Chapter Twenty: Black Lace

Wednesday afternoon, Hiroki was sitting in his office grading papers, when Miyagi came in followed by the Takatsuki boy.

Looking up, the assistant questioned, "Professor, why is Takatsuki here yet again? Doesn't he have classes at Teito to attend?"

Shinobu frowned, "I've finished my classes for today. However we wanted to ask you something," he nudged Miyagi forward.

Miyagi rolled his eyes, scratching the back of his neck, "We were wondering, if you'd let us babysit Niro tonight. He can stay the night at our place."

Hiroki had been about to say he doubted Niro would enjoy it, not with them, although he recalled that Niro had a little boy crush on Takatsuki, Takahashi too. It was all he talked about. Not the great novelist himself, but Takatsuki-san and Takahashi-san.

"Why?" He questioned though, suspiciously.

Shinobu glowered up at Miyagi who seeing his glower laughed nervously, "Well you see, Shinobu..." when he was nudged again he added, "and I, wanted to see how it would be to watch a child together. Since Shinobu still wants to have nine with me, through adoption or surrogacy."

Shinobu nodded to confirm it.

Hiroki blinked, "Well, if Niro is fine with it...though right now he's at Akihiko's place."

"We can wait."

Shinobu wrapped his arms around Miyagi's waist and tilted his head back, "Miyagi..."

Blinking the older dark haired man looked down, "What Shinobu-chin?"

"Kiss me."

Miyagi chuckled, Shinobu had always been quite demanding, like when he'd told him to fuck him back in the early stages before he fell completely for the adorable young man. Cupping a pale cheek in hand, he tilted the dirty blonde haired youths head back and kissed him fiercely, leaving them both panting for more.

Hiroki growled, "You'd best not do that in front of Niro."

Miyagi, "Don't worry, we wont. We're going to use the closet, if we take care of this now, there will be no need later when Niro is over."

Hiroki frowned, but he had a class to get to.

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Later that day, after Niro had excitedly agreed to go with the professor and the deans son, Hiroki was alone at home. Nowaki had returned to work that day and he himself was quite lonely. With all the chores done and not having his son there, and he had come to think of him as his son quite quickly, he was bored.

Even the books held no appeal, longing for something new, or perhaps mere pining. Which was quite unusual, for he could read his beloved books over and over again and get lost for hours, yet he had no patience for them at that moment.

Even drinking half a six pack hadn't helped lessen the unrest that he felt, ever since Niro had gone off to spend the evening, if not the night with the professor and Shinobu.

Aside from that, there was still that ominous unopened box that Akihiko had left for him last night after the party thrown for Niro.

The little boy had really enjoyed all the presents he'd received, though he himself had made sure to go through everything alongside Nowaki. Luckily, it was Misaki who had picked everything out, if it had been Akihiko, he shuddered to think what might have resulted.

His eyes were inevitability drawn back to that box, wondering what in the world Akihiko could have placed in it. It had felt too light to be a book, wasn't the right sized box anyway.

Finally, he went over to inspect it, finding a note inside above thin white paper.

Hiroki, why not give your Nowaki a nice surprise? I know I had a lot of fun when Misaki wore something similar for me.

Sincerely, Akihiko.

Brows furrowed, the brunette glared down at whatever might be hidden by that thin sheet and hesitantly removed it.

"What the hell?!" He lifted each item one by one to inspect, growing ever more enraged.

Everything was made from lace, all of it black. Elbow length black lace gloves and matching fishnet stockings, a garter-belt too.

As he was about to throw it all away, he recalled what it said not just in Akihiko's note, but the plan he had made for the month of July and seeing as Niro was at Miyagi's place...

Shaking his head, not quite believing what he was about to do, he donned the clothes carefully after slowly, somewhat shakingly removing his own.

Once he was dressed, he went back to the bedroom he and Nowaki now shared, to look in the full length mirror on the closet door.

He muttered, "I look ridiculous."

He'd not heard the door open nor the person entering calling out to say they were home while he'd been changing.

Nowaki however walked into the bedrrom. He'd thought perhaps his beloved was taking a nap, all of Hiro-san's shoes having been at the entrance of their apartment. Once he looked up from the floor as he placed his bag aside, stared, wide eyed at his lover, "Hiro-san?" His jaw lax in bewilderment.

Hiroki whirled around his eyes also wide, "Nowaki! When did you..." he must not have heard him, too lost in what he was doing.

As he recalled what he was wearing, blushed like mad, "Uh, I'm going to change right now."

Nowaki however walked up to him, his back pressed against the mirror as he looked up into his lovers beautiful blue irises, "Nowaki?"

Nowaki smiled lightly running his fingertips up Hiroki's wrists to his shoulders, "Hiro-san, you're beautiful."

"How can a man be beautiful?!" He yelled gruffly.

Nowaki, "In my eyes you are," and with that his mouth came crashing down on Hiroki's.

When Nowaki's thumb caressed his nipple, Hiroki moaned, "No-waki."

Nowaki smirked against Hiroki's lower lip, which he grazed with his teeth, "Don't worry Hiro-san, I'm going to take very good care of you," proceeding to pepper kisses over each cheek, licking the outer shell of one of Hiroki's ears.

Hiroki's hands went up to tug lightly on Nowaki's dark hair, before his hands found their way beneath Nowaki's shirt, gruffly, "You have too many clothes on."

"Then take them off of me," said Nowaki as he sucked Hiroki's earlobe into his mouth, sucking on the sensitive flesh that had his lovers body shuddering in pleasure in his arms.

The shorter of the two frowned, but took the hem of the others shirt and rolled it up, "Lift your arms," to which the other complied, though had to bend down so that his lover could fully remove his shirt.

Hiroki startled Nowaki, by pushing him toward the bed and then pushing him down upon the mattress and crawling over him, straddling his waist.

He rubbed his barely clad ass over Nowaki's erection, which was obviosuly constricted by the pants he wore.

Beneath him his lover groaned, "Hiro-san."

Hiroki managed to smirk, just a little, for a moment, "You want to fuck this ass don't you Nowaki," maybe he was just drunk enough or at least buzzed enough not to be so embarrassed.

He heard Nowaki groan again, his lover taking a hold of him by his waist and bucked up.

"Nowaki," he leaned forward, running his black lace gloved hands over his chest, running over Nowaki's nipples.

Nowaki moaned once more, his own hands going to beneath the garter belt, to brush his fingers over Hiroki's cock, which twitched to life further, beneath his touch.

Hiroki growled and quickly undid the belt, button and zipper of Nowaki's pants and removed them before straddling his lover once again.

Leaning forward, kneeling over Nowaki, one knee on either side, he brushed his mouth softly across Nowaki's. A teasing kiss as he murmured, "Tell me what you want Nowaki."

"Ride me Hiro-san, ride me like I'm a bucking bronco that you just can't afford to let go," he spoke whilst his hands ran up and down Hiroki's fishnet stockings thighs.

Hiroki hearing that reached beneath a pillow for a tube of lube, Nowaki watching, as he squeezed a good amount onto his fingers and reached behind himself to slip it between his ass cheeks. He used his fingers to prepare himself, slipping them inside, slowly, thrusting his fingers in and out, preparing his anus for intrusion. A welcome intrusion that could bring him to mind numbing pleasures.

Nowaki, as he watched, salivated, licking his lips which suddenly felt dry. His favorite dish before him.

Hiroki slipped his fingers from his ass and then lifted the bottle up again to pour some onto Nowaki's cock, tossing the bottle aside as he pumped his hand up and down his lovers length.

Finally, positioning himself over the only cock he ever wanted inside him for the rest of their lives he slowly took him inside, inch by inch.

Nowaki smiled up at Hiroki, his ocean blue eyes darkening to navy as he held his beloved Hiro-san by the waist.

Once Hiroki had all of Nowaki's cock inside him, moaning as he'd moved farther and farther he began to rock his hips and bounce up and down his lovers length. Each movement more pleasurable than the last.

Nowaki helped him move by holding onto his hips and helping lift him off and slam him back down over and over.

Using one of his hands, Hiroki took his own cock in his hold and began to pump as the two grew closer and closer to climaxing.

Several minutes of pumping, bouncing and thrusting later the two through back their heads and cried out in sheer ecstasy.

Both knowing that having a cock stimulating ones prostate could become uncomfortable, even painful unless the receiver was erect, Nowaki slipped his cock out from Hiroki's ass and held him close.

Turning his head, he softly brushed a kiss atop Hiro-san's head, both contently sighing before falling asleep.