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Chapter 11
Angel. It was a good name, Shusei thought. Itching to play the song again, he pressed his feet onto the pedal, before starting from the beginning. 'This might be one of my best compositions ever,' he thought as his fingers ran smoothly across the black and white keys.
He would be leaving for his world tour on the day after tomorrow and although he was looking forward to it, his heart aches at the thought of being separated from Hotsuma.
The past few days were torture. Hotsuma seemed to be his usual self, although Shusei sensed a slight tenseness from the blond. Hotsuma seemed a little quiet and distant, and Shusei wondered whether his decision was in fact, the correct one.
His thoughts were interrupted and his fingers stopped midway of the song when he heard a soft knock on the door. Hotsuma stepped into the study/studio, throwing an apologetic glance at the interruption. "I'm sorry for interrupting when you are working, Shusei. But I really need to talk to you," said Hotsuma in a serious tone.
Shusei rested his hands onto his knees, before waving off Hotsuma's apology, assuring him that it was no bother. Hotsuma took a chair and sat next to Shusei in front of the piano.
"What is it, Hotsuma?" asked Shusei, wondering what was on the blonds' mind.
Hotsuma exhaled loudly, allowing his shoulders to relax before staring into Shusei's eyes. "I just want you to know that I really am proud of you, Shusei," Hotsuma began. "No… don't interrupt me," he insisted when Shusei seemed to want to open his mouth to say something.
"To be honest, I initially felt very insecure… I-I just can't imagine what would be like without you for the next few months, but I know that this is part of your life… Hell, I know you have worked hard to achieve this," Hotsuma waved his hands, gesturing at Shusei's career.
"I-I guess what I wanted to say is, Shusei, do your best," Shusei's eyes widened, his heart fluttering at Hotsuma's words. Hotsuma clasped onto Shusei's hands with slightly trembling fingers. "I'll wait for you, Shusei. I'll always wait for you no matter how long you will go or how far you will be," Hotsuma whispered, breathing a sigh of relief. He had wanted to get this off his chest for the past few days, and his body felt surprisingly lighter after doing so.
Shusei felt unshed tears of emotion threatening to well up in his eyes, and all he could was to just lean forward and throw his arms across Hotsuma's shoulders, embracing him. "The next few months without you will be torture for me too," Shusei confessed, his heart brimming with love for this man in front of him. Hotsuma pulled his face back, catching a glimpse at Shusei's passion filled orbs before leaning in to kiss the brunet.
Shusei could only respond heatedly and he raised himself off the piano chair, moving to a better position. Hotsuma was still seated on his chair while Shusei was half standing and his other knee was resting against the piano chair.
Cupping both cheeks, Shusei deepened the kiss, wanting to take in as much as possible. For the next few months, he would not be able to kiss or touch Hotsuma and the thought of it was unbearable. Hence, their movements were desperate, both battling for dominance as they drowned themselves in their own pool of passion.
Hotsuma released the kiss, and then dragged Shusei by the wrists to the long couch a few steps away from them. He firmly led Shusei to lie down on the couch, claiming the slightly swollen lips. Suckling down gently on Shusei's lower lip, Hotsuma moved his hand further down and push his hand underneath the shirt, allowing his hands to trace Shusei's bare skin.
Shusei moaned loudly into Hotsuma's lips, feeling new waves of pleasure coursing through him as he bit onto Hotsuma's lips, making the blond let out a throaty growl filled with desire.
Desire filled within himself, Shusei reached for Hotsuma's shirt, lifting them up over the blond head, ridding Hotsuma from the clothing article. He ran his fingers across the other's chest and down to six planes of muscle on the stomach, and Hotsuma groaned with pleasure.
With this intimate exchange of touches, both their walls came down quickly and they were sucked into their own private world, a world filled with passion and love.
"Hotsuma…" Shusei breathed into the sweet mouth above his, before letting his own lips and tongue travel all over the tanned neck and chest, nipping and suckling gently. He didn't know what he was actually doing, but it all came so naturally to him when involved Hotsuma. He suddenly felt large hands bringing his face back up for another passionate kiss.
He moaned and whimpered, his mind was hazy and the room was actually spinning in his head as he felt the soft lips make contact with his. They had never had such an intense make out before and Shusei shivered in excitement when he looked into the smoldering eyes above him and saw the genuine hunger in them. Hotsuma's golden orbs were actually lit up in a burning raw passion. Shusei could clearly see the raw passion in Hotsuma's eyes, which sent delicious shivers raking over his body.
Hotsuma smothered the red lips as he stripped Shusei of his shirt, unbuttoning it impatiently. Breathlessly, Hotsuma lowered his head onto Shusei's chest, running his tongue over the smooth body. Shusei's breath hitched and he gasped when Hotsuma nibbled onto Shusei's neck and trace butterfly kisses all over the old burn scars. "This is payback for that time you teased me, Shusei," he whispered huskily into Shusei's ear, before nibbling gently onto the earlobe and Shusei could only whimper back, his mind unable to form coherent words.
The first time that he and Hotsuma had made love was a couple of months ago – when they were just reunited, where everything was slow and gentle. This time, Shusei felt himself losing all rationale as he felt Hotsuma overtaking his senses.
Shusei wrapped an arm around the broad shoulders while the other hand caressed down the long spine. He brought Hotsuma closer and whispered to the pierced ear. "Hotsuma. Take me," he breathed out raggedly, causing the blond to tense a little in surprise before pulling away slightly to stare into the hazel eyes, which held nothing but genuine love.
Hotsuma glanced at the half lidded eyes, the flushed cheeks and growled lightly before putting his arms around his back and the back of his knees and lifted the thinner man easily. Shusei blinked a surprise. "Hotsuma, wha-" Shusei gasped lightly in surprise.
Hotsuma turned and walked towards the door of the studio. He glanced down at Shusei, fighting back the urge to just claim his lover right there. "Not on the couch," he whispered back gently as he stepped into their shared bedroom.
Shusei was overwhelmed by Hotsuma's thoughtfulness and wrapped his arms around the bare shoulders and fervently claimed the warm lips. Hotsuma swallowed, his mind going into bliss as he allow himself and the brunet to fall onto the bed, which groaned at the sudden weight.
Shusei adjusted his position as he felt his back hitting the covers of the bed, not once letting go of the kiss. When they finally broke apart, Shusei looked up tenderly at the man atop of him and his heart overflowed with the feelings of love. His long, thin fingers weaved into the blond hair that fell attractively from behind one ear and before he know it, the words that sent Hotsuma's heart fluttering came out from his lips.
"I love you, Hotsuma," Shusei whispered, his eyes locked to Hotsuma's mesmerizing gold ones. "God, I love you so much," Shusei repeated as he felt tears welling up in his eyes. Hotsuma's gaze softened and Shusei could feel the thundering heartbeat of Hotsuma's chest beneath his palms.
Hotsuma cupped the side of Shusei's face and wiped away the single tear that had fallen from Shusei's eyes. "I love you as well, Shusei," he whispered. Hotsuma caressed the swollen lips with his fingertips before replacing his fingertips with his lips and capturing the soft lips tenderly. "I will always love you no matter what," he said between kisses, his hands traveling lower to remove Shusei's pants. After that, no more words were exchanged as they consummate their love.
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