Hiroki looked up and smiled through his beautiful, beautiful tears.

Click.

"So adorable."

Nowaki sighed dreamily and leaned his head against his fist, watching through half lidded eyes as he watched his lovely fiancé's face turn towards him over and over. It must have been a half hour since he started rewinding the video, but he couldn't get enough of it. Nowaki sighed, shut his eyes to send a telepathic kiss to Hiroki, then rewound the entire video.

As Hiroki read on the screen, Nowaki mouthed the words with him, having watched the video nonstop for the past hour and a half. He glanced at the grandfather clock behind him. He ought to be getting to bed…

"I'll like you for always."

Nowaki turned back to the laptop and dismissed the time, melting in his desk chair as he listened to the most beautiful voice on planet earth.

"Oh, Hiro-san," Nowaki murmured. He leaned forward and kissed his laptop screen, right on Hiroki's head. "Mmm... I'll like you for always."

"Nowaki?" asked Misaki's voice. A moment later, the door opened and Misaki walked in with a laundry hamper. Nowaki pulled away from his laptop screen and sat back in his desk chair, smiling dazedly at the screen.

"Hi, Misaki," he said with a goofy smile. Misaki smiled back at him and walked up behind him.

"Another episode of 'Hiro-san Feeding Fuyumi'?" Misaki asked. He paused for a moment, listening to the Hiroki on the screen reading out loud. "Oh! When I was small, my mom and dad read that to me."

Nowaki caught the tremor in Misaki's voice, and he reached over his shoulder with a comforting hand. Misaki put his hand in Nowaki's, and he squeezed for reassurance. Misaki cleared his throat and went to Nowaki's dresser to put away the clothes.

"What are you doing up so late?" Nowaki asked, turning in his desk chair to face his petite housemate. Misaki glanced at him.

"Tomi-chan needed to have her diaper changed, so I thought I'd just bring in the clean clothes from outside in case it rains tonight. What are you doing up so late? Just watching videos?"

"Yep," Nowaki answered cheerfully. "Isn't Hiro-san just so cute?"

Misaki laughed, passing behind Nowaki with his empty hamper.

"It'd be kind of weird to say that about my former professor. It's kind of unsettling that he's so surprisingly good with children."

Nowaki smiled gently at the laptop screen, where Hiroki was starting to sniffle because of the contents of the book.

"Oh, but he loves Fuyumi so much, I'm almost jealous. The only reason I'm not is because I love Fuyumi just as much as Hiro-san does," Nowaki said. There was a short silence as he and Misaki watched the video. Without warning, a small window popped up onto the screen.

1 New Live Stream Request

Go to live stream mode now?

Nowaki clicked 'OK' and looked over his shoulder to grin excitedly at Misaki. He looked back at his laptop and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. The video was only of a white door. However, after a moment, Nowaki saw that it was being snuck towards with whoever was holding the camera. A hand: small, wrinkled, and fragile, reached out to grasp the handle of the door and very, very slowly turn. The camera suddenly turned around to face Tomoko, who gave Nowaki a huge, cheesy wink.

"Ooookaay," Misaki said slowly as Tomoko turned the camera back towards the door. "I have a sneaking suspicion that this video will be- oh!"

Tomoko had very slowly opened the door to reveal Hiroki just as he was letting the white towel around his waist flop to the floor of what was obviously a bathroom. Misaki scrambled out of the room, most likely to be courteous of Nowaki's feelings of having other people seeing his Hiro-san naked... or maybe because he had just seen Kamijou the Devil naked.

However, Nowaki hadn't even registered Misaki's departure, and instead he stared, transfixed, at the scene unfolding before him.

The camera jostled around a little as it was silently set on a nearby bathroom counter, giving Nowaki the perfect angle to watch Hiroki. Hiroki, meanwhile, kept on obliviously flitting about the bathroom, completely missing the tiny click of the door being closed once more. Nowaki shakily licked his lips as Hiroki bent down to turn on the water of the nicely sized, two-person tub.

They had done well with their house hunting by finding a house with a large, two-person bath. The tub was white and built into a ledge connected to the wall. Nowaki couldn't quite see the interior of the tub from his angle, but he knew from memory that it had one long bench in it that was built into the tub in such a way that it became more of a lounge than a seat: perfect for relaxing and cuddling. Another feature of the bathroom that Hiroki had especially liked was that the bath was gigantic and probably could fit three people, and that it was almost a hot tub. Holes in the sides of its interior offered both water and bubble bath jet action.

Hiroki swayed as the tub filled, humming a song that Nowaki vaguely recognized.

Nowaki adjusted himself in his desk chair- his mind screamed for the special treat of receiving a video of Hiroki masturbating in the bathtub, or at least giving himself a sensual soap massage. Nowaki's mouth watered and he moved to unbutton his pants in anticipation.

However, Hiroki turned around once the tub was full, and Nowaki literally ducked down in his chair as if Hiroki could see him. Hiroki was smiling in a different direction, though, and he disappeared off camera for a few seconds. He returned with a baby carrier in hand that had been lined with pure white towels. And in the baby carrier, stark naked with excited, kicking legs, was Fuyumi, who gooed and cooed gleefully as her papa brought her towards the tub.

Nowaki's lust immediately faded, only to be replaced with a warm, bubbling feeling of pure love towards his family, which was just as good if not better than desire. He leaned forward in his chair and rested his elbows on the table. He interlaced his fingers, then propped his chin up on them.

Hiroki unbuckled Fuyumi from her baby seat and picked her up. He lowered her over the water of the tub to dip her feet in the steaming bath and check if Fuyumi was alright with the temperature. Fuyumi squealed happily, kicking her legs and sending up little splashes of water. Hiroki giggled at her- not the stage giggle he usually used with Nowaki, but a genuine, cutesy giggle-snort. Hiroki pulled Fuyumi away from the bath and cradled her in one arm. He picked up her baby carrier and set it carefully on a free spot on the ledge. He double and triple checked that the baby carrier was secure on the ledge, then gently set Fuyumi back into it. He buckled her in halfway so she wouldn't fall out, then stepped into the tub. Sinking into the water, he moaned with content.

Nowaki felt a little guilty as his abdomen tightened slightly at the sweet sound, but his shame was forgotten as Hiroki turned to Fuyumi, unbuckled her, and lifted her out of her carrier. She gurgled as Hiroki gently laid her face-down onto his chest so she was half submerged in water. Hiroki leaned back slowly against the lounge of the bathtub. Fuyumi slid her hands up her papa's ribs and rested them above her head so she could shakily lift her body up into a mini pushup. Hiroki giggled again as he poured a handful of warm water over Fuyumi's back.

"Is it slippery, sweetie?" Hiroki asked lovingly as Fuyumi babbled at him. As if on cue, Fuyumi's hands slipped and she flopped down onto her papa's chest. Hiroki laughed at first, but stopped when Fuyumi began to whimper in the beginnings of a crying session.

"Oh no," Nowaki breathed, smiling a little. "What will you do, Hiro-san?"

"Ohohoho, honey," Hiroki cooed as he chuckled, scooping a hand under Fuyumi's bottom and sliding her up his chest. "It's okay, I've got you, baby. Don't cry."

Hiroki soothingly rubbed Fuyumi's back as she quieted and laid her head against her papa's chest. Hiroki stooped his head and kissed the spiral of her downy hair.

"Can you hear my heartbeat, Fuyumi?" Hiroki asked in a sweet whisper, nuzzling his baby's head with his cheek. Fuyumi patted his chest in content, and then let out little coos of delight as Hiroki grabbed a nearby bottle of baby soap and drizzled some onto her back. He hummed and lathered the soap onto his baby.

Nowaki watched in complete bliss, drowning in love for his beautiful family. He was just beginning to feel like he was floating when Hiroki let out a cry. Nowaki blinked in confusion at first, but then his eyes widened in disbelief as he saw Hiroki's slightly contorted, blushing face.

His uke face.

"Fuyu-! Ah!" Hiroki cried out. Nowaki furrowed his eyebrows in bewilderment, his eyes searching frantically for the cause of Hiroki's moans. Hiroki looked down at Fuyumi, squinting in what looked like pleasure. Nowaki followed his gaze to the source of the problem.

Fuyumi had found one of Hiroki's nipples and had latched onto it, kneading the slight raise of flesh around it.

"Stop… sweetie, sto-" Hiroki panted. He let out another small gasp and lolled his head back.

Nowaki didn't know whether to be turned on, jealous, or amused. His body, however, made the decision for him, his member scrambling to stand at attention inside of its denim containment.

"Ugh," Nowaki grunted, looking down at the straining bulge in his pants. He muttered to himself; "What kind of father am I?"

"Phew," Hiroki sighed in relief after a few moments of shuddering under Fuyumi's suckling lips. He patted her bottom, tipping his head back to catch his breath. Fuyumi pushed herself up into a mini-pushup and flapped her lips at her papa.

"Aba?" Fuyumi questioned, obliviously gurgling and giggling. Hiroki looked back down at her and smiled waveringly.

"Those aren't for you, sweetie," Hiroki scolded playfully. He nuzzled Fuyumi's cheek with the tip of his nose. "They're for Daddy."

"Shit!" Nowaki cursed out loud, doubling over in his chair and clutching the bulge in his pants as it throbbed painfully. He paused the video and rewound it.

"They're for Daddy."

For him. Here Hiroki was, admitting that his nipples did, indeed, belong to Nowaki. Nowaki let out a whimper, looking over his shoulder at the bed, turning back towards the laptop, and looking back at the bed. It would be such an un-fatherly thing to do if he...

"Forgive me, Hiro-san," Nowaki hiss-whispered. He shot out of his desk chair and dove onto the bed. With hasty, skilled fingers, he unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down to his mid-thigh. He set to work immediately on his erection, his hand nearly a blur.

Nowaki hardly had time to moan before he was coming hard into his hand.

Thirty seconds…

Nowaki sighed as he sat up and stared down at his seed-soaked hand. He thought masturbating was supposed to increase his sexual stamina… not decrease it to a mere thirty seconds. Sighing in defeat, he slipped out of bed and dropped to his knees to retrieve the paper towel roll from underneath his bed. However, he only found an empty cardboard tube.

"Oh, hell," Nowaki cursed again, rolling his eyes. He hauled himself to his feet, careful to not touch anything with his dirtied hand. He crept to his bedroom door and slowly opened it with his clean hand. He looked left and right before moving to sneak out, but his eyes caught something. He glanced down to see a fresh tissue box on the floor with a note on the top.

To Nowaki
From Akihiko