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October 1, 2010
Satori—in Zen Buddhism, it is the sudden intuitive state of enlightenment. It's a Japanese word, ironic, no?
Hiroki was staring very hard at a book when Nowaki came home from work. "I'm home," he called.
"Welcome back," Hiroki said tightly. Nowaki looked confused. Why did he sound upset?
"Is everything okay?"
"Fine."
Nowaki watched as Hiroki shifted uncomfortably even while fighting to continue to stay zeroed in on the book.
Nowaki's satori kicked in and he went over and pulled the book down to see that Hiroki was hiding an erection. Nowaki looked into his lover's eyes and smirked.
"Brat! Get out!" Hiroki ordered.
"No way, Hiro-san." Nowaki leaned down and pressed a hand to the smaller man's pants and Hiroki let out a pained moan.
"Asshole," he murmured before Nowaki silenced him with a kiss.
"Yes, yes," he replied, kissing him once more.
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