"This is so embarrassing, Nowaki," Hiroki grumbled, scowling down at his naked body. His wrists had been tied to the bars of the headboard with his and Nowaki's ties, and his ankles had been secured to the bedposts at the foot of the bed with their belts. Nowaki stood nearby, crossing his arms over his chest as he proudly observed his work.
"You're the one who agreed to it," Nowaki said, tapping his lips as he slowly prowled back and forth in front of Hiroki, staring at his half-hardened member.
"Because you made me feel guilty, even after I said no! Then you went and gave me the puppy dog eyes again! I thought you were seriously upset about it, Nowaki!" Hiroki barked. "I told you to stop doing that!"
Nowaki chuckled, not responding. He continued to pace, licking his lips ever so slightly every few passes. Hiroki grew uncomfortable, and tried to squeeze his knees together to hide his growing erection. Nowaki stopped his pacing and stepped forward to put his hands on Hiroki's knees. He pried them apart, spreading them.
"Will you say something?" Hiroki exclaimed, his crimson blush spreading to his chest. Nowaki didn't respond, but instead lowered his head to trail his tongue up the underside Hiroki's erection, tracing the veins as he went. Hiroki shivered and bucked his hips, pinching his lips together to suppress his moan. He wasn't going to let Nowaki win his little game.
"Moan for me, Hiro-san," Nowaki said, kissing away a drop of pre-cum that had welled up out of Hiroki's slit and making him twitch. "And I will continue."
"I will moan for you if you untie me this instant!" Hiroki shouted without really thinking. Realizing what he said, his face took on the color of a tomato. Nowaki, however, chuckled as he straightened and slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt.
"Is that so?" he asked, letting his shirt slip off of his body and fall to the floor. Hiroki bit his lip as Nowaki stood half-naked before him, his muscled torso glinting in the dim city lights that poured in through the window. Nowaki walked slowly around the bed, and Hiroki's gaze followed him nervously. He climbed up onto the side of the bed and reached out to grab one of Hiroki's nipples. Hiroki hissed, jerking slightly as Nowaki tugged gently on it and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.
"Ouch," Hiroki muttered, furrowing his eyebrows as Nowaki twisted the rosy pink bud a little more. Nowaki didn't say anything, but released Hiroki's nipple to reach across his torso and tweak the other one.
"Just give up, Hiro-san. You lost," Nowaki murmured, lowering his head to clamp his lips around the abused nipple. Hiroki whipped his head to the side as he clenched his fists. He bit his upper arm, the only part of his body that he could reach with his mouth. Nowaki's hands kept Hiroki from jerking and writhing too much, and he trailed his fingers down Hiroki's front to prod at his leaking erection. Hiroki bit harder into his arm, squeezing his eyes shut as Nowaki rubbed merciless circles around the base of Hiroki's manhood.
"N-No...stop," Hiroki whispered against the reddened, sore flesh of his arm. Nowaki looked up from his work on Hiroki's nipple, a string of saliva breaking between it and his lips.
"Okay," he said, immediately releasing Hiroki and straightening. Hiroki simply couldn't hold back a whine of protest at the absence of his lover's warm body.
"Wh-Why did you stop?" Hiroki asked dumbly, watching as Nowaki walked to a mini refrigerator that was next to the counter on the other side of the hotel room. He opened it, and Hiroki's eyes widened as he pulled out a bottle of red wine.
"Well, you told me too, Hiro-san," Nowaki said with a teasing smirk, bumping the mini refrigerator closed with his knee. "Plus, I thought I'd have something to drink."
Hiroki licked his lips as he watched Nowaki grab a nearby bottle opener. He screwed it into the cork of the wine bottle and slowly pulled it out. Hiroki jumped when it there was a pop and a small wisp of chilled air rose out of the neck of the bottle. Nowaki flicked his gaze to Hiroki, who flushed scarlet and averted his eyes.
"It's really too bad that you can't drink," Nowaki hummed, grabbing a clear wineglass from the counter and pouring a splash of wine into it. He swished the beverage around, shoving his free hand in his dress pants pocket as he walked back to the bedside. He stood over a very torn Hiroki, who was trying his hardest not to stare longingly at the wineglass and failing.
"Nowaki…" Hiroki trailed off warningly, trying to make his voice sound intimidating. The attempt was in vain, though, as his voice cracked halfway through Nowaki's name. Nowaki chuckled and sat down on the edge of the bed. He took a sip of his wine and swished it around in his mouth before swallowing, his Adam's apple bouncing. Hiroki's mouth watered as he lifted his head to peer around Nowaki's body and stare thirstily at the wineglass.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Hiro-san," Nowaki suddenly said, looking over his shoulder and smiling at Hiroki. "It's so rude of me to drink in front of you."
"You're a dick," Hiroki huffed, puffing up his cheeks. Nowaki chortled and reached down with his free hand to caress his cheek.
"Would you like a tiny sip?" Nowaki murmured. Hiroki gulped as Nowaki's fingers trailed to his throat and lightly prodded a particularly sensitive spot on his neck.
"Y-Yes," Hiroki half-moaned, half-begged. Nowaki twisted his body and lowered the wineglass to press the rim against Hiroki's reddened lips.
"Open up," Nowaki whispered. Hiroki obediently parted his lips as Nowaki slowly tipped the wineglass forward. Hiroki panted with anticipation, licking the glass. Just as the wine was about to touch his lips, Nowaki withdrew the glass and Hiroki whimpered loudly, trying to follow it with his tongue.
"Nowaki!" Hiroki whined, letting his head flop back to the bed and his hair splay about his face.
"I think I know a better way to give you some wine, Hiro-san," Nowaki mused. He took a sip of the wine and turned completely to Hiroki. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to Hiroki's.
"Mmm," Hiroki hummed in content as a small mouthful of the precious liquid gushed into his mouth. His body convulsed and a little bit of wine bubbled out of his rosy lips, dribbling down the side of his mouth. When Hiroki had swallowed it all, Nowaki pulled away. Hiroki followed his mouth, licking his lips.
"How was it, Hiro-san?" Nowaki asked softly.
"I want m-more," Hiroki whispered. Nowaki smiled and stood from his seat on the bed.
"I'm sorry, Hiro-san, but that's all you're getting. Whatever you eat or drink goes straight to the baby," Nowaki said apologetically as Hiroki pouted. Nowaki put his wineglass on the counter and came back to Hiroki. "I know something better for you to drink, though."
"What?" Hiroki asked, blinking. Nowaki crawled up onto the bed and straddled Hiroki's chest. He unzipped his pants and pulled down the front of his boxers, revealing his manhood. He gripped it and pointed it at Hiroki's mouth.
"Please? Hiro-san…?" Nowaki murmured, tapping the head of his member against Hiroki's lips. Hiroki gulped and parted his lips slightly, licking experimentally at Nowaki's tip, causing him to shiver above his little lover. Nowaki's breaths became heavy as he reached down to comb his long fingers through Hiroki's hair. Taking the head into his mouth, Hiroki began to suck lightly.
"Mm," he hummed, shutting his eyes and taking Nowaki in a little deeper.
"That's it, Hiro-san," Nowaki said quietly, lovingly stroking Hiroki's hair back. Hiroki ran the flat of his tongue along the underside of Nowaki's member, eliciting a groan from his lover. Nowaki began to quickly harden in Hiroki's mouth, and his little lover licked with more fervor.
"Ahh," Hiroki sighed, releasing Nowaki for a moment to lick his lips. He took Nowaki into his mouth once more, moving his head slowly up and down as Nowaki guided his head.
"Mmm…" Nowaki purred. "Mm, Hiro-san, yes…"
"'owaki," Hiroki mumbled around Nowaki's erection, furrowing his brow in concentration as he bobbed his head a little faster. Nowaki hissed and his hips jerked, almost causing Hiroki to choke. Without warning, Nowaki grabbed him by the hairline and tore him away. Strings of pre-cum snapped between Hiroki's lips and the weeping head of Nowaki's member.
"That's enough," Nowaki panted. Hiroki frowned and looked up at Nowaki.
"Was it bad?" he asked quietly. Nowaki shook his head fervently.
"That's not it. I was about to come, but I don't want to just yet. You were excellent as always, Hiro-san," Nowaki said with a smile. He climbed off of Hiroki and went around the bed to stop at the foot of it. He eyed Hiroki with desire before he knelt before the bed and kissed Hiroki's foot, caressing his calf with a large hand.
"Hey!" Hiroki barked, moving his big toe away when Nowaki tried to kiss it. "Feet aren't something you treat like that!"
"No, they aren't," Nowaki agreed, much to Hiroki's confusion. Nowaki reached up to cradle Hiroki's foot in his hand, pressing a kiss to the side of it. "Your feet are the only exception."
Hiroki blushed all the way to his chest as he watched Nowaki slowly kiss his way up his lover's lithe leg, kneading and massaging everything as he went. Hiroki was trembling by the time Nowaki had kissed up to his mid-thigh.
"Hurry," Hiroki whispered, straining his arms and trying to wriggle out of the ties binding his wrists to the bars of the headboard. Nowaki ignored him and arched his kisses straight over Hiroki's throbbing erection, brushing Hiroki's sweet spot with his nose. Hiroki shivered and bucked his hips against Nowaki's firm hold on his upper thighs.
"Hiro-san… let's put you in a new position," Nowaki said, reaching over Hiroki to untie the ties securing his wrists. Hiroki blinked, watching Nowaki hastily undo the belts binding his ankles to the bed posts. When they were released, Hiroki immediately tried to withdraw his legs to cover his naked body, but Nowaki grabbed his calf with one huge hand and yanked. Hiroki squeaked as his world spun and he was suddenly on his elbows and knees. Before he could register what was happening, Nowaki was tightly strapping Hiroki's wrists to his ankles, rendering him unable to stretch himself out. Hiroki whimpered as his bottom swayed in the air, inadvertently begging for penetration.
Hissing as something wet and hot plunged into his twitching entrance, Hiroki jolted and tried to look over his shoulder.
"D-Don't lick," Hiroki whined, squeezing his eyes shut as big hands gripped either side of his bottom and moving them apart even more to grant deeper access. Despite his embarrassment, Hiroki's member quivered in approval, stringy beads of pre-cum dripping from the tip onto the bed below.
Suddenly, Hiroki cried out as there was a sharp crack sound and his bottom began to sting. Nowaki's lips moved from Hiroki's entrance to the left globe of his bottom, kissing the spank mark in a silent apology.
"N-Nowaki…" Hiroki gasped. He yelped again as the right side of his bottom was also spanked once. Again, Nowaki's mouth moved to press an apologetic kiss to the reddened skin.
"Moan for me," Nowaki murmured from behind. Hiroki pinched his lips together in defiance, but howled again as Nowaki's hand once more came down on Hiroki's bottom. "Or I will punish you more."
Hiroki trembled, clenching his fists.
"Uhn," he moaned very quietly. Crack. "Ahhn!"
"There we go. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Nowaki asked, kindly patting Hiroki's reddened backside. Hiroki felt Nowaki shift behind him, and he gasped and shuddered as the head of Nowaki's erection prodded at his entrance. He eased himself slowly inside, pausing every few seconds to allow Hiroki to adjust. Once he was fully sheathed, he began to very slowly move.
"Ah… ohhh, mmm," Hiroki moaned softly, rubbing his heated face against the cooled sheets.
"I'm sorry for spanking you, Hiro-san," Nowaki said, his voice slightly strained with pleasure. Hiroki peeled his eyes open and glanced back at Nowaki.
"Idiot… don't apologize," Hiroki whispered, his voice also raspy with desire. "If you're going to be domineering, then you've got to play the role until the end."
"Sorry, I just felt bad for hitting you."
"You're a dork."
"I don't… actually really like this position… can I untie you?" Nowaki asked, slowing his movements to a stop. Hiroki sighed.
"It's about time. I… I can't see you very well from this angle," Hiroki said shyly. Nowaki gently unbuckled the belts binding Hiroki's limbs together. He pulled out and Hiroki shuddered as he slumped onto the bed. Nowaki rolled him over onto his back, scooping his lover's legs under his arms and re-entering Hiroki's warmth.
"Ah… mmm, Hiro-san… so much better," Nowaki sighed into the crook of Hiroki's neck. He released Hiroki's legs to wrap his arms around Hiroki's lithe torso.
"Nowaki," Hiroki whispered in response, coiling his arms around Nowaki's neck and digging his fingertips into his strong lover's back. Nowaki began to rock his hips, and Hiroki moaned, tipping his head back and entwining his and Nowaki's legs.
"Hiro-san… Hiro-san, I love you," Nowaki breathed softly into Hiroki's ear.
"Me too," Hiroki murmured back, turning his head to bury his nose in Nowaki's ebony hair. A mixture of emotions from the baby, the pleasure from their love making, and the strength of his love brought tears to his eyes, where they made his russet gaze glimmer in the dim light. "I love you too."
Hiroki and Nowaki shuddered as their orgasms hit simultaneously, Hiroki's seed splashing up onto his stomach and Nowaki's pulsing up into his little lover. Nowaki slumped on top of Hiroki, still quivering. He moved his arms from Hiroki's back and reached up to cup Hiroki's face in his hands.
"Hiro-san, I'm never letting go of you. Twenty years, thirty years, a hundred thousand years from now… I won't ever let you leave," Nowaki whispered, peppering kisses all over Hiroki's face. Hiroki blushed, and he too reached up to take Nowaki's face into his hands.
"You're shaking," Hiroki murmured, thumbing Nowaki's cheek just under his eyelid.
"I love you too much. I love you so much that it's scaring me," Nowaki replied quietly, squeezing his eyes shut as he trembled over his little lover. Hiroki sighed, stroking back Nowaki's silky black hair with the side of his hand. His heart fluttered with love and adoration. Only he could make his big, strong lover tremble like this. He was the only one on the planet that could nearly reduce Nowaki to tears with the amount of love he poured into his little lover.
Hiroki loved it. Hiroki loved him, with every square inch of his heart and soul.
"Listen up, idiot," Hiroki said, tilting Nowaki's face up. He kindly wiped away the slight wetness that had gathered at the corners of Nowaki's eyes.
"Y-Yes, Hiro-san?"
"You don't have to be afraid. I'm not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever."