Nowaki sucked slowly and deliberately, his teeth lightly grazing the taught skin of Hiroki's erect member. Despite the pain, Hiroki moaned as he felt his entrance twitching, begging for a penetrator.
"Nowaki, I… I w-want-" Hiroki breathed between whimpers for more. Nowaki momentarily released Hiroki to work his hand up and down his lover's manhood.
"But Hiro-san, you're in pain," Nowaki murmured. Hiroki bit his lip.
"I'll be fine," he said slowly. Nowaki grinned and withdrew his hand from his sweatpants.
"If you say so, Hiro-san. Here, get up on my lap," Nowaki instructed, unfolding his legs from under him and crossing them between Hiroki's thighs. He didn't wait for Hiroki, though, and grabbed him by the waist to hoist him up onto his lap. Hiroki suppressed a whine of pain as he spread his legs open wide, straddling Nowaki. He pinched his lips together, trembling and gripping Nowaki's shoulders as his lover leaned back to retrieve a bottle of lube from under a book on the bedside table. He flicked the cap open with his thumb and soaked his fingers with it. He reached down below Hiroki and began to gently massage his throbbing entrance.
"Ow ow ow ow!" Hiroki cried out, digging his nails into Nowaki's back as his lover pushed a finger past the tight ring of muscles guarding his hole. Nowaki immediately stopped prodding.
"Are you okay?" Nowaki asked gingerly.
"Nooo," Hiroki admitted as he buried his head in Nowaki's neck and whimpered in pain. Nowaki pulled his finger out and tenderly patted one of the firm globes of Hiroki's bottom.
"Oh Hiro-san, what am I going to do with you?" Nowaki sighed as he eased Hiroki back down onto the bed. Hiroki caught a glimpse of Nowaki's straining erection as it tented the front of his sweatpants.
"Let me take care of it," Hiroki breathed, sitting up and putting a flat palm on Nowaki's bare chest. Nowaki's eyelids lowered in desire as Hiroki lowered him shyly onto the bed. He swung a leg over Nowaki's hips and straddled him, blushing slightly. Nowaki eyed him hungrily, licking his upper lip.
"You're so sexy, Hiro-san," Nowaki murmured, reaching up to sneak a hand into Hiroki's disheveled bathrobe. Hiroki tipped his head back in pleasure as Nowaki thumbed his nipple.
"Uhn," Hiroki groaned, arching his back slightly and using Nowaki's knees behind him as support.
"Hiro-san… pull down the sleeve of your robe a little," Nowaki growled lowly, his voice thick with animalistic lust. Hiroki shivered as he hesitantly reached up to slide the left side of his bathrobe down his shoulder ever so slightly.
"L-Like this?" Hiroki asked timidly. Nowaki bit his lip and ran his hand down Hiroki's right arm, pushing the other sleeve down.
"Oh, God yes," Nowaki snarled, reaching down to stroke himself. Hiroki felt confidence swell in his chest.
"Did I find a new fetish?" Hiroki asked seductively, licking his index and middle fingers. He trailed the wet digits across his lips and down to his chest, where he smeared saliva on a rosy red nipple. Hiroki's lips stretched open as he rolled the hardened bud, his voice breaking slightly as he moaned.
"Hiro-san," Nowaki hissed through gritted teeth, gripping Hiroki's hip tightly with one hand and pumping himself furiously with the other. "I really don't know if I'll be able to forgive myself if I hurt you more than I already have, so please hurry!"
Hiroki hunched over Nowaki, prying his lover's hand from his weeping manhood. Nowaki growled, but his protests were cut short as Hiroki thrust his tongue into Nowaki's pleasantly surprised mouth. Hiroki knotted his fingers in Nowaki's hair as he rolled his hips to once again grind his erection into Nowaki's pre-cum soaked member.
"Oh my God, Hiro-san," Nowaki snarled when Hiroki bit down on his bottom lip and tugged gently. Hiroki began to trail wet, messy kisses and licks down Nowaki's neck. He left a large hickey on his perspiring lover's collarbone.
"Nowaki," Hiroki breathed heatedly, throwing his head back as Nowaki gripped his hips and thrust up against him.
"Hiro-san!" Nowaki gasped. "Please!"
Hiroki reached down to stroke his own pulsing erection, running his free hand through his hair.
"Mmm… ah," Hiroki moaned wantonly, running his hand down the side of his face to bring his fingers into his mouth and suck on them.
"Damn it, Hiro-san. I warned you," Nowaki growled. Hiroki yelped in surprise as Nowaki abruptly sat up and grabbed his chestnut locks. Hiroki was dragged downwards, and Nowaki's erection was forcibly shoved into his mouth. He immediately recovered, however, and tightened his pale pink lips around Nowaki's shaft. Nowaki's large hands guided Hiroki's head up and down, his gripping fingers using Hiroki's hair as a rein.
"Aaahn," Hiroki breathed, his hot breath teasing the base of Nowaki's manhood. He sucked greedily at Nowaki's slit, swallowing every drop of pre-cum that welled up from the little hole.
"Urk…" Nowaki grunted. Hiroki glanced up through thick lashes as he watched his lover bare his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut, a tiny patch of color rising to his usually pale cheeks as his erection began to tense in Hiroki's mouth.
"Mm, mm, mm!" Hiroki half-gagged, half-moaned as he sped up his fervent sucking, furrowing his brows in concentration to stop himself from coughing.
"Ugh… Hiro-sa-…Hiro-san! I'm gonna-" Nowaki's voice cut out with a long, drawn-out groan, and Hiroki jolted as the inside of his mouth was coated with his lover's molten essence. Hiroki lapped all of it up with the flat of his tongue, gazing up at Nowaki as he licked his lover clean.
"Nowaki…" Hiroki whispered as he finally released Nowaki's softening member. He reached up to worship it with his hands, stroking it lovingly with delicate fingertips. He pressed adoring kisses to the tip before raising his head.
"You're so amazing," Nowaki murmured as he flopped back onto the bed. Hiroki pulled up his bathrobe and shyly crawled up beside his lover.
"Did it feel good?" Hiroki asked, leaning over to press his warm, reddened lips to the center of Nowaki's chest. Nowaki slipped an arm around Hiroki's back, pulling him in closer.
"It was unbelievably good," Nowaki sighed in content. There was a short pause, then Nowaki raised his head. "Can I touch you, Hiro-san?"
Hiroki tilted his head in confusion and sat up.
"But I already-"
"Hiro-san, I want to," Nowaki said firmly, sitting up. Hiroki hesitantly allowed Nowaki to glide his hands back into his bathrobe once more. This time, he eased it completely off of Hiroki's body, casting it aside on the bed. He stared at Hiroki's exposed body, his eyes glimmering in adoration. Hiroki felt a blush rise to his cheeks.
"Don't…" Hiroki muttered in a half-hearted whine, hiding himself with his arms and pressing his knees together. Nowaki reached out and grabbed his wrists, however, prying them away from his blushing lover's body.
"You are so beautiful," Nowaki said softly. Hiroki trembled, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt random tears prick at his eyes. "I love you. I love you so much, Hiro-san."
The unexpected tears forced themselves from between Hiroki's eyelids and dribbled down his cheeks as he shivered at the sound of Nowaki's low voice.
"Hiro-san? Are you okay?" Nowaki asked, concern laced in his words.
"I don't know wh-why I'm crying… I don't g-get it," Hiroki sniffled, raising his hands to wipe the tears away with his wrists.
"You're just emotional because of the baby," Nowaki said gently. Hiroki peeled his eyes open, allowing more tears to slide down his face. "Don't be embarrassed, it's a normal thing with pregnancy."
Hiroki nodded tearfully, leaning into Nowaki.
"I love you," Hiroki moaned between soft sobs. "I love you so much."
Hiroki wept into his hands as Nowaki lowered his naked body onto the bed for the umpteenth time that night. Tender hands grasped his legs and kneaded gently, massaging with slow, lazy circles. The same tender hands rolled him slowly onto his stomach. Hiroki cried harder as gentle lips pressed a brief kiss to his bottom before kneading the soft flesh with heated fingers. The hands lifted for a moment, and there was a pause. Hiroki glanced over his shoulder to watch Nowaki slip from the bed and go to the dresser. He opened a drawer and rummaged in it before retrieving a small bottle.
"What's that?" Hiroki asked as Nowaki climbed back onto the bed and opened the cap.
"It's medicated massage oil," Nowaki answered. Hiroki opened his mouth to protest, but yelped as warm, watery liquid dripped onto the globe of his bottom, droplets running down into the crease of his thighs.
"It feels weird," Hiroki whispered as he reached out to bring a pillow to him and bury his reddened face in it. Big hands gripped Hiroki's bottom, kneading ever so softly as they worked the slightly scented oil into the sore skin. Hiroki moaned in content, clenching his pillow. Nowaki's hands felt unbearably good, reducing Hiroki to a half-conscious mass upon the bed.
"Are you starting to feel a little better?" Nowaki asked from above. Hiroki nodded dazedly into his pillow, and Nowaki chuckled.
"It feels great," Hiroki murmured. He gasped and jerked as Nowaki spread him and more oil was drizzled on his entrance. Nowaki's index and middle finger massaged it in, and Hiroki felt a tingling sensation as the oil eased itself inside and began working its soothing pain relief.
"Still okay, Hiro-san?"
"Y-Yeah," Hiroki choked between pleasured sighs and gasps.
"I'm sorry I was so rough with you," Nowaki apologized sheepishly. Hiroki looked over his shoulder to look at Nowaki in confusion for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"Nowaki, you're too soft. You should know by now that I like it a little rough."