"I'm home, Hiro-san!"
Hiroki looked up at the familiar sound of his lover entering the house as he finished wrapping the vacuum cord around its holder.
"I'm in the guest bedroom, Nowaki," Hiroki called back. He was about to continue to tell Nowaki that there was a guest in the house, but he was interrupted by his lover's growling voice.
"Hiro-san, I've been thinking about you all day, and I've got a raging hard-on in need of a pretty, hot little mouth that has your name all ove-" Nowaki began loudly from the other side of the apartment. He suddenly appeared in the doorway and his words hitched in his throat. Misaki's entire face had gone red, and he was glancing around as if looking for means of escape.
Hiroki, however, had gone so red that he resembled an overgrown tomato. He clenched his fists and glared at Nowaki with his best 'I'm going to bite your dick off' expression. Nowaki chuckled nervously and defensively yanked on the hem of his shirt.
"Nowaki, this is Misaki Takahashi, one of my students. He recently had an argument with his…" Hiroki trailed off, glancing at Misaki.
"Lover," Misaki affirmed with a nod.
"Right. He had an argument with his lover, and he's going to spend the night tonight. He might be staying longer, so be prepared," Hiroki said, clearing his throat slightly and willing the blush in his cheeks to clear. "He's Akihiko's lover."
Nowaki, who had been looking on in bewilderment, nodded as he heard Akihiko's name and smiled with understanding.
"Alright, Takahashi-kun. I'm Nowaki Kusama, I'm a pediatrician at the hospital a couple blocks from here. You can just go ahead and call me Nowaki. You could even call me Wacchan, if you'd like," Nowaki said, overly cheerful as he tried to shake the awkwardness of his entrance.
"You can just call me Misaki," Misaki replied, outstretching his hand. Nowaki and Misaki shook hands, averting their eyes as they plastered polite smiles onto their faces. Hiroki cleared his throat.
"Right. Uh… yeah," Hiroki said, pursing his lips as he clapped his hands together. "What should we do?"
"We could play a board game," Nowaki offered.
"Or maybe we could go out to see a movie?" Hiroki added.
"I want to drink," Misaki said flatly. All eyes fell on him, and Misaki looked back up at them. "All I want to do is forget everything for just a few hours."
"Misaki-kun, I don't think…" Nowaki trailed off. Misaki's eyes suddenly grew big and watery, and both Hiroki and Nowaki stared at him, transfixed. Inwardly, Hiroki realized why Akihiko was head-over-heels in love with the boy. The kid's eyes were irresistible.
Soon, Hiroki was overwhelmed as two wavering men sat on either side of him on the couch, laughing loudly and smacking their palms on the coffee table. He pouted, wishing that he could drink. Nowaki had sternly told him to not take a single sip, though, and to think of the baby.
Hiroki had begrudgingly complied after Nowaki reminded him that it was always him getting drunk and Nowaki, in turn, was always the 'designated driver'. Hiroki watched the scene before him unfold, part of him concerned at the amount of alcohol his idiot lover was consuming, especially since Nowaki hardly ever drank.
The other part of him wanted Nowaki to get the worst hangover in the history of time for not allowing his little lover to have even a single drink.
"Oh, God, Misaki!" Nowaki hiccuped, breathless as he fell back on the armrest of the couch. "One more time, one more time!"
Misaki giggled as he stood up, some of his drink sloshing over the side of his glass.
"H-Hold on, hold on… yeah, hold on one second. Hold on," he slurred, blinking slowly. He tensed for a moment, opening his mouth to speak. However, he burst into hysterical giggles once more as he doubled over. Nowaki's booming laughter filled the house as he slumped over against Hiroki's shoulder. Misaki recovered and his face nearly turned purple with the effort not to laugh.
"I'm Kamijou the Devil, and I will eat your children!" Misaki said in a forced low voice, flailing his free arm wildly. Nowaki simply died, rolling all over Hiroki as he gasped for air. Misaki fell to the floor, banging his fist on the coffee table as he cackled. Hiroki closed his eyes in irritation, his furrowed eyebrows twitching.
"Maybe it's time for you two to go to bed," Hiroki said wryly as he held his intoxicated lover away from him.
"Hiro-san, are you saying you want to go to bed with me? You're so lewd," Nowaki said, setting down his glass to reach between Hiroki's legs and paw at his groin. He leaned forward to clumsily nip at Hiroki's neck. Hiroki immediately clenched his legs together, pushing Nowaki's arm away.
"Cut it out, Nowaki!" Hiroki barked.
"Hey, he's just lookin' for love, Kamijou-san. Let me show you how it's done," Misaki mumbled in his drunken haze. He got up off of the floor and walked around the coffee table to take Nowaki by the shoulders and push him back into the couch. As Hiroki looked on in horror, Misaki climbed into Nowaki's lap, straddling his hips and grinding into him. Nowaki just sat there, looking somewhat dazed and confused, but his eyelids narrowed in pleasure nonetheless.
"H-Hey," Hiroki chuckled nervously, reaching out to try and grab Misaki's wrist. He slapped Hiroki's hand away, however, and reached out to thread his hands in Nowaki's hair as he rubbed against Nowaki with everything he had. Hiroki's face reddened and his jaw clenched as Nowaki groaned and tipped his head back, reaching out to grab Misaki's hips and guide his bouncing.
"God, you're so fucking hot, Nowaki. The second I saw you, I-" Misaki began. Hiroki, however, stood abruptly and grabbed Misaki by the collar. He wrenched his student off of his lover and tossed him into the couch.
"He's mine!" Hiroki barked. "Get your own Nowaki!"
Misaki simply tilted his head in confusion, and as he slumped over on the couch, Hiroki dragged a very bewildered Nowaki into their bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
"Oh… ah… mmm, Hiro-san," Nowaki moaned above Hiroki as he sat on the edge of the bed, his pants unzipped. Hiroki kneeled before him, sucking as hard as he could on Nowaki's swollen member. "Hiro-san, you're so good…"
Hiroki released Nowaki for a moment, strings of pre-cum hanging between his lips and Nowaki's erection. He pumped Nowaki with his hand, looking up at his lover's contorted face.
"Better than Misaki?" Hiroki asked. Nowaki groaned and tangled his fingers in Hiroki's chestnut hair.
"Mmm… yesss, so much better, Hiro-san," Nowaki hissed. He jolted as Hiroki deep throated him and bobbed his head enthusiastically. Within moments, molten seed exploded against the back of Hiroki's throat. He gagged and choked, struggling to swallow the torrent of liquid. He pulled away, several spurts of semen landing on his cheeks.
"Nowaki…" Hiroki sighed, licking his lips. Nowaki reached down to caress his face with clumsy fingers.
"Hiro-san, you look so sexy with my cum on your pretty face," Nowaki slurred, smiling dazedly. Hiroki got to his feet and tugged at the hem of Nowaki's shirt. He helped Nowaki wrestle out of his t-shirt, then eased him gently down onto the bed. Hiroki slipped out of his clothes and climbed up onto Nowaki, straddling his stomach. Nowaki's member began to harden again, rubbing up against Hiroki's bottom. Hiroki rolled his hips on Nowaki's abdomen, reaching up to dab his finger in the juice on his cheek and lick it away. Nowaki groaned, grabbing Hiroki's thighs and digging his fingertips into the soft flesh.
"You like that?" Hiroki whispered, grinding his hips harder and scraping away more of the mess on his face. He reached down and pressed his soaked digits to Nowaki's mouth. Nowaki accepted them readily, sucking fervently.
"Hiro-san," Nowaki breathed around Hiroki's fingers, blowing hot air onto Hiroki's palm. When Hiroki's fingers were saturated with saliva, he pulled them out of Nowaki's mouth and reached behind him to prepare his entrance. He hissed, hunching over slightly as he worked rapidly, scissoring as he loosened the hole. With his free hand, he reached up and tweaked his nipple, moaning extra loud to give Nowaki a show. Nowaki whined and his hips bucked impatiently.
"I'm the only person who can do this to you, do you understand me?" Hiroki said, staring down at his intoxicated, aroused lover. "I don't care if you've drunken yourself halfway to the moon, I don't want you ever letting anyone touch you like that again."
"Yes, Hiro-san," Nowaki said hastily. "Please…"
Hiroki shuffled back a bit and reached below him to aim Nowaki's throbbing erection. With a deep breath, he eased the head into his entrance. With a scream, he thrust himself downwards and completely impaled himself on top of Nowaki. An animalistic growl tore itself from Nowaki's chest as he grabbed Hiroki's hips and violently drilled up into him, his broad body slapping against his smaller lover's. Hiroki cried out as he was forced to bounce wildly on Nowaki's huge erection, white dots appearing before his eyes.
"B-B-B-Breaking!" Hiroki wailed, unaccustomed to Nowaki being so unbelievably rough. "Oh m-my God, I'm breaking! Ah, ahh! S-Slow do- uhn!- d-down! Nowaki!"
Nowaki snarled as he shot upwards and shoved Hiroki into the bed. Hiroki yelped and threw his head back, shaking so violently that he was practically vibrating. He gripped Nowaki's elbows and desperately tried to hold on as the world began to crumble around him.
Bracing himself with a big hand on Hiroki's chest, Nowaki hoisted Hiroki's lithe leg up and over his broad shoulder and held it there, twisting the smaller man's lower body. Hiroki clawed at the sheets as Nowaki slammed into him with more strength and dominance than his little lover could have ever dreamed of.
And Hiroki loved it. Absolutely loved it.
He couldn't see straight. His senses were completely overtaken with the heat of the mindless pounding, and as Nowaki gave new meaning to the phrase 'getting fucked sideways', Hiroki could only shriek his lover's name in ecstasy.
"NOWAKI!" Hiroki screamed as an orgasm started rapidly pooling in his abdomen. His vision was beginning to tunnel, and Hiroki could feel his body shutting down as the intensity of his rapture drained all of the energy from his body.
And then, he came with so much bone-shattering force that all he could do was arch his back completely off the bed before caving and passing out. The last thing he felt prior to succumbing to the exhaustion was Nowaki's hot seed pulsing up into him, and the big body of his lover slumping forward as he too was knocked unconscious by their crazed love making.