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Oshitari Yuushi adjusted his lab coat before stepping into the xam room.
“Fuji Syuusuke, correct?” Oshitari questioned, glancing from his paper gowned patient to the folder held in his grasp. “What seems to be the problem, Fuji?” Oshitari opened the folder, skimming the nurse’s notes on the subject.
Fuji’s paper gown rustled when he shifted, the paper underneath him crinkling as well. “I’ve been having muscle discomfort in my upper thigh.” Fuji slid a hand from his hip down to the knee, and back up again, the paper gown raising a few inches when he did so. “I thought I might have strained something but the pain has been going on for a few weeks now with no sign of abating.”
Oshitari hummed, setting the patient’s folder down on the counter he grabbed the swivel stool out from underneath. “Any swelling or bruising?” Sitting on the chair Oshitari pushed himself off the counter, propelling himself towards the exam table. Oshitari caught the edge of the exam table and brought himself to a resting stop just in front of Fuji’s legs. Fuji’s legs were slim and appealing, muscled but not overly so. A fine dusting of light brown hair gleamed under the offices fluorescent lighting, the hair practically invisible until the light caught it the right way. Oshitari hummed appreciatively under his breath, his glasses flashing slightly.
“Not that I can see.” Fuji slipped his legs apart, the gown raising another few inches until a dark shadowy V was hidden just out of sight. “I came in to have an expert take a look.”
Oshitari nodded like that barely hidden cornucopia of delights was not causing his heart to speed up. “Lie down, Fuji.”
“Of course, Doctor.” Fuji lay back on the exam table, the paper rustling like a million leaves under a fierce wind.
Oshitari’s eyes slid up and down the prostrate form, not missing the way Fuji’s smile briefly flickered with mischievous amusement. Slipping his hands under the gown Oshitari allowed Fuji the slightest bit of pretend modesty even as his hands slid up Fuji’s leg, the back of Oshitari’s hand tickled by Fuji’s public hair, the warm length of Fuji’s penis brushing against Oshitari’s wrist. “Any… hardening?” Oshitari questioned, pressing cautiously on Fuji’s thigh. Experimentally Oshitari quested for the ‘strained muscle’.
“Only when my legs are spread.” Fuji opened his eyes, honey brown irises glittering at Oshitari from underneath a fringe of brown eyelashes.
Oshitari hummed thoughtfully, sliding his hands to the back of Fuji’s thigh and lifting it. Reaching over to Fuji’s other leg he positioned that one as well. “Like this?” The paper gown was useless, barely holding onto hiding an inch of skin just below Fuji’s hips.
“A little wider. I’m not sure I can do it without some support.” Fuji moved his legs apart a little. “Generally they are elevated as well.”
Oshitari slipped his lab coat off and lay it on the swivel stool before moving to sit on the exam table. “Allow me to assist you then.” Propping Fuji’s ankles on his shoulders Oshitari took direction on the exact position in which Fuji’s thigh experienced ‘strain’. “I believe it’s merely over use, Fuji.” Oshitari smoothed his hand over Fuji’s soft skin. “Perhaps you should try a different position.”
“I like this position.” Fuji reached up and stroked fingers lightly over the back of Oshitari’s neck, a shiver whispering down Oshitair’s spine. “It provides the best access.”
“For?” Oshitari pretended befuddlement, but knew the emotion failed because of his obvious and growing arousal and amusement. “Perhaps you should explain the situation.”
“I’ll do better.” Fuji’s hands made quick work of Oshitari’s belt and fly. “I’ll demonstrate.”
Fuji’s paper gown rustled when he shifted, the paper underneath him crinkling as well. “I’ve been having muscle discomfort in my upper thigh.” Fuji slid a hand from his hip down to the knee, and back up again, the paper gown raising a few inches when he did so. “I thought I might have strained something but the pain has been going on for a few weeks now with no sign of abating.”
Oshitari hummed, setting the patient’s folder down on the counter he grabbed the swivel stool out from underneath. “Any swelling or bruising?” Sitting on the chair Oshitari pushed himself off the counter, propelling himself towards the exam table. Oshitari caught the edge of the exam table and brought himself to a resting stop just in front of Fuji’s legs. Fuji’s legs were slim and appealing, muscled but not overly so. A fine dusting of light brown hair gleamed under the offices fluorescent lighting, the hair practically invisible until the light caught it the right way. Oshitari hummed appreciatively under his breath, his glasses flashing slightly.
“Not that I can see.” Fuji slipped his legs apart, the gown raising another few inches until a dark shadowy V was hidden just out of sight. “I came in to have an expert take a look.”
Oshitari nodded like that barely hidden cornucopia of delights was not causing his heart to speed up. “Lie down, Fuji.”
“Of course, Doctor.” Fuji lay back on the exam table, the paper rustling like a million leaves under a fierce wind.
Oshitari’s eyes slid up and down the prostrate form, not missing the way Fuji’s smile briefly flickered with mischievous amusement. Slipping his hands under the gown Oshitari allowed Fuji the slightest bit of pretend modesty even as his hands slid up Fuji’s leg, the back of Oshitari’s hand tickled by Fuji’s public hair, the warm length of Fuji’s penis brushing against Oshitari’s wrist. “Any… hardening?” Oshitari questioned, pressing cautiously on Fuji’s thigh. Experimentally Oshitari quested for the ‘strained muscle’.
“Only when my legs are spread.” Fuji opened his eyes, honey brown irises glittering at Oshitari from underneath a fringe of brown eyelashes.
Oshitari hummed thoughtfully, sliding his hands to the back of Fuji’s thigh and lifting it. Reaching over to Fuji’s other leg he positioned that one as well. “Like this?” The paper gown was useless, barely holding onto hiding an inch of skin just below Fuji’s hips.
“A little wider. I’m not sure I can do it without some support.” Fuji moved his legs apart a little. “Generally they are elevated as well.”
Oshitari slipped his lab coat off and lay it on the swivel stool before moving to sit on the exam table. “Allow me to assist you then.” Propping Fuji’s ankles on his shoulders Oshitari took direction on the exact position in which Fuji’s thigh experienced ‘strain’. “I believe it’s merely over use, Fuji.” Oshitari smoothed his hand over Fuji’s soft skin. “Perhaps you should try a different position.”
“I like this position.” Fuji reached up and stroked fingers lightly over the back of Oshitari’s neck, a shiver whispering down Oshitair’s spine. “It provides the best access.”
“For?” Oshitari pretended befuddlement, but knew the emotion failed because of his obvious and growing arousal and amusement. “Perhaps you should explain the situation.”
“I’ll do better.” Fuji’s hands made quick work of Oshitari’s belt and fly. “I’ll demonstrate.”