Me: Oh, my god! I can't believe someone actually liked how I wrote my first lemon! Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Ten: That's interesting.
Shun: Aw, I want to read!
Me and Ten: You are too innocent.
Shun: I'm not that innocent! (Smirks)
Me: Oh, right… CURSE YOU KOUYA FOR THAT DEMO!
Shun: The silly writer doesn't own Morenatsu, only Lee-san!
August 23 Part 1
Cleaning Up (or Not 😉)
My stomach is killing me when I finally wake up, and I roll onto my back with a groan, hoping to alleviate my discomfort; sadly, it does not. In fact, the pain intensifies, and the smell of cooking eggs doesn't do much to help either. Wait a minute; eggs?
I force an eye open and look to where I had just been, and I'm surprised to see that Kouya is missing. That would explain the smell of eggs. Forcing open my other eye, I slide off of the bed, careful so I don't get more sick than I already feel.
The musician enters the main room through one of the doors, carrying two plates with eggs and sausage to the table in the corner. He is wrapped in a very plush blue bath robe, and for some reason, despite my stomachache, I lick my lips, wanting to unwrap him like a present. I make an attempt to stand up, and a wave of nausea washes over me. I gasp for breath, trying not to get sick, and I can barely notice as Kouya, having set down the food, has raced over and wrapped his arms around me, letting me rest into him so my stomach will be able to calm down.
"Lee, are you okay," he asks, keeping his gaze on me. I look up with a forced smile, but my stomach twists into a knot, and I have the urge to be sick again.
"N-Not particularly," I mutter, doing my best not to throw up. The husky lets out a sigh, guiding me to the door closest to us, which I can now assume to be the bathroom.
"I'll get you some clothes and a towel so you can get a shower after, you know." I can tell he is a little disturbed, so I let him leave as I shut the door, collapsing by the toilet. It all rushes forth before I even realize it, and I gag, my throat burning and the taste of bile lingering on my tongue. As soon as the first is gone, a second wave of nausea strikes, and I continue to empty my stomach contents. It goes on like this for five minutes, and I feel awful once I'm finally finished.
I turn on the sink after flushing away the horrifying sight, washing my hands and rinsing out the taste in my mouth. I take a look in the mirror as I shut off the faucet, not thoroughly impressed with my reflection.
My skin is even more pale than normal because of my little session, but I look like I hadn't slept at all last night. My hair is in complete disarray, which I can tell is because of my actions last night with Kouya. A blush forms on my cheeks as I recall last night's events, intensified as my heart starts to race, signaling my arousal.
"Are, you good in there," Kouya asks from the other side of the closed door.
I open it with a smile, making sure to stay partially behind it as a form of cover. "I am now. Sorry about that."
The grin I know all too well forms on his lips, and he holds up a stack of fresh clothes and towels. I know he is just wanting me to take them, but seeing him smile has other plans racing through my mind. I take a hold, not of the stack, but of his wrist, pulling him forward as I kiss him, enjoying the mixed taste I got to sample last night. With a chuckle, he enters the bathroom, setting the stack down by the sink and shutting the door without even breaking the kiss.
I run my hands along his robe, opening it so I can get at his bare skin. He grabs my backside with a firm grip, making me squeak a little in pain. It's alleviated, though, the very moment he lifts me off the ground, forcing me to wrap my legs around his exposed waist. The robe falls off his shoulders, leaving us both in the nude, just as we were last night.
I pull away, laughing a little at the sight of his grin. "What, is something on my face," he asks in a joking manner, drawing out a heavier laugh.
"I know I started this round, but didn't you get me those clothes so I could get clean? Because I don't think you holding me like this is getting the job done." He raises an eyebrow as he sets me down, letting me move to the shower. I get the water turned on, letting it heat up as I turn to the husky, who is studying my body with a hungry look in his eyes. "You know, I think you could use a little bath as well." I receive a look that is almost insulted, and I poke his chest, where the fur is caked down and crusted up.
"That was your fault, Lee." The musician lets out a laugh of his own as I fain hurt, stepping back so I'm in the shower.
I smile after a few seconds, enjoying the feel of the water, though this heat is nothing compared to Kouya. I'm not alone for long, though, as Kouya steps in as well, drawing the curtain before he pulls me into a kiss. His tongue explores my mouth, and all I can do is moan at the sensation. The water is hitting him full force, soaking his fur into a shiny coat.
"Is this good for you," he growls, moving his kiss down so he is at my collar bone, keeping a firm grip on my bare hips. His fingers press in slightly, enough to bruise, but not enough that they'll hurt me.
"Of course it is, Kouya. Why wouldn't it be?" I turn my head slightly, nipping at his ear in a playful manner. A deep throated chuckle makes his chest vibrate, the beating of his heart acting like a bass as my heart and chest echo the same beat. As he continues on my collar bone, now nibbling on it, I wrap my arms around him in a hug, running my fingers through his fur and enjoying the softness of it.
Kouya pulls away, inspecting the bruise he left with a proud look before he grins at me again, kissing my lips lightly. "I don't think there is anything about you I could ever stop loving, Lee."
"Same for you, rock star." He smiles at the new nickname, giving me a peck on the cheek.
"I think we should probably hurry in here before we both look like dried prunes." Grabbing a bottle of shampoo from a corner shelf, he stands behind me as he lathers it into my hair. I blush, feeling like a child as he does this, until I notice that something is poking my back, right above the tail bone. I reach behind me, taking a hold of him and drawing out a surprised gasp from the larger male.
"You're enjoying this quite a lot, Kouya. I didn't think clean was your thing, after seeing your room."
"It is. I just don't get much time because of work." I smile, slowly stroking him as he starts working on my shoulders, massaging them lightly. The husky lets out a low whimper as I release him, but I smirk. Being raised in America has advantages, I must admit, as I recall something that women often did with men they were either flirting with or dating.
I shift myself, rubbing my backside against him. Kouya lets out a cry of surprise at my action, slipping and dragging me down with him. The curtain slides away during our fall, so I'm surprised when I don't feel it cover us. I guess that is one thing that movie have wrong; people falling out of showers doesn't always pull down the curtain.
Laying on top of Kouya, I smile, leaning up and kissing his neck, straddling his hips and grinding against him. He's harder now than last night, even, which I take pleasure in being the cause of it. I continue the movement, and he lets loose a moan that I can't help but sigh at the sound of.
"Damn, Lee," he mutters, tensing up noticeably. I know why he is so tense, and I smirk, shifting again so we are pressed together, before taking a hold of him, continuing my grinding as I go back to my stroking. I feel that warmth in the pit of my stomach again, and I increase the pace.
"Holy shit! I'm getting close," Kouya growls, almost shouting as I feel my own release approaching, and rapidly.
"Same here," I moan, resisting as best as I can. I can't hold it in much longer, so I release my grip of his member, grinding almost painfully against his hips as I kiss him desperately. His taste forces me over the edge, and I feel him grab my hips, forcing us together so there isn't any space between our bodies as I practically scream into his mouth. His response is a groan as he twitches between us, joining me.
After about a minute, we are slowly regaining our breath, and I sit up, smiling widely. Kouya sits up as well, kissing me lightly. "You know, I think we just got out dirtier than we got in."
"I don't mind. After all, we'll probably just go through another round if we both got in again."
Me: *intense nosebleed* Ouch, my poor nose! Why must this be so hot!
Shun: *unconscious with massive nosebleed*
Ten: YOU KILLED MY BROTHER WITH THAT!
Me: He's not dead! Yet… Anyways, R&R! I hope everyone enjoys the chapter, and those that come out later on! But on a more serious note… *turns around to the set* CAN SOMEONE CALL 911!? WE DON'T NEED A LAWSUIT ON OUR HANDS!