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Atobe tastes like cash.
Mizuki thinks there is no other way to explain it. Atobe would scoff and no doubt claim he tasted high class, but Mizuki knows the difference. In Atobe's opulent bed, surrounded by silk sheets that Mizuki claws at while Atobe pounds into him Atobe curses like a two bit whore and sucks cock like one as well. Atobe tastes like the money he spends for purified water to bathe in, for only the finest cleansers and lotions, and it's obvious to Mizuki. Mizuki knows what cheap soap tastes like, and he can tell just from a lick what brand some people use. Atobe's soap is handcrafted specifically for the teenage boy, and it's never unpleasant for Mizuki to taste, though it is occasionally an annoying smell.

Atobe says Mizuki tastes sweet, but Mizuki knows that's a lie. His lips, coated in carefully picked cherry glass, taste like manufactured flavored wax, and his mouth tastes like whatever he had last eaten. His skin is scented to smell enticing, but underneath all the perfume he's merely another teenage boy, nervous and sweaty and unsure of himself. Atobe told him once at the beginning of their relationship that he tasted and smelled like church incense, and it was the wrong thing to say while buried balls deep in Mizuki. Mizuki is violating what his religion stands for, everything about it, and turning his back on his family.

And he does it because Atobe tastes like cash, and that was the only god Mizuki ever believed in anyway.

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