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your face. It's my decision, not yours."
Tommy hummed a little Puccini as he knelt before Pol. He
couldn't really complain about being neglected, but Rinnie
sure did get more time kneeling in front of their owner. He
tickled Pol's thigh a little.
"Tommy. Stop that. You're meant to be measuring my
inseam."
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"Yes, Dr. Rnne. Sorry, sir. I just like your balls!"
"Focus! You can suck me off when you have everything
written down."
"Yes, sir! Which side does sir dress?"
"Tommy. You know very well after all this time on which
side I place my package. Besides it's right in front of your
nose. You had me stand around all this time in my boxers."
Tommy giggled. "I know. It's my favorite question. I could
always get some tailoring work if I don't get a theatre job."
He neatly wrote down Pol's measurements in his notebook.
He used to scribble stuff down, but he'd now been trained into
keeping a design portfolio and client book. And he wanted to
keep Pol's safely he had some plans for the silk remnants.
He finished quickly. Pol was being very patient, and
Tommy still couldn't believe Pol had agreed to be his model.
He was going to look so fucking fantastic in Navy whites. And
Rinnie was glumly settling into his Butterfly role. His costume
was far harder and he'd had several fittings already. He
looked fragile and in need of protection with the black silk
kimono concealing his stocky body. Surely Pol couldn't let him
go? Tommy knew Pol adored his boy, and suspected that the
idea of seeing his precious Rinnie on display in black silk was
the true reason Pol had agreed to be Pinkerton.
Tommy eased Pol's semi-hard cock out of his boxers.
"Oh, sir! Your measurements have changed already."
Pol's growl disappeared as Tommy licked his cock and gave
his balls a tongue bath.
Tommy slowed down once he was sure he had his owner's
attention. It wasn't that he was jealous of Rinnie as such, but
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he sure felt like the foster kid sometimes: loved, but not the
"real" boy. He snuffled a little at Pol's cock base and thought
about how Dr. Fell would whale his ass for that self-pity.
He clutched at Pol's thighs and worked extra hard. Pol's
fingers gripped his shoulders he'd be bruised later and
Tommy settled into some frenulum licking at that sign of
impatience.
Pol drew back as he spurted and Tommy turned his face up
to receive the spatter of come. He stayed, head back and
eyes closed, as Pol finished panting. Pol used his cock head to
trace lines over Tommy's wet, sticky face, and worked the
come into his skin. Tommy moaned at the scent and feel and
buried his face in Pol's crotch.
"Love you," he whispered into Pol's graying pubes. Then
hoped Pol hadn't heard it would complicate things too much,
and he was determined Pol and Rinnie would be together.
"Up, boy. Didn't you say you had to work on embroidering
Rinnie's obi this afternoon?"
Tommy nodded, relieved Pol hadn't heard. He was pretty
sure he was over-doing the detail for a stage costume, but he
was hand-embroidering flowers onto the kimono and sash. Pol
had already pulled him up short on some aspects. His
professor's eye had taken a critical look at the assessment
rubric, and saved Tommy's ass by reminding him about the
wearability grade. Tommy had been going for authenticity
and had squandered hours learning how to wrap a kimono
just right and tie an obi. His new version had Velcro inside the
kimono and the obi bow would be glued in shape once he'd
finished embroidering the material.
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He didn't like that his heritage was starting to matter
more to him after receiving his grandmother's pearls and
prayer beads last year. He'd audited Pol's non-western
societies class and then voluntarily taken a conversational
Japanese crash course last summer while the design program
had been on break.
Tommy wiped his mouth and stood up. His mind was
already on the cherry-blossom and orchid motif he was
stitching on to the midnight black silk sash. Pol patted his ass,
and gave him a gentle shove toward his work table.
"I'll send Rinnie up later with some sencha."
"Thank you, sir!" Tommy wiped his hands with a WetWipe
before touching the material and floss, and was stitching
away even as Pol shut the door.
Rinnie clopped in wearing his tabi socks and geta sandals
with his weekend jeans. Sulky he may have been, but his
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