"Hey, Hiro-san, is there a-"
Nowaki's voice cut out as he came around the corner and saw Hiroki. He froze mid-step and stared at his blushing husband. The towel that he had been using to dry his hair dropped out of his hands and flopped to the floor. Hiroki could only blush harder as Nowaki's grip loosened on the hem of his unbuttoned, unzipped tuxedo pants, revealing the thin trail of black hair that led down to the waistband of his black boxers.
Nowaki's eyes raked up and down Hiroki's body, unable to decide on what to stare at. His face contorted slightly and he brought his hand up to cover his mouth and nose. Hiroki blinked, tilting his head in confusion. Nowaki squeezed his eyes shut and sniffed.
"Nowaki? What's wrong?" Hiroki asked in concern, putting the flower down. Nowaki suddenly coughed, and blood spattered out from between his fingers. Hiroki gasped. "Nowaki!"
He scrambled off the bed and dashed up to Nowaki, who peeled his eyes open again. He let out a strangled noise, sniffed, then coughed again. More blood dribbled down his fingers. Hiroki's heart raced in terror.
"Nowaki, are you okay?" Hiroki asked frantically. Nowaki shook his head and waved his hand dismissively. He turned from Hiroki and stumbled back to the bathroom. Hiroki quickly followed him and put his hand on Nowaki's back when he bent over the sink. He fumbled around the counter before finding a tissue box. He grabbed a tissue and began wiping his mouth and chin.
"Ugh!" Nowaki exclaimed when the blood had been cleared from his lips. "I hate the taste of blood!"
"What's wrong?" Hiroki asked again, gripping Nowaki's arm with his free hand. Nowaki straightened again, glanced at Hiroki, and choked again as a torrent of blood rushed from his nose.
"You're making my nose bleed!" he spluttered. Hiroki flushed scarlet all the way down to his chest.
"H-Huh?"
"Your outfit… it's making my nose bleed," Nowaki said, wiping his nose with another tissue.
"Oh! I am so sorry!" Hiroki gasped, slapping his hands over his mouth. "Uh… uh… I'll take it off right now, sorry!"
Hiroki hastily reached down to unhook the straps of his stockings, but Nowaki's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist before he could undress.
"Don't. Take. It. Off," Nowaki growled, his voice animalistic. Hiroki went rigid.
"Y-Yes."
Nowaki took a few more minutes to recover. He quickly washed his face, then straightened once more. Hiroki furrowed his eyebrows up at his husband.
"Nowaki? I'm sorry. I didn't kno-" he began. He cut out with a squeal, however, as Nowaki's face darkened and he rushed towards Hiroki. Hiroki tried to turn and run away, but it was in vain. He didn't have a chance to protest before he was slung over Nowaki's shoulder. Nowaki walked briskly to the bed and threw Hiroki down onto it, making several of the blue flowers bounce to the floor.
Hiroki panted for no particular reason, looking fearfully up at Nowaki, who stared hungrily down at him. The stare was so intense that his arms felt like lead, his hands limp and upturned on either side of his head. Hiroki squeezed his thighs together and started to bring up his knees to shield himself, but Nowaki's hands shot out, grabbed his knees, and forcefully spread his legs.
"Ah! Stop!" Hiroki cried, his fists clenching as he looked away and squeezed his eyes shut. Nowaki's grip on Hiroki's knees loosened ever so slightly.
"Hiro-san? I'm sorry, did I scare you?"
Hiroki felt the bed dip on either side of his body, and his eyes snapped open as he turned his head to face upwards again. Nowaki hovered over him, his face slightly contorted.
"No… you didn't scare me. I was just a little surprised," Hiroki said quietly, his fists unclenching. Nowaki's eyes softened.
"I'm sorry. I was a little surprised myself," he murmured, reaching up to stroke a lock of hair out of Hiroki's face. His gaze traveled down Hiroki's body to his legs. He licked his lips. "It that a garter?"
Hiroki blushed even more and shakily nodded his head.
"…Can I…?"
Hiroki only pinched his lips together in embarrassment. Nowaki smiled and slid off of the sheets to stand at the foot of the bed. He reached for the garter, but then paused.
"Can I use my teeth?"
Hiroki's cheeks burst into flames, and he covered his face with his hands.
"D-Do… Do what you want!"
"Hiro-san…"
Hiroki couldn't help but to lower his hands a little so he could watch Nowaki from in between his fingers. Nowaki took Hiroki's ankle and very slowly slid his hands up his leg, stooping down to press kisses in the wake of his molten touch. Hiroki's lips trembled as he held back a moan. He tipped his head back and let his hands flop back down to lie on either side of his head. He felt Nowaki put one knee up on the bed to brace himself as he crept closer to Hiroki's thigh.
When he looked back up again, Nowaki was just clamping his teeth on the lace garter. He glanced up at Hiroki through his lashes as he began to slowly pull it down Hiroki's leg. Hiroki's heart hammered against his rib cage as the heat within him continued to rise and roll downwards. Nowaki rubbed and stroked Hiroki's leg as he continued his way down, and when he got to Hiroki's foot, he grabbed the heel. He expertly unhooked the garter from Hiroki's foot and let it fall to the floor. He continued to worship Hiroki's leg, trailing kisses up and down his calf.
"How do I go about removing this contraption?" Nowaki asked with a little smile, lowering Hiroki's leg back onto the bed. Hiroki blushed before shakily sliding one hand down his chest towards his panties. Nowaki watched him without blinking, his eyes starving for Hiroki's body.
Hiroki's hand got to his panties, where he ran his fingertips over his sheathed, half-hard member and trailed down to the side. There, he unhooked the side clasp and opened the front panel of the panties.
"Holy shit," Nowaki growled, biting his lip. He watched as Hiroki reached down lower and unclasped a second clasp that opened the crotch panel. He then pulled the flaps away and raised his hips to pull off the entire thing, leaving only the white, elastic-and-ruffle outline behind. Nowaki's tongue flicked nervously over his bottom lip. He tore his gaze away from Hiroki's bridal lingerie and back to his blushing face. "Good, I was hoping that I'd get to do you with the stockings on still."
"I-I wasn't about to disappoint you," Hiroki muttered, his tone timid but his voice knowing. Nowaki smiled.
"Disappoint me during sex? Never."
Hiroki watched Nowaki climb up his body to hover over him once more.
"I'm going to make love to you," Nowaki whispered, reaching up to caress Hiroki's cheek and run the pad of his thumb over his bottom lip. He then lowered his face to blow hot breath onto Hiroki's earlobe. "...But then, I'm going to fuck my sexy little bride good and hard."
Hiroki gasped and moaned as Nowaki's simple words made his back arch and his member scramble to stand at attention.
Nowaki slid his hands up the sides of Hiroki's body, ending at his neck, where he cupped the heated flesh. He began by kissing and licking Hiroki's Adam's apple, then slowly trailing his way down the center of Hiroki's chest. Hiroki, meanwhile, writhed in time to each movement, gasping and panting as the heat pooling in his abdomen grew unbearable.
"Nowaki…" Hiroki sighed out of reflex, shutting his eyes and tipping his head back. Nowaki stopped his kisses at Hiroki's belly button and resurfaced.
"Hiro-san…" Nowaki replied, reaching down to shed his pants and boxers and leave them to slide off the edge of the bed. He moved back up to capture Hiroki's lips in his and gently kiss him.
The same overwhelming heaviness from way-back-when, on the night of their engagement, began pressing against the newlyweds. Slowly, the hotel room around them melted away to be replaced by nothingness, leaving the two to drown in their love.
Hiroki's breathless pants and Nowaki's smacking lips against his skin quieted into silence as the sound of their hearts beating overwhelmed every other sound. As if the hearts could hear each other, their beats began to match, until it was almost like there was only one person in the room.
There is, Hiroki thought to himself, his eyes peeling open as he felt gentle hands spreading his legs. There was no need for permission to enter; there was no need for preparation. Nowaki simply slipped inside, knowing perfectly well that he belonged there, that when the nights were like this, Hiroki loosened up out of simple need for his husband.
Nowaki leaned down to scoop his arms under Hiroki's shoulders and kiss him again. Hiroki's eyes slid shut, and his arms naturally found themselves wrapped around Nowaki's neck.
"Kusama," Nowaki whispered when he pulled away. He pressed another kiss to Hiroki's eyelid. "Kusama… Kusama…"
Hiroki slowly opened his eyes.
"You're mine," Nowaki breathed, his voice gravelly with emotion. He rolled his hips and drew a sharp gasp from his little husband. "…KusamaHiro-san."
"Shh," Hiroki hushed, uncoiling one arm from Nowaki's neck to press a finger to his lips. He shut his eyes again. "I know."
Nowaki went silent again. Slowly, the room returned to its quiet, pure state.
Hiroki gazed up at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes. For a moment, he wondered if there was a 'God' figure watching over them. With that thought, he lowered his gaze back to Nowaki, whose brow was furrowed and his eyes tightly shut in concentration as he slid against Hiroki's body. He had the face of a man who was trying hard not to lose control, a man whose only concern was his husband's pleasure.
It was that sort of perfect devotion and irreversible love that made Hiroki know that their indulgences in each other were anything but sinful. And even if they were, Hiroki didn't care. Nowaki was the only angel that Hiroki would ever need. He was the only light, the only support, and the only life.
He was the only man.
Hiroki cradled Nowaki's head against his chest as warm teardrops began plopping onto his skin. Happiness emanated from each salty tear, a happiness that only Hiroki would ever be able to understand. He held not one drop of judgment towards Nowaki for weeping. After all, he knew Nowaki's strength, his determination not to crack even under the heaviest pressure, and the unbreakable shield around his heart that only one being in the world had ever penetrated. He knew that he was the only one in the world who could make Nowaki cry such molten tears of joy.
So Hiroki let Nowaki cry into his chest, to finally release all of the surging emotions that only Hiroki could relieve him of. He was lovely, the way his cobalt eyes shimmered and darkened, the way his ebony brows wrinkled ever so slightly.
Hiroki would never admit it, but to him, Nowaki was truly beautiful.
Their breathing sped up ever so slightly as they both reached their peaks at the same time, Nowaki's heat spurting up into him and Hiroki's seed spilling over his stomach. They didn't come back down for a long time.
"I'm sorry…" Nowaki croaked, frantically wiping the tears away. They only kept on coming, however, and his face contorted as he slumped against Hiroki's body. "I'm so sorry, I must look like a gigantic crybaby right now…"
Nowaki let out a tearful laugh before whimpering again and tightening his grip on Hiroki.
"No, no…" Hiroki murmured soothingly, stroking Nowaki's hair. "I assure you that I have cried about ten times more than you in my lifetime."
"I love you so much that it hurts," Nowaki choked, his body tensing before he let out a strangled cry and began weeping once more. "And now you're mine, and it's just-"
"You don't need to explain yourself to me. You've waited for this for a long, long time. Look at you. You've gone from an orphan boy to a man with a family who loves you and would never dream of leaving you. That's a big leap. I'm amazed that you've been able to endure that for so long."
Nowaki nodded and sniffled.
"Until death do us part," Hiroki whispered. He lifted his left hand to show Nowaki his wedding band. "Remember?"
Nowaki smiled waveringly and lowered his head so his lips hovered just above Hiroki's.
"Until death do us part."
