Rolling over on the bed, Yokozawa saw that the clock read 9 o'clock which is sleeping in for Yokozawa. Whether it was days off or work,Yokozawa had been trained to wake up at 6:00a.m. Work, Hiyori, and Sorata had left him with no choice, but to get used to rising early. Yokozawa smiled fondly for brief moment before he found himself aware of the lack of usual noise.
It used to be that by now Yokozawa would hear Hiyori's cheerful voice or sometimes singing, Kirishima either jokingly singing along or doing something to irk Hiyori, and Sorata meowing persistently for one of them to feed him. A pang went through him that caused his smile to turn sad as he realized that part of his life was over. Sorata had passed away three years ago while Hiyori had began the adventure of college two years ago.
The only occupants in the house currently were Kirishima and Yokozawa. It's not like Yokozawa hadn't expected this outcome eventually, he just didn't expect to miss the noise and activity so much. It has only been two years since they got the house to themselves and at first it had been exciting. The two men had taken full advantage of the increased alone time and still do, admittedly less often than after the first year had passed.
Yokozawa had found that he had more time that he just didn't know what to do with. The idea of picking up hours at work crosses his mind constantly. Yet, if Yokozawa did that he knew he would end up throwing himself into work to the point of neglecting his still childish lover. The dark haired salesman had thought over many other ideas of what he could do such as reading more, going to the gym, and learning to cook new food to name a few.
None of the tasks were completely appealing as deep down Yokozawa knew they wouldn't be as satisfying as caring for and hanging out with Hiyori had been. Sighing, Yokozawa ran his fingers thru his hair. Hearing the familiar footsteps that belonged to his older lover, Yokozawa pushed the thoughts away. A fake smile twitched at his lips which quickly turned into a real smile as the delicious aroma of breakfast hit his nose.
The door swung open, as Kirishima stood there with a huge grin and way too many breakfast items for two people. Scanning the trays of food, Yokozawa noticed one had sweet items as well as fruits such as pancakes with syrup, French toast, donuts, crepes, apple slices with cups of caramel, and strawberries with cups of chocolate dipping sauce on the side.
The other tray had some of the typical savory breakfast items. There were breakfast sandwiches, bacon, eggs, hash browns, bagels, and much more. To go along with the meals were the options of coffee, tea, apple juice and orange juice. It had been an unexpected, but in no way unappreciated feast.
Moving his head back and forth is an exaggerated way of looking around, Yokozawa raised an eyebrow as he asked, "Where is the army of people that is supposed to help us eat all this food?"
"I'm afraid they had to take a rain check. So, it's just you, me and these piles of food," Kirishima easily replied with a smile.
"Why the hell would you get this much food for just us?" Yokozawa asked, amusement mixed with a bit of sternness in his tone.
"I figured that we would have left overs for later. You know so you can save some of the energy you would use for cooking for other more intimate things," Kirishima's voice lowered and he had a wolffish grin that would normally send a shiver of anticipation down his spin.
Instead Yokozawa found himself rather unaffected and going mindlessly along with the flow of conversation, "Ah, there it is. The ulterior motive that drives your decisions."
Kirishima frowned at the dull response from his lover, but shook it off. Bringing the food over, the brown haired man laid the trays down in front of his lover. Carefully, Kirishima climbed into bed next to his younger partner not wanting to spill anything.
"We are eating in here?" Yokozawa asked, eyeing his lover nervously as he made to join him in bed hyper aware of his clumsy nature.
"Yep, I figured it was a perfect way to start off this special day," Kirishima responds obviously proud at having pulled off the feat of not disturbing the displays of food while regaining his spot on the bed.
"Special day....?" Yokozawa inquires as he halts in reaching for a fork even though his stomach is growling.
"You have no idea what I am talking about do you?" Kirishima asks, popping a strawberry dipped in chocolate in his mouth.
Blinking, Yokozawa racks his brain for anything significant about the date. Nothing comes to his mind. "No, I don't. It seems like an average day to me."
"I see..."
Kirishima continues to eat in silence. It's painfully clear to Yokozawa that the other man is hurt. Although, the editor-in-chief made no attempt to fill Yokozawa in. Frowning, Yokozawa glanced around the room looking for clues. Having found none the dark haired man grew annoyed.
"Why don't you tell me?" Yokozawa asks giving up on coming up with the answer on his own.
"If it's important to you, then you will come up with the answer on your own before the day is over," Kirishima replies with a serious tone.
Gritting his teeth, Yokozawa goes to snap at his lover. However, he holds himself back. While this action appears to be immature and childish antics, Yokozawa has been with Kirishima long enough to tell that there he has messed up. If Yokozawa doesn't figure it out at sometime today they are going to end fighting or not speaking to each other for the next few days.
Stressed, Yokozawa doesn't feel as hungry anymore, but picks up a bagel as he needs to eat something. A few minutes pass as they eat in silence. When both of them are done Kirishima picks up the trays. Without a word, he leaves the room. The door slams as he disappears to the kitchen.
Leaning over to the nightstand, Yokozawa grabs his phone. Opening the calendar app, he hopes to see a note or a clue as to what today is...nothing. Getting up, Yokozawa doesn't bother to put on clothes as he paces the room in his underwear. It's frustrating that he has no clue what today is. His lover has made it abundantly clear that he won't offer any assistance. 'Well I guess I am on my own.'
Grimly, Yokozawa searched through the room hoping for something to strike him. Twelve hours passed as Yokozawa switched from searching thru the room to pacing while digging through his thoughts. Every so often, the temptation to just drag the answer from his lover came up. He found more than once that his hand had stalled on the door handle. Yet, Yokozawa refused to be defeated.
Closing his eyes, Yokozawa was exhausted, anxious and irritated. As they slowly fluttered open something that was mostly buried under clothes, paper, and whatever other junk they couldn't find a place for gleamed from the dresser. Walking over, Yokozawa rescued the rather plain looking, but important piece of jewelry.
Grasping the ring in a tight fist, Yokozawa released a breath. It felt like he got punched in the stomach as it finally clicked as to what day it was. The day that reminded them what occurred over in the states. The day that reminded them that they were surrounded by family and friends who accepted them. The day that reminded them that they were bound them together even if it wasn't really acknowledged by the law where they lived. The day that reminded them that they exchanged sickeningly sweet vows of love. It was the day that celebrates the happiest day of his life.
Putting on the ring that is the ultimate symbol to remind him of that day, Yokozawa walked out into the living room. Shame that he could forget this day had his steps moving slow. Regret had him steeling himself for the anger he deserved and would mostly receive from his lover. After all, Yokozawa had spent the whole day practically by himself instead of being with the one who made this day possible.
Upon reaching the living room, Yokozawa found Kirishima sitting on the couch staring at the blank television. A sharp ache went through Yokozawa's heart as he realized that Kirishima had believed that he would remember and had been patiently waiting. Stepping into the living room, Kirishima stared at him with a neutral expression. It made Yokozawa feel wary as when Kirishima did this he couldn't tell what his lover was thinking or how he felt.
Taking a seat next to Kirishima, Yokozawa fidgets with the wedding band on his finger. Kirishima says nothing as he just observed his lover. This time Kirishima wasn't going to poke, prod and drag information from Yokozawa. It was up to Yokozawa how things go down. What is said or is not said rests on Yokozawa's shoulders.
"I'm sorry. It I was distracted by other thoughts and it slipped my mind," Yokozawa said apologetically.
As Yokozawa was preparing to go further with his speech he was cut off by a single word, "Again."
"What?" Yokozawa asked, thrown off.
"You forgot last year as well," Kirishima answered in an even tone his gaze meeting Yokozawa.
A bunch of words of denial fought to be spoken. Biting them back, Yokozawa had a vague memory of Kirishima planning a bunch of sweet surprises on this day last year only for Yokozawa to have chosen to work instead. Kirishima didn't give any indication that Yokozawa had forgotten or of how crushed he must have been when Yokozawa didn't remember. Special occasions had always been a big deal in this household, but when Hiyori had gone away Yokozawa had stopped paying attention.
Wincing, Yokozawa has guilt racing through him. Unintentionally, Yokozawa had ignored celebrating holidays as a way to forget how empty and quiet the house had become. It had been a cruel and selfish thing to do. It not like he is alone. The person who is his whole world has been by his side the whole time. Loving him, supporting him, and putting in effort to spoil him despite his protests.
Yet, Yokozawa had gotten distracted by there bing less people for him to take care of and the feelings of restlessness that never seemed to go away. Logically, Yokozawa knew he should have said something to Kirishima about how he was feeling. He knew Kirishima would have listened and came up with a solution. Though the fear of causing his lover pain or of having misunderstandings arise that led to stupid fights had Yokozawa holding back.
Here Yokozawa was though having managed to do the exact things he thought he had managed to avoid. "Im sorry. It's our wedding anniversary. I forgot and I can't blame you for being angry and upset with me..."
"I'm not angry or upset just...disappointed," Kirishima said in a bleak tone. "It's not a surprise. I have always known you weren't big on celebrating holidays or occasions."
Yokozawa remained silent as he heard the tinge of sadness in his husband's voice. It was hard to ignore the instincts to reach out or to try to say something comforting, but Yokozawa clasped his hands together while pressing his lips tighter together. Right now he had to listen. Kirishima seems to also been holding back some of his thoughts which is rare for him. So, Kirishima deserved the floor and to be heard out.
Steeling himself, Yokozawa directed his full attention to his lover. His hands were hurting from the strength of his holding them together. Yokozawa knew that whatever was said next would probably both hurt and fill him with guilt. Years ago, the salesman would have fled from this confrontation, but that was back then. As their relationship had grown, he had made sure to put in efforts to adapt and grow as well.
"In the past, Hiyori had been the center of my whole world alone. During that time, I had been trained to celebrate all the well known holidays and any other random less known holiday that perked her interest," Kirishima explained with a hint of a smile that faded fast. "And I had for a long time worried what would happen when she began her life and I started seeing her less. That was until you came along. Then, I had two people at the center of my world."
Yokozawa swallowed as he listened. There was a part of Yokozawa that loved how well spoken and eloquent Kirishima could be with that silver tongue of his. In situations, where he was being sweet or mushy or really made Yokozawa feel loved and secure. The other part despised Kirishima's unfair speaking talent because when Kirishima was angry or upset it really terrified or tore him apart.
"Hiyori left as I knew she would. And it hurts like hell knowing she is moving on because she will always be my precious baby girl. My sweet little angel no matter how old she is. I will always want to protect her and shield her from the world. But I can rest easy a bit because she was raised by not only me, but you as well. So, I know she is strong and will be fine," Kirishima's eyes were wet as he spoke, yet their was a firm conviction behind the last sentence he said.
A hint of a smile formed on Yokozawa's lips. This had been something that he had always found enduring about his partner. This doting father side that many people had been thrown to see the first time. The smile instantly dropped from his face as Kirishima turned almost a despairing or pleading look, Yokozawa couldn't quite distinguish which one it was.
"I am..I was confident I would be okay. As long as you were by my side everything would be fine. I still had my motivation for doing things...and I still believe that....but you have been so distant and distracted," Kirishima's strong voice got softer, more uncertain. "It's like I'm alone when you are right next to me. And it has made not celebrating the holidays harder because I think at least that you unintentionally choose to pick up more work whenever they come around. So, we miss each other completely and it was painful to get cut off from such a normal routine without being able to even talk about it."
Yokozawa almost had to turn away. It is hard to accept that he is the cause of this sad and almost broken tone of his lover. Kirishima grabs Yokozawa's hand. Bringing it to his lips, Kirishima places a feather light kiss on his knuckles. He places one on the ring as well. The actions send a jolt through Yokozawa. It's such a simple display, yet it seems there is so much that is meant to be conveyed.
"I'm lonely. The house feels so empty. The quietness is off-putting. Most importantly, I miss you. It seems like you are so lost and don't know what to do. But you don't talk to me. We have broad conversations, the type people who are trying to get to know each other would have. Conversations that fall into awkward silence where there used to be comfortable silence. It kills me to think that our relationship would revert so far back in such a short period of time," Kirishima says this with a shaky voice that pleads with Yokozawa to respond, to understand, to just be there.
Honestly, Yokozawa couldn't catch his breath. All Kirishima had pointed out felt like repeatedly getting punched in the stomach. The main reason being that Yokozawa could relate. He knew all too well what Kirishima was talking about. Because Yokozawa felt it as well. And whether he realized it or not, Kirishima had also contributed to the distance and slight falling apart their relationship had gone through.
Flinching, Yokozawa acknowledged that the only real connection where both were present and fully attentive had been when they were having sex. And not much talking gets done then. It had become more of their way of confirming that the other was there since both of them drift apart during the day. The feel of skin against skin, the scent, the sounds, letting their minds go blank and just being one had been their reminder that they loved each other. That they wanted and needed each other's support and attention.
"Me too,"Yokozawa whispers unable to keep from rejoining this long overdue conversation while turning so he was fully facing his husband.
"You too what? I need you to be more specific. Say anything and everything," Kirishima invited for Yokozawa to have a turn to speak his mind a bit while squeezing Yokozawa's hand in an encouraging way.
"I am lonely. The quiet house is unbearable most of the time. I am restless all day and it is driving me insane," Yokozawa admitted running his other hand thru his hair. "It is nice to have privacy. It's nice not to have to be careful about Hiyori walking in on us. It's just hard to adapt to not having more responsibility. It's weird to wake up and realize that most of the daily tasks I got used to in this domestic situation aren't necessary anymore."
"I get it. You are used to putting people first. When we started dating the combination of taking care of Hiyori, Sorata and myself had been enough to satisfy your mothering nature. So much so that you started to leave work earlier to be there for us," Kirishima pointed out in an understanding tone, his expression soft. "Now, it's just me. And even from before, you never really felt the need to cook solely for me."
"Yeah. That's because you may be childish and incredibly immature, but you can still take care of yourself. You don't have to rely on me like Hiyori did," Yokozawa explains with a twitch of his lips.
"You are right. I don't need you like you a child does. And that how it should be. I'm not your child, I'm your husband, your partner, your equal," Kirishima firmly voices keeping a steady gaze on Yokozawa. "That being said, it doesn't mean I don't crave your attention any less than a child would. Or that I don't want you to take occasionally go out of your way to just do something special, something seemingly simple just because you know I would like it, or to just take care of me because it's what makes you feel comfortable and happy."
As Yokozawa listened he felt the loneliness dissipating. As always, Kirishima's words struck straight at the heart of a problem and brought to light the solution that gets buried underneath worries and anxieties that Yokozawa has. They only ever need each other. Hiyori and Sorata had been the extra bonus that added a special touch to their relationship. But they weren't the main reason that they were together.
Lifting his hand, Kirishima shows wedding ring and threads his fingers together with Yokozawa's fingers, so that their wedding rings were lying next to each other. "For the past year and a half, we hit a bit of a rough patch. But we are not alone. We have each other and as long as we keep that in mind, we will always get things back to how they should be."
"I know. You are right,"Yokozawa responds giving Kirishima's a hand a gentle squeeze.
"Aren't I always?" Kirishima asks in a teasing tone his lips stretching in a wide grin.
Rolling his eyes, Yokozawa does his best to look stern as he replies, "Don't get cocky."
"Me? Never!" Kirishima says with a tone of mock indignation.
Yokozawa smiles at his husband in a way that expresses relief at having gotten to get what was bothering off his mind. Yokozawa felt lighter than he had in a while. They still had some things to work out, but that could wait for later. Right now, there were other matters to attend to.
Yokozawa leans closer to Kirishima so that there breath mingles and there is only a few inches of space separating them. "I love you, Zen."
Returning a tender smile, Kirishima gently cups Yokozawa's face in his hands. "I love you, Takafumi."
Pulling him closer, Kirishima kisses Yokozawa passionately on the lips. He pulls back only when they both have to breathe. A clock chimes annoying that it is 11:00 p.m. Only an hour remained to celebrate their wedding anniversary.
Catching his breath, Yokozawa asks, "I'm sorry that I ruined our wedding anniversary. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you? It's technically not over."
"It's both of our faults. If I hadn't been stubborn, we could spent our time together having fun instead of arguing," Kirishima countered as a sheepish grin slipped onto his face. "Although is the offer is still on the table, I do have something I would like."
"I will do whatever you want," Yokozawa responds intending to carry out whatever his lover desires.
"Those are dangerous words," Kirishima warns as he shifts closer to Yokozawa on the couch.
A shiver of anticipation goes down Yokozawa's back. "I didn't say those words without careful consideration. I am going to accept the consequences. It's the least I can do for you having to put up with me in the past and what you will have to put up with in the future."
"That's true," Kirishima agrees earning a narrowed eyed look from his his husband. "In that case, I will take advantage of this wonderful opportunity."
Rising to his feet, Kirishima reached down to pick up Yokozawa. Giving a yelp, Yokozawa was tossed over Kirishima's shoulder. Protests, threats and cussing fell on deaf ears as Yokozawa opened the door. Not bothering to close the door, Kirishima throws a startled Yokozawa on the bed. Fondly, Kirishima watched as Yokozawa grumbles as he leans up to glare ineffectively at him.
Excitement travels across Kirishima's body. 'Tonight is going to be fun.' The brown haired man was definitely going to wring as much as he could from his lover's offer. Who knew when he would get a chance like this again? And Kirishima was highly aware that Yokozawa wouldn't back out from his earlier offer.
"Aren't you going to join me on the bed?" Yokozawa inquires with an eyebrow raised as he instantly had Kirishima's attention.
"Actually this is the perfect spot to enjoy the show?" Kirishima says, standing three feet from the bed.
"What show?" Yokozawa asks nervously, as he had a bad feeling about where this was going.
"The show you are going to put on for me to fulfill your declaration of, 'I will do whatever you want.' I have a few requests. Then, I will be come into bed with you," Kirishima stated with a serious tone and a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Gulping, Yokozawa stares warily at his handsome partner. "Okay. Go ahead."
"Let's start by having you remove those pesky clothes," Kirishima orders with an authoritative tone.
Surprise flashed in Yokozawa's grey-blue eyes. The dark haired man knew that stripping Yokozawa was something his older lover seemed to find a lot of enjoyment from. Wordlessly, Yokozawa removed the light tank top he had worn. Then he slowly, slipped out of his boxers a flush going across his face as he lay exposed on the bed. Yokozawa's hand forms a fist as he grips the blanket. His body is tense and he feels the urge to cover himself when his lover's predatory narrowed gaze throughly examines his body.
No matter how many times they have sex, Yokozawa still can't shake the bit of embarrassment mixed with shame that pools in his stomach. More than that though, Yokozawa is on edge as he is at his lover's mercy as he is determined to carry out the scheme his partner has come up with. Being at Kirishima's mercy is a terrifying thing, considering that Kirishima doesn't tend to have any when it comes to their love making session.
In addition, Kirishima holds a grudge. Yokozawa had spent spent twelve hours of their wedding anniversary on his own in the bedroom. There is no way Kirishima isn't going to have Yokozawa make up for that. Trembling almost unnoticeably, Yokozawa shifts his gaze to Kirishima's, waiting for the next command.
"Touch yourself," Kirishima requests simply. "I won't specify how. You can choose for yourself."
Freezing, Yokozawa's face turns to one of disbelief. 'Is he serious?' Shifting,Yokozawa stares at his lover uncomfortable. His tongue stilled to keep himself from rejecting the idea right out.
"What?" The word tumbles out of Yokozawa's lips.
"While you can be adorably dense at times, the look on your face tells me that you understand what I am asking for. I will repeat the request for you anyways," Kirishima replies a teasing tone, yet a lustful gleam in his eyes. "Masturbate for me. Pleasure yourself like you did when we couldn't see each other for a while."
Yokozawa flinches as he involuntarily curls inward. Heat rushes to his face as Kirishima bluntly and clearly tells Yokozawa what he expects the salesman to do. Face turning red, Yokozawa fights back the desire to tell his lover that there was no way in hell he would do that. Pleasuring himself in private was one thing, but masturbating in front of Kirishima was on a whole different level. One that required pushing his pride deep down.
Closing his eyes, Yokozawa took shaky breath. Upon opening his eyes, he saw Kirishima patiently eyeing him. His lips were displaying that devilish grin that dared him to back out. Gritting his teeth, Yokozawa reaches down with a shaky hand to grip his cock.
"If you ask nicely or beg, I can give you some help to get you started," Kirishima said in a voice as if he was speaking to a child while stepping up to the edge of the bed.
"That's not going to happen. And keep your fucking commentary to yourself," Yokozawa growled as glared at Kirishima.
"My lips are sealed," Kirishima replies, as he focuses on Yokozawa looking thrilled.
As silence fell over the bedroom, Yokozawa reluctantly realized that if he was going to do this he needed to think of something to get himself in the mood. This had to be one of the many fantasies Kirishima has had about Yokozawa. That thought had Yokozawa wondering exactly what Kirishima had imagined this would be like. Some part of Yokozawa felt challenged to make this better than anything Kirishima could dream up.
Glancing at Kirishima, Yokozawa had noticed the change in air surrounding him. Kirishima had went from teasing to excited. His eyes full of unabashed lust and desire kept roaming Yokozawa's body. The brown haired man occasionally would lick his lips and he had his hands clasped together. It dawned on Yokozawa that Kirishima was already struggling to hold himself back even though the only thing Yokozawa had done so far was strip.
Excitement sent a shiver down Yokozawa's body as he determined that this was the perfect opportunity to tease his lover. The thought of being able to torture Kirishima until he loses his self restraint has heat pooling in Yokozawa's stomach. He can feel his body start to react as that through is a turn on.
Slowly, Yokozawa begins to stroke his cock which quickly becomes erect. Moving his other hand he starts to pinch and roll his nipple between his fingers. A few moans spill from his lips as his body trembles. It doesn't take long for Yokozawa to forget Kirishima's presence as he touches he continues to pinch his nipple and slowly stroke his cock unconsciously mimicking the way Kirishima would touch him.
Moans fill the room as Yokozawa take the times to slide his thumb over his slit during his stroking his cock. Kirishima's eyes narrow to slits as he takes in every actions his lover makes noting even the tiniest of twitches. Kirishima relishes in the unrestrained erotic sounds that flow form his lover's mouth. It sends heat pooling into his own stomach. Quietly, Kirishima removes his own clothes. He knows that the second Yokozawa is done, he is going to pounce on his lover. However, Kirishima is had decided he was going to wait until his Yokozawa brought himself to an orgasm.
In the meantime, Kirishima found himself folding his hands together to stop himself from reaching down towards his own erection. After all, Kirishima didn't want to miss any part of the salesman's skilled fingers and lewd moans.
Kirishima's attention is stolen by the pants coming from his lover's mouth along with the way his hips are thrusting into his hand to get more friction. Yokozawa's pace stroking had sped up to a medium pace. The tip of his cock leaked and the precum coated Yokozawa's fingers as he continued to pleasure himself. Yokozawa moved the hand that had been on his nipple to squeeze and stroke his balls. Moaning, Yokozawa could feel frustration build in him as he couldn't seem to reach his peak. "Ahhnn...nggghh."
Picking up the pace, Yokozawa knew that he needed more. It was tempting to call out for Kirishima. Yokozawa refused to do that as he knew he could bring himself to an orgasm by himself. It made him feel embarrassed to that his body would require this extra help, but hell it made sense with the amount of times Kirishima and him have had sex.
Removing his hand from his balls, Yokozawa licked and sucked on his index finger. His moans became muffled as he coated two more fingers with saliva. When satisfied that his fingers were sufficiently coated, Yokozawa spread his legs to give himself more access. A hiss of discomfort left his lips, as he inserted the first finger.
Kirishima's eyes widened as he watched Yokozawa insert fingers and start stretching. His hard cock throbbed painfully as he desperately wanted to plunge into his Yokozawa's warmth. Kirishima held back as he knew that it would be worth the wait. Also, Yokozawa was being extremely sexy as he lost himself in the pleasure he was brining upon himself.
The moans became a bit louder and Yokozawa's back arched as his fingers reached his prostate. Each touch of his prostate had jolting and releasing some erotic noise. The had stoking his cock was moving faster. Yokozawa's toes curled in the sheet as his head tipped back.
"Ahhhhh!"Yokozawa moaned as cum covered his stomach and the sheets.
Kirishima licked his lips as he watched his Yokozawa's back sink onto the bed. The salesman's black hair was disheveled. His gray eyes were clouded as he rode out his orgasm. His face was red and his chest rose and fell. Yokozawa was panting as he tried to catch his breath. His lover's legs were still spread in a way that invited Kirishima to come on in.
The bed creaking had been the only warning Yokozawa got as Kirishima climbed on the bed and plunged his cock in all the way to the hilt. Still sensitive from his orgasm, Yokozawa's back arched off the bed and his gray eyes widened.
"Ahhh...nggghh..haa,"Yokozawa moaned as Kirishima had managed to angle himself to hit Yokozawa's prostate.
Panting, Yokozawa glared at his lover. Kirishima leaned down and captured Yokozawa's lips in a kiss. His tongue easily found access as the the salesman had opened his mouth to complain. Angling his thrusts, Kirishima kept up a steady pace. At the same time his tongue trailed with Yokozawa's. The moans that left Yokozawa's mouth were muffled due to his love ravishing his mouth. Kirishima's skillful tongue has his body going numb.
Distracted, Yokozawa jolted as a hand wrapped around his cock. The strokes were fast and long causing Yokozawa to squirm and wiggle at the pleasure running through his body and making him a wreck. Wrapping his arms around Kirishima's neck, Yokozawa's nails dig into Kirishima's back as he clung to his lover. Kirishima let out a gasp at the feeling and smirked as Yokozawa unintentionally spread his legs a bit wider.
Yokozawa's moans and panting mixed with the slick sound of their skin. Yokozawa tossed his head back as he squirmed as he spat out a few cuss words. Kirishima leaned down leave a trail across the pale, unmarked skin of Yokozawa's neck. Kirishima ran his thumb over the slit of Yokozawa's cock and angled his thrust to hit Yokozawa's prostate as he left each mark.
"Aahhh...ha..nggghh,"Yokozawa moaned at the onslaught of torturous pleasure.
Yokozawa was at his limit as his fingers scratched against Kirishima's sweat soaked skin. His were hips moving to meet each of the brown haired man's punishing thrusts. The salesman's body was trembling as he squirmed as the he gave in to enjoying the pleasure.
"Ahhhh...haaa!" Yokozawa yelled as climaxed and then bit into Kirishima's neck.
"Nghhhh," Kirishima groaned as the combination of Yokozawa tightening around him and biting him sent him over the edge.
Yokozawa was vaguely aware of the fact his lover came inside him which still pisses him off. Although today, Yokozawa decided that he would let that slide as he marked it off as an unspoken request Kirishima would have made. Yokozawa and Kirishima collapsed on the bed.
Kirishima rolls to the side and then pulls Yokozawa to his chest. He then wraps his arms around Yokozawa's waist to prevent the salesman's from leaving. Exhausted, Yokozawa curls against Kirishima enjoying his scent and the relaxing sound of his heart beat.
"That was fun, we should make this a tradition for every wedding anniversary," Kirishima says playfully.
"Never again," Yokozawa firmly states as his eyes start to close.
"Don't be like that. At least take some time to consider it," Kirishima replies confident that he could change his lover's mind at a later date.
Silence is the response that he gets. "Takafumi?"
Soft snores are accompanied by the even rise and fall of the salesman's chest. Kirishima tenderly smiles as he runs a his fingers thru Yokozawa's hair. He places a gentle kiss on the back of Yokozawa's neck.
"Good night, Takafumi," Kirishima whispers.
Lowering his head closer to Yokozawa's, Kirishima joins his lover in a peaceful sleep.
Had a bit of motivation to write. I'm a bit busy with work at the time, but I hope to update some of my stories soon. For now I have a few one-shot chapters. Enjoy! Character thoughts are in italics. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. Til next time! Bye!
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Yokozawa Takafumi's Mistakes (Sekai ichi Hatsukoi fanfic)
FanfictionThis is going to be various one shots where things don't go as planned for Yokozawa. Plenty of fluff and funny situations occur. Maybe some angst too. And randomness due to the writer. A warning this is my first fan fiction so it might not be that...
