After swimming for a while, Nowaki and Hiroki returned to their room. Nowaki opted to take a shower first, and Hiroki agreed. He waited out on the balcony with a glass of champagne, letting the sea breeze dry his swim trunks. There, he thought fondly of the boy and of the future, inwardly praying to no one in particular that his lovely daughter would grow up in a world of acceptance.
"Shower's open," Nowaki said from the doorway. Hiroki turned to him, only to see his naked body. He squealed and covered his eyes.
"Nowaki! You fucking idiot, put some pants on or something!"
"Hiro-san, as if you've never seen me naked before. In fact, I think you've been seeing me naked about once an hour since this trip started."
"Well, sorry, I just saw your pubic hair swaying in the breeze, and I went with my gut reaction," Hiroki said wryly, not taking his hand down. "Now go put on some pants!"
"Maybe I should just shave it off, and then I can stand out here without ever putting on pants if you'd like."
"Don't do that, you moron! That's how ingrown hairs happen!"
"Oh, gross! Hiro-san!"
"You're the doctor!"
"But-"
"Pants!"
"Fine, fine. I'm going."
There was a short silence, and Hiroki slowly lowered his hand. Nowaki was gone, and he sighed a breath of relief. However, Nowaki reappeared at the door a second later, still naked.
"Nowaki!"
Nowaki laughed.
"Calm down. I'm going to get dressed, but I want to know what you'd like to eat. I'm gonna go out while you shower and see if I can get some takeout from somewhere."
"Oh," Hiroki said. "Um… yeah, anything's fine."
"Mm'kay. I'll make sure I get something that you like."
"Alright."
Nowaki turned to leave, but paused.
"Can I have a goodbye kiss?"
"Why? You're just going to get takeout."
"I wanna kiss," Nowaki said, pouting his lip. Hiroki pursed his lips and rolled his eyes. He walked up to Nowaki and kissed him, his eyes sliding shut as he reached up to hook his hand on Nowaki's neck. Nowaki let a low groan escape and started pulling Hiroki into the bedroom by the front of his swim trunks.
"Ah! Stop," Hiroki murmured against Nowaki's lips. "I need to take a shower!"
Hiroki batted Nowaki away and held him away, panting. Nowaki laughed. He gave Hiroki one more kiss before slipping into some clothes.
"I'll be right back."
As Hiroki stepped out of the bathroom in his robe, he glanced right, then left. Nowaki hadn't returned, and Hiroki quietly tiptoed to his bag. He knelt on the floor in front of it and opened it. He moved all of his clothes aside until he found a red bag. Gulping, Hiroki picked it up and opened it.
"Holy shit," Hiroki hissed in horror as a gigantic dildo slid out of the bag. It wasn't shaped like typical dildos: instead of being a straight stick, it had a curved form all the way up to the top, where it was bulbous and flared out. Hiroki quickly recognized it as a prostate pleaser, but cursed himself a second later for even knowing about them. Hiroki looked it over, flipping the heavy, purple machine in his hands. He then found a small, rectangular slot. Confused, Hiroki peered into it before looking in the red bag. There, he found several attachments. He pulled out one and plugged it into the dildo, creating a second branch that stuck out. The tip of the attachment was smooth, and obviously had some sort of distinct purpose, such as-
Hiroki cried out and thrust the dildo away from him when he realized that the attachment was a perineum massager. Squeezing his eyes shut, he looked away from the dildo.
…But couldn't help but look back just once more. He slowly reached out and picked it up again, weighing it in his hands. He made a decision and got to his feet, the dildo in hand. He walked briskly to the deck, where he reeled his fist back. He wondered how far he could throw it. He tensed, about to throw it.
Hiroki paused and very slowly brought the dildo back down. He flipped it over in his hands again until he found a small switch. He flicked it and almost dropped the dildo when it started vibrating so intensely that it was almost a blur. It was nice and quiet, the only real sound coming from it being the vibrations against Hiroki's hands.
Ever so slowly, Hiroki's eyelids lowered and his russet gaze darkened. He switched the dildo off and went to the chaise, where he sat down. There, he flipped it over in his hands again, set it down in his lap, looked around, then picked it up again. He repeated this cycle several times before he set the dildo aside. Tentatively, he brushed the flaps of his robe aside a little, revealing his smooth, hairless thighs. He nibbled his lip and picked up the dildo. He switched it on and trailed it up his leg, marveling in the amount that the dildo vibrated. He shifted on the chaise and lied down upon it, allowing his robe to become disheveled.
He tried the vibrating action on his nipple next, drawing a hiss and a gasp. From there, he trailed it down to his abdomen, where he ran it across his sweet spot. Hiroki let out a strangled cry and bucked his hips, squeezing his thighs together to increase friction on his rapidly growing member. Hiroki brought his knees up and spread his legs, then dipped the dildo down to his entrance.
"Ohh…" Hiroki sighed, briefly shutting his eyes. He shifted on the chaise.
Maybe just a few minutes…
"Hiro-san?"
Hiroki's eyes snapped open and he sat up abruptly, tearing the dildo away from his entrance. He hadn't realized he had been massaging himself for a good ten minutes, and as he hurriedly closed his robe, he gasped as he rubbed up against his dripping wet erection.
Nowaki stood before him with a bag of takeout on his arm and a look of pure shock on his face. Hiroki stared fearfully up at his husband, folding his legs to the side.
"Hiro-san."
His voice was low and rumbling. Hiroki shivered and pulled his robe closed even more.
"Wh-What?"
"What is that?"
"N-N-Nothing…"
"Give me it."
Hiroki trembled as he slowly offered the dildo to Nowaki with shaking hands. Nowaki took it and looked it over. He looked up at Hiroki through ebony lashes, his cobalt eyes dark. Hiroki whimpered.
"Hiro-san, what did I tell you about masturbating without me around?" Nowaki said with a little smile.
"I-I-I-" Hiroki sputtered, his face taking on the appearance of a tomato. Nowaki shifted on his feet and licked his lips.
"You know what this means, don't you?"
"I'm sorry," Hiroki whispered. Nowaki took a step towards him. "I'm so sorry!"
Hiroki pleaded with Nowaki, but his begging wasn't answered as Nowaki went back into the room to set down the takeout. Hiroki quivered with terror, knowing there was no escape, unless he wanted to jump off of the side of the ship. Just as he was thinking about it, Nowaki stepped back out and scooped a helpless Hiroki up into his arms. The last thing he saw before Nowaki slid the glass door shut and pulled the curtains was the rolling waves of the Baltic.
"Haa… ahnn… oh my Go- ah… ah-ahn!"
"How does it feel, Hiro-san?"
"Uhhn!"
Hiroki writhed and rolled his hips on the bed, his lower body positively quivering with the numbness of pure ecstasy. His toes curled and splayed against the sheets, pulling and digging in the throes of pleasure. His hands were bound above his head with Nowaki's black tie, the restraints tight but not painful.
As if he could think about pain at a time like this.
The dull buzz of the vibrating dildo could be heard within the depths of Hiroki's body. It was as if it was a living thing, the way it squirmed and pressed against his prostate with every flutter and every clench of his inner muscles. This, in turn, pressed the perineum massager harder into the gland that Hiroki had never expected to be a sensitive spot for him. Hiroki felt unbearably hot, as the robe he had been wearing earlier was still clinging to his arms and irritating his perspiring body as it sat, disheveled, upon his chest.
Nowaki, meanwhile, was seated in one of the armchairs across the room, calmly drinking champagne as he crossed his legs. The lights were dimmed down to just a small glimmer of light, casting Nowaki's face in an orange glow. Hiroki lifted his head with what little strength remained in his body.
"Please… please, take it off… pl-please…" he begged breathlessly. Nowaki only smiled that devilish smile of his. Hiroki threw his head back against the bed, a bead of sweat rolling down his exposed jaw line.
The object of Hiroki's current hatred was the ribbon tied tightly around his nearly purple, swollen erection. Every few moments, pre-cum would fight its way through and spurt a little, tiny spatters of the heated liquid dripping onto Hiroki's spasmodically clenching abdomen. Every breath he took was high-pitched and moan-like, in hopes of seducing Nowaki into just fucking him raw like he wanted. But no, Nowaki seemed to enjoy Hiroki's voice as it grew louder and more desperate with each passing moment.
Hiroki gasped and let out a small cry as Nowaki stood and walked to the bed, champagne glass in hand. He stood at the bedside with his hand in his pocket, observing Hiroki's body.
"By now you should be contracting around the vibrator so much that the perineum massager is doing its work on your ejaculatory duct and your perineum gland… am I correct?" Nowaki said in a sultry voice, taking his hand out of his pocket for a moment to dip his finger in the pool of wetness gathered at Hiroki's abdomen. He flicked his tongue over his finger. Hiroki moaned again at the sound of Nowaki's voice. Even his doctor jargon sounded erotic, and Hiroki could only thrash his arms in hopes of ripping the tie.
"Pl-Please…" Hiroki whispered.
"Are you going to tell me how it feels, now? Is it helping your addiction…? Or do I have to prescribe something else?" Nowaki asked softly, trailing his hand down his body to the front of his pants, where a large bulge awaited in its denim concealment.
Hiroki arched his body as his abdomen tightened. It was too bad Nowaki didn't have a medical jacket with him…
The thought made Hiroki cry out as more pre-cum managed to sneak through the pressure that the ribbon was serving, and it spurted up onto his belly. Nowaki watched and smiled.
"You're leaking so much…" Nowaki murmured. He dipped his index and middle finger in the puddle of pre-cum, scooping as much of it up onto his fingers. "Would you like to taste?"
Before Hiroki could protest, Nowaki brought his fingers up to Hiroki's mouth. He slipped his fingers in and Hiroki whimpered against them, narrowing his eyes and clamping his lips around the digits. He licked and sucked them obediently, his eyelids fluttering erratically.
"You're really thirsty, Hiro-san. Is your cum that good?"
Nowaki kept his fingers in Hiroki's mouth as he lowered his head to run the flat of his tongue through the pre-cum on Hiroki's abdomen. Hiroki's body jolted uncontrollably as he shrieked a string of curses, thrusting his abdomen against Nowaki's face. His entrance quivered once before opening and closing around the vibrator in need, sucking it in even more. Hiroki thrashed against the sheets as the perineum massager pressed even more into him.
"Pleash! Pleash 'et me come!" Hiroki begged shrilly around Nowaki's fingers, his voice accented by sharp gasps and pants. "Pleash! 'M gonna die!"
Nowaki ignored him and pressed kisses to Hiroki's abdomen before trailing downwards to his groin. He pulled his fingers out of Hiroki's mouth, earning a cry of protest. He moved his hands to Hiroki's hips, which he firmly held down as he began to lick Hiroki's erection with agonizingly slow flicks of his tongue.
"Oh God!" Hiroki screamed, thrusting in vain against Nowaki's restraining hands. He was kept in place, however, and was forced to suffer through the leisurely ministrations of Nowaki's tongue.
"Sweet…" Nowaki mumbled before gently nibbling the tip. "Just like candy."
Hiroki let out a strangled cry as Nowaki descended upon him, his hot mouth molten against his taught skin. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as Nowaki grabbed the vibrator and began moving it in and out of his body.
"Please…" Hiroki whispered, tears of pure pleasure beginning to slip down his face. "Please, please let me come. I'll never m-masturbate without you again… please…"
Hiroki began to weep, no longer able to see through the thin film spreading over his eyes. He was in ecstasy to the point of near-unconsciousness. A bead of saliva welled up at the corner of his mouth and dripped down the side of his chin. Nowaki released Hiroki's erection and turned to his crying husband.
"Hiro-san, you don't think I'm mad, do you?" Nowaki asked. Hiroki whimpered as Nowaki crawled up his body and pressed a kiss to his jaw line. "Doesn't it feel good?"
"Good…" Hiroki breathed. He shakily turned his head towards Nowaki. "But… what about you?"
Nowaki's eyes softened and he caressed Hiroki's cheek. He straightened and braced himself with one knee on the bed.
"What are you-" Hiroki began dazedly. He trailed off as Nowaki unzipped his pants and pushed down his boxers to allow his erection to spring out. Hiroki stared, his eyelids lowering.
"Do you want me to feel good?" Nowaki asked in a low voice.
"Yes…" Hiroki breathed, opening his mouth and craning his neck in an attempt to lick his husband's impressive length. "I want it…"
Nowaki smiled before reaching for Hiroki. He rolled him onto his stomach, earning a small cry. Hiroki panted and moaned as Nowaki brought up his hips so his lower body was raised high in the air. Hiroki's bottom trembled as the vibrator started moving on its own again, searching for Hiroki's prostate by following the guiding clenches of his inner muscles. Nowaki climbed up onto the bed and sat back on his heels. He knotted his fingers in Hiroki's hair and dragged him down towards his erection. Hiroki tried to stick out his tongue for Nowaki's weeping tip, but Nowaki held him back.
"How much do you want it, Hiro-san?" he asked, stroking himself with his free hand. Hiroki watched hungrily, wiggling his hips.
"I want it," Hiroki panted, pulling against Nowaki's grip.
"You want it bad?"
"Y-Yeah… uhhn…"
"Let me hear you say it."
"I want it…"
"Tell me that you want to suck my cock."
Hiroki looked up at Nowaki, licking his lips.
"I want to suck your cock… please..."
Nowaki grunted and thrust Hiroki's head down onto his member. Hiroki opened his mouth with a moan and bobbed his head enthusiastically, swallowing Nowaki to the hilt. He whimpered around the hardened organ, his eyelids fluttering and his breathing erratic and shallow.
"Watch the teeth," Nowaki said quietly. Hiroki obeyed and opened his mouth more, groaning at the wet sounds of his lips gliding up and down Nowaki's erection. Nowaki let out a small hiss. "So sexy…"
Hiroki cried out around Nowaki's member as he felt the vibrator moving in and out of him again.
"You like that, baby? Does it feel like you're in a threesome?"
"Nnnahh!" Hiroki mumbled, opening his mouth. Strings of pre-cum and saliva spider-webbed his lips as he opened them around Nowaki's organ.
"Shit… I'm gonna come," Nowaki snarled. He forcefully grabbed hold of Hiroki's hair as his legs tensed. He started rocking his hips, brushing the back of Hiroki's throat with his heated tip. Hiroki choked but eagerly brought Nowaki in to the best of his ability, gazing up at his husband's satisfied face. Nowaki barked out a cry, and Hiroki gasped as he was wrenched away from Nowaki's erection. A second later, hot seed splashed up in his face. Hiroki dazedly watched Nowaki's twitching member, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue for the incoming torrent of heat.
"Ahhn…" Hiroki sighed when Nowaki's growls had dulled to small grunts. Nowaki caught his breath as he tipped Hiroki's head back to see his face.
"You're so fucking beautiful with my cum on your face," Nowaki breathed. Hiroki closed his mouth and swallowed all of the essence that he had captured on his tongue. He exhaled shakily when he was finished and gazed up at Nowaki.
"Nowaki…" Hiroki whispered, his tone pleading as he rolled his hips.
"Is this better than that toy?" Nowaki asked softly, grabbing his semi-soft member and holding it up for Hiroki to see.
"Yes, so much better," Hiroki moaned, rocking his hips and nuzzling against Nowaki's erection. It started hardening again under his cheek.
"Then don't ever let me catch you playing with those toys without me again. I'm not about to let some cheap plastic thing steal my Hiro-san's moans away from me."
Hiroki laughed breathily, jumping a little as the vibrator wriggled inside of him.
"Jealous… of a toy?"
"A toy that has made you moan and scream, yes," Nowaki said, smirking a little. "I'm okay when I'm the one moving it, but I don't want to worry about a toy having your preference over me."
"You're fucking stupid," Hiroki sighed, resting his sweating cheek on the sheets. "Who do you think I fantasize about when I touch myself?"
There was a short pause before Nowaki jumped off of the mattress and ran around to the foot of the bed. Hiroki gasped.
"Wait, what are you do-" he began. He felt Nowaki grab the vibrator and yank. "AHHHHN!"
The vibrator came out with an enormous squelch. Hiroki felt Nowaki's fingers enter him.
"Can you tell that I just put in three fingers, Hiro-san? It's so soft back here… I can almost see inside of you," Nowaki purred. Hiroki drooled in response, his eyes unfocused as he moaned into the sheets. Nowaki pulled out, and Hiroki felt the bed dip behind him. Nowaki's erection lined up with his entrance.
"T-Take off the ribbon first," Hiroki breathed. "Mmm…"
"How much do you want me to take off the ribbon, Hi-"
"Take that ribbon off right now or I'll bite your dick off," Hiroki snarled. There was a short pause before Hiroki felt Nowaki's fumbling fingers working to untie the ribbon. When it was untied, Hiroki moaned in relief. His moan turned into a cry as Nowaki entered him. He clenched around him, sucking him in greedily.
"You're amazing, Hiro-san," Nowaki said as he grabbed hold of Hiroki's hips and started thrusting into him. Hiroki bit the sheets, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Mmn, mm, haa- ahh!"
"You feel so good…" Nowaki whispered, bending low over Hiroki and running his tongue up the raise of his back. Hiroki whipped his head back and cried out at the headboard. Nowaki reached around and began stroking his erection as he pounded into his little husband, effectively sending Hiroki into his final seconds of agonizing ecstasy.
"Nowaki… oh, mm, Nowaki! I'm coming!" Hiroki warned, burying his face back in the sheets. "Nowa- uhhhn! AHN! Nowaki! Nowaki!"
Hiroki thrust his hips back into Nowaki as ribbons of ivory seed jetted out onto the sheets, decorating its already white surface. Nowaki growled and released his heat inside of Hiroki a moment later, filling him to the brim. They both rode out their orgasms as one until not a drop remained in them. Nowaki slowly pulled out, and Hiroki collapsed to the side, curling into a ball on the bed. He dazedly panted, reaching behind him and whimpering as he felt Nowaki's excess seed seeping from his still-twitching hole.
"Nn…" he whined. He felt a hand on his waist.
"I'm sorry, Hiro-san. I shouldn't have been so rough with you," Nowaki apologized gently, running his hand down to Hiroki's hip. "You were just… so sexy, I couldn't help myself."
"It's okay," Hiroki breathed. He snuggled into the blanket and shut his eyes. "It felt good."
Hiroki felt Nowaki press a warm kiss to his hip, then trail his lips up to Hiroki's neck, where he suckled the tender flesh.
"I love you, Hiro-san."
"Mm'yeah…"
