The second Nowaki put Hiroki down in the hallway of their home to shut the door behind him, Hiroki dashed off into the darkness of the shared apartment. Adrenaline pulsed through his veins as he dove over the back of the couch and his torso flopped onto the floor, his legs awkwardly suspended in mid-air. A moment later, he heard pounding footsteps, and a huge hand grabbed his ankle.
"C'mere, beautiful!" Nowaki growled in his lust-filled voice as he clawed up Hiro-san's leg to grab at his bottom.
"Nowaki, quit it!" Hiroki barked, but although he tried to act angry, he just couldn't suppress a giggle at their sex-crazed cat-and-mouse chase. He coyly wrenched himself from Nowaki's grasp and scrambled off the couch. He shot to his feet, scurrying into the kitchen. Hiroki accidentally brushed past a plastic cup on the counter in his blind sprint, though, and it fell to the floor with a clunk. The darkness was suddenly lifted, and Nowaki was revealed with his hand on the light switch, his body poised for attack. Hiroki stood beside the sink, his hands gripping the counter behind him for support.
"Found you… Hiro-san," Nowaki whispered. Hiroki moaned in response, his unbearable erection straining against his khaki pants. Nowaki licked his lips and shot forward, capturing Hiroki in a tight embrace. His big hands scooped up Hiroki by his bottom, and Hiroki wrapped his legs around his beloved's waist, locking his ankles. They made out on the counter, all pride and restraint forgotten. Hiroki finally tapped on Nowaki's shoulder, silently telling him that he needed to breathe. Nowaki obediently released his lover's lips and tongue, lowering his head to suck on the milky white skin of Hiroki's exposed neck.
"Mmm… Nowaki," Hiroki sighed, lolling his head back and hitting the cupboard behind him with a light thud. He began shedding his outerwear, leaving him only in his dress shirt and khaki pants. He reached out and untangled Nowaki's scarf from his neck, casting it aside.
"Hiro-san, let's have the best make-up sex ever," Nowaki mumbled against Hiroki's flesh as he reached between them and began to unbutton his overcoat. He let it slide off of his shoulders, revealing a black turtleneck sweater-clad torso. Hiroki could see powerful muscles rolling over Nowaki's back, and a moan tore itself out of the smaller man's throat. He loved that turtleneck on Nowaki.
"N-Nowaki…"
"Let's have 'welcome home' sex, too. And 'I love you' sex, and 'we've been together for seven years, nine months, and twenty-four days' sex, and then some more make-up sex!"
"You're a fucking idiot, Nowaki," Hiroki said, rolling his eyes. Nowaki resurfaced from his neck, grinning widely. "And stop counting the months and days! Years are the only thing that matters, you dork!"
"It's all your fault for making me like this."
"Just shut your mouth and take me to bed, damn it."
"Yes, Hiro-san!"
Hiroki was dragged off of the counter, his knees hanging over Nowaki's strong arms as his sex-driven lover carried him in an unknown direction. Blinded with lust as their lips clashed, they bumped into everything, knocking over books and other various items from shelves and tables.
Gasping as his back was slammed into a wall, Hiroki wrenched his mouth away from Nowaki's and threw his head back. He panted breathlessly as Nowaki sucked at his Adam's apple and ground into Hiroki's hips.
"You're too rough, Nowaki!" Hiroki complained halfheartedly between gasps for air.
"I can't help it," Nowaki answered. Hiroki sighed and tossed his hair back in annoyance. "Hiro-san is just too sexy."
"Fuck off!"
"I love you too, Hiro-san!" Nowaki exclaimed blissfully. Before Hiroki could protest, he was silenced by a deep kiss. His eyes rolled back into his head and his eyelids fluttered shut. He tangled his fingers in his lover's coal black hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. There was a lot of jostling as they began to move once again, fumbling around in the darkness for the door to their bedroom. It took a while, but Hiroki was finally tossed down onto their shared bed. Before he could recover, Nowaki was upon him once more, his tongue reoccupying Hiroki's mouth. He skillfully reached between their bodies and began hastily unbuttoning Hiroki's shirt. They released each other momentarily to wrestle out of their tops, casting them to the floor.
"Mmm," Hiroki hummed, running his hands through his chestnut hair and lifting his hips as Nowaki unbuttoned his khaki pants and slipped them off, leaving his little lover in just his boxers. "Nowaki, you too… take them off…"
If there was one thing Hiroki wasn't terribly shy about, it was sex. He raised himself up on his elbows to watch Nowaki step back and shed his pants. Boldly licking his lips, he eyed Nowaki's menacingly large erection outlined on his boxers as it pointed proudly towards Hiroki. Nowaki slid his hands down his abdomen and splayed his fingers across his bulge.
"Do you want this, Hiro-san…?" he murmured seductively. Hiroki subconsciously bucked his hips and blushed.
"Nowaki…"
"Hiro-san, do you want me inside of you?"
Hiroki promptly flipped onto his stomach. Trembling violently, he hoisted his hips high into the air, laying his burning chest down on the cool sheets of their bed. He swayed his bottom slightly in an inviting fashion, reaching behind him to snap the elastic of his boxers.
"What do you think, moron?"
Hiroki cried out as Nowaki flew into him, yanking both his and Hiroki's boxers down. He began to roughly slide his rock hard erection against Hiroki's bottom, gripping his hips.
"Hiro-san, I'm afraid I'm going to break you," Nowaki hissed in a strained voice. Hiroki clenched the sheets on either side of his head, panting with desire.
"You won't. Just… just put it in, already," he demanded, his voice smothered by the sheets he had buried his face into.
"One second, Hiro-san," Nowaki said, pulling away from his lover for a moment. Hiroki moaned in need as he waited, listening to Nowaki rummage around for something. A moment later, Nowaki's finger prodded at Hiroki's exposed, throbbing entrance, the digit slippery with ice cold lube. Hiroki jolted and hissed at the sensation. Nowaki ringed the puckered hole for a good minute before slowly pushing in and slicking down the tight muscles within.
"Ohhh! Uhn…" Hiroki moaned, his thighs trembling and threatening to give out. Nowaki's finger retreated, only to be replaced by an unfamiliar, small object.
"Just relax, Hiro-san," Nowaki said reassuringly when Hiroki clenched against the alien penetrator. Hiroki pinched his lips together, complying with Nowaki's gentle command. He gasped as Nowaki slowly pushed the little item inside of him.
"Mmm… oh, Nowaki, what is that? Is it a vibrator?" Hiroki guessed, closing his eyes and wiggling his hips slightly.
"No."
"Ass beads, then? I didn't know you were into sex toys."
"No."
"What is it, Nowaki?" Hiroki asked. He cried out as the head of Nowaki's erection suddenly pressed against his entrance.
"It's just a love drug that I smuggled from the hospital. It's got a bit of aphrodisiac in it. It's going to make you feel really good in a couple minutes, Hiro-san. Don't worry," Nowaki whispered as he bent over Hiroki, kissing the rise of his back and caressing his lithe waist. Hiroki's mouth stretched open in a silent scream as Nowaki slowly entered him, filling him to the brim and pushing the love drug farther up into his body. When he was completely sheathed by Hiroki's heat, he began to slowly move.
"Oh… oh, oh! Nowaki… oh God, N-Nowaki, it feels like it's melting… take it out!" Hiroki gasped, startled as the love drug within him began to tingle.
"That's what it's supposed to do. Just give it a few more seconds, Hiro-san. Don't be scared," Nowaki said, reaching around Hiroki's hip to gently stroke his twitching erection.
"I'm not scared you assho- ahhhhhn! Mmm, oh… ah!" Hiroki's voice suddenly cut into loud moans as he inadvertently thrust his hips back.
"That's it, Hiro-san," Nowaki hissed as he held fast to Hiroki's hips and began plowing into him. Nowaki's erection slammed straight into Hiroki's prostate with every well-aimed thrust. Throwing his head back and clawing at the sheets in front of him, Hiroki howled in pleasure. His lips couldn't form words, and instead he choked out groans and screams.
"Oh G- mmmah! Mm, mm, mm!"
"Hiro-san," Nowaki whispered, his voice low with desire. Hiroki couldn't respond, however, as his upper body went limp and saliva ran down the corner of his mouth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his mind only able to go blank as he was fucked senseless. He could clearly hear the wet sounds of Nowaki thrusting into him repeatedly, the sinful noises arousing Hiroki even more.
"Nowaki!" he shrieked shrilly, his high pitched moaning ripping itself from his lungs. "Nowaki! Nowaki!"
"Ah, Hiro-san, just like that. Say my name just like that," Nowaki growled from behind. Hiroki shuddered as his lover's bigger body hunched over his, the perspiring, hot skin pressing into his back. Hiroki squinted through pleasure-induced tears to watch Nowaki's large hand take his from above and clumsily interlace their fingers. Nowaki's thrusts became erratic and wild, and Hiroki felt the heat in his abdomen begin to rapidly rush downwards.
"Ah, ah, ah! Oh, fu- ah! Mmm… oh… Nowaki, I'm- oh, AHHH!" Hiroki shrieked as he came hard, hot ribbons of semen decorating the sheets below. With three more powerful thrusts, Nowaki's molten seed shot up into Hiroki, coating his insides with liquid love. Hiroki's vision grew blurry as he gazed into space with half-lidded eyes. Nowaki slumped over him, and Hiroki's knees gave out. Nowaki left his softening erection inside of Hiroki for a while, and they both basked silently in their unity.
"Hiro-san," Nowaki finally whispered, kissing Hiroki's sweaty shoulders.
"Yes?" he murmured back.
"I'm home."
Hiroki giggled breathlessly, his eyes shutting.
"I missed you, Nowaki."
"I missed you too, Hiro-san. I love you."
"Yeah…"