Romi shut down the computer feeling quite perturbed. There were some things in life you just never were supposed to see.
Koda shamelessly stroked himself with his back side in the air. Romi was downstairs doing something 'important' as he had put it. Koda had tried to get Romi to help him with his 'problem', but didn't couldn't find the words or the will to so. That's why he was finding release by himself.
Romi crept up the stairs with intentions of asking Koda if he wanted to go see a movie. Yet the door stopped him, as well as the noises heard from beyond it. The soft sounds that met his ears caused him to do a double take. Was his hearing correct? He pressed his head against the door and decided he was definitely hearing moaning.
The door he was once behind was flung open with a twist of his wrist. He wasn't ready, though, for the sight that was waiting for him.
"K-Koda? What....?" Romi's mouth went dry. Koda was bent over on the bed, his delicious, bare ass facing him and spread for his viewing pleasure.
"Romi, come play with me," Koda pleaded, all of his shame already thrown out the window. His hips wiggled with his demand.
And, oh, how Romi would have loved to bend him over the nearest object and pound into his tight heat repeatedly.
Don't misunderstand, that's exactly what he wanted to do. Because in the past three months, the pair had been to tired or busy to fit any romance in. Mostly because of those reasons, but somewhere in Romi's mind, he didn't want to do anything because of his fear of hurting the baby. All in all, he wanted Koda, but he didn't want to harm the baby. He would never forgive himself if that happened. Plus, after seeing those 3D sonograms on the computer, he was a tad scarred.
So, Romi left the room, shutting the door behind him and going back downstairs. He turned the computer back on, intending to blast music until his sexual frustration melted into the notes, leaving Koda alone upstairs.
Koda gaped, panting as he stared at the place Romi once stood. He wanted to follow the man and demand he give him an explanation, but was too close to completion to go though with it. But he was very unhappy.
Koda had never been denied sex. And he didn't like it. He may be the uke, but that didn't mean he couldn't love sex. In fact, though he would never admit it to anyone but himself, he'd say he was addicted to sex with Romi. Being told he couldn't have what he wanted most? That wasn't going to fly. Romi had started a war, he just didn't know it yet.
The next day, Romi found himself in another tempting situation he had no control over.
Koda snaked his arms around Romi's chest from behind the sitting man. His tongue ran across the shell of his lover's ear, stopping to nip the earlobe. He pulled back until he was mere millimeters away from where he once attended.
He whispered hotly, "Mmmm, Romi, you should stop reading. We could be doing something more active. If you sit around all day, you'll loose these hard, perfect, delicious abs I love so much." Koda drug his blunt nails up Romi's bare flesh, the muscles clenching from the pleasurable abuse.
Damn Koda for knowing his weaknesses. The dirty talk mixed with the nails scratching up his torso had excited his body more than a little bit. The boy came around the other side of him, replacing the book in his large hands with the lithe body that was Koda. That body's hips moved in circled, almost no-existent, over Romi's groin, adding to his previous words.
"We could go upstairs and test your speed and my flexibility. We could do it at the same time too. I could see how far I can spread my legs while you test how fast you can thrust into me. Hah hahh, god, Romi, it would feel so good. Your huge cock buried in me, driving me wild. Do you know how much I want you. Mmmm, Romi, can you feel how bad I need you?" Koda moaned, bucking his hips into Romi's stomach.
"Fuck," Romi whispered.
Romi remembered thinking that Spike couldn't have had better timing if he knew what was going on.
The obnoxious brunette burst through the door with no warning whatsoever. Said brunette ignored the scene before him and started speaking.
"Romi, you have to come to my house ASAP!"
"What for?" Koda asked when Romi didn't. Spike didn't miss the half-pout, half-glare plastered on Koda's face.
"Something really important!" The bass player continued.
"Can't you see we're busy?" Koda interjected. Though Koda said one thing, another was reflected in Romi's actions. His eyes had gotten wide while he shook his head behind Koda's line of sight, of course.
"Koda, Spike said it was important, so I should go," Romi disagreed, standing. Koda followed suit unwillingly, then sat back down with his arms crossed.
Romi and Spike left, ignoring the fact that the eldest man was not wearing a shirt. With a final, "Goodbye, love," they left Koda to himself once again.
This was it, Koda decided. That was the day he would get Romi in bed, whether he liked it or not. He had everything plotted out for when Romi got back from the grocery store. After all, third time's a charm, right?
Romi carried two brown paper bags of groceries and was unable to see over them. If he had been, he would have noticed Koda in the kitchen.
Koda still was not happy about the day previous. He found out after calling Mika that Spike had dragged Romi all the way over to his house to show him some idiotic YouTube video. Important. Yeah Right.
The younger of the two was clothed in nothing but a pair of short jean shorts, the article of clothing barely covering the important areas.
"R-Romi," Koda whimpered from near the sink. Romi stopped dead in his tracks where he was about to put bags on the table. The bags slowly descended to the hardwood surface. Romi hesitantly turned to the voice.
Koda was leaning on the counter, his head thrown back into a panting motion. One arm clutched at the cabinet above his head and the other on the counter behind him, his knuckles white from exertion.
Romi would have loved to ravish him then and there. But his conflicting emotions also told him otherwise. Wait a while, or hurt the baby? Wait a while, hurt the baby. His obvious choice was to wait a while.
"What's wrong Koda?" Romi dumbly asked.
"I missed you soooo much," Koda moaned, bringing his arm to the bottle of chocolate syrup on the counter.
"What are you going to do with that?" Romi inquired nervously. He didn't like where Koda was going with this. He was making it increasingly hard to refuse.
"Eat it," he replied simply, drinking from it like a water bottle and walking towards Romi. His arms were wrapped around the taller man's neck, dragging his lips across their match. Koda delved his tongue into Romi's mouth, sharing the sweet syrup with him.
Romi kissed the small man back, but did so as he pryed the man off of him. The hold on him tightened, though, while a leg was wrapped around his waist. He felt a stream of cool liquid touch his collarbone. A shudder wracked through his body as it ventured down his shirt.
"Ooops, I spilled it. Let me clean that up for you," Koda offered. Koda lifted the stained tee over Romi's head, avoiding wiping any more on the shirt. The shirt was thrown haphazardly across the room. Koda came back and placed his tongue on a hard pectoral muscle where the chocolate syrup had landed. The wet muscle trailed along the line of brown liquid, lapping it up as he went along.
Romi frantically searched for an excuse to leave again before he led Koda on too far.
"I-I need to go to the grocery store," he sputtered.
"You just got back from there," Koda pointed out kissing the man's neck.
"I forgot milk... for the syrup! Yeah! You can make chocolate milk!"
Koda hummed in amusement. Silly Romi. He worked his way down the tan body leaving a small path of saliva.
The moment Koda loosened his grip, Romi was pulling back and dashing to the door.
"I'll be back, uh, later! I'm going to, uh, Spike's house and then the store. 'Bye love!"
Koda huffed indignantly. That was the last straw. Desperate times called for desperate measures!
"Fuck me, Romi" Koda begged. The man had been avoiding him for days and Koda didn't know what he did wrong. Koda never thought he would have to resort to begging. He was sure his lover would cave before then. He was obviously very wrong.
Romi was shocked to hear such vulgar words from his uke's mouth. So shocked, he made the boy repeat himself.
"Please, Romi, fuck me!"
"Koda, I can't. Some other time," Romi denied.
"When? You've been avoiding me all week. I've tried so hard, and yet, it doesn't seem to affect you at all! Do you still love me? Is there someone else someone else...?" He trailed off. He knew how dumb the question was, but had to ask, just in case.
Romi stared for a moment, wondering where the boy's worries came from. The, he realized in the midst of avoiding the boy, he forgot to tell him why he was avoiding him.
"Oh, love, you know that's not it--" He was starting to say, but was cut off and slightly hurt by Koda.
"Then what is it bastard?!" Koda didn't mean to be so hateful, but he was fed up with being ignored. He instantly regretted calling Romi that name. The man looked as if he had hit home. That must have really stung coming from the boy. And Romi did not deserve that.
"Koda, I, you... I'm sorry. No, love, there is no one else. No, love, there is no one else. And no, you haven't done anything either, I just... I can't... I don't want to hurt the baby, okay?" The taller of the two admitted.
"Romi, you're not going to hurt the baby!"
"Even still, Koda, I can't. Please don't make me do this. Believe me, there is nothing I would love to do more that fuck you from when the sun sets 'til it rises. But, I can't, don't make me, please."
Koda instantly felt like a fool for misunderstanding. All the time he spent practically raping his husband, the man was worried about their unborn child. Did he feel like the most horrible person in the entire world at that moment? Yes.
"Romi, I'm sorry. I wish I could tell you I'll stop, but I'm not gonna so I'm not going to lie to you. I'll get you to give in eventually," Koda half apologized and half challenged.
"We'll see about that."
Koda didn't know how stubborn Romi could be.