Hiroki blushed all the way down to his toes as Nowaki carried him out to the living room. He was wrapped in a fluffy, pure white bathrobe with a towel draped over his head. Nowaki had pulled on a simple pair of black sweatpants with a towel hanging lazily off of his neck. Glancing around, Hiroki noticed Misaki was nowhere in sight.

"Where's Misaki-kun?" Nowaki asked as he turned on the spot, peering down the entrance hall in confusion. Hiroki shrugged.

"I don't know, he w-"

"Nnn… mm, Usagi-san," moaned a muffled voice. Both Hiroki and Nowaki froze, falling absolutely silent. "Ohh… yes… mmm…"

Nowaki stiffly turned on his heel and padded silently back down the hall. He swept into the bedroom and shut the door quietly behind him. Hiroki, meanwhile, had again begun to resemble an overgrown tomato, his hand clapped over his mouth.

"Was he-" Hiroki began, his voice smothered by his hand.

"Yeah, I think so."

There was a long, awkward silence.

"I think he thought we were still in the bathtub," Hiroki muttered.

"I feel kind of bad for him, actually," Nowaki sighed, finally walking forward to flop down on the bed. He swung his legs up onto the mattress and lied down with Hiroki on top of him. He put his towel behind his head, as to not get the pillows wet.

"Why?"

"Well, Akihiko kicked him out, right? Misaki-kun obviously still loves the guy. I mean, he's masturbating to him. In someone else's house, of all places!"

Hiroki considered Nowaki's words, pursing his lips.

"He seemed so cheerful this morning, though," Hiroki said, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. "I thought he was over it."

Nowaki hummed a chuckle, reaching up to stroke Hiroki's damp hair and coil a lock of it around his finger.

"Misaki-kun is just very good at hiding his emotions, Hiro-san," Nowaki said. "Unlike you and I, he's seems to not be very honest about his feelings."

Hiroki frowned and rested his chin on Nowaki's chest.

"Is… is that how we were when we first started out, too?" Hiroki asked. Nowaki nodded.

"We were just another clueless, ignorant, fresh-out-of-the-oven couple. We were a pair of idiots," Nowaki murmured.

"You mean one man and one stupid brat," Hiroki snorted, but his face defied his words as he smiled gently down at his beloved. He reached up to stroke Nowaki's bangs back from his face, marveling at the feel of the silky black strands. "We've come a long way in these past eight years, haven't we?"

"Yes."

Hiroki shut his eyes as his face was brought down to Nowaki's. Their lips joined, moving softly. Hiroki jolted as Nowaki tilted his head to deepen the kiss, but he soon relaxed as he melted on top of his lover. He trailed his hands up Nowaki's chest, resting his fingertips on the broad shoulders.

Nowaki pulled away and a string of saliva broke between their lips. Hiroki tilted his head back as Nowaki craned his neck and peppered kisses along his little lover's Adam's apple.

"No…waki…" Hiroki breathed, lolling his head back as Nowaki put his big hands on the small of his back, his fingers splayed across Hiroki's bottom. "W-We can't… Ta-Takahashi-kun will h-hear us… and my b-butt still hurts!"

Nowaki resurfaced from Hiroki's neck and grinned.

"Don't worry, I'm not entering. I want to repay you for last night," Nowaki said. Before Hiroki could protest, Nowaki rolled them both over, pinning Hiroki's wrists to the bed. Nowaki shifted his hold on Hiroki's limbs so he could hold them both in one huge hand. Hiroki squirmed, his disheveled bathrobe revealing a rosy pink nipple. Nowaki lowered his head to circle his tongue around the hardening bud, reaching into the folds of Hiroki's bathrobe with his free hand to tweak his lover's other nipple.

"N-Nowaki, I'm not kidding, I- oh! Mmm…" Hiroki jolted as Nowaki nibbled lightly, scraping his teeth across the sensitive skin. He flicked the nipple with the very tip of his tongue before clamping his lips down on it, suckling it.

And with a whimper of pleasure, Hiroki succumbed.

"Hurry, before Misaki hears," Hiroki breathed, squeezing his eyes shut as his pinned hands clenched into fists and he bucked his hips up against Nowaki's. Nowaki released Hiroki's hands and sat up to untie the sash of the bathrobe. With skilled, long fingers, Nowaki crept his hands into the bathrobe and slowly opened it, stroking Hiroki's sides and trailing his touch down to his hips. Hiroki blushed under the concentrated gaze of his lover, self-consciously moving his hands to hide his body.

"Don't, Hiro-san. You're beautiful, trust me," Nowaki said reassuringly. Hiroki's blush deepened a shade and spread to his chest. Nowaki smiled lovingly down at his petite lover's exposed body, his eyes lingering on the lithe, reddened torso. He reached out to trace random patterns across the heated flesh with his index and middle fingers.

"What is it?" Hiroki asked, raising his head.

"Your blush is so lovely. It's so unbearably adorable when it spreads to your chest like this," Nowaki murmured. As if responding to his question, the blush traveled even further down Hiroki's body, making Nowaki laugh.

"Don't laugh," Hiroki whined, covering his face with his hands in humiliation. "You're making it worse!"

"But it's so pretty," Nowaki cooed. Hiroki nearly combusted when Nowaki pried his little lover's hands away from his eyes. Hiroki was forced to watch as Nowaki bent low to kiss and lick his chest, trailing downwards with his skilled tongue leading the way. Hiroki couldn't stop himself from arching his back when Nowaki got to his stomach and teased his belly button.

"N-Nowaki," Hiroki sighed, writhing slightly as he nibbled on his index finger.

"Hiro-san, I can feel your baby bump moving when I kiss you," Nowaki suddenly murmured. Hiroki's head shot up to search his belly.

"Really? Is it kicking?" Hiroki asked excitedly. Nowaki chuckled and pecked Hiroki's abdomen.

"No, that's not going to start for a while yet, Hiro-san. When I said that, I meant that the bump moves whenever you move," Nowaki said. Hiroki pouted and let his head flop back onto the pillow.

"Miyagi's brat of a lover is starting to show, why am I not showing yet?" Hiroki pouted huffily, sticking out his lower lip.

"Well, as I said before, when you start showing is completely random. It may also be possible that he's having twins," Nowaki explained.

"Still!" Hiroki exclaimed. Nowaki chortled lightly.

"I'm the luckiest man in the world. So adorable," Nowaki whispered. Hiroki scowled down at Nowaki, but before he could speak, Nowaki lowered his head and began to suckle on Hiroki's flesh, concentrating his energy on Hiroki's sweet spot between the dimples of his hips.

"Ah!" Hiroki cried out as Nowaki nipped, bit, and sucked mercilessly on the skin. His half-hard manhood began to stiffen rapidly at the feel of Nowaki's heated tongue against the sensitive spot. "Nowaki… feels g-good… suck harde- oh! Uhn, ahh! Oh God, Nowaki, I'm co-"

Nowaki gasped and raised his head from his fervent sucking as Hiroki's body tensed and white seed spurted up onto Nowaki's jaw. Hiroki's body relaxed and he panted, turning his head to the side on the pillows to cool his heated face.

"…You came just from me kissing your stomach," Nowaki announced stupidly. Hiroki snapped his gaze to his idiot lover.

"I know, all right?" Hiroki barked, flushing crimson. Nowaki grinned and snuggled against Hiroki's belly.

"I don't think I can take much more of your cuteness, Hiro-san," Nowaki said gleefully.

"Stop that! I'm a man!" Hiroki exclaimed. Nowaki looked up.

"A cute man."

"Shut up!"

"Look at what I did, Hiro-san," Nowaki said softly, ignoring Hiroki's angry words. He pointed to a spot on Hiroki's sweet spot. Hiroki warily raised his head to gaze down his body.

Hickeys. So many hickeys.

And they were all dotted around Hiroki's abdomen in the shape of a clumsy heart.

Hiroki's pupils dilated a split second before he went off the deep end, shouting profanities and flailing as much as his sore limbs would allow. Nowaki leaned away from his thrashing lover, smiling dazedly as he waited for Hiroki to settle down.

When he found his opening, Nowaki lunged.

"…and if you e- ahn!" Hiroki cut out with a high pitched moan as Nowaki engulfed his manhood right up to the hilt and began to quickly bob his head, his nose brushing against Hiroki's thin, light brown curls around the base of his member. Hiroki's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he reached down to thread his fingers in Nowaki's hair. He subconsciously spread his legs as waves of pleasure tingled troughout his entire body. He thrust his hips in time to Nowaki's sucking, and he felt an orgasm fast approaching. His senses were handed over to pleasure, and as he writhed on the bed, he didn't hear the door to the bedroom slam open. He did, however, hear the loud, booming voice that followed.

"If you two could stop sucking cock for a few minutes, I'd like to have a word with both of you."