Neko- Hiro
Chapter Forty-Nine: Love
Nowaki followed Hiroki into the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the shower.
Hiroki faced Nowaki. Nowaki had already turned him on sometime ago, though the neko would never admit it. Seeing the desire in the dark eyes across from him at the breakfast table had done it. Well, if Hiroki was perfectly honest, just seeing Nowaki period was actually more than enough.
Nowaki was wearing a tight white t-shirt and his pajama pants. He'd put the t-shirt on before he started breakfast, as bare skin and hot oil don't really go well together (at least over a kitchen stove). Nowaki grabbed his shirt at the bottom and slowly stripped it off over his head.
Hiroki watched as inch by inch Nowaki's amazing body was revealed. It was so fine… every time the neko saw it he was filled with appreciative awe. Nowaki had told him yesterday that up until just recently, he'd had another job outside of his internship and his other employment doing construction work. The result of this manual labor showed in the tight rippled abdomen of the tall man's lean torso and the hard swell of the practiced pectorals filling Nowaki's broad chest.
Hiroki's eyes traced down Nowaki's flat stomach to the delicious wispy line of fine dark hair, the path that led from Nowaki's low belly down to his quickening member. The thin cotton fabric of the man's pants was rapidly tenting out in the front.
While Hiroki had always been an athletic hybrid, in addition to a scholar, he was keenly aware of what his time with Tsumori had done to his body. Right now, next to the shining specimen of Nowaki's physique, the hybrid felt completely inadequate.
Though his new mate…erm…owner had seen him bare several times now, on each occasion the proud hybrid had been loath to display his present deficiencies. Even now, with his cheeks burning, the neko very self-consciously started to pull off the nightshirt that he was wearing.
"No, Hiro-san." Nowaki interrupted; his voice was surprisingly tentative, "please, unbutton it slowly for me instead." The burning plea in his eyes underscored his request.
Hiroki's blush deepened. He bit back the urge to say something snappy to hide his embarrassment, and instead, as it was their anniversary, started to fumble with the buttons on the shirt. It was all he could do to keep his slender fingers from shaking.
Nowaki undid the drawstring on his pajama bottoms and slipped carefully out of them, his intense dark eyes never leaving Hiroki.
Hiroki determinedly kept his eyes on the buttons of Nowaki's nightshirt, though it was very hard to maintain. His gaze was continually, almost magnetically, pulled to Nowaki's long, thick, and now fully erect cock.
When the last button was undone, Nowaki stepped up to the nervous neko and cupped the catman's fine jaw in between both of his hands. Hiroki's large eyes looked up at him, filled with anxious anticipation. Nowaki was deeply moved as his own blue-black eyes searched Hiroki's, seeing in their dark depths, as always, both the neko's tremendous fragility and his strength.
He bent down and whispered into Hiroki's shaved ear.
"I love you, Hiro-san."
His mouth slowly drifted lower down to meet Hiroki's. Nowaki gently caught the neko's bottom lip between his own. Then his lips moved up, capturing Hiroki's upper lip as well. He teased the underside of it ever so gently with his tongue.
Hiroki's hands moved on their own accord, clasping Nowaki's face between them likewise and pulling the man into him as he opened himself up to the kiss. Their oral embrace quickened and deepened as their tongues explored the increasingly familiar territory of each others' mouth.
Nowaki's large warm hands released Hiroki's chin while the pair maintained their kiss. Hiroki continued to hold Nowaki's chin in the nest of his slightly smaller hands.
The young intern traced the tips of his fingers down both sides of Hiroki's neck. They moved out as they followed the slope of the hybrid's shoulders: also slightly smaller than his, but fittingly broad on the catman's slender frame.
Nowaki's hands slid under the cloth of the open nightshirt, pushing it off Hiroki's shoulders as he gently clasped their curved edge. He marveled at the beauty of these, despite the lingering bruises: shoulders that had carried so many unseen heavy burdens for so long. He wished more than anything that by his caress he could lift them.
Languidly Nowaki then slid his hands down, each of his large palms following the contours of one lithe limb, pulling Hiroki's hands gently from his face and down to the hybrid's sides. The shirt followed with them, so that by the time Nowaki's hands encircled the neko's strong but thin wrists, it had slipped silently and completely off, forgotten the moment it hit the floor and Hiroki was standing naked in front of him.
Nowaki broke their kiss and pulled gently back.
"I love you, Hiro-san," he mumbled into Hiroki's neck as he moved downward, kissing the mate-mark he'd made there.
"I love you, Hiro-san," he breathed again. His exhalations hot against Hiroki's bare flesh as his lips traveled onward, kissing each fading abrasion that remained on the catman's throat, caused by the cruel collar the neko had been forced to wear.
"I love you, Hiro-san."
This was how Nowaki conducted the first part of Hiroki's personal examination.
He worked his way all the way around his beloved Hiro-san: neck, chest, shoulders, back, low back, ass, ribcage, belly, thighs… His warm lips found every lingering trace left behind by Tsumori's torture. He kissed every bite, every bruise and bandaged each with a declaration of love.
Though as a child, he'd never had a mother to instruct him in this particular medicine of affection for skinned-knees or pinched fingers, Nowaki truly believed there were healing properties in the gentle brush of a kiss and he was determined to love Hiro-san into wholeness, no matter how long it took.
Nowaki knelt before Hiroki now, a large hand on either side of the neko's narrow hips, kissing a mark in one of their hollows. He could feel Hiroki's labored breathing, the rapid rise and fall of his Hiro-san's belly, the heat generated by the straining length of the hybrid's own now-erect cock.
Then he felt strong fine-boned fingers twine through his thick hair. One of Hiroki's hands moved down and gently caressed Nowaki's cheek. He looked up to see his Hiro-san staring down at him silently, eyes glistening and filled with wonder. The neko professor was biting his bottom lip. He released it just long enough to utter the name:
"Nowaki…"
The way that Hiroki said it conveyed a million different meanings but each of them was laden with love.
The neko gently took Nowaki's hands from his hips, pulled the tall man up and led him into the steaming shower.
Old AN:
Okay, so I realized after reading the feedback that I didn't make myself as clear as I thought. There will be NO MPREG this fiction. Not saying I won't try it in another piece sometime.
I also reaffirmed my occupation as a horrible tease, as I had really planned to go into a Misaki/Akihiko chapter today and leave the shower scene to your imaginations. But the voices of the Egoists prevailed last night (Thank Egoistfangirl) and you all fed me so many good review cookies… I have decided to take up an egoist lemon and give you the shower scene.
Like all my lemons, once it starts, it gets a bit out of hand so, what you have here is the first part of the shower scene. I have another 1000+ words written so far in the actual shower, and I am nowhere near finished.
I wanted to give you something for today however, so here is part I.
All my shout outs will be done after part II… but you know I love you, all right?
I mean, would I be subjecting myself to another excruciating lemon so soon otherwise? Honestly, hardly any recovery time, people. And I had to put the "L" word in this chap… Several times… so hard on my Hirokian psyche.
Okay, enough rambling... You read and review and I will get on with finishing your Egoist lemon. : )
