Peaches [xxxHOLiC novella] COMPLETE

11. Peaches Ever After (Mature)

...Dõmeki leaned in, and kissed him.

It was different from the kiss they shared in the 'dream'; it was tentative, and a little awkward, and a little raw. But Dōmeki turned out to be an excellent, thorough kisser, his tongue in turns gentle and tenacious.

Their bodies were pressed together tightly, hands searching, exploring. An electric current ran through Watanuki's body, which may have existed for twenty some years now, but was still physically just seventeen, and was beginning to demand its own. Heat rose to his face and chest, and spread out lower, throughout his groin. Dōmeki's body was hard and taut, something he could feel even through layers of cloth, and he liked the feel of it against his own slender frame.

Their mouths, no longer tentative, devoured hungrily. Dōmeki had one hand at the back of his neck, tilting his head slightly to the side to allow himself better access, and another anchored low on his waist, keeping their hips locked against one another. It was, increasingly, rather distracting.

Somehow, he didn't really notice how or when, Dōmeki lost his suit jacket and managed to back him up against the kitchen counter. Watanuki pulled himself up to sit on it. It was just the right height for them to be face to face now. Dōmeki made a low sound in his throat, something like a growl, as Watanuki's legs wrapped around his waist. It did not occur to him that the kimono left him much more exposed than a pair of jeans might have... It also occurred to him that soon it will be utterly impossible to ignore the twinges in his hardening coçk, or the exciting possibilities of the other man's rocking against his, though he still was not sure how he wished to negotiate any of that.

Just as he wondered, a little belatedly perhaps, if Dōmeki had a better idea about this sort of thing, Dōmeki pulled back a bit, and while they were catching their breath, examined Watanuki's face steadily.

"This..." he said, hesitating, "Is not another dream, is it?"

It took Watanuki a second to register what that meant, but then he smiled. "No, you idiot," he said, mimicking Dōmeki's tone a little unkindly. "I also prefer real life."

Dōmeki seemed satisfied by that. His shirt was entirely untucked and unbuttoned partway, his hair was dishevelled, and his cheeks were ever so slightly flushed. And he looked... happy. So, that is what it looks like, Watanuki thought. He could see now why even Maru and Moro might make a comment about it, so different it was from Dōmeki's usual equanimous countenance. It also made him look devilishly charming.

Meanwhile, Dōmeki was observing Watanuki's own state of disarray with a slowly widening grin. "You said something about a bath?" he asked, his voice slightly husky. He then pulled him off the counter and they stumbled down the hallway, pausing to kiss and losing items of clothing along the way. Watanuki thought of the mess they were making with some despair, but managed to put that out of his mind, too.

As they staggered closer and closer to the bathroom, he had thought about the last time he saw Dōmeki naked, or partly so. At school they used to have gym together, and the showers were communal, obviously. He didn't think he was ever attracted to him, or to any other men, back then. He didn't even know if it was men he liked, per se, or if it was just this insufferable, stubborn, stoney-faced Dōmeki that had finally succeeded in pushing all his buttons, even the rather intimate ones. And did it really matter? The heart is a mysterious muscle, it has its own unknowable ways. And the body, it has its own, somewhat different mysteries...

These thought came to him much later, for at the moment, Watanuki's whole body was wracked with a delicious, almost excruciating ache. They were finally naked, surrounded by clouds of steam from the bath, and he was splayed out on the soft bathroom rug, and Dōmeki's lips were travelling slowly down his stomach, aiming, he hoped, for his hard and straining còck. When they finally reached there, he let out a moan, surprised by the note of hunger in his own voice. All idle, lingering thoughts were dissipating from his mind. Anxieties about knowing what to do or how to move were summarily licked and sucked away, and he only regretted that Dōmeki's mouth could be only in one place at any one time. Of course, he also had hands... and his hands, taking a break from roaming all over his body, were currently playing with Watanuki's balls, alternating between squeezing and letting go, fluttering over the tender skin of the perineum, mercilessly teasing him.