Takahasi Misaki had had a long day. After a full day of classes, one of which was English with Kamijou the Devil, he had gone to work for seven hours. He was exhausted to say the least…all he wanted to do was put his comfiest pajamas on and go to sleep. He wondered if Usami was awake. One had to be careful with the handsome author; he was either in a childlike happiness or completely cantankerous…or worse. Maybe he would be lucky and his author boyfriend would be asleep with Suziki-san in his arms…
"Misaki! You're finally home!" The tall man greeted Misaki with a smile. "Sit, have some coffee or tea. Sit on my lap. I need to recharge on some Misaki," he said with a glittery smile; a large hand patting the seat next to his on the huge white sofa. "Oh no! I'm fine, I'm just going to go to bed and sl-" His plea was interrupted by Usami's lips gently caressing his. He felt himself being pulled onto the man's lap. Part of him wanted to fall into it; the other half wanted to run away. It wasn't that he didn't like doing things with the man and he certainly loved Usami with every fiber of his being. He simply wasn't good at expressing it...
"Usagi-san! S-stop!" Before he could be held back, he dashed upstairs to his room. He was so relieved to be in his room that he didn't even notice the door being opened. Before he knew it, Usami was staring at him; his lips pouting like a naughty child's. "Usagi-san! What a surprise to see you here! I was just about to go to bed, you should too! Tomorrow I'll make eggs, I know they're your favorite because they're y-" Before he could finish, Usagi had pushed him onto the bed; his muscular body pressing into Misaki's slim frame. A pleading expression was on his masculine, usually impassive face.
"Misaki. I missed you." Misaki blushed. He would never admit it but he had missed Usami too; they always missed one another when they were apart. They were practically the same body sometimes. "Um, I, uh, you just saw me! How can you miss me when I'm right here?" His arms flew wildly and he attempted to sit up. With one large hand Usami pressed him back down; a serious look was on his face.
"Lately Misaki is very busy with work and school. I don't see you very often and I need my Misaki. Otherwise, I feel lonely." A frown settled on his lips. Misaki was stunned. He never meant to make his lover feel lonely...he just had so much to do and sometimes wasn't in the mood to be petted and played with.
"Umm, umm, I never meant to make you feel sad. I'm sorry, Usagi-san!" He couldn't make Usami feel sad or alone; Misaki himself knew that feeling and it was horrible. In the two years since he had been living with Usami as a cleaning freeloader, the two were rarely apart and had gotten used to one another's unusual company...his thoughts were interrupted by Usami kissing his neck. A seductive smirk lay on his lips; the sad expression completely gone. Had Misaki been played?! Here he had been feeling guilty and now Usami was smiling like a kid who'd just gotten candy from a baby!
"Then make it up to me," Usami purred, "let me touch you in all the places you told me you love so much." Without waiting for a response, he began to lick Misaki's body where the skin was exposed; pulling Misaki's work shirt off with ease. Heat flooded from Misaki's body but before he fell into passion's ease, a certain thought crossed his mind.
"Are you talking about that stupid video? You asked me when I was under the influence of drugs! That's not fair! I WOULD NEVER SAY THOSR STUPID THINGS! STUPID RABBIT!" However, Usami ignored Misaki's flailing arms and continued disrobing him. Before he knew it, Misaki realized just how much he had missed Usam's hot touch.
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