Hiroki tangled his fingers in Nowaki's coal black hair as they kissed heavily on the bed, panting into each other's mouths. Nowaki only released him once every few minutes to remove an article of clothing. Soon, Hiroki was fully naked with his still fully-clothed lover hovering over him. Nowaki finally seemed to notice it, and he sat up to loosen his tie. Hiroki gazed up at him, shyly taking a pillow from the bed and covering himself with it.
"Hiro-san, I thought I told you to stop doing that," Nowaki murmured, grabbing the pillow. Before Hiroki had time to tighten his grip, Nowaki yanked it away and tossed it over his shoulder. "I love looking at your naked body."
Hiroki scowled and flushed scarlet, but his throbbing erection twitched in approval as a bead of pre-cum rolled down its shaft. It stood at attention before Nowaki, pointing almost straight at the ceiling. It quivered and pulsed as it looked for its larger partner, protesting against the black pants that still concealed Nowaki's erection.
Watching hungrily as Nowaki slowly pulled his tie out of his collar and let the smooth material slip out of his fingers and fall to the bed, Hiroki moaned inadvertently. Nowaki unbuttoned his jacket and began to shrug out of it, but Hiroki shot forward and grabbed his arm. Nowaki blinked in confusion.
"What is it, Hiro-san?" he asked.
"L-Leave it on," Hiroki whispered, almost inaudibly. His reddened face burned with the heat of his blush as he averted his eyes.
"What?"
"L-L-Leave y-your s-s-s-suit on… it l-l-looks g-good," Hiroki stammered, humiliated. Nowaki looked bewildered for a moment before he broke into a grin, his eyes darkening with lust.
"Mmm… Hiro-san, do you have a suit fetish?" Nowaki asked, bending over Hiroki to flick his tongue across a hardened nipple. Hiroki jolted, crying out.
"N-No! Of course not!" Hiroki exclaimed. "You're the only one who looks good in a suit!"
Nowaki lifted his head and stared. After a pause, he sighed and shook his head.
"Really… I don't know if I can stand any more of your cuteness, Hiro-san."
Hiroki didn't have time to protest as Nowaki reached into his suit jacket to retrieve a bottle of lube.
"You carry that around with you?" Hiroki asked loudly, glowering up at Nowaki. Nowaki smiled as he popped the cap and drizzled the slippery liquid over his fingers.
"I knew this was going to happen tonight, so I came prepared," Nowaki said, rubbing his fingers together to spread the lubrication.
"You are a pervert!" Hiroki barked, sitting up partway. Nowaki stooped down to peck the tip of his nose and press their foreheads together.
"I know. Now, let's stop talking for a while," Nowaki whispered huskily. Hiroki opened his mouth to protest, but his voice broke off into a high-pitched moan as Nowaki shoved a finger into his entrance and curled it against his prostate with expert accuracy. Hiroki's eyelids fluttered shut, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. His supporting arms gave way to numbing pleasure and Hiroki flopped back onto the bed.
"Uhn… ohhh," Hiroki moaned, arching his back and thrashing his head back and forth. He cried out as Nowaki pushed a second finger into his twitching hole.
"You're so greedy, Hiro-san," Nowaki murmured, licking his lips as Hiroki gazed up at him with squinting eyes. "You're sucking in my fingers so much."
"Ahn! N-Nowaki-!" Hiroki gasped, fisting the sheets as his member throbbed in response to Nowaki's words.
"I'm putting in another finger for your hungry little hole, Hiro-san," Nowaki whispered. Hiroki threw his head back and stretched his mouth open in a silent scream as Nowaki pushed a third finger inside. He worked the tight cavern of muscles, loosening them bit by bit in preparation for the main event.
"Nowaki! Nnn, uhn! Mm, f-f-feels… g-goo-ah!" Hiroki's voice broke as he let out a high-pitched moan.
"Sing for me, Hiro-san," Nowaki breathed. He didn't give Hiroki time to respond as he thrust his fingers hard against his prostate, tearing yet another high-pitched moan from Hiroki's lips. "Is this your famous singing voice? When I touch you like this, are you singing for me with moans?"
"Ahh, Nowaki! Nowaki! Mm, mm, ah! Ahn!" Hiroki cried out, reaching down to hook his hands under his knees. He brought his legs up towards his chest, pressing them together and giving Nowaki deeper access. Nowaki groaned as the tightness of the new angle practically tore his fingers off.
"Your voice is so hot," Nowaki rasped. Hiroki heard the sound of Nowaki undoing his belt buckle and opening the lubrication bottle once more.
"N-Nowaki… m-more… give me more!" Hiroki choked. "Hurry!"
Hiroki writhed as Nowaki's fingers stopped curling for a moment. Nowaki groaned as he shoved the front of his pants down and released his throbbing erection. He slicked it down with lube, hissing as his fingers wrapped around the stiff organ. Hiroki bucked his hips in approval as he felt Nowaki press the head of his erection against Hiroki's entrance. Without warning, he grabbed Hiroki's hips and with one thrust, completely sheathed himself within his little lover's heat. Hiroki screamed, white explosions popping behind his eyelids as he came hard just from Nowaki's member inside of him.
"Oh God, Hiro-san. You came so much with just one thrust," Nowaki growled, tightening his hold on Hiroki's hips. "You're so sexy."
"I-Idiot… whose f-fault do you th-think that is? D-D-Don't tease me s-so much," Hiroki said, still breathless from his orgasm. Nowaki snarled and pulled out almost all the way before thrusting in again. Hiroki cried out, clawing at the sheets as Nowaki began moving at a fast pace.
"You feel amazing, Hiro-san," Nowaki grunted, baring his teeth and furrowing his brows in concentration. Hiroki panted, his chest heaving as he desperately bucked his hips for more.
"Ah, ah, ohh! Mmn, oh, Nowaki… d-deeper!" Hiroki moaned loudly. Nowaki straightened from his hunched-over position and released Hiroki's hips, only to grab his ankles and push them back, deepening his thrusts. Hiroki howled in ecstasy, desperately gripping anything he could get his hands on and holding on for dear life as Nowaki slammed into him.
"Faster!" Hiroki screamed. Nowaki didn't speed up, and Hiroki whined in protest, reaching down to stroke himself. "N-Nowaki… pl-please stop t-t-teasing! Ah, uhn! Faster!"
"I'm not teasing," Nowaki hissed through clenched teeth. "I'm going as fast as I can."
"Nowaki! Ahhhhn! Please!"
"Damn it, Hiro-san," Nowaki growled. He grabbed Hiroki by the waist and pulled him up onto his lap, bouncing him. He hooked his arms under Hiroki's knees and locked his hands behind his little lover's back. Nowaki slid off the bed and, still thrusting into Hiroki, went to the huge window-wall of the hotel room that overlooked the traffic below. He slammed Hiroki into the window and braced his hands on the smooth glass surface as he pounded into him.
Hiroki, meanwhile, yelped at the feeling of the ice cold window pane on his back and the unbearably heat on his front. Strangely, it aroused him even more, and Hiroki clung to Nowaki like a baby. Nowaki plowed into his little lover as hard as he could possibly muster, lowering his head and resting it on the crook of Hiroki's neck. Hiroki's toes curled in the air as his head lolled and his senses started going out of focus. Nowaki's thrusts were becoming erratic and wild, and they lost the rhythm of their heated lovemaking. Hiroki was too far gone for it to matter, though, and he felt his second orgasm of the night begin to knot in his abdomen.
"Nowaki! Nowaki! I-I'm almost… I-" Hiroki sputtered incoherently, his moans rising in pitch and volume.
"N-Not… yet… together, Hiro-sa-ah!" Nowaki snarled.
"I c-can't! Nowaki, I'm coming! Nowaki!" Hiroki screamed as he clutched Nowaki's suit jacket, pulling it up slightly and revealing the small of Nowaki's powerful back. He came a second later, hot spurts of semen spattering onto his chest, stomach, and the front of Nowaki's dress shirt. Nowaki let loose an animalistic roar, whipping his head back and thrusting as hard as he could one last time into Hiroki before releasing his essence deep inside.
Against the window, Hiroki and Nowaki shivered in the aftershock of their mountain-moving orgasm, panting into the crooks of each other's necks. After a few moments, Nowaki peeled a melting Hiroki off of the window and stumbled to the bed, where they collapsed together onto its soft plush surface.
"Thank… you… for using… lube… this time," Hiroki whispered breathlessly, fighting to regain control of his lungs. Nowaki nodded dazedly, pressing his perspiring face to the cool sheets.
"You sore?" Nowaki asked. Hiroki shook his head.
"No."
"Good…"
They lied in silence for a while, concentrating on regaining control of their pounding hearts.
"Hiro-san," Nowaki breathed.
"What?"
"You got my suit messy."
"Oh… sorry."
Hiroki sighed and almost shut his eyes, but they popped open as Nowaki sat up beside him. Eyeing the tie in Nowaki's hand, he furrowed his eyebrows suspiciously.
"Wh-What?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.
"I'm not done with you yet," Nowaki murmured, snapping the tie as his eyes glinted with maniacal desire. "Hiro-san, since I took you out on a date, bought you a baby bracelet, and kept my suit on and got it dirty for you, is it okay if we try something new?"
Hiroki shot up, shuffling back on the bed and holding his hands in front of him, chuckling nervously. Nowaki followed him on hands and knees.
"Okay, Nowaki. Joke's over. You're just a little horny from the wine you drank at that restaurant," Hiroki said. He gasped and shuddered as Nowaki grabbed his softened, still-tender manhood and stroked it. Despite himself, it began to harden in Nowaki's palm.
"Don't be silly, Hiro-san. I'm always horny."