Hiroki licked his lips as he slowly slipped his engagement ring off of his finger and set it down on the bedside table. He couldn't wear it while doing such a thing- he would feel too guilty.
Hiroki had never felt so shameful yet aroused as gentle fingertips trailed up and down his bare skin, brushing past his quivering nipples.
It had only been a month, and he had already slipped down to this level. No… it had only been a week after he had arrived in Sweden when he had fallen into the temptation. Ever since then, these fingertips, which were certainly not Nowaki's, had been pleasuring him in place of his fiancé.
He truly didn't want this, these hands, this unwelcome touch. He wanted Nowaki's molten heat, not this lukewarm substitute. But what was he to do? He was a man, after all. He needed it. Badly.
"Hurry," Hiroki hissed, tipping his head back against the snow white sheets of the bed, writhing slightly to coax the touch down further. There was no response to his pleas, and the fingertips continued to gently tease his body.
Just like Nowaki.
"Oh…" Hiroki moaned at the thought of Nowaki. His dripping erection twitched underneath the disheveled terrycloth of his snow white bathrobe.
Hiroki gasped and jolted as the fingertips lightly brushed past a sweet spot on his ribs, then traveled down to untie the sash of his robe. Hiroki stretched his mouth open, pale pink lips trembling with sexual anticipation. His robe fell open, not that it mattered much; it had been so mussed up already that the top had already been open. Hiroki shamefully brought his knees up to hide his trembling erection, but the lukewarm hands eased his legs apart, fingertips brushing against the creamy skin of his inner thighs.
Hiroki cracked his eyes open and rolled his head over to see Fuyumi's crib, where she was sleeping soundly with her pacifier. Hiroki smiled waveringly, glad that his daughter couldn't see, much less understand, the vulgar acts unfolding before her in the bedroom.
He was torn out of his thoughts of Fuyumi with a wanton moan as the fingertips stroked his fine, light brown curls at the base of his member. Hiroki willingly spread his legs and arched his back, panting as he felt the hands travel downwards…downwards…
And then they were ringing his twitching entrance. The index finger pushed in, and Hiroki stretched his mouth open in a silent scream. The finger within him curled against his prostate, drawing out a long yet quiet moan. Hiroki jerked and twitched, and soon the first finger was joined by a second. They rapidly began to curl harder.
"Nnn… oh God, ohh… ahn…" Hiroki whimpered, trembling. He brought his knees further up, raising his hips and opening himself up even more. The fingers began twisting and thrusting up against him with force, but it wasn't enough.
It wasn't like Nowaki.
"More… more!" Hiroki panted, but the fingers didn't oblige to his begs. They thrust into him as hard as possible, curling and drilling and scissoring. Hiroki's tightly shut eyes snapped open as he felt an orgasm pooling in his abdomen. "Ah… ah, ah, ah! ...AH!"
Hiroki came, molten seed spilling onto his stomach. Several spurts miraculously reached up to his ribs.
If it had been Nowaki, the spurts could have gotten to his nipples.
Hiroki sighed and shivered as the fingers retreated from his entrance with a small squelch.
There was a slight pause, and he groaned as a fiery blush spread on his cheeks.
"Augh!" Hiroki exclaimed in frustration, rolling onto his stomach and burying his face in a nearby pillow. He kicked at the bed like a small, pouting child. "You've turned me into a horny schoolboy! Fuck you, Kusama Nowaki!"
Hiroki sighed and experimentally ground his softening erection into the sheets, licking his lips at the wonderful friction. He looked up from his pillow and brought his hands up to examine them. His left hand was shimmering with the juices of his indulgences. Hiroki blushed harder and dropped his head down onto the pillow once more. He wiped his fingers off and fumbled around the bedside table for his engagement ring. He found it after a few moments of searching and slipped it onto his finger. He felt bad for betraying Nowaki by taking off the ring, but he would feel even worse if the beautiful faceted surface got dirty because of his frequent masturbation.
Hiroki groaned and wriggled his hips, wishing Nowaki was thrusting into him at that very moment. He didn't dare to count how many times he masturbated a day: although he was fairly certain it was at least five.
"Nowaki!" Hiroki growled accusingly into his pillow. He raised his head and nibbled his index finger, looking over his shoulder at the bathrobe just barely covering his raised hips. He moaned and reached back to dance his fingertips over his bottom. He twirled his tongue around his finger and angled his hips up more.
Just as he was about to pull up his bathrobe and reveal the firm globes of his bottom, there was a buzzing sound. Hiroki froze and turned to the bedside table, where his phone was vibrating on the mahogany surface. Hiroki frantically clawed his way across the bed to the table. He cleared his throat before grabbing the phone and flipping it open.
"Hello?" he said sweetly, bringing up one of his feet and pointing his toes up towards the ceiling.
"Oh wow, if only I got that greeting every time I called you."
Hiroki scowled.
"Fuck you, Miyagi. What do you want?" Hiroki asked grumpily, letting his foot plop back onto the bed.
"It's Sunday, remember? Shinobu wants to take you shopping with him while I watch the kids."
"It's Sunday already?" Hiroki whined, resting his chin in his hand and pouting. "I don't wanna go grocery shopping. That means I'd have to take a shower and get all cleaned up… why can't I watch the kids?"
"Because Shinobu is brutal while grocery shopping, and you know that. Anything I try to get, he'll call me fat and punch me in the shoulder."
"That's because you're terrible at grocery shopping. You choose everything that isn't on sale, and you can't compare prices worth a shit. Shinobu just doesn't tell you because he doesn't want to hurt your feelings."
"Doesn't want to hurt my feelings? And calling me fat doesn't hurt my feelings?"
Hiroki rolled his eyes.
"Ugh. Fine, I'll go. I'll be over in about forty-five minutes."
"Yay! Thanks, Kamijou!"
"Whatever."
"Bye, Kami-cha-"
Hiroki snapped the phone shut and tossed it down onto his pillow. He then sighed and reluctantly slid out of bed, pulling his robe together and tying the sash. He hummed as he went to Fuyumi's crib and peered inside.
Fuyumi's pacifier had fallen out, and she was sucking on the paw of her orange stuffed kitty. Hiroki grinned and went back to the bedside table, where he picked up his video camera. He went through the motions of turning it on, having done it so much that he didn't even need to look at the buttons anymore. He went back to the crib and began recording his precious daughter.
"Well… it's February eighth, and it's uh…" Hiroki looked over his shoulder at his alarm clock. "It's one in the afternoon… I'm about to wake up Fuyumi, so I thought I'd record her sucking on her cat toy… because I know you'd like that."
Hiroki chuckled awkwardly, flustered by the thought that Nowaki would be watching the recording that very second- it was about nine in the evening in Japan.
"Hey, baby, you want to go play with Eiji?" Hiroki asked, reaching inside to gently rouse Fuyumi with a gentle pat on the cheeks. Fuyumi's eyes slowly peeled open, and she smacked her lips up at Hiroki. She yawned, letting out a little squeak as she did so. Hiroki giggled. "I'm about to give her a bath, Nowaki. I'm going out shopping today with Shinobu, so I don't know when I'll be back. Um… it should only take about two hours or so… but I guess by then you won't be able to video chat, so-"
Hiroki was interrupted as his phone began to ring. He scowled and turned the camera to face him, glowering into the lens.
"That's you, isn't it?" he asked flatly. He went to the bedside table and picked up the phone, flipping it open. "Hello?"
"Hiro-san! I'm watching the recording right now!"
"Hmph. I never would have guessed, you idiot," Hiroki scoffed. Despite himself, he smiled as he sat down on the edge of the bed and crossed his legs. The flaps of his robe slid off and revealed the bare skin of his thighs.
"Mmm… look at those sexy legs."
Hiroki flushed scarlet and whipped his gaze at the camera he had set down carelessly beside him. He roughly turned it to the side so it was facing Fuyumi's crib.
"Hey, eyes on Fuyumi, you damn pervert."
"Sorry, your legs are just so-"
"Nowaki…" Hiroki trailed off warningly.
"Sorry, Hiro-san."
"I have to get ready, Nowaki, so I'm going to put you on speaker. No dirty stuff, alright? You'll corrupt our child."
"Can I watch you change?"
"Nowaki!"
"Sorry."
Hiroki sighed and stood. He left the bedroom and went into the living room, then went through the archway into the kitchen. He took a moment to appreciate his house for what seemed to be the thousandth time.
The house's layout was very similar to his and Nowaki's former apartment, except it was big enough to hold three people instead of just two, and there was a second floor for the library. Also unlike the old apartment, the color theme of the house was white: beautiful, simple white. White carpets, walls, and ceilings. Neat and clean. Sunlight lit up the house through the expertly placed windows, casting a magnificent, reflecting glow across the carpet.
In the living room, the white love seat and armchair sat adjacent to each other, along with a nice glass coffee table with a decorative bowl of polished stones. The house had also come equipped with a fireplace, and above it hung the flat screen television- a must-have with Hiroki's and Nowaki's newly obtained wealth. The living room was connected to two doors and an archway: the bedroom, the archway to the hall that led to the laundry room, bathroom, and staircase, and Fuyumi's future bedroom. The nursery had been recreated exactly like the first one after a few days of hard work between Miyagi, Alrik, and Hiroki. However, Hiroki hadn't been able to bring himself to leaving Fuyumi in the new nursery, as he felt too lonely when he went to bed at night.
The kitchen was somewhat of a different story. While maintaining the white theme with the tile floor and cupboards, the countertops were of black, stainless marble. The appliances were modern: stainless steel, electronic, completely child-proof, and safe. The kitchen also came with a perk that Nowaki had especially loved: an island countertop with modern-style barstools.
The kitchen also led to the entrance hall, and the front door to their home, which was a convenient forty yards away from the country-side road. Shinobu's and Miyagi's house was a little ways down the street. Hiroki had thought of it to be too close at first, but when he saw that their houses were separated by a single file line of thick pine trees, he had felt a lot more comfortable.
Hiroki went up to the counter next to the sink, where he grabbed some baby body wash, a few dish towels, and a white hand towel that he kept in the drawer for Fuyumi's baths.
"I'm going to put the camera right here for a moment," Hiroki said, setting the camera down on the counter beside the sink. He went back to the bedroom and held the phone to his ear with his shoulder. Stooping down, he scooped Fuyumi up and out of her crib, grunting slightly. "She's getting bigger, Nowaki."
"That's good."
Hiroki took Fuyumi into the kitchen and held her in the crook of his arm as he put the stopper in the drain of the kitchen sink. He began filling it with water, checking the temperature with his fingers.
"Don't you think she's a little too big for sink baths though, Hiro-san?"
"I like giving her sink baths. It's nice and easy, and I don't have to worry about her slipping so much," Hiroki said, pursing his lips. While the sink filled, he took the phone away from his ear and turned on speaker. He set it down on the counter beside him. "Okay, speaker is on now."
"Alright."
Fuyumi jolted at the new voice and squealed, bicycling her feet and wriggling. Hiroki giggled.
"Who's that, Fuyumi? Who's that?" he cooed as he set Fuyumi down on a dish towel on the counter and began stripping her of her footie pajamas and her diaper. "Is that daddy?"
Fuyumi gurgled excitedly and kicked up her feet.
"Hehe, she's so energetic."
"Just like she was in papa's tummy," Hiroki said in a sing-song voice, playfully pinching Fuyumi's chubby baby cheeks. She reached out for Hiroki, cooing. Hiroki finished undressing her and picked her up, holding her over the sink bath. He slowly allowed her feet to touch the water. When she didn't flinch away, he gently lowered her into the bath. She instantly began flapping her arms, slapping the water and sending it splashing up onto Hiroki. Hiroki and Nowaki laughed together.
"Do you think she'll be a swimmer, Hiro-san?"
"I don't know. A swimmer, or maybe even a soccer- oh, woops, I mean fútbol player," Hiroki corrected.
"That reminds me, how is your Swedish coming?" Nowaki asked.
"Good. Alrik is great at teaching it. I've learned so much in one month- I can understand a lot of basic conversations," Hiroki said. "In return, I'm teaching him Japanese. He's getting a lot better at it, too."
"…Do you miss teaching, Hiro-san?"
Hiroki paused his washing of Fuyumi as his eyelids lowered slightly.
"Yeah," he said after a slight hesitation. "I really do. It's just… you know, took me a long time to get to the status of associate professor."
He continued his washing as both he and Nowaki went silent. Fuyumi, seeming to notice the tension, was silent as she sucked her thumb and looked up at Hiroki questioningly.
"I know, babe. But don't worry. I'm sure you'll have plenty of opportunities over there once your citizenship locks in and you've gotten accustomed to the language. You're amazing, Hiro-san."
Hiroki sighed and willed the sting in his eyes to go away.
"I really miss Japan. I miss my job, I miss Akihiko and Misaki… I miss you," Hiroki murmured. His throat constricted and he silently cursed himself.
Every time. Every time he spoke to Nowaki, he'd get like this. He'd start to cry, or shout, or complain. He hated it- he felt so selfish. He, at least, had Fuyumi. Nowaki had no one, and he still managed to pull himself together.
"I miss you too, Hiro-san."
Hiroki snorted and shook his head, forcing the lump in his throat to fade.
"It's okay. I'm absolutely fine."
