Akito was a superstar.

At least that was what he had felt like the first time Shishido saw him, almost thirty years ago. He looked too flashy to be a teacher, way too flashy for the principal of a school. His hair was long, his hair light and a tattoo on his throat. At that time, Shishido didn’t know that all staff at the school had tattoos like that, even though they were usually over the heart. Akito had added the one on his throat by his own decision.

But when he got to know him better, he found out that even though he looked flashy, like the rock stars on TV and on the radio, he wasn’t so grand in the end. But he was most certainly a superstar in bed.

Shishido had never met anyone who was quite as good as Akito at sex. And the principal knew it. Their relationship had come off to a rocky start, where Akito hadn’t wanted one at all due to a fear of it being seen as him using his status as principal to get Shishido into bed. But that changed with time, and now they had such a hard time keeping their hands off each other that Akito’s son complained. But at the same time, Hokuto had told Shishido that if he broke his father’s heart he would break his dick.

But he had no intentions of breaking any hearts. If this place, where they could spend eternity, he had plans on staying for a long time.

Though right now, he had other important things on his mind, namely how that foax fur coat stood in great contrast to Akito’s skin as it was the only thing he wore. He sat on the rococo inspired couch, and Shishido couldn’t get his eyes off him as he walked in close and stood on his knees.

He pressed a kiss over Akito’s heart, the black ink stark against the pale skin. He kissed his way down to his nipple, and teeth tugged at it, tongue flicking it until it hardened. Akito’s hair pooled over the fabric of the couch as he leaned his head back, and Shishido’s hands ran over the fluffy fabric of the coat, feeling every subtle curve of his principal’s body.

Then he moved up to capture his lips with his in a hungry kiss, and they slid down on the couch, Akito’s hands working Shishido’s tie to discard it on his bedroom floor. The kiss was full of lust, tongue, growls and teeth, all pent up from weeks of not being able to have each other, and Shishido’s hands gripped tightly at Akito’s hips until they were sure to bruise.

And in that moment Akito was the only one in his world, shining bright like the stars in Hollywood, and while Shishido hated how cheesy that made him sound, he couldn’t deny it even if he tried.