At Your Fingertips
Luca/Ike, Shota Luca
“Watch the pinkie.”
“Oh—“
A discordant chord echoes throughout the music room as the young mafia heir frowns. “Shit!” He cries, bashing small hands on the piano keys.
Ike, his piano teacher, clicks his tongue. He bundles up the sheets of music in his hand, smacking Luca on the head besides him on the piano bench. “Watch your language.”
“Ow, sorry Mr. Eveland,” Luca mutters, rubbing his head. “This song is really hard, okay? I’m trying my best, I really am.”
Ike shakes his head. “There are no excuses, Luca. You’re already growing up to be a big boy, you can’t be so clumsy with your fingers like that.” He places his hands on the keys besides Luca’s. “Watch me.”
Like magic, Ike’s delicate fingertips dance across the keys, producing a precious melody unlike anything Luca had been able to create during the session. It’s the skill of a seasoned veteran of the trade, up and down the white and black. Were they truly both playing the same song?
As Ike finishes off the song with a flourish of his fingers, he smiles, almost smugly at the child. “See? Not hard.”
Luca sticks out his tongue. “You make it look easy, Mr. Eveland.”
Ike laughs, putting the sheet music back into place. "We still have another hour. Again."
It's getting slightly better, but Luca's morale is not.
He's near slumping against the piano as he finishes the final string of notes. While not nearly as clumsy, the eagerness to play has dwindled.
Ike sighs, bundling up the pages again to smack against the child's head. "Up. Again."
Luca lets out a whine, dramatic and over the top. "But I'm tired..."
"But you're very close to getting it right. Any student of mine should be able to do this, especially you, Luca." He says, gentle attempt to encourage.
But Luca only bemoans this. "I don't wanna play anymore..."
The tutor's brow furrows. Fine, his last resort.
"Just a few more tries Luca. Do your best and I'll... I will reward you."
This gets the heir's attention, the boy sitting up straight on the bench with wide eyes. "Huh? Like... a reward reward? Like that time before when we were naked and—"
Ike clears his throat. "Yes Luca, like that kind of reward. If you do it right, that is."
"Promise?" says the squeaky voice.
"I promise."
With that, Luca turns back to the keys, awoken and rejuvenated, and begins to bang away at the keys.
By the third play, it's near flawless.
“Well done, Luca. I almost have no notes.” Ike smiles, and Luca can feel his heart about to burst. Ike's smile is warm, approving. Luca wanted to practice until his hands fell off if it mean Ike would look at him like that.
“Really?” Luca says, trying not to sound too excited. “It was perfect?”
“Well, nobody is perfect, not even you, little mafioso.” Ike points out, quickly following up with praise again before Luca can react. “But I can tell you’re paying attention and improving.”
Luca swings his dangling feet faster at this. "So, was it good enough to get the... the reward?"
The tutor freezes at this. The clock in the corner of the room says it's getting quiet late, rapidly approaching the heir's supper time. It might cut it close.
But looking at the wide eyed, excited young boy, it's hard to resist such eagerness,
"Well... a promise is a promise." Ike says plainly.
When designing the new music room of their mansion, the Kaneshiro family sought two particular features — soundproofing, and distance from the main house. It seemed to work like a charm, as Luca’s parents never heard his noisy piano practice or belting screeches of song.
They also never heard his precious tutor screaming along with him.
“Fuck, fuck— Luca, harder, yes!”
“A-ah! Mr. Eveland, it feels really good, ah—“ Luca whimpers, his hands gripping his tutor’s waist, eyes focused downward to watch his small cock disappear in and out of the older man as he fucks him against the piano. “It’s really good, really good—“
He rocks his youthful body into the man, pushing Ike's back against the piano while he balances on the piano bench, Luca moving at a pace that only someone with some much unbridled energy can have.
“Mm, Luca-“ Ike pants, extending his hand out to cup Luca’s soft cheek. “Remember what I t-told you? When it’s ah, time for rewards, you can call me Ike, okay?”
Luca nods with vigor as he pounds his hips against the tutors own, the piano bench scraping against the hardwood as he thrusts, Ike’s body nudging keys making a dissonant tone as he’s fucked. “Okay, ah— Ike,” he mutters, really trying to focus. His teacher is so warm, so tight around his dick, nothing like Luca’s own fist beneath his sheets at night. Every time he gets a reward like this from his teacher, it’s like heaven, forcing heavenly notes from Ike’s throat as he pounds away at his hole.
“Luca, that’s a good boy, yes!“ Ike moans. His own cock is certainly neglect, hard against his thigh while Luca seems to focus entirely on fucking him, but it’s fine, he doesn’t need to be touched to cum, he’s approaching the edge anyway. “Ah, you can let go inside, okay? Remember how I showed you, just follow y-your teacher’s instructions, okay?”
Luca nods so fast it looks like he might hurt himself. “O-okay, yes, Ike, nhh—“ He whimpers, the soft hands digging into Ike’s waist try to grip a little harder. “C-coming, something’s, aah—“
Ike groans, lifting a hand away from the piano keys he was gripping to fist his cock as Luca seems to reach his climax, Ike following suit. The tutor tries to bite down on his tongue to hold in the sound, but the heir has little luck, unable to control himself. Luca lets out a high pitched moan, releasing his seed inside Ike's hole while Ike coats his own stomach in white.
Luca nearly collapses against Ike between his thighs, his little body surprisngly heavy, his softening cock still inside Ike. Ike can only pet his head as Luca tries to desperately catch his breath.
"Good boy... I look forward to our next lesson."