Satoshi looked at the man sharing a bed with him. Daisuke was dozing, his eyes closed, his breathing even, but he wasn't really asleep. Now and then he would move a little, curl more into Satoshi's embrace, and it made the blond feel warm and giddy in one.
It wasn't their first time in bed together. Their relationship had been going steady for a year now. They had kissed and touched and fondled, but they had yet to take the last step. Daisuke had been temptation incarnate throughout their encounters, but he wasn't ready, Satoshi had decided. Even if he had so plainly offered.
Now, after twelve wonderful months, it had happened. Daisuke, the more romantically inclined of them, had prepared an anniversary dinner, and while his culinary skills weren't exactly that of a master, the food had been very good.
No one had planned on the rain. No one had given the weather report more than a glance. The summer storm had washed over them with a vengeance, soaking them in seconds, washing away whatever edible food had still been on the table.
Laughing, skidding on the wet tiles and trying to save what there was to save, Daisuke and Satoshi had cleared the table, but there was hardly anything to save.
Breathing hard, panting a little, both men soaked to the skin, they had stood in the kitchen, looking at the bout of bad weather. Rain had come down in sheets, sweeping away everything. Satoshi had looked at his lover of such a long time, the only person he had ever truly loved and wanted to be with, and from one second to the next the cold from the rain had turned into heat.
Blue eyes had met brown ones and then there had been lips colliding with lips, hungry, hot and wet, and tongues had met in a frantic kiss. It had been messy and wild, and Satoshi had unconsciously pushed Daisuke back until the other collided with the wall, pinning him there. Hard nipples poked against the wet fabric of Daisuke's shirt and he had rubbed and kissed them, making his lover mewl in pleasure.
Hands carved trails through his wet hair, digging into his scalp, holding him, and Daisuke pushed himself against him.
"Sato..." he groaned, hands scrabbling at the wet fabric, trying to remove it.
Satoshi gasped, forcefully drawing away from the tempting mouth, gazing into the heated eyes. His hands stroked over the firm chest, hindered by the clinging shirt, and he fought to remove it, like his lover fought to get his own removed. The clothes landed on the floor with a wet sound and their bodies collided, naked chests cool and damp against each other.
"Bed," he growled when they came up for air again.
Daisuke's soft groan was full of agreement.
Shedding the pants, which were just as clinging due to the rain, the two men finally were naked, together, on the bed, and Daisuke was bucking underneath Satoshi's ministrations. He raked his fingers over his lover's back, blunt nails leaving red trails. Satoshi felt the hard arousal bump against his own, and he shivered, the need rising.
"Sato... want you..." Daisuke whispered.
He gazed into those heated eyes, trying to understand. He closed a hand around the arousal, stroking slowly, and Daisuke whimpered. His hips rose, pushing into the gentle grip and his legs fell open.
Satoshi swallowed at the blatantly open invitation. But he wouldn't draw the wrong conclusions. Taking his time to kiss a trail down the firm stomach and stroke the sensitive skin of the inner thighs, he finally arrived at the prize and gave it an experimental lick.
Daisuke moaned his appreciation. He raised his legs left and right, feet digging into the mattress, and pushed himself up on his elbows, watching as Satoshi licked and nipped and kissed him. Whenever he looked up, Satoshi met those passion-darkened eyes in a flushed face, begging him silently for more.
He let a finger slide further down, brushing over Daisuke's most intimate area. His lover's face showed nothing but trust and need and want.
"Sato... please..." he begged.
Satoshi sat up and crawled up the slender body, kissing Daisuke deeply. "I want to be in you," he whispered, putting into words what he hoped Daisuke was trying to tell him.
"Yes," was the low, fervent reply.
It would be their first time. For both of them. Daisuke had never slept with a man before and while Satoshi had been a top in the past, he had never felt much for his bed partners. For Daisuke, he felt more than simply love. It was a soul deep connection to a man he loved so completely, it sometimes scared him.
Now, looking at the dozing man, Satoshi could still feel those tight muscle surround him, hear Daisuke's harsh breathing. The first time always hurt and he had tried to be gentle, had used enough lube to drown in, but the discomfort had been there for several seconds, until Satoshi had started to move, stroking over that special spot.
They had lasted longer than he would have thought and it had been wonderful.
Satoshi ran a hand over the curve of Daisuke's ribs, down to a hip where the deflated arousal rested. He skipped over the hip bone to the firm behind, following the slick feel to where he had been just a short while ago.
Daisuke moved sleepily and brown eyes opened. He smiled at Satoshi, legs unconsciously spreading a little. Satoshi knew how tender Daisuke was at the moment, that he would feel the discomfort for a while longer, and he had no intention to make it worse. He simply caressed him and leaned over, pressing their lips together.
"Happy anniversary," Daisuke whispered when they parted.
He chuckled. "Happy anniversary," he echoed. "You okay?"
"More than okay."
Daisuke stretched lazily and winced only a little as abused muscles protested. He pulled Satoshi to him again, snuggling close.
"Love you."
As always those words launched a myriad of emotions in Satoshi and the blond smiled. Daisuke's love was precious to him.
"And I want to repeat this," his lover added. "Often." He nipped at him. "A lot." Another nip. "Really a lot." And a little bite.
Satoshi's body tingled with the words and the biting nips. "I'd love to," he managed hoarsely.
Daisuke hummed in pleasure, closing his eyes. It was how he fell asleep in Satoshi's arms and the other man just watched him. He didn't know what deity he had to thank for his happiness, for this man in his arms, for his love, for his life, but he would be eternally grateful.
end of this ficlet
to be continued