~First, I must say, I feel like SUCH a perv. I did not think the loooove scene would get this drawn out…I mean it's like 6 pages on word. So, sorry for those who don't like lots and lots of lovin…although I don't know why you would be readin' Junjou Romantica if you don't.

I should get out of the way that Junjou Romantica is NOT mine. It belongs to god a.k.a. Shungiku Nakamura and Kadokawa publishers. …Although sometimes I feel like I belong to it…aaaanyway….

Thank you to everybody who read the first chapter and came back to read the second. The feedback I got made me very, very happy. If there are any suggestions or recommendations I'd be delighted to hear them. Please excuse my grammar sometimes though. I tend to write this stuff really fast cuz sometimes I embarrass myself

Xoxo,

Alyce うさみ

p.s. sorry I kinda complicated matters in this chapter .' but I had to express one of my biggest fantasies! Lol

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Understanding his incoherent speech, Akihiko's heart beat in anticipation. "Okay," he said, letting a smile spread across his lips. "Just do what you know you like."

Misaki swallowed his nervousness and gazed beseechingly at Akihiko's large throbbing erection before allowing himself to move closer. Akihiko leaned back on his elbows, weaving one of his large, pale hands through Misaki's velvet black hair, as his young lover experimentally licked the tip and sucked it between his lips. Akihiko's breath got shallower as Misaki licked and sucked down the length of his shaft, running his tongue over the sensitive flesh and gently sweeping his fingertips along the base. Akihiko couldn't help but admire the long eyelashes and flushed cheeks as his boyfriend engrossed himself in giving him the same pleasure Akihiko so often gave to him. "Misaki," he sighed softly, followed by a deep groan as he pulled harder on Akihiko's erection then licked the precum off the tip. "Misaki," Akihiko warned, "you should stop."

With a hurt look, Misaki turned his eyes towards his lover's and asked, "It doesn't feel good?" Akihiko took a quick inhale at the yearning desire to please him in his dark, emerald eyes and almost lost all control at that moment. He'd never be accustomed to the innocence that radiated through Misaki's entire being even when lust was fueling his actions.

"No, love," he reassured him, "I'm about to cum."

Sitting back on his heels, Misaki gazed down with a sweet smile and half lidded eyes at his hand still leisurely stroking the throbbing organ. After running a finger over the tip one last time and licking the white liquid off in a slow dramatic movement, pausing to suck the entire length of his finger, he lay down on Akihiko's flat, taut stomach, so their erections rubbed sensually against each other. Akihiko's heart beat like an anvil at Misaki's playful gestures and the overpowering desire to flip him over and fuck him until they were both completely spent. Misaki couldn't believe how turned on he had gotten from the feeling of Akihiko filling his mouth and his desires were riding the same track as his lover's, but they were also both marveling in the potency of allowing their needs to grow and build to astronomic levels until they completely consumed each other. Misaki crawled seductively up Akihiko's chest, his hair tickling the skin tingling with nerves and lightly nipped and sucked his way up to his neck, stopping to gently massage a nipple with his tongue then run his lips over the length of his collarbone and up his neck. Akihiko's soft sighs pulsed adrenaline into Misaki's veins and Akihiko pulled his chin up so their lips met. They both groaned in ecstasy as their lips battled for dominance of the kiss and Misaki willingly parted his lips to allow Akihiko's tongue to explore his mouth and tangle passionately with his own. "Usagi san," Misaki moaned longingly, "I..want you…now." He managed the words around forceful lips.

Misaki mewled softly as Akihiko kissed the back of his thigh and he held onto the low headboard with both hands. Breathing in shallow rasps, Misaki savored every soft kiss slowly making their way up his back until Akihiko's tongue ran over his neck. With one solid thrust, Akihiko filled Misaki with his entire length and wrapped his large, cool hand around the younger boy's erection and pumped him in time with his strong thrusts. In a rush of impatience, Akihiko threw Misaki on his back and pressed so strong into his soft body, he cried out in pain and pleasure before wrapping his slim arms around Akihiko's neck and undulating his hips to meet his lover's strong thrusts. After Akihiko had filled Misaki with the hot, white liquid that ran down both their thighs and Misaki lay panting and flushed bright red in his arms. Tiny bruises covered his thin, feverish frame and beads of sweat evaporated on his hips and arms. Misaki's spent body, so open and self assured with half lidded eyes, and legs splayed haphazardly around his older lover's waist, was the most perfect and beautiful creation Akihiko had ever seen. Those slightly parted, swollen, cherry red lips, drew in mouthfuls of hot, sticky air and one of his arms lay across his sticky, wet stomach while the other unconsciously stroked at Akihiko's thigh like he was reassuring himself that he was tangible in front of him. "You're perfect," Akihiko whispered to himself, but Misaki heard his quiet sentiment and sat up to lay his head against his chest.

"I love you," Misaki said.

"I love you too."

Without needing further words, Akihiko swept Misaki into his arms and walked to the bathroom. After they were done washing each other's bodies and one more round of making love, they stepped out of the shower, exhausted and drunk with the thick after effect of sex. Their flesh and muscles and bones were tired and sore, but infinitely beautiful to the other and they reveled in every slight touch. Curled into one another's arms, they lay naked on top of the feathery layers of comforters and spoke quietly for another couple of hours. The smell of clean, sweet soap and sex lay heavy in the air, weaving a cocoon around them and they kissed and touched and talked until thin slivers of light started leaking through the open bedroom door, blue then tinted with pink. Akihiko pulled Misaki up, wrapping a blanket around both of them and they walked downstairs. The glass walls bled the colors of sunset as the whole living room became enveloped in the bright morning and the way the orange sun reflected off Misaki's hair and his eyes sparkled like emeralds with a million facets captured Akihiko's breath. Sensing he was being watched, Misaki turned slightly in his arms and looked into his face, his perfect creamy white skin and glittering hair of silver thread suddenly dulled the beauty of the sun stretching from its slumber. He sighed and allowed his lips to be softly kissed. They nursed each other's quiet needs, entwining their hands and leaning into one another's arms. Akihiko swept his lips across the underside of Misaki's left wrist and held his hand against his mouth, while his other hand pressed against his tiny lower back and he whispered the words, "Marry me."

TBC…