Hiroki yelped, squeezing his eyes shut as he prepared himself to be tossed down onto the bed and, quite possibly, get raped.
However, he felt himself get pulled past the bed. When he was jerked to a stop with Nowaki's firm hands on his shoulders, he slowly opened his eyes. His reflection stared back at him as he stood before the wall mirror. Nowaki's face hovered just behind and above Hiroki's shoulder, his eyes darkened with irritated determination.
"Nowaki?" Hiroki asked slowly, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. "What are you d-"
"I'm going to show you just how much I adore you," Nowaki muttered. Hiroki flushed scarlet.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, you idi-" Hiroki's voice cut out with a gasp as Nowaki's hands trailed over his shoulders and to his back, where they curled around his sides and slowly moved down to his hips. They slid forward to rest on either side of his clothed manhood, and Hiroki inadvertently shivered.
"Just look at how beautiful you are, Hiro-san," Nowaki whispered lowly, his hot breath tickling Hiroki's ear. Hiroki shuddered again, instinctively tipping his head to the side in silent permission for Nowaki to continue. Nowaki gently pressed kisses to Hiroki's exposed neck, his hands sliding up the front of Hiroki's body. He unbuttoned the top button of Hiroki's shirt, then moved down to the next one, and the next. Soon, he opened Hiroki's shirt completely, revealing the protruding baby bump. He danced his fingers over the taught skin, his touch hot and lingering.
"Look at your flawless skin."
Hiroki whimpered slightly as Nowaki's hands glided over his flesh. One hand went to his waist to rest there as the other reach up to twirl a lock of chestnut hair around his finger.
"Your hair is so soft and beautiful that I can't help but to touch it at night after you've gone to sleep."
Nowaki chuckled softly as Hiroki blushed. His fingertips trailed down the side of Hiroki's face and brushed his reddened cheek.
"And your blush looks so pretty on your face, Hiro-san."
Nowaki's hands trailed down to Hiroki's chest. He hooked his fingers on Hiroki's shirt, easing it off of his trembling body. The white cloth fluttered to the floor between them. The pads of Nowaki's index and middle fingers then went to Hiroki's nipples, where they gently rolled and stroked the rosy red buds.
"I love how smooth and soft your nipples are before they harden when I touch you."
Hiroki breathed a tiny, shaky moan as he leaned most of his weight on his strong lover. As if on cue, his nipples hardened under Nowaki's heated touch. The sensations from the stimulus to the sensitive spots began to rush southwards, and Hiroki's manhood stirred in its cloth containment.
Nowaki ceased his ministrations after a few moments to move his hands down Hiroki's front. He unbuttoned his lover's pants, and Hiroki gasped and squirmed as Nowaki hooked his thumbs in the waistline of his pants and boxers. He eased the offending clothing down, allowing it to pool around Hiroki's ankles. Nowaki moved his hands again to grab Hiroki's hips.
"…These hips that buck desperately to match the rhythm of my thrusts…"
Hiroki moaned louder, his half-hard erection quickly moving to stand at complete attention before the mirror. A bead of pre-cum wept from the slit, threatening to drip down onto the floor. Nowaki chortled against the bare flesh of Hiroki's shoulder, pressing a kiss to the heated skin. One hand still holding Hiroki's hips, he reached with his other hand to dance his fingers down his little lover's shaft.
"Uhn," Hiroki hissed, jerking his hips in response to Nowaki's teasing.
"And I especially love how this reacts so strongly to my touch."
Hiroki panted desperately, rolling his hips and silently begging Nowaki to touch him more. Nowaki slowly stroked Hiroki's erection with one hand as he moved the other to his lover's bottom. He kneaded it, massaging gently with little squeezes.
"And this… I can hardly contain myself. Just one look, clothed or unclothed, and I'm ready to attack."
Hiroki threw his head back, whimpering as he reached over his shoulder to hook his hand on Nowaki's neck. His other hand unconsciously trailed down to grip Nowaki's mercilessly slow wrist in a failed attempt to quicken his strokes.
"Nowaki…" Hiroki breathed between pants. "I'm b-burning!"
Nowaki chuckled and kissed the side of Hiroki's mouth. He released Hiroki's bottom for a moment to reach up and prod at his reddened bottom lip.
"…These lips that, even after throwing a fit and yelling, will moan for me and say 'I love you' in such a sweet voice…"
"Hiroki squeezed his eyes shut, arching his back in Nowaki's arms.
"And this voice that screams my name in ecstasy…"
"Ah… ah, ah!" Hiroki cried out as he came, pure white seed splashing onto the mirror and dripping to the floor. He panted shakily, slumping against Nowaki and tipping his head back against his shoulder.
"And I love the look on your face when you come undone. It's gorgeous," Nowaki murmured into Hiroki's ear.
"I-I get it, so st-stop," Hiroki begged, covering his face with his hands as tears dribbled down his cheeks. "I can't take anymore."
Nowaki's hands trailed up Hiroki's body to press his palms over Hiroki's throbbing heart.
"Do you know what I love about you the most, Hiro-san?"
Hiroki didn't respond, and instead he sniffled, wilting in Nowaki's grasp.
"I love this pounding heart of yours that holds everything that you are inside. Yes, I initially fell in love with your crying face, but as I got to know you, I fell in love with your heart as well. While some see you as a devilish workaholic, I can only see the determined Hiro-san who has advanced in his life without doubt or regret. Some see you as angry or scary, but I think you're unbearably adorable when you blush in embarrassment or pout after throwing a fit."
"Sh-Shut up," Hiroki whispered, pushing the heels of his hands into his overflowing eyes.
"No, Hiro-san," Nowaki said firmly, peeling Hiroki's hands from his eyes and bringing them down to his chest. He pressed Hiroki's palms into his blushing skin, forcing Hiroki to hear his own hammering heartbeat. "Listen to me."
Hiroki squeezed his eyes shut, shivering. He turned his head away from the mirror.
"N-No… I understand. I w-won't call myself u-ugly anymore, so I'm begging y-you to please st-sto-"
"Listen," Nowaki interrupted. "No matter what you looked like… if all of your beautiful, soft hair was shaved…"
Nowaki held Hiroki's hands in place with one hand as he reached up to turn Hiroki's face to the mirror and brush his bangs back.
"Or if your nose was crooked, or if you had a cleft lip, if you were missing a limb… if you were disproportionate or lopsided, fat or skinny, tall or short, blue-eyed or brown-eyed, white skinned, brown skinned, black skinned, or even green skinned, none of it would matter to me. I would still see you as beautiful, because I love you, Hiro-san."
Nowaki gently scooped up Hiroki in his arms as his little lover's knees buckled under the weight of his emotion. Hiroki sobbed into his balled fists, curling his bare body against Nowaki's chest and desperately clinging to the folds of his shirt. Nowaki sat down on the edge of the bed, holding Hiroki close and slowly rubbing circles over his milky white back.
"N-Nowaki… same for y-you… I love you s-s-so much," Hiroki bawled, gasping and hiccuping for breath.
"Don't you ever think of yourself as ugly again," Nowaki whispered sternly, tightening his grip. "Don't ever think that I've stopped loving you over a trivial matter such as weight. And don't you ever, ever stop eating because you think it will make you feel more beautiful in my eyes. You are always beautiful, so don't worry. Promise me, Hiro-san."
Nowaki nuzzled his nose into his little lover's hair to coax Hiroki to answer. Hiroki sniffled, unable to form words between his hiccups. He finally calmed down a little, breathing his answer as he reached up to wrap his arms around Nowaki's neck.
"I promise."