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kinkfestTitle: The One Year Trial
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deecherrywolf
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3230
Prompt: Junjou Romantica, Usagi/Misaki, I need you more than you know
Notes: Okay... this was inspired not only by the prompt but a friend and my conversation of Misaki being happier with a girl. And as I am a hopeless romantic, I think Misaki would realize he loves Usami anyways. :3 Once again, I'm sorry this is late!
How had he fallen this far down?
Usami Akihiko was a mess. Hair unkempt, unshaven jaw, and slightly red eyes. He sighed as he glared down at the blank pages before him... even his laptop hummed with a blank word document flashing before him. He was way past due in his deadline... and oddly enough, Aikawa hadn't gotten after him yet. A few concerned phone calls and that was about it. He grunted to himself as his stomach rumbled at him. He didn't want to move.
The doorbell made him quirk an eyebrow. When the door unlocked, that only left three options: Aikawa finally coming to kill him, Hiroki coming to scowl at him, or... a miracle... Misaki finally coming back after leaving him for nearly a year. His shoulders slumped as he saw Hiroki... better than Aikawa. Hiroki walked in, carrying a bag. He snorted.
“What are you doing?”
“Working.”
“... Here. Nowaki had made some soup and suggested I give you some.”
Usami raised an eyebrow as he watched Hiroki lay the bag down on the table. Hiroki's lover, Kusama Nowaki, didn't really know him too well... so it was obviously a lie, but Usami let it slide as he reached for the bag, eying the pot of soup. It looked good. His stomach howled as he carried it into the dirty kitchen. Hiroki's nose wrinkled. “Don't you have a housekeeper?”
“I haven't had one for a year.”
“You need to get one, you idiot. Look at this place! It's going to cave in.”
Usami scooped out some of the soup and put it in a glass bowl, glaring at Hiroki. No one could clean the place like Misaki could! And Misaki...
“Akihiko! What are you thinking!? That's not a microwaveable bowl!”
Usami huffed as he dumped the contents back into the pot and quickly got a different bowl. He dipped some out again and put it in the microwave. Hiroki huffed, pulling out a chair and sat down, glancing around the dusty kitchen... His frown deepened upon the disorderly look. The microwave signaled it's completion and brought Hiroki's attention back at Usami.
He didn't look too bad, but he didn't look good. He had at least kept up in showering, but his hair looked disheveled and unattended to. His jaw line filled with stubble. Necktie tied loosely and without much care and wrinkled slacks. Perhaps it was the stress of another missed deadline, but Hiroki knew better. He had also been through what Usami was going through.
Except his lover had intended to return. Usami ate his soup in silence while Hiroki fumbled for words. Unfortunately for him, Usami spoke first.
“How is your lover anyways?”
Hiroki's cheeks tinted a light pink and he looked away from his friend, who didn't even look up from his soup. Hiroki shrugged. “He's fine. He's been busy at the hospital a lot, but we worked out our schedules more and we're able to see each other more.”
“I see.”
Hiroki coughed. He didn't like to talk about Nowaki to Usami. It just felt awkward, even though he had gotten over his love for his friend 14 years ago. He glanced at his friend who finished his bowl of soup.
“Tell your lover I said thanks for the soup.”
“Ur... yeah. By the way, Akihiko, do you have anything edible here?”
Usami pushed himself out of his chair, placing the bowl in the full dishwasher... it needed to be run. He glanced over at the fridge... he had beer in there... but actual food? He frowned. He usually just ordered take-out nowadays. Hiroki sighed as he glanced over at the near full trashcan, full of take out trays. He licked his lips. He had promised Nowaki he'd be back soon, but his friend needed to do some shopping.
“Go get dressed Bakahiko, we're gong shopping.”
“I am dressed.”
Hiroki's frown deepened and his brow ticked. Surely not.
–
An hour and a half later, Usami Akihiko was being dragged down the street. Hiroki was texting his lover, letting him know what was up while Usami only allowed his friend drag him toward the market. He glanced at his image in one of the windows. He didn't look too bad now that Hiroki had made him shave and he had finally taken care of his hair... but with age, he noticed lines there that weren't there before. At 37-years-old, Usami Akihiko felt like he was in his late 50s, but perhaps that had to do with a certain 27-year-old missing from his life.
Hiroki let go of his hand as they entered the grocery store. He glared at Usami. “Push the cart, even you can do that.”
Usami sighed, pushing the cart. He was itching for a cigarette right now and the no smoking sign plastered on the wall beside him was mocking him. He grumbled to himself as he caught up with Hiroki who examined some eggs.
“Ah, Usami-san!”
Usami perked up at his name and looked over to see Takahashi Manami. He felt his heart constrict at seeing the woman. She smiled happily and pushed her cart over to be next to him.
“What a coincidence!”
“Ah... how have you been? It's been a long time.”
Despite not seeing the man for a while, she smiled happily at him. “I've been good! Takahiro misses speaking with you.”
“Well, I have been busy...”
“Yes! So he says. Mahiro-kun has been doing well in school and Tanami is going to be starting school soon as well.”
“Oh? That's great?”
“Bakahiko! Catch up, will you?”
The sound of his aggravated from brought him back to where he was and he nodded politely. “I must be going.”
Manami smiled gently. “Don't you want to know how Misaki has been doing?”
The name of his ex-lover caused a shiver to course down his spine. His eyes widened slightly at even the thought of his old lover... who had just been with him a year ago. Manami watched the man pause in his movements. He looked back at her with a blank stare. But Manami knew better. She merely smiled gently, beginning to move in her shopping cart as well. “He's doing okay.”
“Okay...” without me.
“Yes. I think he could be better. Ever since Sana broke it off with him about half a year ago he hasn't really been seeing anyone. He's just been keeping to himself.”
Usami looked away again. The name of the person who had taken Misaki away from him had always disturbed him. Ishimoto Sana was a nice girl from Takahiro's work place. She was 24-years-old, shorter than Misaki with long black hair that looked brown in the light and bright hazel eyes. She was nice and had a very demure personality. The times Usami had met her were few, but the times he had... he had seen how much she and Misaki had gotten along and the matchmaking Takahiro was trying to work out...
And in the end, Usami had lost Misaki to a woman.
He noticed his knuckles turning white from gripping the cart and released his tight grip slowly. Manami noticed as well, smiling sadly at him. “Misaki is doing okay health wise, but...”
But? Usami paused in his walking once more as she did and glanced at her. She tucked a stray hair behind her ear and looked at him with an odd expression on her face. “He's just not the same Misaki without you around, Usami-san.”
His heart thumped and skipped a beat at Manami's words. He heard Hiroki snap at him again. Manami leaned toward him, grabbing his hand. “Go see Misaki sometime.”
He opened his mouth to ask her, but she briskly began to go in a different direction. He glanced down at the paper she had passed into his hand... it had an address on it.
–
Takahashi Misaki wasn't truly happy with his life, but it was better than nothing. His small apartment now seemed bigger without his ex-girlfriend... but that was the only pro thing about his life. Though he had enjoyed the company of Ishimoto Sana, he couldn't help but admit that he wasn't in love with her. Takahiro had been sad... after all, he had decided to date the girl because his brother wanted him to. He sighed as he finished cooking his meal, putting some on his plate and sat at his small table. He gazed at the empty chair before him as he chewed his food thoughtfully. He hadn't been expecting a knock at the door. He wiped his mouth, calling out to the person at the door.
He gently opened the door and his eyes widened. There stood Usami Akihiko... his heart palpitated and he felt his lungs beg for air as his throat began to constrict. Never had he thought he'd see the man again... especially with the break up they had gone through. The two stared at each other for a moment, Usami drank in the sight of his lover. Misaki hadn't grown since the last time he'd seen him, but that was to be expected. The 27-year-old stood at about his chin and his emerald eyes still filled with that defiance that he found oh-so attractive... just seeing the young man gave him an energetic and happy feeling. Misaki quickly found his voice and spoke as firm as he could.
“What do you want?”
“Misaki...”
That voice... Misaki shuddered. The sound of that velvet voice brought back so many memories. Memories of which he never had intended to rediscover... and yet, he could feel his cheeks warm slightly at the treasured memories. He quickly glared at his old lover. “Usami-san...”
He hadn't expecting the man's arms to wrap around him... but seeing as this is Usami Akihiko, he shouldn't be too surprised. He yelped as his face was suddenly in the man's neck. He could feel the rumble of the other's voice against his cheek.
“Don't call me that.”
“U-Usagi-san.”
Usami closed his eyes, feeling his heart swell at the sound of that name coming from Misaki's lips. He pulled the younger man away from him his chest and glanced down at said lips. The urge to kiss the young man spoke volumes. His body went on autopilot and captured the other's lips. Misaki's eyes widened as he felt that man's demanding tongue run across his lower lip, asking for permission to enter. Misaki slowly opened his mouth... heat pooling his stomach as Usami's hungry tongue quickly sought out his own tongue.
Usami gasped for air as he pulled back, glancing down at Misaki who panted as well. Usami licked his lips and murmured. “You have no idea how much I needed you this past year.”
Misaki moaned into the man's mouth as he swiftly caught his lips again. Misaki's arms found their way around Usami's shoulder. Somehow, he easily fell back into the moment. The rough texture of Usami's lips easily fell in time with his own lips, fitting perfectly. Those arms around his waist felt like they were made to be there... and that leg that had found itself between his legs... oh, how it belonged there as well.
Usami pulled away, reluctantly releasing Misaki's lips from his own. He panted as he stared down at the young man. Misaki gasped as Usami forced his way into his apartment, causing him to back pedal and fall onto the couch... which Misaki now felt had been strategically placed. Usami was on him in an instant... and it almost felt as if the past year never happened.
Usami's cool hand reached down to his lower body, rubbing his growing arousal from outside of his clothes. Misaki gasped, eyebrow knotting together as the button on his pants became undone. Usami's hot lips sought out his again, kissing him deeply as those cold hands freed his erection, stroking it gently, pushing back the foreskin gently to fondle him completely. Misaki moaned into the other man's mouth. His head felt dizzy and he couldn't believe he was allowing this to happen again.
Usami released his lips. Misaki's eyes slowly opened and met with Usami's light amethyst ones. The two stared at each other as Usami's fingers smeared pre-cum over the exposed cock. Misaki's leg twitched as Usami's grip around his arousal grew firm, Usami finally spoke once more.
“If you want me to stop, just tell me to.”
It was unlike Usami... who normally did whatever he wanted no matter what anyone thought. But the Usami before him only stared at him gently, hand holding his cock and awaiting for Misaki's yes or no. He shuddered... the twitch in his leg returned and he swiftly wrapped it around Usami's middle, causing the man's eyes to widen and glance down at him in utter shock. Misaki averted his eyes.
“... I'm not shoving you away, am I?”
That was probably the closest thing to a 'yes' and 'fuck me' he'd get from Misaki, but his heart still soared at hearing it. His grip on Misaki's cock loosened and began moving once more. Misaki panted as Usami ran his thumb over the head of his arousal as his fingers brushed against the swollen flesh... He gasped. “U-Usagi-san!”
Usami's nostrils flared at the sound of that name coming from Misaki's mouth. It felt so natural and oh so sexy to hear it again. He lowered his head and licked at Misaki's neck, lowering his head to the buttoned collar shirt. He chuckled, running his left hand around the collar. “Misaki is wearing work shirts now.”
“Shut up, pervert. I was when two years ago too!”
“It's been awhile since I've seen you.”
Misaki's brow furrowed, cheeks flushing as he glared up at the older man. Did he have to make it so unbearably embarrassing? He jumped lightly as he felt Usami gently begin to unbutton his shirt, leaving his aching erection for a moment as he focused his lips on the now exposed flesh. Usami lowered his head to the hardened nipple, running a hot tongue over it. Misaki shuddered, lifting his hips up. “A-Ah! Usagi-san!”
Usami chuckled at the enthusiastic hip thrust, leaving the nipple to travel lower. Misaki's eyes widened as Usami's mouth soon met it's destination, flicking the head of his arousal gently before engulfing it in that hot mouth. Misaki felt his toes curl and his legs spread, allowing Usami more access. Usami quickly lifted a hand, clutching the base of Misaki's penis gently, rubbing it while he managed to go down on most of it. Misaki clenched his eyes shut and lolled his head back against the feeling Usami was creating. He shuddered again, climaxing within Usami's hot mouth.
Usami pulled away, wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand and looked down at his lover. Misaki's eyes were glazed, mouth open and panting, and body slick with sweat... he looked absolutely gorgeous. Usami reached into his pocket, pulling out a small tube. Misaki's eyes widened then narrowed, catching his brother he sputtered at the older man.
“Perverted Usagi!! Tell me you were not planning this.”
Usami twisted the cap off, chuckling to himself as he poured some onto his fingers. “If I hadn't brought it, would you be willing to go without?”
Misaki blinked... no, of course he wouldn't allow Usami to rip his ass a new one! But it still made Misaki a little wary of the older man. All thoughts vanished instantly when he felt those slick fingers prodding at his entrance. He groaned as one of them managed to push it's way through gently. Usami felt heat pool in his lower stomach as he watched Misaki's face contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he pressed another finger in. Misaki cried out in pleasure as the man added a third finger, moving them slowly, bending it lightly... trying to reach that certain spot. Usami grinned as Misaki cried out louder this time, thrusting his hips back to meet his fingers.
There!
Misaki groaned. Oh god, those fingers were tormenting him. The rough feel of them pressing deeper into him, rubbing against his sensitive prostate was almost too much... and then it really dawned on him as Usami pressed into him again... he had missed this. He truly had. He fought back a whimper as Usami pulled his fingers out. The crinkling sound of the foil being torn open was soon replaced with a small silence as Usami slipped his condom on and then began rubbing more lubrication on Misaki's opening. He positioned himself. He leaned close to Misaki's ear, a smirk forming on his face.
“I have always loved you.”
Usami pushed in slowly, mouth capturing Misaki's loud cry. He stayed still once he was in completely. Misaki shuddered... it had been a year since he'd felt the feeling of Usami's cock deep within him... and somehow it still felt right. He moaned as Usami began to slip out of him, pausing as only the head remained and rammed back into him. Misaki cried out as the man began a steady rhythm. Usami held Misaki's legs apart as he pounded into his tight passage. He growled into his lover's ear.
“I won't let you go again. Never again. You belong to me.”
“Ah!!”
Usami growled, slamming into Misaki one last time before they both climaxed.
–
Misaki opened his eyes blearily... when had he made it to the bedroom? Or had it been all a great dream? The smell of cigarettes said otherwise. He looked over to see Usami already looking at him, a cigarette in hand. Misaki frowned at him. “Quit watching me while I sleep, weirdo.”
“But you're so cute.”
Misaki sighed, shifting in bed... slowly realizing he was still naked. He looked up at Usami's face, who kept his eyes on his lover. “So? What does this mean?”
Usami closed his eyes, taking a small puff from his cigarette before continuing. “It means that you belong to me.”
Misaki's brow furrowed. “I don't belong to anyone!”
Usami sighed. “Well, you at least are my lover again... and only mine!”
Misaki shifted in the bed again, narrowing his eyes on the ceiling. He blinked as he felt Usami wrap his arms around him and pull him into his embrace. Misaki tried to look into the other's face but failed... Usami was doing a good job at hiding his expression. Misaki sighed, leaning into the embrace. Although he didn't like feeling like a thing... he knew he truly loved Usami and that despite it all, he needed him more than Usami would ever truly know... Sana had just been a small phase he had worked out in his life, now he knew where he truly belonged... He placed a comforting hand a top Usami's head... remember that time 11 years ago... when he had done the same thing for this man.
Never would he have thought he'd need him as much as he did now or have that feeling returned.
(The End)
A/N: LONG ROMA IS LOOONG.... AND BAD! I TRIED!
Author:
deecherrywolfRating: NC-17
Word Count: 3230
Prompt: Junjou Romantica, Usagi/Misaki, I need you more than you know
Notes: Okay... this was inspired not only by the prompt but a friend and my conversation of Misaki being happier with a girl. And as I am a hopeless romantic, I think Misaki would realize he loves Usami anyways. :3 Once again, I'm sorry this is late!
How had he fallen this far down?
Usami Akihiko was a mess. Hair unkempt, unshaven jaw, and slightly red eyes. He sighed as he glared down at the blank pages before him... even his laptop hummed with a blank word document flashing before him. He was way past due in his deadline... and oddly enough, Aikawa hadn't gotten after him yet. A few concerned phone calls and that was about it. He grunted to himself as his stomach rumbled at him. He didn't want to move.
The doorbell made him quirk an eyebrow. When the door unlocked, that only left three options: Aikawa finally coming to kill him, Hiroki coming to scowl at him, or... a miracle... Misaki finally coming back after leaving him for nearly a year. His shoulders slumped as he saw Hiroki... better than Aikawa. Hiroki walked in, carrying a bag. He snorted.
“What are you doing?”
“Working.”
“... Here. Nowaki had made some soup and suggested I give you some.”
Usami raised an eyebrow as he watched Hiroki lay the bag down on the table. Hiroki's lover, Kusama Nowaki, didn't really know him too well... so it was obviously a lie, but Usami let it slide as he reached for the bag, eying the pot of soup. It looked good. His stomach howled as he carried it into the dirty kitchen. Hiroki's nose wrinkled. “Don't you have a housekeeper?”
“I haven't had one for a year.”
“You need to get one, you idiot. Look at this place! It's going to cave in.”
Usami scooped out some of the soup and put it in a glass bowl, glaring at Hiroki. No one could clean the place like Misaki could! And Misaki...
“Akihiko! What are you thinking!? That's not a microwaveable bowl!”
Usami huffed as he dumped the contents back into the pot and quickly got a different bowl. He dipped some out again and put it in the microwave. Hiroki huffed, pulling out a chair and sat down, glancing around the dusty kitchen... His frown deepened upon the disorderly look. The microwave signaled it's completion and brought Hiroki's attention back at Usami.
He didn't look too bad, but he didn't look good. He had at least kept up in showering, but his hair looked disheveled and unattended to. His jaw line filled with stubble. Necktie tied loosely and without much care and wrinkled slacks. Perhaps it was the stress of another missed deadline, but Hiroki knew better. He had also been through what Usami was going through.
Except his lover had intended to return. Usami ate his soup in silence while Hiroki fumbled for words. Unfortunately for him, Usami spoke first.
“How is your lover anyways?”
Hiroki's cheeks tinted a light pink and he looked away from his friend, who didn't even look up from his soup. Hiroki shrugged. “He's fine. He's been busy at the hospital a lot, but we worked out our schedules more and we're able to see each other more.”
“I see.”
Hiroki coughed. He didn't like to talk about Nowaki to Usami. It just felt awkward, even though he had gotten over his love for his friend 14 years ago. He glanced at his friend who finished his bowl of soup.
“Tell your lover I said thanks for the soup.”
“Ur... yeah. By the way, Akihiko, do you have anything edible here?”
Usami pushed himself out of his chair, placing the bowl in the full dishwasher... it needed to be run. He glanced over at the fridge... he had beer in there... but actual food? He frowned. He usually just ordered take-out nowadays. Hiroki sighed as he glanced over at the near full trashcan, full of take out trays. He licked his lips. He had promised Nowaki he'd be back soon, but his friend needed to do some shopping.
“Go get dressed Bakahiko, we're gong shopping.”
“I am dressed.”
Hiroki's frown deepened and his brow ticked. Surely not.
–
An hour and a half later, Usami Akihiko was being dragged down the street. Hiroki was texting his lover, letting him know what was up while Usami only allowed his friend drag him toward the market. He glanced at his image in one of the windows. He didn't look too bad now that Hiroki had made him shave and he had finally taken care of his hair... but with age, he noticed lines there that weren't there before. At 37-years-old, Usami Akihiko felt like he was in his late 50s, but perhaps that had to do with a certain 27-year-old missing from his life.
Hiroki let go of his hand as they entered the grocery store. He glared at Usami. “Push the cart, even you can do that.”
Usami sighed, pushing the cart. He was itching for a cigarette right now and the no smoking sign plastered on the wall beside him was mocking him. He grumbled to himself as he caught up with Hiroki who examined some eggs.
“Ah, Usami-san!”
Usami perked up at his name and looked over to see Takahashi Manami. He felt his heart constrict at seeing the woman. She smiled happily and pushed her cart over to be next to him.
“What a coincidence!”
“Ah... how have you been? It's been a long time.”
Despite not seeing the man for a while, she smiled happily at him. “I've been good! Takahiro misses speaking with you.”
“Well, I have been busy...”
“Yes! So he says. Mahiro-kun has been doing well in school and Tanami is going to be starting school soon as well.”
“Oh? That's great?”
“Bakahiko! Catch up, will you?”
The sound of his aggravated from brought him back to where he was and he nodded politely. “I must be going.”
Manami smiled gently. “Don't you want to know how Misaki has been doing?”
The name of his ex-lover caused a shiver to course down his spine. His eyes widened slightly at even the thought of his old lover... who had just been with him a year ago. Manami watched the man pause in his movements. He looked back at her with a blank stare. But Manami knew better. She merely smiled gently, beginning to move in her shopping cart as well. “He's doing okay.”
“Okay...” without me.
“Yes. I think he could be better. Ever since Sana broke it off with him about half a year ago he hasn't really been seeing anyone. He's just been keeping to himself.”
Usami looked away again. The name of the person who had taken Misaki away from him had always disturbed him. Ishimoto Sana was a nice girl from Takahiro's work place. She was 24-years-old, shorter than Misaki with long black hair that looked brown in the light and bright hazel eyes. She was nice and had a very demure personality. The times Usami had met her were few, but the times he had... he had seen how much she and Misaki had gotten along and the matchmaking Takahiro was trying to work out...
And in the end, Usami had lost Misaki to a woman.
He noticed his knuckles turning white from gripping the cart and released his tight grip slowly. Manami noticed as well, smiling sadly at him. “Misaki is doing okay health wise, but...”
But? Usami paused in his walking once more as she did and glanced at her. She tucked a stray hair behind her ear and looked at him with an odd expression on her face. “He's just not the same Misaki without you around, Usami-san.”
His heart thumped and skipped a beat at Manami's words. He heard Hiroki snap at him again. Manami leaned toward him, grabbing his hand. “Go see Misaki sometime.”
He opened his mouth to ask her, but she briskly began to go in a different direction. He glanced down at the paper she had passed into his hand... it had an address on it.
–
Takahashi Misaki wasn't truly happy with his life, but it was better than nothing. His small apartment now seemed bigger without his ex-girlfriend... but that was the only pro thing about his life. Though he had enjoyed the company of Ishimoto Sana, he couldn't help but admit that he wasn't in love with her. Takahiro had been sad... after all, he had decided to date the girl because his brother wanted him to. He sighed as he finished cooking his meal, putting some on his plate and sat at his small table. He gazed at the empty chair before him as he chewed his food thoughtfully. He hadn't been expecting a knock at the door. He wiped his mouth, calling out to the person at the door.
He gently opened the door and his eyes widened. There stood Usami Akihiko... his heart palpitated and he felt his lungs beg for air as his throat began to constrict. Never had he thought he'd see the man again... especially with the break up they had gone through. The two stared at each other for a moment, Usami drank in the sight of his lover. Misaki hadn't grown since the last time he'd seen him, but that was to be expected. The 27-year-old stood at about his chin and his emerald eyes still filled with that defiance that he found oh-so attractive... just seeing the young man gave him an energetic and happy feeling. Misaki quickly found his voice and spoke as firm as he could.
“What do you want?”
“Misaki...”
That voice... Misaki shuddered. The sound of that velvet voice brought back so many memories. Memories of which he never had intended to rediscover... and yet, he could feel his cheeks warm slightly at the treasured memories. He quickly glared at his old lover. “Usami-san...”
He hadn't expecting the man's arms to wrap around him... but seeing as this is Usami Akihiko, he shouldn't be too surprised. He yelped as his face was suddenly in the man's neck. He could feel the rumble of the other's voice against his cheek.
“Don't call me that.”
“U-Usagi-san.”
Usami closed his eyes, feeling his heart swell at the sound of that name coming from Misaki's lips. He pulled the younger man away from him his chest and glanced down at said lips. The urge to kiss the young man spoke volumes. His body went on autopilot and captured the other's lips. Misaki's eyes widened as he felt that man's demanding tongue run across his lower lip, asking for permission to enter. Misaki slowly opened his mouth... heat pooling his stomach as Usami's hungry tongue quickly sought out his own tongue.
Usami gasped for air as he pulled back, glancing down at Misaki who panted as well. Usami licked his lips and murmured. “You have no idea how much I needed you this past year.”
Misaki moaned into the man's mouth as he swiftly caught his lips again. Misaki's arms found their way around Usami's shoulder. Somehow, he easily fell back into the moment. The rough texture of Usami's lips easily fell in time with his own lips, fitting perfectly. Those arms around his waist felt like they were made to be there... and that leg that had found itself between his legs... oh, how it belonged there as well.
Usami pulled away, reluctantly releasing Misaki's lips from his own. He panted as he stared down at the young man. Misaki gasped as Usami forced his way into his apartment, causing him to back pedal and fall onto the couch... which Misaki now felt had been strategically placed. Usami was on him in an instant... and it almost felt as if the past year never happened.
Usami's cool hand reached down to his lower body, rubbing his growing arousal from outside of his clothes. Misaki gasped, eyebrow knotting together as the button on his pants became undone. Usami's hot lips sought out his again, kissing him deeply as those cold hands freed his erection, stroking it gently, pushing back the foreskin gently to fondle him completely. Misaki moaned into the other man's mouth. His head felt dizzy and he couldn't believe he was allowing this to happen again.
Usami released his lips. Misaki's eyes slowly opened and met with Usami's light amethyst ones. The two stared at each other as Usami's fingers smeared pre-cum over the exposed cock. Misaki's leg twitched as Usami's grip around his arousal grew firm, Usami finally spoke once more.
“If you want me to stop, just tell me to.”
It was unlike Usami... who normally did whatever he wanted no matter what anyone thought. But the Usami before him only stared at him gently, hand holding his cock and awaiting for Misaki's yes or no. He shuddered... the twitch in his leg returned and he swiftly wrapped it around Usami's middle, causing the man's eyes to widen and glance down at him in utter shock. Misaki averted his eyes.
“... I'm not shoving you away, am I?”
That was probably the closest thing to a 'yes' and 'fuck me' he'd get from Misaki, but his heart still soared at hearing it. His grip on Misaki's cock loosened and began moving once more. Misaki panted as Usami ran his thumb over the head of his arousal as his fingers brushed against the swollen flesh... He gasped. “U-Usagi-san!”
Usami's nostrils flared at the sound of that name coming from Misaki's mouth. It felt so natural and oh so sexy to hear it again. He lowered his head and licked at Misaki's neck, lowering his head to the buttoned collar shirt. He chuckled, running his left hand around the collar. “Misaki is wearing work shirts now.”
“Shut up, pervert. I was when two years ago too!”
“It's been awhile since I've seen you.”
Misaki's brow furrowed, cheeks flushing as he glared up at the older man. Did he have to make it so unbearably embarrassing? He jumped lightly as he felt Usami gently begin to unbutton his shirt, leaving his aching erection for a moment as he focused his lips on the now exposed flesh. Usami lowered his head to the hardened nipple, running a hot tongue over it. Misaki shuddered, lifting his hips up. “A-Ah! Usagi-san!”
Usami chuckled at the enthusiastic hip thrust, leaving the nipple to travel lower. Misaki's eyes widened as Usami's mouth soon met it's destination, flicking the head of his arousal gently before engulfing it in that hot mouth. Misaki felt his toes curl and his legs spread, allowing Usami more access. Usami quickly lifted a hand, clutching the base of Misaki's penis gently, rubbing it while he managed to go down on most of it. Misaki clenched his eyes shut and lolled his head back against the feeling Usami was creating. He shuddered again, climaxing within Usami's hot mouth.
Usami pulled away, wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand and looked down at his lover. Misaki's eyes were glazed, mouth open and panting, and body slick with sweat... he looked absolutely gorgeous. Usami reached into his pocket, pulling out a small tube. Misaki's eyes widened then narrowed, catching his brother he sputtered at the older man.
“Perverted Usagi!! Tell me you were not planning this.”
Usami twisted the cap off, chuckling to himself as he poured some onto his fingers. “If I hadn't brought it, would you be willing to go without?”
Misaki blinked... no, of course he wouldn't allow Usami to rip his ass a new one! But it still made Misaki a little wary of the older man. All thoughts vanished instantly when he felt those slick fingers prodding at his entrance. He groaned as one of them managed to push it's way through gently. Usami felt heat pool in his lower stomach as he watched Misaki's face contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he pressed another finger in. Misaki cried out in pleasure as the man added a third finger, moving them slowly, bending it lightly... trying to reach that certain spot. Usami grinned as Misaki cried out louder this time, thrusting his hips back to meet his fingers.
There!
Misaki groaned. Oh god, those fingers were tormenting him. The rough feel of them pressing deeper into him, rubbing against his sensitive prostate was almost too much... and then it really dawned on him as Usami pressed into him again... he had missed this. He truly had. He fought back a whimper as Usami pulled his fingers out. The crinkling sound of the foil being torn open was soon replaced with a small silence as Usami slipped his condom on and then began rubbing more lubrication on Misaki's opening. He positioned himself. He leaned close to Misaki's ear, a smirk forming on his face.
“I have always loved you.”
Usami pushed in slowly, mouth capturing Misaki's loud cry. He stayed still once he was in completely. Misaki shuddered... it had been a year since he'd felt the feeling of Usami's cock deep within him... and somehow it still felt right. He moaned as Usami began to slip out of him, pausing as only the head remained and rammed back into him. Misaki cried out as the man began a steady rhythm. Usami held Misaki's legs apart as he pounded into his tight passage. He growled into his lover's ear.
“I won't let you go again. Never again. You belong to me.”
“Ah!!”
Usami growled, slamming into Misaki one last time before they both climaxed.
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Misaki opened his eyes blearily... when had he made it to the bedroom? Or had it been all a great dream? The smell of cigarettes said otherwise. He looked over to see Usami already looking at him, a cigarette in hand. Misaki frowned at him. “Quit watching me while I sleep, weirdo.”
“But you're so cute.”
Misaki sighed, shifting in bed... slowly realizing he was still naked. He looked up at Usami's face, who kept his eyes on his lover. “So? What does this mean?”
Usami closed his eyes, taking a small puff from his cigarette before continuing. “It means that you belong to me.”
Misaki's brow furrowed. “I don't belong to anyone!”
Usami sighed. “Well, you at least are my lover again... and only mine!”
Misaki shifted in the bed again, narrowing his eyes on the ceiling. He blinked as he felt Usami wrap his arms around him and pull him into his embrace. Misaki tried to look into the other's face but failed... Usami was doing a good job at hiding his expression. Misaki sighed, leaning into the embrace. Although he didn't like feeling like a thing... he knew he truly loved Usami and that despite it all, he needed him more than Usami would ever truly know... Sana had just been a small phase he had worked out in his life, now he knew where he truly belonged... He placed a comforting hand a top Usami's head... remember that time 11 years ago... when he had done the same thing for this man.
Never would he have thought he'd need him as much as he did now or have that feeling returned.
(The End)
A/N: LONG ROMA IS LOOONG.... AND BAD! I TRIED!
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Date: 2009-06-25 06:16 am (UTC)Hana
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Date: 2009-06-25 08:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-25 03:25 pm (UTC)(Actually, I kinda doubt Misaki would ever be able to break up with Usagi in the first place...)
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Date: 2009-06-25 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-25 11:34 pm (UTC)Misaki needs to come clean to the family, already! ^^;;
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Date: 2009-06-25 04:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-25 05:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-25 05:33 pm (UTC)I think it might've been nice if you'd addressed Usagi's preparedness. LOL Maybe Hiroki helped out. \o/
Good job :)
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Date: 2009-06-26 03:53 am (UTC)I really enjoyed reading this. ^^ Good job.
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Date: 2009-06-27 04:17 pm (UTC)