Warning - this chapter includes sexual situations. Don't read it if you are offended by this.


POV Takao

"I promised your dad that I'd make you get in bed and rest for at least two hours, so out of your uniform and into something comfortable, now," I ordered.

He scowled at me; the tone of voice had been a calculated risk, but I didn't relent and eventually, he began slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

"Are you going to stare at me?" he asked and some of the normal Shin-chan crept back into his voice.

"If I thought you'd actually do as you were told, I wouldn't have to," I challenged.

He only got as far as loosening all the buttons and revealing the pale skin below, before he sighed and collapse on top of the futon covers. He rested a arm on his forehead just above his glasses and turn his eyes toward the ceiling.

"Shin-chan…"

"I will lie here for exactly two hours and then I will get up and go to the hospital; your promise will be fulfilled." Again, once decided, he would not be deterred.

"Ok, Shin-chan," I smirked.

"Come," he snapped, "if you hover over me, I'll have no rest."

He never took his eyes off the ceiling as I carefully knelt beside him and then took a place about 15 centimeters to his right. I pillowed my head on my arm and turned on my side to face him, my knees bent just a little.

He made an annoyed sound in the back of his throat and turned his face toward mine.

"I invited you here, don't make me regret it," he told me. I reached out a hand and placed it on his ribs on the far side of his body. His skin was cold and he shivered a little at the contact. I pulled back, but he caught my hand and pushed it back onto his bared flesh. He continued to stare at me.

I touched my lips to his and as I pulled away I felt the tiniest hint of a response: our first kiss.

"Too much?" I asked, knowing that Shin-chan's pace was slower than most.

"Not enough," he breathed.

I moved in closer, pressing my chest against his side and put my hand on his jaw, tilting his head a little more in my direction. It was a needy, thrilling thing, our second kiss. I had an intense desire to shove my tongue in his mouth, but his lips were firmly closed and I didn't know how to encourage him to do more.

"Does this meet the spirit of your promise?" he asked as our mouths parted once again.

"You are lying down," I smirked and pushed his chin up so that I could lay a trail of kisses down his throat.

"You've done this before," he accused.

"Nope, but trust me, I've visualized this a thousand times."

"I can…tell," he sighed when I stopped to push aside his shirt to reach the intersection of his shoulder and collarbone. He fumbled at his clothing, trying to help me expose more flesh.

"Shut up, Shin-chan and let me do all the work," I suggested, batting his hands away. My tongue slid across the top of his pectoral muscles, lapping at his salty, metallic skin. He groaned when I put my lips to his right nipple and his left hand threaded into my hair. I traced his ribs with my hand, earning a most coveted chuckle. I kissed my way down to his bellybutton and looked up at him with half-closed eyes. Shin-chan had rearranged the pillow somehow so that his head titled down to watch me worship him with my mouth and tongue.

"Are you going to stare at me?" I echoed his earlier question with a wide grin.

"Do I have leave to speak again?" he sneered in reply.

"Only if you are relaxed," I told him.

"Ninety-nine percent of me is," he admitted, "but you've failed to account for the one percent."

"I've heard no complaints so far," I teased and then sucked on the point of his hip bone that was exposed above the waist of his pants.

"Admirable work," he acknowledge, "but…"

"But what, Shin-chan?" I asked, as I shifted a leg over his to straddle him.

"Takao?" he asked and a beautiful bloom of color spread out across his cheeks. I didn't ask, I simple undid the fly of his pants and pushed down the material of his underwear to expose his intimidatingly long penis.

"Don't do this," Shin-chan said, his voice all husky. My mouth dropped open and I gawked at him. "Unless you want this as much as I do," he said. "I will not permit this to be anything other than perfectly consensual."

"Oh, silly Shin-chan." I could have died from those words alone and done so happily, but instead I smiled and licked the 16 or so centimeters of rock hard flesh bouncing deliciously between his legs. As I slipped as much of him in my mouth as I could, I locked eyes with him. He moaned as I tried everything I'd ever read about and tried to gauge which brought him the most pleasure. He kicked, freeing himself from his pants and I guided his underwear off as well. There! The combo of tongue and teeth and suction arched his back and brought a strangled cry to his lips.

"Kazunari," he whispered, half-curse, half-prayer. He looped one knee over my shoulder, spreading his legs further apart and I pushed down as far as I could until he touched the back of my throat. I gagged but kept going as the bandaged fingers of his left hand stroked my cheek.

I cupped his balls, heavy and tight in my hand and rolled them gently. Seeing no reaction, I moved my hand south, exploring his flesh until his body clenched as my finger circled the warm tense opening between his butt cheeks. I retreated just a little and then circled again and Shin-chan's loose legs spread further apart. He pushed into the futon, lowering his back to the floor, and angled his hips upwards. Gasping for breath, I tried to slip him out of my mouth long enough to ask a question, but he urged my head back down with one large hand palming the back of my head.

"You don't need permission…to make me…feel…good." That last word was drawn out.

I hadn't swallowed in so long that drool was running down my chin, but I wiped my fingers in it and prayed it would be enough lubricant to make this work. As my finger slid into him, all those small encouraging noises he'd been muffling into the back of his hand went silent. He gasped once and came without warning. The geyser of thick warm fluid hit the back of my mouth and flooded every which way. I took what I could and pulled away choking.

"That was rude of me," Shin-chan pushed me into a sitting position and patted my back as I hocked milky fluid out of my nose.

"Was very good," I slurred. Shin-chan offered me a canned soup, which I used to swish out my mouth before swallowing away the last remains of him. He pulled off his shirt and used it to clean the mess from my face. When he was sure I was in no immediate distress, he fell back unto the covers, boneless and gorgeously naked. His whole body, from scalp to tips of his toes, was suffused in a contented peach glow.

"Think you can sleep now?" I taunted.

"Can't think at all," he murmured and smiled at me.

"I like that smile," I said and instead of hiding or denying it, he widened it.

"I like this pace," he said and grabbed my arm, pulling my down onto his chest.

"It's a good pace," I said and he readily opened his mouth as we kissed this time.

"Take off your clothes," he ordered as our lips came apart.

"You don't have to –"

"Don't make me repeated myself," he growled and began undoing the buttons of my shirt.

"I…"

"What?"

"Not every is as comfortable naked as you are," I said, eyes averted.

"We've been naked before each other countless times, Kazunari. Why is this any different?"

"You've always had your glasses off before."

He reached up and tore his glasses off and threw them across the room towards the kotatsu that doubled as his desk. Even for Shin-chan the action was extreme, but I liked the hungry, lustful, unfocused gaze and in seconds I was undressed and pressed up alongside of him. His heavily calloused hand explored every piece of skin he could reach: my back, my butt, my stomach and chest, as if he were a blind man memorizing the terrain. Kissing him was so damn easy, his tongue in my mouth, then mine in his, as easy as breathing in and out.

"Soft," he muttered as his fingers caressed the trail of hair that ran down the middle of my abs and down into the v of my legs. "Not so soft," he amended as he found what he'd been searching for.

"Of course not," I teased as he tightened his grip.

"What would you suggest I do to relieve some of this…tension?" he asked, his voice sultry as he moved kisses across my cheek to my ear.

"Anything," I sputtered as he tongue licked the inside of my ear.

"Anything isn't helpful, Kazunari," he purred. "I have no idea what I'm doing. How do we consummate this partnership?"

All the blood rushed from my head and I stopped breathing until he bit lightly on my earlobe. "Don't die on me, Kazunari. I refuse to train a new partner."

"My finger earlier, like that only…" I couldn't bring myself to say the words, but Shin-chan had always been a quick study. He rolled away for a second, searching for something with squinted eyes.

"This would go smoother if I wasn't blind," he groused and I saw how hard he was again. This was going to hurt, but he was worth it.

"Will this help?" he asked, finally finding what he'd been looking for. He tossed me a bottle of extra-moisturizing hand cream.

"Yeah," I breathed, thankful that he wasn't as ignorant as he claimed. He lay beside me and threw one leg over me.

"Be gentle with me," he said as he nibbled on the spot where my neck met my shoulder.

"What?"

"Your finger felt good, but I'm concerned that your penis is much large," he said. I put a hand on his chin and made him look at me. He squinted and came forward until his forehead rested on mine.

"I've decided," he said. "I want this, but that doesn't mean I'm not nervous as well."

"I thought you meant…" No, I stopped from saying I thought I would be the one split open, but if this is what he wanted, I had no desire to deny him. "Never mind. You are beautiful and wonderful and I don't deserve you."

"Hardly," he muttered and I kissed him as we rolled over so that he was under me.