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Hitoshi wasted no time in heading for the bedroom, casting a hungry glance behind him to Shouta. “Don’t keep me waiting, Daddy~”

“Don’t be sorry, Kitten. Daddy doesn’t mind reminding you of your place. Now get up, I think we’re ready to actually take this to the bedroom.” Shouta urged, patting the boy on the ass and watching him shimmy off his legs.

give the same?” “Mmmmm, fair enough… I’m sorry i’m in such a bratty mood, Daddy. I’m not _trying_ to be a pain.” Hitoshi seemed to deflate a little bit, reconsidering his own behavior as Shouta lavished him with affection and attention like he wanted.

“Oh, my apologies, Kitten. I didn’t realize that you were already that needy.” Shouta cooed, leaning in and kissing his neck and jaw. “It just so happens that I know that you know that I like being called a certain name in bed too. Why would i give you what you want if you don’t

“I don’t like being called my name in bed and you know that, _sensei_.” Hitoshi quipped, despite feeling his head get light as the light pain coursed through his body.

Shouta was quiet for a few moments, a little smirk gracing his lips as he looked up at Hitoshi and gripped his hips harder, digging his thumbs into the boy’s hip bone. “Better. I can work with that. See, was that so hard? You listen to me and you get what you want, Hitoshi.”

“FINE!” The boy threw his hands up and contemplated, only getting a little distracted as Shouta’s hands slid up his thighs and to his sides. “Mmmmh… what about ‘red’ like the stop light stuff you taught me? We can use that system.”

“Hm. Fine,” Hitoshi jutted his lip out and turned away in a pout, “pineapple.” “Better but are you sure you’ll remember that in the moment?” “I’d remember ‘Apple’.” “Hitoshi.”

“Hitoshi, we’re not starting until we have a real safeword picked out. You asked me to be mean to you, so we’re doing it right,” Shouta spoke firmly, using a bit of his teacher voice to make the other’s spine go straight.

Hitoshi and Shouta had been bickering in the living room, surrounded by the minimalist design of Shouta Aizawa. There was a TV, a Kotatsu, a couch, some side tables, a lamp, and not much else. They didn’t need much, didn’t spend much time there anyway.

“I know you are, but would I be me if I just let it happen?” Hitoshi snickered and stood from the couch to climb into Shouta’s lap.

sighed. “Look, I’m just trying to use best practices okay?” Shouta couldn’t hide the exasperation in his voice. The man was horny and wanted to get to things, but his youthful brat of a sub wanted to be the brattiest he could be.

Shouta explained, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Plus, they’re Eri’s favorite and i’m not interested in thinking of her while taking care of you.” “Awww Sensei can’t separate things? I’ll have to remember that,” Hitoshi teased and watched as Shouta sputtered in offense and

“Well, I think that ‘apple’ is a good choice.” Hitoshi said with a firmness that only the bratty side of him could muster. “It’s much too common of a word, Hitoshi. You need to pick a word that wouldn’t come up in the moment,”