[UshiTen: Just another rainy day in Paris]

Part 18

Satori's fear of this, in a way, first time for him returned with a bang. It was all the same and it was all different all of a sudden; they had been kissing passionately before too, but now Wakatoshi-kun's strong hands were removing his clothes from his body in a way that was more than certain, resolute. He was thinking about the weirdest things too – how, as they had been on a date, he had put on some perfume, and how he had showered just before the cinema, and how it was most probably nice for Wakatoshi to be kissing him right now. His mind was sliding away, avoiding the major point tonight – getting to that bed.

He still could not say if he was in love or not. This here felt very different from the way he had felt those 8 years ago. Back then, he had been sure. He had been smitten. Bewitched.

What was happening tonight rather felt like the end point of a long, meandering journey that he had been on, but not alone – they had walked the road together, and Wakatoshi-kun had never abandoned him, not for a second even. It had not been smooth sailing either. There had been times when he had been ill, or depressed, or just sad, when he had needed time apart, and silence too.

Wakatoshi had given him all that.

And tonight he was giving him even more. Tonight was supposed to be about pleasure.

Sure, sex meant pleasure. Even the small kids knew that! Right?! And yes... yes... it was amazing to feel that mouth over his skin, those hands caressing him, claiming him. It felt great. He surprised himself by discovering he was quite vocal about it too.

- You... Oh, god... I love it when you do that... Toshi, ohhh...

Ushijima growled, and let go of him for a moment, just to remove his shirt too. Tendō noticed the fine droplets of sweat already forming on the smooth skin. Panting, after the intense kissing, he ran his hands over the tense muscles, enjoying the touch – enjoying the view not just with his eyes, but his fingers too.

They had just stumbled inside, unable to let go of each other even after the make-out round in the taxi. The perfect lips had been on his neck, and he wanted them back again. But Ushijima was staring at him, eager and breathless, as if waiting for something, some ultimate permission.

"This is it." – Tendō thought.

His thin fingers touched over the beautiful face, and he just cooed, taking Wakatoshi's hand in his own:

- Come with me, my Toshi.

Sheepishly, Wakatoshi followed him to the bedroom, where he let himself be undressed completely. He had no idea about the next step, but... they probably needed to lie down? Or maybe Tendō preferred something else?

He blushed at the thought. It was embarrassing that Satori had some experience with this... and he himself had none. Tonight, it had been quite obvious that the red-head was a lot better than him in something as simple as flirting. The thing that had happened between them in that movie saloon was not complicated, but it had been 1000% effective in getting him turned on.

Now, a little lost, he waited for Satori to lead. To show him the way. He didn't know what to do with himself, he only knew that his whole body was bursting with adrenaline.

And Satori had no doubt in his mind that Wakatoshi would be on top, it was the obvious scenario. So he waited for that massive man to grab him, and just make love to him. What was his love going to be? Slow and tender? Or maybe impatient and wild? Or maybe rough and brutal? His physique somehow suggested the last option, and his heart sank a little, thinking about the upcoming ache.

But then he remembered the tenderness of their morning kisses, and the careful manner in which those bruised fingers caressed over his skin, and he knew it would be alright. Somehow.