They headed towards the bedroom with slow, deliberate movements. Their walk was almost like a waltz, an unhurried dance of touches and tickles and tender squeezes in all of the right places, subtle yet full of meaning.
Eventually, Nowaki was coaxed in the right direction, and they meandered their way back to the bedroom. Once they got to the bed, Nowaki had calmed down enough to set Hiroki down and reluctantly slip his fiancé's lingerie boxer briefs off and toss them aside. Hiroki made up for Nowaki's loss by giving him a show. He lifted his legs as sensually as possible and clasped his hands under his knees, raising one foot to point his toes at the ceiling. Nowaki seemed to enjoy this, and he immediately set to work.
The 'Warm Vanilla' lotion proved to be a much better lube than Hiroki had expected, its sweet smell bringing his member to full attention within moments of Nowaki's preparations.
"Does it hurt?" Nowaki asked softly as he slipped his first finger in after thoroughly coating the first set of muscles guarding Hiroki's warmth.
"N-Not really," Hiroki whispered, squeezing his eyes shut. He felt Nowaki take his ankle into his free hand and kiss the top of his foot.
"Sorry, Hiro-san," Nowaki apologized gently. "You'll feel good soon."
Hiroki nodded and held his breath. Nowaki's fingers were significantly longer than Hiroki's were, and the curls were deeper and much more intense than Hiroki had remembered.
Nowaki's third finger was the worst, as Hiroki was only accustomed to two.
"Uhn, Nowaki!" Hiroki cried out in protest, clenching hard around Nowaki's fingers. They stopped moving for a moment, and Hiroki squirmed. "It hu- ah!"
"Relax, Hiro-san," Nowaki murmured, bending over to kiss the side of Hiroki's contorted mouth. Hiroki hissed in pain, unable to bring himself to relax.
"It hurts," Hiroki whimpered, momentarily releasing his knees to cover his eyes with one hand. "Oh my God…"
"Please don't tense your body," Nowaki pleaded. He began moving again, and Hiroki jolted.
"Not yet!" he squealed.
"You're not loosening up with fingers."
Nowaki pulled out, and Hiroki felt a moment of relief before Nowaki was spreading his legs and unbuttoning his pants.
"No, Nowaki, I can't!" Hiroki begged, trembling as he tried to scramble away from Nowaki, who had pressed up against him and was lining up with his entrance.
"It'll only hurt for a while, I promise," Nowaki whispered hoarsely. Hiroki looked up to see Nowaki's perspiring face. He had been holding out as long as possible.
"Nowaki…"
"Bite my wrist," Nowaki said, leaning over Hiroki and bracing himself with a hand pressed into the sheets right beside Hiroki's face. His wrist was just close enough for Hiroki to latch onto, but Hiroki shook his head vehemently and pinched his lips together.
Nowaki began to push in.
"Ah! Ah!" Hiroki wailed. Nowaki wasn't even halfway in when the tears began to pour. He sobbed into his balled fists as he curled in on himself, squeezing Nowaki's waist hard with his thighs.
"Shh," Nowaki hushed gently from above, dotting comforting kisses over Hiroki's dampened cheeks. "It's okay, baby."
Hiroki opened his mouth to let out another squeal as Nowaki continued to push himself inside. Before he could, however, Nowaki's lips were there, muffling his cries. He worked hard to kiss away the pain as Hiroki wept into his mouth.
"I'm all the way in," Nowaki breathed when he pulled away. "Tell me when you're ready."
Hiroki nodded and took a few deep breaths, willing himself to relax around Nowaki. As he worked, Nowaki gently suckled, kissed, and licked one spot in the crook of Hiroki's neck, his lips slow and gentle in their movements. He was obviously trying to leave a hickey, but Hiroki didn't mind. He wanted it.
He wanted the whole world to know that his fiancé had returned to him.
"You just loosened up a lot, Hiro-san," Nowaki mumbled against Hiroki's skin. Hiroki took a deep breath and exhaled shakily, melting against the sheets.
"Welcome home," he whispered, reaching up to stroke Nowaki's hair. Nowaki looked up and smiled gently. For once, he didn't have anything sweeter or cuter to say, and instead he lowered his head once more to continue kissing his lovely fiancé. He ran appreciative hands over Hiroki's neck, then cupped the pale skin.
After a while, Hiroki finally got used to Nowaki's size. He rocked his hips and began to pant in need, arching his back to increase the friction between him and Nowaki. Nowaki braced himself with both hands on either side of Hiroki's head and pulled out partially, only to slowly push in again after a second's pause.
Before long, they had achieved a steady, gentle rhythm. They weren't in a hurry, and they found content in just feeling each other after being away for so long. After all, Nowaki was home, and they would have the rest of their lives to be together.
"Uhh," Hiroki groaned, shivering as his knees clamped on Nowaki's waist. He was in pure ecstasy despite the fact that their rhythm was slow. As far as he was concerned, it was because they were just so happy to feel each other again that they didn't have much room in their love-filled hearts to care about sexual pleasure. However, as Nowaki's wedding band grazed along the center of Hiroki's chest with every thrust, he was getting hotter and hotter until he was on the verge of melting.
Perhaps he had room for sexual pleasure, too.
"Nowa-Nowaki… ah," Hiroki moaned. Nowaki lowered himself until he was laying on top of Hiroki, his face buried in the crook of his fiancé's neck. Hiroki tangled one hand in Nowaki's hair and scratched Nowaki's back with the other, holding on for dear life as the heat rapidly grew. Nowaki, meanwhile, scooped his arms under Hiroki's shoulders to aid each rock of his hips.
"Hiro-san… oh, Hiro-san," Nowaki murmured into Hiroki's ear with a strained voice. "I'll never let you leave me again."
He accented his words with thrusts that were slightly more forceful than the last.
"Ahn!" Hiroki cried, spots of white popping beneath his eyelids. He peeled his eyes open a little to squint at the ceiling. "Idiot… y-you made m-m-me leave!"
"Never again," Nowaki hissed. "Never…!"
Nowaki unexpectedly thrust deep into Hiroki, whipped his head back, and let out a long, growling moan. Hiroki blinked in confusion, but gasped in surprise as he felt Nowaki's seed pulse up into him. Helpfully clenching around Nowaki to milk him of his release, Hiroki stared up at him in bewilderment.
Nowaki finished and drew in a shaky breath. He peeled his eyes open and looked down at Hiroki with a dazed smile.
"I'm home," he whispered, stooping his head to kiss Hiroki's cheeks and forehead.
"Um…" Hiroki trailed off.
"Mm?" Nowaki hummed against Hiroki's flesh. Hiroki averted his eyes.
"Um… sorry… but I didn't uh… I didn't come yet."
Nowaki looked up, gave Hiroki a weird look, and laughed a little.
"What?"
Hiroki blushed.
"I didn't… come."
Nowaki's face paled and he jerked away, lifting himself off of Hiroki and hovering over his little fiancé. He looked down in between his and Hiroki's bodies to see the still-dripping erection that impatiently awaited him beneath.
"Oh my G- I came first?" he asked incredulously.
"H-Hey… it's not that bad… just… jerk it off… or whatever. It's okay… it happens," Hiroki said awkwardly, blushing more and more as he went on.
"I-I thought you came when I did!" Nowaki exclaimed.
"Nowaki, it's oka-"
"I can… I can…" Nowaki trailed off. He tried thrusting a little, but the rhythm was long gone and his erection had softened significantly. Hiroki made a little embarrassed noise to aid Nowaki, but winced as his entrance began to sting.
"Okay… okay, Nowaki? Babe? I'm tightening up again," Hiroki said, squinting in discomfort. Nowaki froze.
And then, for the first time in a very long time, Nowaki flushed scarlet all the way to the top of his ears. He pulled out and turned away abruptly, pulling up his pants and fastening them before sitting on the edge of the bed and hunching over in mortification. The air around him was almost distorted with the heat of his blush, and Hiroki furrowed his eyebrows.
"Nowaki, I told you, it's fine," Hiroki said exasperatedly. "Seriously."
Nowaki didn't answer, and Hiroki rolled his eyes and sat up.
"Nowaki…" Hiroki sighed, resting his hands on Nowaki's back and lightly tapping the pale skin with his fingers. He licked the nape of Nowaki's reddened neck. "It happens, Nowaki. We've been away from each other for a long time. It's not like we could've gotten into the swing of things right off the bat."
Nowaki still didn't respond, and Hiroki scowled. He slapped Nowaki square in the back, making him jump nearly a foot off the bed.
"Ow!" he exclaimed, whirling around. Hiroki glowered at him. "Hiro-san!"
"Can you finish up or something? Your sulking is turning me off," Hiroki said. Nowaki blinked.
"Oh… oh yes, of course," he said awkwardly. He reached for Hiroki, but paused. "How do you want it?"
Hiroki thought for a moment. The amount of passion trapped within his member couldn't be released by a simple hand job or blowjob. He needed something new, something that he had never came with before. He needed…
"Touch me here," Hiroki breathed, reaching down to dance his fingers across his lower abdomen where smooth skin met the soft chestnut curls rung around his member. Pink tinted Nowaki's cheeks, and he gulped audibly.
"Wh-Why there…?" Nowaki asked.
"It's my sweet spot."
The lustful, encouraging look on Hiroki's face seemed to inspire Nowaki, and he eased Hiroki down onto the bed. Nowaki hovered over Hiroki and frowned down at his petite body, one clumsy hand hesitating to touch him.
"H-How do you want me to…?"
Hiroki rolled his eyes and reached up to gently pat Nowaki's cheeks.
"Nowaki. Just touch me."
Nowaki shut his mouth and nodded once before lowering his head to timidly suckle Hiroki's nipple. He reached down to caress Hiroki's sweet spot, rubbing slow circles into the sensitive area with his index and middle finger.
"Mmm," Hiroki coaxed, pushing up against Nowaki's prodding fingers. His lips were a little clumsy and his fingers were off rhythm. Hiroki knew Nowaki was humiliated, and he made sure to make plenty of pleasured sighs for Nowaki to work off of.
Nowaki was always clumsy when embarrassed.
Hiroki let out a loud moan, one that was mostly for show. Nowaki looked up.
"Does it feel good?" Nowaki asked nervously. Hiroki rolled his hips in response.
"Time yourself more," Hiroki instructed gently. Nowaki nodded and stroked Hiroki's sweet spot in time to each roll of his hips. Hiroki jolted slightly as Nowaki's fingers brushed a little too lightly against his abdomen and tickled him. "Press in a little harder, Nowaki. You're tickling me."
Nowaki's shoulders hunched as he blushed even more than he already was. Flustered, he pushed in harder. Too hard.
"Ah!" Hiroki gasped. Nowaki's head snapped up hopefully. He pushed in hard again. "Ouch! Nowaki, too hard!"
Nowaki released Hiroki's hips and slapped his hands over his face.
"This is so fucking embarrassing," Nowaki groaned into his hands, the tips of his ears bright scarlet.
"Oh, Nowaki," Hiroki sighed. "Don't be so hard on yourself. This isn't a one night stand, you know. You made your first impression on me almost nine years ago. I know you well enough to know that you're just a little off-pace right now. I know that, when you touch me, you can usually find the perfect spot to touch with perfect accuracy. I know how good you are in bed. And I know… I know… you can make me scream… and you…"
Hiroki shuddered at the images crossing his mind, and he let out a little whimper. He rubbed his legs together, fisting the sheets on either side of his body.
"Nowaki," Hiroki breathed. Nowaki peeked out from behind his hands. Hiroki panted and writhed on the bed. "I need it."
Hiroki looked up and slid his hand down his body to dance his fingers over his sweet spot.
"…Can't you try just one more time…?"
Nowaki flicked his tongue over his lip, and Hiroki swore he saw a flicker of confidence in his eyes. He reached out, batted Hiroki's hand away from his sweet spot, and sat back on his heels between Hiroki's legs. His bare arms flexed as he raised his beloved fiancé's hips and positioned his thumbs over his sensitive spot. He nibbled his lip in consideration for a moment before deciding on a spot and firmly pushing into the flesh.
Almost instantly, Hiroki's body twitched and arched as Nowaki hit the erogenous zone dead on.
"Uhhh!" Hiroki moaned long and hard, his abdomen clenching spasmodically. "Right there! God yes, right there!"
Nowaki seemed to gain confidence upon seeing that Hiroki was, in fact, being successfully pleasured. Nowaki aided Hiroki in rolling his hips, speeding up the movements to increase the pressure on Hiroki's sweet spot.
"Ah! Uhn! Harder…!"
Nowaki didn't respond, but only continued his teasing, something he knew how to do best. His thumbs pushed in achingly close to the one place that would send Hiroki rocketing over the edge, only grazing it with every push.
"Mmm… nn… N-Nowaki… I can't…" Hiroki stammered, fisting the sheets and bucking his hips in a silent plead for more. "D-Don't tease!"
Nowaki chuckled softly and shifted back slightly so he could lower his head and bring Hiroki's hips up to meet his lips. He gently nipped at Hiroki's sensitive flesh, earning a strangled cry.
"Say my name," Nowaki demanded in a firm yet gentle voice. Hiroki's eyes peeled open to squint up at the ceiling. He knew this rare side of Nowaki- while his request was a turn-on factor, it also meant that Nowaki simply needed reassurance. He needed to know that his mistake had truly been forgiven.
"Nowaki," Hiroki breathed, writhing against the sheets. Half of him was giving Nowaki a show, but the other half was genuinely in ecstasy at the feeling of Nowaki's thumbs pressing and grinding into his skin.
"Again."
"Nowa…ah! Nn…mm, mmm! Nowaki…! You're… uh!... the best," Hiroki whimpered, no longer just giving Nowaki a show. "I want to come… please…"
Nowaki smiled knowingly and rubbed three circles just above the sweet spot.
"Of course."
Hiroki had no time to brace himself before Nowaki pressed deep into his sensitive spot and massaged the nerves beneath with powerful grinds. Hiroki slammed his head back down on the sheets and thrust his entire body into the air, arching as far as his back would allow.
"Uh, uh, ahhhhhhhn!" Hiroki howled, coming hard all over his stomach. He remained arched for a while, and spasms coursed violently through his body in the aftershock of his orgasm. When he finally came down from his high, Nowaki released his hips and allowed Hiroki to collapse onto the bed. He panted breathlessly, still letting out little grunts as his orgasm lingered.
"You really liked that, didn't you?" Nowaki asked cheerfully, flopping down beside Hiroki and draping an arm over his spent body. "I'll have to use that for future reference."
"Fuck yeah I liked it," Hiroki breathed. Nowaki chortled. There was a short silence, during which Hiroki slowly regained control of his throbbing heart.
"Babe, I'm sorry for coming first," Nowaki said sheepishly. "Once I get used to it again, I'll be better. I promise."
Hiroki lolled his head towards Nowaki.
"I said it was fine, didn't I? If anything, your coming first was a compliment. I made you feel good."
Nowaki nodded a little, but frowned. Hiroki huffed irritably and reached out to grab Nowaki by the cheeks and pinch hard, stretching his face.
"You're such a stubborn little brat sometimes," Hiroki sighed, releasing Nowaki's face. "It's seriously okay, Nowaki. Sex isn't even close to being the most important thing in our relationship. Honestly, it's probably in like sixth place of the most important things in this relationship."
Nowaki's eyebrows raised in interest.
"Oh, really?" he asked. He propped his head on his elbow. "First place is… Fuyumi, right?"
"Of course."
"Second is…?"
"Our emotional need for each other, our love, our friendship, and our memories are all tied for second."
"That's a lot of things to be tied for second place."
"They're really important to me!"
"Ha, fair enough. So what's third, then?"
"Umm… our wedding and our marriage," Hiroki said after a second's thought. He rolled towards Nowaki so he could face him. Nowaki smiled at him and stroked a stray lock of hair out of his face.
"And fourth?"
"Let's see… oh, our safety! But that could be third, too, I guess."
"Fifth?"
Hiroki thought for a long time, him being out of ideas.
"Umm… well…" he trailed off slowly. "Maybe… hugs and kisses seem to be an… important part of this relationship."
Nowaki took the hint and took Hiroki around the waist to embrace him. He dotted kisses all over Hiroki's face.
"I'm so in love," Nowaki murmured.
"Mmm," Hiroki hummed in agreement. Nowaki resurfaced from the side of Hiroki's face and leaned forward to gently kiss his lips. Hiroki responded joyously, wrapping his arms around Nowaki's neck. Nowaki rolled onto his back, hauling Hiroki with him so he could rest on top of his broad chest. Nowaki's hands traveled down to the small of Hiroki's back, lovingly thumbing the globe of his bottom.
"Hiro-san..." Nowaki whispered when Hiroki pulled away, his eyes still closed and his lips still searching for Hiroki's.
"I'm in love with you, too."
