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Ainosuke-sama smells good. An understatement. He smells fantastic.
Not only because he's filthy rich and can afford the best perfumes. No, this has almost nothing to do with it. It's just his natural odor, that's all.
Whenever. When he steps out of the shower, when he has just skated, sweat still covering his skin. When they're fucking. Right now.
They're in the office and Tadashi has his head on one of Ainosuke-sama's strong thighs. The muscle is firm under his face but he would never call it a bad pillow. He's taken so many comfortable naps like this and would be tempted to do so now if the smell wasn't keeping him awake, flooding his senses, making his knees weak against the office's carpet.
It's innocent (well, almost) and he just starts smelling his master naturally, lungs filling with his scent and eyes rolling to the back of his head, getting lost on his warm thigh and his intoxicating odor.
"Stop it, dog." Ainosuke-sama reprehends him for sniffing. Not the first time, but the first today. Tadashi reluctantly obeys and behaves.
It's hard. Because he's still breathing and Ainosuke-sama's smell is still there. Unmistakable, so hard to resist.
He always liked it. Ever since he can remember, ever since he was allowed to touch, to kiss, to stay close.
He remembers when they first kissed. Slow dancing that turned into embrace, embrace that turned into mouths dancing together.
Tadashi could smell him so closely, it was almost better than the kiss itself.
So from then every time he peppered his master's skin with little kisses he stole his scent in voracious gulps. Greedy little creature he always were, taking more from Ainosuke-sama than he deserved.
"What are you doing, Tadashi?" The boy asked once when Tadashi spent so much time inhaling he lost track of time.
"I-Nothing"
"You're sniffing me." Not an accusation, only a rather amused statement.
Ainosuke-sama was right. To call it just smelling wouldn't be accurate.
"Is it bad?"
"No. S'funny. It's like you're a dog." Ainosuke-sama didn't even use to refer to him that way back then, so the comparison felt strange and a little embarrassing. Still, the other boy didn't refuse him, didn't say he hated it nor pushed him away.
Ainosuke-sama just kept holding him, letting him have his way with him for as long as Tadashi wanted. It felt like heaven, like flying. Until they fell.
He used to have a hoodie, it smelled just like Ainosuke-sama, or maybe it didn't anymore but his brain thought it did. But Ainosuke-sama ordered him to throw it away before he left the country. Ainosuke-sama was gone then. For so long Tadashi thought he could forget. His presence (his scent) so very different from the empty void he left behind.
But as soon as Ainosuke-sama came back he knew he was doomed. To disobey again, to sin. To crave paradise once more even when he'd already been expelled.
"They want to consult with everyone about last week's matter again." Ainosuke-sama complains and pulls Tadashi away from his thoughts.
"I know my pet doesn't understand human, but listen to me. You're good at listening silently, aren't you?" Tadashi nods, even though he's obviously the one who advises Ainosuke-sama in times like this, but it's just words, and words don't hurt him anymore, not when he knows his master's feelings. Actions are what matter, Ainosuke-sama's big hand petting his hair is the action in question.
"As I was saying, they want to have another one of these endless consultations again." He sighs dramatically. "Never acting imperatively, only this exacerbated and useless politeness. Drives me nuts."
Ainosuke-sama keeps talking, about their slow decision-making, about trading favors and piles of paperwork. Tadashi wants to pay attention, wants to be good. But he's having a hard time to focus when he has to obey his master's previous order.
Tadashi tries his best. Tries not breathing, not inhaling his scent, but of course it's a stupid idea and he ends up inhaling a lot more to recover his breath. It's frustrating, he wants to breathe him in, wants his face pressed closer to Ainosuke-sama's thigh.
He shouldn't even be this desperate. All there is is Ainosuke-sama's trousers, not even his skin, but it still smells so unfairly good.
It's the end of the day already, Ainosuke-sama is not even close to being fresh out of his bath anymore, but it only makes Tadashi want to bury his nose on the fabric even more.
Intoxicating musk makes him feel dizzy from trying not to sniff. Just because he's been told he can't, perhaps. Maybe he is a bad dog after all, one that desires disobedience. Filthy mutt.
Ainosuke-sama must feel his frustration because he clicks his tongue and gives up on ranting about politics. "You're not even listening, useless dog."
"Okay, go ahead and do it." He says out of kindness or annoyance or both.
Tadashi waits a few seconds before giving in, like he can't believe his permission yet, can't believe he won't get a harsh reprimand for it.
As soon as realization really hits him he breathes desperately fast, like somehow he's going to miss it if he doesn't. He presses against the muscle, nice trousers probably already ruined by his drool at this point. He wants to go up and up and feel him whole, his hair, his armpits, the curve of his sweaty neck.
But master didn't allow him to get up yet so he waits. Waits and patiently savors what he can, sniffing so close to Ainosuke-sama's crotch he can hear the man's surprised breathy gasps.
"I just.... Don't understand why you like this." Ainosuke-sama doesn't sound disgusted with him. Just genuinely confused. "Why you've always did."
Why you like me. Why you've always did. Tadashi knows he means this.
It's maybe Tadashi's fault that after all this time, after all of this mess they have together, that Ainosuke-sama still has to doubt it a little.
But maybe it's his master's own fault too. For being stubborn and an overgrown child and not taking a hint when he has Tadashi literally wrapped around his fingers.
Tadashi just smiles to him then, sweetly and devoted. Mind and lungs full of Ainosuke-sama. Because he couldn't be happier, because he knows it works better than trying to argue with his lover.
"Such a strange puppy." It does work. Ainosuke-sama smiles at him too.