Thanks for the Memories

In My Arms Again

Makoto was at my door in less than 15 minutes, I had no idea how he had gotten to me so quickly. I opened my door and a tear-stained Makoto threw his arms around me. I hugged him back tightly, relishing the feel of him in my arms. Makoto was weeping into my shoulder, "I'm sorry, I just missed you so much."

"Makoto..." I brought one hand up to stroke the back of his head. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I shouldn't have made you worry like that." I paused, I had to say it, "I'm sorry I wasn't here for you. Makoto, I... I..." Makoto leaned back to look up at me, his eyes a little puffy, cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted. He was too much to resist.

I put my lips to his, he immediately kissed me back. I gently moved my tongue and licked his lips before slipping it between his slightly parted lips. I held him tighter. It had been too long since I had tasted Makoto and tasting him again made me realize how addicting he was.

I broke the kiss to bring Makoto further into my apartment shut the front door. I turned around to see him leaning against the wall at the end of the hallway. My breath caught in my throat. I went up to him and stood an inch from him, my hands against the wall on either side of him, pinning him against it. I brought one hand up to caress his cheek. I leaned my forehead against his, not daring to move. Makoto draped his arms around me, pulling me a little closer. He smiled angelically up at me. I whispered, "Mako..." My lips collided with his.

We stood there a while, making out. I just wanted to relish his sweet taste. I wanted more. I moved to kiss along his jaw and his neck. Makoto trembled and brought a hand up and bit a knuckle, he was trying to control himself. He let out a breath, "S-sou...suke..." His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, "I've missed the way you make me feel..."

I leaned back and smiled down at him. I moved in and kissed him hard. I ran one hand along his thigh, guiding it up to rest around my hip. I did the same with his other leg before lifting him off the wall. I carefully carried him back to my room and laid him down on my bed. I climbed on top of him and he reached up to grab my shirt collar and pull me down closer. Our lips met again. I was so hungry for Makoto.