Tezuka Kunimitsu liked to think of himself as a smart man. He got good grades all through school, and even had one of the highest scores of his class in law school. He was observant, and caught on to things rather quickly.

But it didn't take exceptional intelligence to figure out something was up when a hand slowly sneaked around the entranceway between living room and kitchen, and put down a small radio-cassette player on the nearby table. The 'play' button was pressed, and it began emitting a kind of jazzy music, like something from the American 30's era, while the hand retreated. Tezuka stared blankly as the limb was soon replaced by an entire body.

Atobe Keigo slid out into the frame of the entranceway with his back turned, wearing just a loose pair of black shorts and a white t-shirt. His arms wrapped around himself while his hips began to sway and bounce to the music. And then he turned around, moving forward with a sultry grin on his face.

"What are you doing?" Tezuka asked, his voice sounding far more impassive than he felt.

"I'm seducing you."

"Oh?" He looked down at the book he was reading, staring at it a moment before marking off his page, and setting it aside. Then he looked back up. "Proceed."

Atobe chuckled, and continued to sway his way closer to the couch where Tezuka sat. Back and forth his hips went, until he'd placed himself between his lover's legs, then dropped down to his knees. His hands ran up Tezuka's legs, meeting at his groin. "Ah, I see you are indeed seduced."

Of course he was. Tezuka was at least smart enough to know exactly where this was going to lead, and his body responded accordingly. He nodded, but otherwise remained silent.

Grinning at his lover's speechless state, Atobe leaned forward, kissing Tezuka's stomach, then worked his way upward, keeping with the seductive tone of the music. He moved up until he was at the other's lips, nibbling and kissing the soft petals gently before pulling back. "Let's make sweet music," he whispered, then darted his tongue out to lick the side of Tezuka's mouth.

He slid down again, and hooked his arms under Tezuka's knees, then moved back up, pulling Tezuka's own body out from under him, so his back was on the couch and his lower body was held by Atobe, who was still leaning in between his legs.

And as their bodies danced together, the radio-cassette player continued to play.