Hiroki's eyebrows furrowed in his sleep, and he felt a strange sensation on his groin. Slowly, he peeled his eyes open to see the sheets shifting near his stomach. Hiroki, startled, tossed the sheets off to reveal Nowaki, who had his entire member in his mouth. He bobbed his head enthusiastically, groaning. Hiroki blinked groggily, not really registering what was going on. He didn't think much of it at first; Nowaki had woken up in the middle of the night to suck Hiroki off before.

However, as Hiroki's eyes traveled down, they widened in surprise as he saw Nowaki reaching behind him and thrusting his fingers in and out of his hole. Upon further inspection, Hiroki realized Nowaki seemed to have gotten smaller.

Nowaki raised his head, moaning as he pumped Hiroki's rather large erection with his hand. He glanced up at Hiroki, and his eyes widened in surprise. A scarlet blush immediately rose to his cheeks, and Nowaki jerked away, sitting up straight.

"Hiro-san! I'm sorry, I… I um…" Nowaki stammered, lowering his head in embarrassment as his blush spread to his chest.

Hiroki wasn't paying much attention, though, as he was staring to the protruding bump on Nowaki's stomach.

"Wha…What the fuck?" Hiroki asked slowly to no one in particular, squinting and wondering vaguely if he was delusional.

"Hiro-san, I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!" Nowaki begged, practically falling over himself to bow to Hiroki. "It's just that… I woke up, and I started thinking about you… and… I got hot all over."

Hiroki blinked as Nowaki moaned and reached up to roll his nipples under his index and middle fingers, tipping his head back as his uncharacteristically ruby red lips stretched open.

"Oh… Hiro-san… I need it right now," Nowaki whimpered. He brought his head down to lick his lips as he crawled back on top of Hiroki. He straddled Hiroki's hips and ground into him, rubbing his bottom against Hiroki's erection. Hiroki felt a need to blush, but no color rose to his cheeks.

"H-Hey… this is happening a little too fast," Hiroki chuckled nervously. Without warning, Nowaki aligned Hiroki's member with his entrance and impaled himself with one skilled, clean thrust downwards. Hiroki groaned inadvertently, losing control of his hands as they reached out to grab Nowaki's hips and guide his fast-paced bouncing.

"Oh, oh, oh! Hiro-san! It feels sooo good!" Nowaki moaned wantonly, lolling his head back and reaching down the stroke himself.

"Urk," Hiroki grunted in response, baring his teeth.

"Mmm! You feel so good inside of me! Fuck me, Hiro-san! Fuck meeeah! Ahn! Yes! Oh, fuck yes! Come inside of me! Fill me up with your hot cum, Hiro-san! Ahn!"

Hiroki grimaced. He didn't know if he was aroused by Nowaki's… enthusiasm, or if he was confused, or just plain turned off. He moaned, despite his confusion, and with a gasp, he came. The scene around him immediately melted away.

Hiroki's eyes peeled open, and the first thing he noticed was a smacking and popping sound. He glanced down at the sheets, where they were shifting just above his abdomen. Startled, Hiroki threw the sheets off of him, revealing Nowaki, who was full-out making out with his stomach, licking and sucking every inch of bare skin.

"What are you doing?" Hiroki asked tiredly, rubbing his eyes as he groggily raised his head. Nowaki looked up.

"Oh, sorry, Hiro-san. You were moaning in your sleep so I thought you were having a bad dream. So I started kissing you, hoping that maybe I could relieve your nightmare without waking you up. It turned out to be a wet dream though, because you came on my face a few minutes ago," Nowaki said, wholly unconcerned as Hiroki lit up like a Christmas tree, his cheeks burning with his blush.

"It was not a wet dream!" Hiroki barked, bristling in denial as he woke up fully. "I'm a twenty-nine year old man, damn it!"

"I still have wet dreams."

"Because you're a horny pervert!"

"But that's why you love about me," Nowaki purred, crawling up Hiroki's body to kiss his little lover's cheek. "Admit it, I'm good in bed."

Hiroki rolled his eyes.

"Shut your mouth, brat. Also, don't make me feel like a slut. I don't only love you because you're good in bed," Hiroki said, yawning a little as he shut his eyes and absentmindedly stroked Nowaki's hair.

"What do you love about me, then?" Nowaki asked softly, pressing another kiss to Hiroki's cheek.

"Mm… don't make me answer that," Hiroki answered, blushing slightly. He turned away from Nowaki and rolled onto his side. Nowaki shifted behind him and pressed against him, draping an arm over his waist.

"Please, Hiro-san?"

"No, Nowaki. You know how I get late at night," Hiroki said, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to force himself to sleep. "All sappy and gross."

"I love sappy and gross."

"Go to sleep, Nowaki," Hiroki huffed. There was silence behind him, and he lied awake for a few minutes. Soon, he heard the deep breathing of Nowaki behind him, the hot puffs of air blowing onto the nape of Hiroki's neck. Hiroki slowly reached down to put his hand over Nowaki's. "I love everything about you, Nowaki."

Hiroki snuggled into the warmth of his big oaf of a lover, blushing as Nowaki's arm tightened slightly and he pressed his heated lips to the back of Hiroki's neck.

"Mmm…" Hiroki hummed sleepily, shifting and rolling over to his other side. A few moments later he felt a warm hand combing through his chestnut locks, brushing it back.

"Time to wake up, Hiro-san," whispered the low, kind voice of Nowaki. Hiroki whined and dodged the rousing hand, pulling the sheet up and over his head.

"…'dun wanna," he slurred. A familiar hand ran over his body over the sheets, the heated touch lingering on the dip of Hiroki's waist.

"Hiro-san… wake up… don't you want some breakfast?" Nowaki coaxed, shaking Hiroki's shoulder slightly. Hiroki didn't move. The sheet above him was slowly pulled down, first revealing his hair, then his sleeping profile, then his upper arm, and then his hip. A pair of lips pressed against Hiroki's shoulder. A gentle hand moved Hiroki's arm aside to reveal the milky white skin of his side. Kisses were trailed down the side of his body, ending at his hips.

"Stop it…" Hiroki muttered against his pillow, scowling in his half-conscious state. He clumsily reached down in a weak attempt to swat Nowaki's head away. The warm presence pulled away.

"But Hiro-san… I had a breakfast cart brought to our room and everything," Nowaki said, a pout in his voice. Hiroki waved his hand tiredly in dismissal.

"Just… save me a bagel or… yeah, something."

"Oh, but Hiro-san… there are danishes, too."

Hiroki's eyes snapped open, his pupils dilating slightly.

"What kind of danishes?" he asked suspiciously, his eyes narrowing.

"Um… blueberry, cherry… apple, and… oh! Cream cheese," Nowaki said slyly. Hiroki shifted uncomfortably, but shut his eyes again.

"You better save some of the cream cheese ones for me, or I'll gouge your eyes out," Hiroki warned, snuggling into his blanket.

"Mm… I don't know if I can do that, Hiro-san. It just tastes so good… I'm going to eat them all…"

"You better not!"

"…I'm going to eat them…"

"Nowaki!"

"Uh oh, here's the last one!"

Hiroki shot up out of the sheets.

"That one's mine!" Hiroki barked, bristling like a wild animal in the bed. Nowaki, who was sitting in a nearby armchair with the breakfast cart beside him, chuckled. He showed Hiroki a plate of danishes.

"It's okay, Hiro-san. I haven't had any of the cream cheese ones. I know you love them," Nowaki said, propping his elbow up on the armrest and resting his chin in the palm of his hand. He waved the plate of danishes. "Since you're up, why don't you join me for breakfast?"

Hiroki frowned, pulling the sheets up against his body. He glanced at Nowaki, who had a white hotel towel wrapped around his waist and a smaller towel draped over his neck.

"What's wrong, Hiro-san?" Nowaki asked.

"I'm still naked," Hiroki mumbled, blushing slightly. Nowaki sighed.

"It's funny that you say that, since I believe I've seen you naked before," Nowaki said sarcastically. "I wish you'd be more confident around me."

"It's not only that… I'm dirty, too," Hiroki muttered.

"You're only dirty because of me. Come here, Hiro-san, and get some breakfast."

Hiroki whimpered in a half-hearted protest, slowly sliding the sheets off of him and swinging his legs down from the bed. He slipped down from the raised mattress and wrung his hands as he padded to Nowaki, the blush on his cheeks stretching down to his chest. Nowaki set the dish of pastries down on the small dining table, standing from his chair. He went to Hiroki and cupped his face in his big hands.

"You're not dirty at all, Hiro-san," Nowaki murmured, turning Hiroki's head to the side to press a kiss to the side of his face. "You're lovely and adorable, just as you always are and always will be."

Hiroki flushed scarlet and tipped his head forward to rest his forehead against Nowaki's chest. Nowaki coiled his arms around Hiroki, dotting kisses on the top of his head.

"Is it a hobby of yours to embarrass me like this?" Hiroki whispered, trying to sound angry but failing to do so as his voice wavered.

"No. I just love seeing your beautiful blush."