Nowaki hadn't been expecting that, and his brows furrowed. Hiroki, however, reached up to Nowaki's neck and fished the wedding band necklace out of his shirt.

"Of course I'm independent," Hiroki said, holding Nowaki's wedding band in one hand as he reached up to grab his own wedding band necklace and squeeze it in his fist. "That's all physical, though. I am dependent, however, on you emotionally. It is in that aspect that I could not go on living without you."

Nowaki's concern immediately vanished and was replaced by his 'Hiro-san-is-so-poetic' face, to which Hiroki responded hastily.

"I love you. And I really do need you, no matter how much I want to deny it," Hiroki continued, earning a blush from Nowaki. Hiroki released the wedding band necklaces to caress Nowaki's cheek, smirking slightly. "Took me long enough to throw away all of that pride, di-"

Hiroki's sentence was smothered as Nowaki descended onto him and kissed him frantically. Hiroki rolled his eyes but smiled into the kiss anyway, lifting his arms to wrap them around Nowaki's neck. He allowed his eyes to flutter shut, but the kiss didn't last long before Nowaki pulled away.

"You are an expert at making me happy (*)," he gushed breathlessly. "I have no idea how I was able to make it through these past couple months."

Hiroki smiled.

"Because you're physically independent, like me."

Nowaki's eyelids lowered, then he reached up to take one of Hiroki's hands from his neck.

"Not entirely," he murmured. He brought Hiroki's hand down to feel his reawakened erection. "Perhaps I'm a little physically dependent on you after all."

Hiroki blushed and pinched his lips together.

"Every intimate moment between us always gets turned into an invite for perversion for you, you-"

"Idiot? Sorry. I'm not very good with words. This-" Nowaki guided Hiroki's hand in a circle around the bulge in his pants. "-is my way of showing my love."

"Liar!" Hiroki barked. Nowaki ignored him and stooped his head to kiss his forehead before traveling down his face. "You are more of a fucking poet than I am! You turn every second of our love life a fucking romance novel!"

Nowaki continued to ignore him and kept moving downwards, inching towards Hiroki's neck.

"And another thing," Hiroki went on. Nowaki reached his jaw line. "You always make fun- ah!"

Nowaki grinned against the slightly moist place on Hiroki's neck where he had nibbled.

"Listen to me," Hiroki snapped breathily. "Listen to… y-you always make fun… you… I… make… uhn…"

Hiroki tipped his head back to give the heated lips and tongue better access to the smooth flesh of his neck, reaching up to grip Nowaki's shoulders.

"More," Hiroki whispered. Nowaki let out a low groan in the back of his throat as he suckled Hiroki's neck a little harder. Hiroki whimpered and tugged on Nowaki's shirt. Nowaki pulled away, smirking mischievously.

"Okay, it was a little lie to tell you that I'm not good with words. But I'm much better at this," Nowaki said cheerfully. Hiroki rolled his eyes.

"If you're so good, then shut your fat mouth and keep doin' it," Hiroki huffed. Nowaki grinned.

"Of course!"

Nowaki stooped down to continue devouring Hiroki's neck. His open-mouthed kisses trailed down the side to lick the hollow under Hiroki's ear. Hiroki shuddered and hummed a small moan as Nowaki's tongue flicked over his earlobe.

"Hnn…" Hiroki sighed. He arched his body, and Nowaki caught him around the waist with one strong arm, lifting his middle up to meet his traveling lips. When he got to Hiroki's nipples, he nibbled one and reached up to pinch the other. The sensations went straight to Hiroki's groin, which was beginning to awaken under the concealment of his underwear. As more tingles of pleasure rolled downwards, Hiroki lost strength in his arms and let them flop down onto the sheets beside his head. He looked down and caught Nowaki staring back up at him through ebony lashes as he ringed Hiroki's belly button with his skilled tongue.

"Hmm, Hiro-san, you're-" Nowaki began, traveling downwards a little more and slipping his arm out from underneath Hiroki's waist. Before he could continue, however, he went absolutely still.

"Nowaki?" Hiroki asked, lifting his head in confusion.

"Hiro-san," Nowaki croaked in a low voice. He looked up, and Hiroki almost gasped at the strange look on his face.

"Wh-What?" Hiroki asked nervously.

"What on earth are these?" Nowaki asked, his voice cracking slightly. He pointed at Hiroki's groin. Hiroki followed his finger and smiled in understanding. He let his head flop back down onto the head, and he smiled alluringly.

"Mm? Do you like them?" he asked lowly, squeezing his thighs together. Nowaki gulped and nodded stupidly.

"God, Hiro-san," Nowaki breathed. "I can't believe I didn't notice them until now."

Hiroki blushed. It was Miyagi's little gift from the day before that had caught Nowaki's attention, and it consisted of a pair of skin-tight, scarlet lingerie boxer-briefs with strips of black lace revealing the dips of skin beneath his hip bones.

He had been very against the idea of having such a… lewd selection of underwear to choose from when Miyagi had left the entire supply in his bedroom and had rudely stolen his normal underwear away. But now, as Hiroki watched Nowaki's hungry stare and the creeping hand itching to masturbate to the treat that had been laid out before him, Hiroki was considering digging into the thongs he had received and starting to wear those.

"So fucking hot," Nowaki hissed. "I can't decide whether I want to rip these off or come all over them."

"Neither!" Hiroki barked. "How about you focus your perversion on your own clothes! I'm still the only one in my underwear!"

Nowaki glanced down at his full black attire. He enthusiastically threw his shirt off and stood before Hiroki in nothing but his jeans. Hiroki subconsciously licked his lips, his abdomen clenching a little at the sight of Nowaki's silver wedding band resting atop his muscled chest.

"Is there any lube?" Nowaki asked. Hiroki flushed bright red.

"N-No… I assumed you'd bring some," he mumbled. "I'm sorry, I should've-"

"No, no. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked- it's not your responsibility. I was so eager to get here tonight that I forgot to pick some up."

Hiroki blushed even more, his chest becoming a light shade of pink.

"Nowaki…"

"Really, it's okay. What could we use as a substitute?"

"Um…" Hiroki said quietly. "Sh-Shampoo?"

Nowaki pondered for a moment before breaking into a wide grin.

"How about body lotion? Have any of that?"

"Yeah. It's in the bathroom," Hiroki said. There was a long pause, during which Nowaki stared down at Hiroki expectantly.

"Um… I don't know where your bathroom is, my love."

Hiroki blushed all the way down to his chest. It was strange- their midnight encounter was almost as if they were high school brats all over again, sneaking around in a bedroom for the first time. Hiroki sat up shyly, folding his bare legs to the side. Nowaki gulped and made an awkward movement as if to pounce on Hiroki.

"I'll show you," Hiroki said hurriedly. He slid out of the bed and offered Nowaki his hand. Nowaki took it and they interlaced their fingers. Hiroki led Nowaki out of the bedroom and down the hall beside the door.

"Mmm," Nowaki hummed from behind when Hiroki turned on the hall lights. Hiroki glanced over his shoulder.

"What?"

"Your ass is so cute," Nowaki purred, flicking his hand forward to lightly smack Hiroki's bottom. Hiroki arched his body forward and squealed.

"Don't!" he whined. He reached behind him with his free hand and opened and closed it for Nowaki's. "I don't trust you, gimmie your hand."

Nowaki chuckled and obliged to Hiroki's demand, taking Hiroki's other hand in his. As a mini train, they walked together to the bathroom. There, Hiroki released Nowaki and went to a cupboard. He rummaged around in it before retrieving a bottle of body lotion.

"Mmm," Nowaki hummed again, outstretching his hand for the bottle. Hiroki handed it to him, and Nowaki studied it briefly. "'Warm Vanilla'? I bet that smell suits you. This is all-natural, right? If it isn't, we can't use it."

"I think so," Hiroki said, leaning over to read the bottle. Sure enough, there was a little label at the bottom that read All Natural. "Why does it have to be all natural?"

"It'll burn if it isn't," Nowaki said simply, handing the lotion back to Hiroki. Hiroki laughed nervously.

"It's a good thing you're a doctor," he said, pretending to wipe sweat from his forehead. Nowaki laughed.

"C'mere," Nowaki said after a little pause. Hiroki gasped in surprise as Nowaki stooped down, wrapped his arms around Hiroki's thighs, and hoisted him up into his arms. Hiroki let his legs swing on either side of Nowaki's waist, supported by Nowaki's clasped hands scooping under his bottom.

"Nowaki?" Hiroki asked when Nowaki didn't move and simply swayed in the middle of the bathroom. Nowaki thought for a moment, then looked up at Hiroki.

"I wish I could carry you forever," Nowaki murmured, rocking back and forth with his precious fiancé. Hiroki shyly played with the cap of the lotion bottle.

"I wish you'd just carry me to bed," Hiroki mumbled. Nowaki smiled.

"Fair enough."