[UshiTen: Just another rainy day in Paris]

Part 22

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Their third charm-time sex came as an opportunity almost a month later, thanks to the circulation of some stomach bug around town. Most of the volleyball team got it too, probably because of them (as Ushijima-san had put it) being reckless with their diet, and practice was suspended for a couple of days.

When Tendō heard the news, he immediately speed closer to his lover, biting his lips and sliding his arms around his waist, hugging him.

- Do you think... maybe we could...? – he mumbled, blushing.

Wakatoshi blushed too and placed his hand over Satori's longish hair, which was now falling over his eyes, and made him look quite attractive.

- I'd love that. – he answered shortly, feeling ready, prepared for this challenge.

The day ran as usual – the only extraordinary thing was the fact that Ushijima was home all the time. But dinner was very light, and they opened a bottle of wine, which only got drunk half-way through, but it helped them relax.

They took a bath next, and Satori loved how the uncouth hands he adored were now touching him not just to pet, but more intimately, as Wakatoshi-kun was implementing Step 1 from his research findings: help your partner relax, sex starts in the brain.

He felt a shudder run through him, along his spine, when the rough hands disappeared under the water, and now slowly caressed over his buttocks, trailing the familiar shape, tracing down the crack in-between, making sure it was OK, making sure it was allowed, not in a hurry. And it was only after his small kiss on Wakatoshi-kun's cheek that an index finger got a little bolder, pushing its way between his glutes, daring to sink in-between, and touch him deeper, help him get washed, and get ready better.

Wakatoshi's face was burning, but his lover's small gasps and love sounds encouraged him to go on. The warm water helped them relax, and his fingertip now felt over that limited, tight space that – he already knew – was quite capable of stretching, and accommodating all of him. It was quite amazing, really. People often admired his own body, the strength, stamina, endurance, but he couldn't help but admire Satori, and his delicate forms, his graceful movements, the fine-looking limbs, the pure, porcelain skin...

- It's all so beautiful... - he murmured under his nose, trying for a rhythmic breathing, for a regular heartbeat, some control over his body, which was a hard task... when you are in love.

Tendō was purring, melting away at the careful touch, at the slow process which left out any surprises. He knew what was going to happen, he was prepared for it. It was hard for him to say whether he wished for it, but this time he was ready. He knew what to expect, and it was a little bit like going to the dentist's – one always kept in mind that it was going to be unpleasant, but it was important, and we all did it.

- Yes... yes, you are... - he murmured back sleepily. – You are so beautiful, my Toshi...

The slightly clumsy massage over his entrance went on, slowly, and he tried to position himself better in the bath, giving Wakatoshi-kun more space to do his thing. His knees apart, and now hugging the beloved shoulders, he whispered:

- Don't stop... Go on...

Obeying, Ushijima afforded a little more pressure over the tender spot, offering his mouth as compensation this time, only this time their kiss was gentle, and they could breathe through the moment of careful penetration, as his fingertip breached beyond the barrier of the muscle ring. He swallowed Satori's weak gasp in the moment, and, remembering his studies, he let that finger's first phalange press gently to the sides, waiting for one of the strongest muscles in the human body to relax, and let him in a little deeper, and deeper, and deeper.