"Takato-san!" Junta called as he bounded into the bedroom to retrieve his beloved.
Takato had cocooned himself in the duet but he stirred when the mattress shifted from Junta's weight. "Chunta?" he inquired.
"Is Takato-san going to sleep?" Junta asked in a gentle voice as he stroked his lovers hair.
"I'm not going to sleep," Takato grumbled. "I'm just in pain and it helps to lie down on a soft surface."
"I am sorry about that. It's your legs, hips, and your back?"
Takato nodded. ". . . and it's all your fault, you insatiable angel, you've hardly given me a moments rest since we arrived here."
Junta laughed. "I'm sorry, but I just can't help it. I'm so happy to be on our first vacation together!" and then without preamble he unraveled the duvet from his lover and lifted him up into his arms.
Takato groaned in pain. "I'm serious, Chunta, I really don't think I can take for you to hold me again for a while. I really want to, but it hurts too much."
"I know, Takato-san," said Junta in a tender voice, and he began to make his way out of the bedroom with his lover in his arms.
Takato looked around as he was carried through the living area; the moment Junta had passed the sofa, he became concerned. "I thought we were going to watch a movie or something," he muttered, but Junta merely chuckled.
"If you want to watch a movie afterward. I would love that."
". . . afterward?" Takato repeated; a familiar trepidation rose up inside of him, but Junta did not elaborate.
Junta one-handedly opened the sliding glass door to the large veranda, and that is when Takato began to struggle against him.
"It's too cold out here." he protested as he shoved against Junta's chest.
Junta laughed at his futile efforts and placed a loving kiss on his head. "It's all right, Takato-san. I had the pool heated for us."
". . . the pool?"
"Yes," Junta said as he steadied Takato on his feet and began to undress him. Takato pushed at his hand and tried to escape but Junta had an arm around his waist to prevent him.
"Chunta, don't strip me!"
"The water will feel good on your sore muscles." Junta took ahold of both of Takato's wrists with one of his large hands and restrained them against his back. "Let me take care of you."
Takato glared at him but abandoned his struggle as Junta began to unbutton his shirt with dexterous ease.
It was beautiful, the pool. It was illuminated by colorful, florescent lights beneath the surface and looked over the hillside of the secluded resort; a beautiful view of the tropical forest below and the mountains on the horizon.
Junta released Takato's wrists with caution, watchful, and then lowered himself to his knees.
Takato turned his attention to Junta at once as his pants and underwear were slid down to the ground. Takato shifted out of them and stood there, feeling highly self-conscious of his nudity.
Junta straightened up again and pulled Takato against him; his hand trailed down the length of his back. Junta relished the softness of his skin and how his body shivered under his touch.
Takato placed his hand on Junta's face and then slid them down to the buttons of his shirt. "It's my turn," he said; though he was flustered and nervous, he did not want to be the only one nude anymore.
Junta's breath hitched in his throat as he watched Takato undo the buttons of his shirt, and then slide the material off of his shoulders. Takato imitated Junta's actions and proceeded to his knees, all the while he forced himself to look up into Junta's eyes as he slid down his pants.
Junta's cock was hard, and it brushed against Takato's face.
It seemed only right to put his mouth around it.
"Takato-san!" Junta gasped as he felt the warm and wet interior of Takato's mouth suck the head of his cock. "I . . . your knees . . . we don't have to . . ."
Takato hummed around his length in response as he began to push it into the back of his throat. It tasted of Junta's sweet precum, and he wanted every last drop.
Junta groaned in pleasure, and entangled his fingers through Takato's hair, his eyes burning into those blue depths, filled with lust.
It wasn't until Takato made a noise that sounded as though he were in pain that Junta, with gentle hands, took ahold of Takato's jaw and pulled out.
Takato pouted, but Junta disregarded his plea and lifted him up into his arms again.
"I'm going to put you in the water," he said.
"Eh?" Takato looked around as Junta carried him to the poolside, and without further ado he lowered Takato into the glorious warmth.
Junta then sat down on the edge of the pool with just his legs in the water. Takato took the hint and grasped Junta's thighs to raise himself up a little so that he could continue.
. . . and it continued like that for a while. Junta seated on the pool's edge. Takato between his legs, arms against his thighs, and mouth around his cock.
". . . ahh . . . hmm . . . nngh . . ." Junta's guttural moans of pleasure fueled Takato's exertions, and he was now hard as well, beneath the surface of the water.
". . . Takato-san . . . I'm going . . . to cum . . ."
Takato pulled his mouth to just the head of his cock and swirled his tongue around the tip as he sucked, eager for the taste of him. Junta gritted his teeth as he released his essence into Takato's willing mouth.
Takato swallowed and licked the residual from his lips. "It feels so good in here," he said as he sank to his shoulders in the water. It was also quite shallow.
Junta sank into the water as well and moved toward him like a predator would stalk his prey; his expression caused chills to erupt throughout Takato's body, even in the warmth. Takato retreated from him, all of a sudden quite nervous.
"Eh? Chunta?" he tried to protest, but the other man was on him within seconds.
Junta crashed his lips against Takato's and caressed his body, pinching and squeezing. Takato gasped into his mouth as he felt those hands spread apart his cheeks beneath the water, and a finger began to rub against his entrance.
"Chunta," he moaned against his lips.
"Hmm? It's Takato-san's fault this time. I was going to take my time with you, but you just couldn't wait."
Junta smirked into the kiss as he began to nip and suck at Takato's bottom lip. It sent a rush of pleasure through him when he felt Takato's soft breath gasp and moan as he pushed the finger inside of him.
Takato's insides were tight and trembled around his finger. Junta pumped the finger in and out at a slow pace to savor the sight of Takato's embarrassed, flustered expression; red-faced, blue eyes filled with desperation and lust, swollen pout, and body writhing within his arms.
". . . what . . . are you . . . please . . ." Takato begged. ". . . slow . . . no good . . ."
Junta let out a low chuckle. "Takato-san," he whispered as his lips left a wet trail from Takato's mouth to his jawline, "be patient."
". . . at least . . . put another . . ."
Junta obliged and slid a second finger inside, and then once he was satisfied, he shoved them deep inside of Takato and curled them against his prostate. Takato's moans turned into cries of pleasure.
It felt so good, the stimulation, tight pressure, and now trembles erupted throughout his body. If he hadn't been floating in water, his legs would have given away.
"Chunta!" he cried as he felt his climax rising, the warmth pooled into his lower abdomen.
"It's all right," Junta reassured him, his breath in Takato's ear, "please cum for me."
Takato's entire body trembled as he released, and then he slumped against Junta's chest.
Junta smirked and brought Takato's legs around his hips beneath the water, and then he began to move toward the far end of the pool, where it overlooked the hillside. Junta pushed Takato, with gentle pressure, against the wall.
"Is Takato-san ready for me?" Junta asked as he cock twitched, impatient to be inside of him.
Takato braced his arms around Junta's shoulders, breathless, mortified, but desperate to be filled, he nodded.
Junta grasped Takato's inner thighs and pushed them apart, the head of his cock positioned against his hole, which was still soft from having been fingered.
It clenched around him as he pushed inside.
Junta grunted, his eyes boring into Takato's as he entered him.
Takato moaned; his waist squirmed as Junta grasped it and caressed his flesh.
"Chunta . . ." he moaned.
"Takato-san . . ."
Junta pushed until his entire cock was inside of him, and by this time Takato was a writhing mess.
"It feels so tight." Takato whimpered.
"Hmm? Is it all right?" Junta took ahold of Takato's jaw and pressed their lips together; his tongue slid inside and explored his mouth. Takato relaxed into the kiss, and Junta took that moment to pull back a little from inside of him and then thrust hard.
Takato cried out in pain but then it dissolved into a moan of pleasure; his arms tightened around Junta's shoulders as the kiss deepened.
Junta brought a hand to Takato's chest to pinch and pull at the nubs. Takato arched his back into his touch as his chest swelled. Junta could not thrust his hips as hard as he would have liked to beneath the water, but at least this way it would last for some time, and he could cherish the sweet sounds of Takato's feel-good voice, and the heat of his insides.
Takato felt Junta's soft lips trail from his mouth to his jawline again, and this time travelled lower and lower, to his chest. Junta grazed his teeth on one of his nubs and then he began to lick and swirl his tongue around it. Takato's tilted his head back, and his gaze found the stars.
It was so beautiful here, and his body was being treated with such gentle touch in the water, all of the aches and pains had vanished; although perhaps that was from the adrenaline of it all, or masked by the pleasure.
Junta's huffs of exhilaration began to deepen. Takato returned his attention to Junta's eyes, which had never left his face.
"Chunta," he threaded his fingers through Junta's hair and pulled him in to whisper against his lips, "I want you to cum inside of me."
It was difficult and rare for him to voice such a lustful statement, bold and shameless, but it was worth it to see how it affected his lover.
Junta's eyes had flames in the arylide depths, and his hips began to thrust as hard as he could.
". . . beg for it . . ." he ordered, taking a gentle hold of Takato's face in his large hand.
Takato glowered at him. ". . . please, Chunta . . . fill me up inside . . ." he said through gritted teeth.
Junta smirked, beads of sweat trailed down his face and pooled in the crevice of his collarbone. ". . . hmm . . . excellent, Takato-san . . ."
Takato felt his cock thrust all the way inside of him, and he cried out Junta's name as the warmth of his cum filled his insides.
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. . . as promised, afterward, the two of them washed up and changed into soft clothes, and cuddled up on the sofa together for a movie. Junta had let Takato decide what to watch, and then pulled him on his lap and rested his cheek into Takato's hair.
Takato's body felt relaxed, soothed, all of the aches and pains had vanished, and now he let himself succumb to the warmth of Junta's chest against his back, and his arms around him, fingers entwined together. ^-^ THANK YOU FOR READING SEE YOU NEXT TIME
