soothing glow of the
sake.
Reigen let out a startled "Mmmf!" as Mob launched himself forward and pressed
his lips to his master's. Though he didn't know anything at all about kissing,
Mob squeezed his eyes closed tightly and tried to somehow pour all his feelings
for Reigen into him through the point where their mouths touched. He clenched
his hands in the front of Reigen's robe, afraid to move or open his eyes, just
pressing forward firmly, a steady trickle of fear building in his mind as
Reigen's body and mouth sat unmoving against his own.
And then, just as the blockades were about to snap back into place in Mob's
mind, Reigen began to move.
Slowly at first, he returned some of the pressure of Mob's lips with his own,
bringing a hand up to gingerly brush his fingers across the side of Mob's face.
Mob's heart, which had been lodged in his throat waiting for Reigen's reaction,
began pounding uncontrollably in his chest. His body relaxed slightly and he
melted forward against his master's body as Reigen began kissing him back
properly, their mouths sliding softly against each other. Then Mob felt
something wet pressing against his lips and parted them as Reigen licked inside
him. The intensity of the feeling threatened to overwhelm him.
Master was kissing him. Kissing him back. Not only kissing, but putting his
tongue in Mob's mouth, licking Mob's tongue with his own, cupping Mob's face
more firmly now and rubbing lightly at Mob's torso above his hip with his other
hand. Mob tentatively began licking Reigen back with his own tongue. When they
broke apart, strands of spit hung and broke in the space between them. Reigen's
eyes were darker than a few minutes ago, and he was breathing hard. He still
looked drunk, drunker than before, even, but he was staring at Mob with an
intent kind of focus despite that.
"Mob, " Reigen spoke, so close that Mob could feel his lips moving on his own
mouth. "I never thought you… I never thought we would actually…" He smiled, and
dipped in again.
Too many emotions were flowing through Mob at once, not something he was used
to or had any frame of reference for dealing with. He was excited and happy and
embarrassed and nervous. Most of all he felt overwhelmed, the open-mouthed
sloppy kissing so much more than he had known about or expected, each brush of
Reigen's lips and tongue and hands sending jolts through his body that seemed
to go directly to his dick. He was much harder than he had briefly been after
the incident in the bath before. Of course, he knew about sex, but despite
having had crushes on both Tsubomi and Reigen, he had never really experienced
an intense sexual feeling like this. He had heard Ritsu do that through the
wall that separated their rooms, heard other kids at school talk about doing
it, but he had never touched himself in that way. Never felt the need to, with
his constant dulled emotional state. The feeling now was almost too much. It
was hard and pressing painfully tight against the constraints of his pants and
underwear. The intensity of this unexpected feeling suddenly scared him, and
Mob felt something cold growing inside him.
Reigen began kissing down Mob's cheek, his neck, sucking and biting the skin.
He moved both his hands down to hold the sides of Mob's torso, gripping at his
waist and rubbing up and down. Mob's shirt began rucking up with this action,
and on his next rubbing motion Reigen slid his hands up underneath Mob's shirt.
Mob's head was spinning. The coldness inside him was growing into a hard pit in
his stomach. Things were moving too fast. His skin felt hot and itchy where
Reigen touched him. He was breathing hard. He didn't know what to do with his
own hands and felt them clenching into fists at his side.
Reigen lifted his head again from kissing his student's neck. "Mob," he moaned
against his cheek, the name slurred so it sounded almost like an unintelligible
moan. He pressed another wet kiss over the corner of Mob's mouth. Mob's stomach
clenched and roiled inside him. Why was he feeling like this? It was everything
he wanted, Reigen saying his name like that, looking at him and touching him
back like this. Treating him like an equal instead of a kid. He tried to calm
himself down again. Reigen brushed their lips together, and Mob arched his head
into it, focusing on the feel of his master's mouth. It felt like he was
beginning to regain his center.
And then one of Reigen's hands slid down the side of his hip and onto his
thigh, pressing in toward his groin.
Mob jumped.
"Shhh," Reigen slurred, "'S okay. Gotchuu." He shifted his hand over a little
more and rubbed a bit roughly at the crotch of Mob's pants. Mob squeezed his
eyes closed as his breath caught in his throat. His mind was a tangled mess of
emotions. It felt like it did when he was about to explode except this time no
one emotion came to the forefront, and his powers were somehow absent. Instead
it was just a maelstrom of confusion and helplessness.
"Master..." He heard himself say, without realizing he had moved his mouth.
"Master, I... I'm not..."
"'Sss okay, mmmbb," said Reigen, kissing him. "I know, it’s okay. " Mob's
entire body was shaking. He tried to focus on the kiss again, but even that no
longer felt as good as it had. He had been enjoying this just moments before.
Everything was okay. Reigen had just said so, and it had to be. He loved
Reigen, and these were things people who loved each other did together. He
wanted Reigen to see him as an adult, as a real romantic interest, and now he
was. This was exactly what he had wanted.
He tried to focus on the wetness of Reigen's tongue sliding against his own.
Told himself he could ignore his aching cock, Reigen's hand against him,
slipping under the hem of his pajama pants
Reigen pressed sloppy kisses against the side of Mob's mouth. "S'good, Mob.
G'nna make you feel gooood. Mmm..."
Reigen's hand wrapped around his dick and Mob gasped. Master was right, it felt
good. Of course it did. He would never lie to Mob. Would never hurt him. The
storm inside his head was roiling out of control. It... It was too much. He
wasn't ready for this, but... but... He had started it, he kissed Master, had
even taken advantage of his drunkenness. He... He wasn't allowed to tell him to
stop now, was he? Would telling him to stop now ruin things forever? After he
had been in love with him so long, when he had been the one to start this.
Reigen was just returning his feelings, which is what he had wanted in the
first place. It had to be okay.
It slipped out anyway, a quiet, almost whispered "S-stop..." but by then
Reigen's face was in his lap, his lips encircling Mob's cock, and he didn't
seem to hear his student's voice. Mob dug his dull fingernails into his palms
within his clenched fists and closed his eyes, tried to close out everything.
But he couldn't block out the sensation of Master's lips, Master's tongue, the
warm inside of Master's mouth enveloping him. The emotional blockades that were
normally so constant in his mind wouldn't return, and the feelings just kept
coming through, the slick hotness of his master's mouth bobbing up and down
around him, the moaning sounds he was making that also sent a feeling of
vibration through Mob's dick, the arousal, physically pleasurable but at the
same time intensely painful, that seemed to grow more and more intense. Mob
couldn't hold back the cries that forced their way out of his throat. He felt
his strength leaving him and his body falling backward into a leaning position
as he grasped aimlessly at the tatami mats around him, finding no purchase.
And then, it ended. He moaned louder than before as his body seized, his hips
pumping up helplessly, shooting down Reigen's throat as his master patiently
sucked him through it. Along with his ejaculate, it felt like everything else
exited Mob's body at once: his remaining strength, his inebriation, the
maelstrom in his mind. He was left feeling almost blank, except for a deep
physical exhaustion. His body heaved with heavy pants as it dropped the rest of
the way backwards, leaving him lying on the floor. It was a little like the
exhaustion he felt after a day of hard work with the body improvement club, but
even on the days he passed out, there was always an after-effect of
accomplishment, of feeling good he had pushed his body so far, that he'd worked
toward his goals and been able to achieve more than he'd been able to before.
Now, he just felt tired, along with a sense of relief that it was finally over.
As he lay there, he gradually realized that Reigen was not touching him
anymore. He summoned what little of his strength he could find, rolling over to
the side, and saw Reigen across the room on hands and knees, digging through
the overnight bag he had brought with him.
"Gottit!" Reigen finally exclaimed. Then he turned around and began crawling
across the floor back toward Mob, holding something in his hand.
Mob felt his heart skip a beat. Wasn't it over? What was Master bringing with
him?
Reigen crawled over him, smiling down at him. "Mmm, Mob," he said, leaning down
to kiss him.
Mob didn't have anything left to fight, but nor was he able to find the feeling
of pleasure he had had from kissing Reigen before. So he just lay there limply
and allowed Reigen to invade his open mouth without returning the kiss. Reigen
didn't seem to notice.
Then Reigen stopped kissing him, and was mumbling something to himself,
fumbling with the object he had brought with him from his bag. Mob tried to
focus on it and noticed with confusion that it was one of Master's bottles of
massage oil, which he had brought with him on the job in case it turned out it
wasn't a real haunting.
Something seemed to occur to Reigen and he stopped fumbling with the bottle,
pushing at Mob's side. Mob, bemused, allowed himself to be rolled over onto his
stomach. It felt a little uncomfortable, his flaccid penis still hanging out of
his pajama pants, now pressing against the a bare tatami mat.
Mob blinked down at the floor. His stomach was starting to feel cold again and
he managed to find his voice. "Master?"
Reigen said nothing, but Mob felt his hands slide up the outsides of Mob's
thighs, and then over his ass. Mob began to tremble. Then he felt the hem of
his pajama bottoms dragged across his skin as they were pulled down, and his
panic grew.
"Master? What are you doing?!"
Reigen didn't answer him. His hands brushed along Mob's sides and back, under
his pajama top, against the bare skin. His shivering intensified. And then, he
felt hairy legs pressing alongside his thighs. And a weight sinking down on top
of him.
Mob gasped. As weak as he felt, he lifted himself up on his elbows, craned his
neck around to look. Reigen had removed his robe and sat naked on top of him.
Mob could feel what he knew must be Reigen's dick prodding against the curve of
his ass.
"Master! Please, don't..." he tried saying, but all his protests fell on deaf
ears. Reigen seemed to have had too much to drink far too quickly and was too
far gone to perceive Mob's words, intent on what he was doing, panting heavily
as he worked a slick finger into Mob's ass.
Mob wanted to struggle, but he still had no energy, and still there was that
feeling that he had brought this on himself, wound up with that cold pit in his
gut. Tears began welling up in his eyes as one finger became two, stretching
him out and slicking him up with the massage oil. He told himself that it would
be okay, that like when Reigen put his mouth on him earlier, this would all be
over soon. It was harder to focus on that when he was gasping against the
floor, being shoved forward as Reigen started to thrust into him and steadily
picked up the pace, his body pressed fully against Mob's and holding him down
as he grunted and panted into his ear.
After a bit, in between his more incoherent sounds, Reigen began whispering
things from behind Mob's head, like "Mob," and "You feel so good," and "Ah, I
love you."
Mob had been hurt badly so many times before, but it's not like it made it
easier. And nothing had ever felt quite like this. Despite the lubrication, it
felt like his insides were being torn apart as Reigen fucked into him over and
over again. Tears dampened the tatami mats below him. If he relaxed, maybe it
wouldn't hurt as much. So he tried, and it did get better. At least, it was
less painful, but he still wanted to be anywhere but here, feeling the heat and
weight and sweat of Reigen's chest against his back, the slap of his balls
against Mob's ass as they both cried out with each thrust. He wondered if it
would go on forever.
But the world knew some small mercy, and after an eternity, Reigen's thrusts
became more erratic until he finally shuddered, calling his student's name
before collapsing across his back. Mob lay there, waiting for him to move, but
for several minutes he didn't. His dick was still inside Mob's ass, but it felt
softer now, less of an intrusion. Mob shifted uncomfortably under the weight
and heat of Reigen's body. His movements drew his attention back to that own
part of himself that was also now aching once more, painfully pressing against
the tatami, but he would not touch himself. If he only waited... In the
morning, everything would be okay.
His erection did eventually go down, but Mob wasn't able to get much sleep.
Reigen finally woke up for long enough to pull out of Mob's ass, and he peeled
himself off Mob's back as well, but only to flop down next to him and throw his
arm and leg over Mob before falling asleep again. Mob tried to will himself
into unconsciousness as well, and certainly felt exhausted enough, but right
now there was no place he less wanted to be than wrapped in his master's naked
embrace. But if he moved, disturbed him, he might wake him up, and had no idea
what Master would do then. So Mob just lay there, frozen. He drifted off once
or twice, during the night, but mostly his mind was overrun with anxious
thoughts. What should he do now? What would happen in the morning? Would Master
want to do that again? Mob felt a deep inescapable sense of dread. If Reigen
did try that in the morning, how would he possibly tell him he didn't want to
do it? He had started everything. He had kissed his master while he was drunk,
knowing deep down that if he tried it while he was sober that Reigen would have
never allowed it. He would have said Mob was too young, would have gently
rebuked him, even if it was something he also wanted. Mob knew that. He knew
his master was a good person. But he was the one who had decided that he was
old enough, that he was ready, that he knew better than Reigen. And he had been
wrong, and because of that he had made Reigen hurt him. Wasn't it all his
fault? Master hadn't done anything wrong. He would never have hurt Mob
normally. Would never have done something like this. Mob had done something
terrible to him. If he told Reigen that he hadn't wanted what had happened...
He would be devastated by that.
Mob swallowed. He felt like maybe he was going to cry again, but no tears came.
His emotional equilibrium was returning.
This was his responsibility. He couldn't let it hurt Reigen. Mob shifted as
much as he could in Reigen's embrace, forcing himself not to wince as he
regarded his naked body and sleeping face.
Wasn't there still something to feel happy about? Since he loved Reigen, and
now had those feelings returned? Master's face was so unguarded in sleep,
looking younger and more open than usual. In the past whenever he caught a
glimpse of Reigen making this kind of face, Mob's heart had skipped a beat. It
made him feel fiercely protective, as silly as that might seem given that
Reigen was the mentor in their relationship. He used to think his master was
invulnerable, but had realized over the years that that wasn't true at all. The
time they spent apart when Mob stopped going to work for him for a while had
really opened his eyes to some things. Mob wanted to be there for his master as
much as Reigen had always been there for him. Looking at Reigen's face now, he
tried to find that feeling.
It was still there, deep down. He couldn't really look at Reigen right now and
feel love, feel happiness, want to be close to him. But he could find that
sense of not wanting to hurt him. He clung on to it.
Everything else, he buried.
He had worked so long to overcome that reflex, to stop locking all his feelings
away. All he had wanted was to be like everyone else, to be able to do and
enjoy the things that normal people did, to fit in and have friends and hobbies
and things that gave his life purpose. To have romantic feelings for someone
special and for that person to return those feelings.
Now, having achieved that, it felt somehow like the whole thing had been a
mistake.
In the morning when Reigen stirred into consciousness, Mob was calm. He needed
to be, because Reigen began freaking out a little when he woke up hungover and
naked wrapped around his underage student.
"It's okay," Mob said. He curved his hand around Reigen's ribcage and left it
there. It felt somehow foreign, like it wasn't attached to him.
"Mob," Reigen said, grasping his student's face, gazing searchingly into his
eyes. "Are you sure? I didn't... God, I didn't hurt you, did I?" He was
hyperventilating slightly, his bare shoulders heaving in panic.
Mob tried to force a smile onto his face, but it wouldn't come. But with the
aid of his psychic powers, he was able to make his body do what it physically
couldn't. So he smiled reassuringly, and lied, "You didn't hurt me, Master. I
wanted it. I'm sorry I... I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have forced myself on
you, when you were drunk..."
Reigen looked like Mob had physically struck him, and then he surged forward,
his eyes flashing intensely. "God! God, Mob. It's not your fault. Don't even
think that. I... I always wanted... But I never would have." He searched Mob's
face again. "You're sure? You... You wanted this?"
Mob said the words he had been planning to say for months. "Master, I love you.
I've wanted to tell you for a long time."
And it worked. The stress in Reigen's face cleared, and he finally looked
happy. Joyous, even, like he couldn't quite believe this was real. He shot
forward impulsively, kissing Mob hard on the mouth, and it took Mob off-guard.
It took him a second to regain his composure and remember to kiss Reigen back.
"I..." Reigen was grinning in between peppering Mob's face with kisses. His
breath still stank of alcohol. "I never thought this would really happen. I
told myself I could never tell you how I felt. Or, at least not until you got
older, but I figured you'd have left me by then."
Mob's stomach twisted at how open Reigen's face and words were, not bothering
to hide his vulnerability and insecurity like he normally does. He had to
protect that.
"It's okay, Master. I love you."
"I love you too, Mob," Reigen said. He leaned in to kiss him again, tilting Mob
backward, and Mob landed on his back on the tatami with Reigen on top of him.
Mob wasn't hard, but he could feel Reigen's erection pressing against his
thigh.
"Is this okay?" asked Reigen after they'd been kissing for some time, working
his hand between Mob's legs, dipping his fingers back to circle Mob's hole.
It wasn't. "Yes," said Mob, and Reigen smiled at him, kissed him again, slowly,
his tongue sliding over Mob's lower lip as he pulled it out.
It hurt less the second time. His body was relaxed and all his panic and fear
were safely locked away. He didn't have to fake the physical response, as he
panted and gasped and was overcome by his own orgasm, his legs hooked over
Reigen's shoulders, his master's dick still buried inside him. And it made
Reigen happy.
Mob would have been glad, were that still something he could feel.
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