Junjou Egoist

Like The Sun

"He looked at her as if he was seeing the sun for the first time."

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Hiroki groaned unhappily, the noise muffled by the pillow that he had shoved his face into the night prior, when he was jostled slightly and when he felt Nowaki's weight press against his back. If Nowaki was asleep and he had decided to roll over to use Hiroki as a body pillow again, it was most definitely not appreciated. Hiroki tried to shove him off as gently as possible with an elbow to the ribs, but Nowaki made no movement and only released a quick breath when Hiroki made contact with him, a bit rougher than intended.

"Glad to know that you're finally awake, Hiro-san," Nowaki purred quietly against the shell of Hiroki's ear, biting the lobe gently. A pleasant shiver trailed up and down Hiroki's spine, his ears happening to be a very sensitive part of his body, and Nowaki often took advantage of that little fact. "I've missed you so much this past week, and I want to get started on catching up with time lost as soon as possible."

Hiroki felt his cheeks flame, especially when he felt a certain hard part of Nowaki press against his lower back. "Why the hell are you so pent up?" Hiroki grumbled, trying to ignore his own arousal that was starting to swirl up in his lower belly warming his skin. But, the way Nowaki was subtly shifting his hips against him, it was all slightly difficult. "We've done some stuff this past week, so it's not like you should be going insane from sexual tension."

"Yes, Hiro-san, but we haven't really been able to make love," Nowaki murmured sensually against Hiroki's cheek, his warm breath tickling the soft skin there. "If I'm not able to join with Hiro-san completely for a while, I start to get a bit agitated. Don't you feel the same?"

"I-idiot, don't say such embarrassing things!" Hiroki exclaimed, trying to sound more angry than abashed. "And of course I don't! Unlike you I can keep my sexual urges under control," he argued, his face still hiding in the pillow in order to hide his red face. Despite his denial, he could feel his body getting more and more warm to the point he was already half hard. Nowaki's low voice and gentle kisses along the back of his neck were not helping his situation either.

"Really, Hiro-san?" Nowaki asked teasingly, his right arm snaking over to Hiroki's hip so his lower body lifted up instinctively. "Because, it seems to me as if you know exactly where I'm coming from," he whispered as his long fingers ghosted across Hiroki's crotch. Hiroki gasped at the contact and felt his body tense, expecting Nowaki to continue touching him there, but much to his disappointment the hand left. "Or am I wrong?"

Hiroki growled lowly in his throat, finding Nowaki's teasing infuriating, but he couldn't help but feel majorly turned on by it at the same time. "Y-you're not wrong," he mumbled into the pillow and scooted his body down along the mattress slightly before raising his lower body again, pushing his ass against Nowaki's clothed erection. "So… hurry up and do something."

Nowaki chuckled quietly, sticking out his tongue to run it along the shell of Hiroki's ear, making the other flinch and gasp quietly into the pillow. "As you wish, Hiro-san," he breathed against the back of his neck as he ground his hips down to meet Hiroki's own upward movements, causing each of their breaths to hitch. After a few slow minutes of just grinding against each other and heating each other up, Nowaki raised himself up so his knees were on both sides of Hiroki's calves. Hiroki attempted to flip over, thinking that Nowaki was wanting him on his back, but a firm hand on between his shoulder blades made him pause. "Stay there," Nowaki murmured lowly.

Hiroki nodded and let his eyes drift shut when he felt Nowaki's lips press against the area his hand had just been. They had both gone to sleep in just sweatpants last night, so luckily not much clothing was blocking them from each other this morning. Nowaki continued to kiss down his back, his hands working on lowering Hiroki's sweatpants down his legs. Hiroki helped him out by lifting his hips, and was quickly rewarded by a quick kiss on the shoulder. Hiroki allowed himself to smile behind the pillow, feeling his heart flutter from Nowaki's tenderness.

"I love you, Hiro-san," Nowaki said under his breath, causing Hiroki's heart to pound against his ribcage once again. No matter how many times his lover uttered those words, they would still sound brand new to the literature professor and always make his heart warm as if he was hearing them for the first time.

"I… love you too," Hiroki whispered in return, bringing his face away from his pillow just long enough to say those words, and to make sure that Nowaki was able to hear them. For Hiroki to reply with those words was still a rare occurrence, but slowly he's been growing bolder in voicing them. However, Nowaki still appreciates how rare it is to hear them sometimes since to him it just makes it more special.

"I know," Nowaki whispered before pulling down Hiroki's boxers, leaving soft kisses along the areas that were slowly revealed as he peeled the fabric away. Hiroki breath rattled out of him with anticipation, his grip on his pillow tightening as Nowaki's warm hands pulled his cheeks apart, pressing a dry finger against his entrance gently.

Hiroki gave a low whine, his back arching itself closer to the bed when he felt the finger daring to push itself through the first ring of muscle. "Nowaki," he gasped, lust-clouded eyes snapping open wide when he suddenly felt something warm and wet pressing against his rim. Was he-? When Nowaki's tongue pushed inside slightly and strong hands gripped Hiroki's hips, that answered his unfinished question.

His face tipped away from the pillow, eyes rolling to the back of his head when Nowaki's skilled tongue pressed even deeper inside of him. Loud sounds poured out of his mouth that he would be embarrassed about if his mind wasn't so hazy with pleasure. "Oh, Nowaki, mmm," Hiroki hissed through clenched teeth, pressing himself as close as physically possible to Nowaki's tongue. Hiroki has no idea how many times he has lied to Nowaki about not really liking rim jobs, and how many times Nowaki knew he was bluffing and proved it each time he went down on Hiroki in this way.

By the time Nowaki had his tongue as well as two fingers inside of Hiroki, pushing against his prostate, the annoying sound of a blaring phone suddenly cut throughout the bedroom. Nowaki paused his ministrations for a split second out of shock from hearing the abrupt sound, and Hiroki whined -not out of pleasure- when he realized whose ringtone it was.

"Nowaki," he grumbled reluctantly, his body slumping back against the bed, one hand reaching out to the nightstand. He heard Nowaki's confused and faintly hurt quiet call of his name when he spotted Hiroki grabbing his phone. "It's my mother, Nowaki. I've got to answer it because it could be an emergency."

Nowaki nodded in understanding, pulling his fingers out of Hiroki as soon as his boyfriend pressed the call button. Hiroki cried out softly into the phone when he felt the pleasurable sting from the movement, and felt his face flush when he heard his mother's confused, awkward silence from the other line. "S-sorry," he stammered out, casting Nowaki a quick glare. "I, um, just hit my hip against the corner of the TV stand in the living room." Was his voice too breathy?

"Oh," was his mother's only meek response, obviously buying his excuse. "Well, I'm glad that you're awake. I have come down for a quick visit today, and I don't know what you're apartment number is. I'm already outside of the apartment complex."

"You're what?!" Hiroki exclaimed, shooting up from where he was relaxing against the bed. All arousal was drained from his body in an instant, and all that was left was the chilled feeling of panic. "What the hell are you thinking? How do you even know where my apartment complex is? I don't recall ever telling you!"

His mother gave a disappointed sigh from the other end of the call. "It was on the address of the note you sent me a couple weeks ago. When you told me you had someone you treasure and you weren't going to accept the matchmaking photos. I'd like to meet this little lady who has stolen my Hiroki's heart."

Hiroki groaned, nearly regretting ever sending his mother the response towards the matchmaking photos that she had sent. But, there was no way around not eventually sending her a reply like that since Nowaki had already seen them, got the wrong idea, and his mother would have ended up just sending more. "It's room 257. Eighth floor. I'll see you in a bit," Hiroki muttered into the phone before hanging up.

"What's going on?" Nowaki asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"You've been wanting to meet my parents, right? Well, today you're going to, but only my mom and we're not coming out to her yet. Just get dressed and try to make it look like you didn't just have your tongue up my ass," Hiroki hissed as he quickly pulled on a random shirt and a pair of jeans.

"Huh? But… Hiro-san, the apartment is a disaster right now! And I haven't showered yet! She can't meet me like this," Nowaki rambled out quickly, standing to pull on fresh clothes instead of his ratty sweatpants.

"You're meeting her as my roommate, not my boyfriend. She understands that we both work too, so she shouldn't comment too much on the mess. Just relax," Hiroki said as soon as he heard his mother's familiar knock on the front door. Hiroki turned to leave the bedroom, but paused to glance at Nowaki over his shoulder before he left. "She'll love you anyway, okay?"

He didn't stay to hear Nowaki's response before he went towards the door, took a deep breath, and answered it with his usual frown. "What happened to telling somebody that you're coming to visit?" Hiroki asked grumpily before his mother showed herself in.

"I wanted to surprise you. Now, where's that girlfriend of yours?" she asked with her hands propped up on her hips. Hiroki had been half expecting Nowaki to pop in and casually say that he was technically the girlfriend, but it never happened. His shoulders slumped in relief.

"She doesn't live here," Hiroki said, partially lying. It was true that a girl didn't live here, but there was no girlfriend to begin with. "I do have a roommate though, and I think he might be in the bathroom right now brushing his teeth," Hiroki informed. The exact reason why his roommate was currently doing this did not need to be shared.

His mother opened her mouth to respond, but Nowaki's voice had beat her to the punch. He walked through the room, looking as calm as ever, but Hiroki could tell he was actually shaking with nerves on the inside. This was the first time meeting his mother, and even if it wasn't as his boyfriend, he still wanted to make a good first impression. "Nice to meet you, Kamijou-san," Nowaki greeted politely with a bow and small smile. "I'm Kusama Nowaki."

His mother quickly returned the bow and smiled warmly at Nowaki, clearly already liking the young pediatrician. "I'm Kamijou Fukiyo," she greeted once she straightened herself back up. "Your last name sounds quite familiar. Do your parents happen to be family friends of some sort?"

"Oh," Nowaki said easily while Hiroki winced slightly at his mother's comment about Nowaki's parents. He probably should have informed his mother that Nowaki was an orphan first. "It's probably because you've heard of the Kusama Orphanage. I was dropped off there when I was a baby, so I'm not sure who my parents actually are."

Fukiyo's green eyes widened and she quickly began to start an apology for mentioning it. Nowaki only laughed quietly, brushing off her sincere and sheepish apologies. "It's alright, Kamijou-san. I'm used to it now, so it doesn't bother me anymore when people ask me. Would you like some tea?"

"Oh, yes please. Thank you for your kindness," Fukiyo said before leading herself out over into the living room and sitting down on the smallest of his and Nowaki's couches.

The rest of the day breezed by quickly without any more hiccups after that, and Hiroki's mother had obviously quickly taken a liking to Nowaki, especially when he had said he was a pediatrician. Fukiyo had always admired doctor's who helped children, and Hiroki felt a bit of pride hearing that somebody else was glad to hear that Nowaki was such a gentle, caring soul.

When Fukiyo excused herself from the apartment, ready to go home, Hiroki had politely walked her to the door. When she had her things organized and was halfway out the door, she suddenly turned around and faced Hiroki with a gentle smile. "Good luck with him, Hiroki. He's most definitely a keeper, and make sure you come by some time with him so your father and I can meet him as your lover."

Hiroki felt his face heat up all the way to the tips of his ears. He had no idea he had been so obvious. "H-how did you figure it out?" he asked after a few failed attempts at successfully talking.

"He looked at you as if he was seeing the sun for the first time, and you smiled because you saw it each time you met his gaze. How could I not have noticed?" she asked with a smile before turning around and started making her way to the elevator. "Mother knows everything after all, right?" she asked playfully as the doors slid open, and Hiroki realized how lucky he was to have such an understanding mother.

Kind of rushed, I know, but I didn't write this to explain the first meeting. I wanted to write this to include that last sentence about the sun and everything else. The short smut scene was basically just to add slight humor when her phone call interrupts their sexy time. I hope you enjoyed!

Ja Ne!

(Unedited.)