Chp 3: Found out
The next day---
All Misaki can think about is what trouble this morning had given him, just before he came to school. It's all Usagi-san's fault!! Misaki could only curse behind Usami's back. After all, what has been done cannot be undone.
*Clink* *Clank*
Misaki was washing the dishes after breakfast as usual. After he was done, he went to the living room and was preparing to go to school, when Usami embraced him from behind.
"I'm up for dessert!" Usami whispered softly, breathing into Misaki's ear, making him red as tomato.
"Nobody eats dessert after breakfast! Now, would you please be as kind to let-" Misaki was reprimanding Usami, but his lips were sealed tight by Usami's kiss.
When their lips parted, Usami wasted no time in letting Misaki protest. He pushed Misaki onto the sofa, and topped him.
His hands fumbled around Misaki's belt, but Misaki was beginning to push him away. "Usagi-san, I-I need to go to, to school!!"
Misaki was getting desperate; he needed to escape before he caved in... But Usami was too strong for him.
He managed to seal all escape routes when he lifted Misaki's face with the other free hand and kissed him.
Soon, Usami took off Misaki's jeans, and was working on his shirt.
Unconsciously, Misaki's lips parted and welcomed the intrusion of Usami's tongue, letting him ravish whatever he can.
"U-Usagi-san," gasping for air, Misaki tried his best to speak, "Let's stop for now..."
Usami ignored him, removing his own shirt when Misaki was already down to his underwear-
"A-AHH!! Usagi-san, I said s-stop!" Misaki's retort was not at all convincing.
"Just let me love you..." Usami whispered into Misaki's ear.
"A-ahh... Nhh!" Misaki surrendered to the pleasure. He had already given up. He moaned, "Usagi-"
*Kachick*
The door flew open. Both Usagi and Misaki froze.
"Usagi, Misaki! How have both of you been doing? I missed you guys so much, I decided to visit one day earlier! Ah. Usagi, I used the key you sent me to open the door, so hope you don't mind~ What are the both of you do..." The cheerful voice that rang throughout the house trailed off into nothing.
Takahiro, Megumi, and Suzuki.
Both Takahiro and Megumi were starring at the awkward scene in front of them, while Suzuki was oblivious to the change in atmosphere.
"G-Gah~ Gu~" To think they said babies were the most sensitive.
"Nii-s-san..." Misaki suddenly became aware of his surroundings. He, in his underwear, below Usami. And Usami, shirtless, topping him.
It was obvious what they were up to.
A storm cloud seemed to hover above Takahiro, while Usami's expression did not change. Misaki could not decipher the look on Usami's face.
Takahiro finally spoke. When he did, it was like knifes stabbing Usami's back, ever so quietly. "5 minutes. To finish what you're doing. No more than that. Misaki. Go to school."
With that, Takahiro and his family left, slamming the door behind. Misaki let his head hang over the sofa's arm. Ah, if looks could kill, he thought, I would be dead by now...
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Looks like Misaki could only take one step at a time. But for now, he can only go for lesson...
I wonder how is Usagi-san handling Nii-san now..? Misaki shuddered at the thought.
"Mi-sa-ki!" Sumi's voice broke Misaki's train of thought.
"Ah. Sumi-senpai! We got to go now, or else we'd be late for Kamijou's sensei lesson..." Misaki's voice trailed off, for he finally remembered.
Ah~ No more time for that! RUN!! .
At Hiroki…
O-Ouch! Hiroki flinched as he stepped into the room.
My back... . Nowaki that bastard! All I did was to give in to a request of his after dinner- ARH!!
To think I resolved to put down my stubbornness and pride to be more considerate...
Fine! I quit!! Hiroki cursed as he started teaching the class.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Misaki.
... Hiroki continued with his lesson, and at the same time, thinking of a way to talk to Takahashi. Alone.
"We'll stop here for today!" Hiroki announced. "Takahashi, I need help with my paper work. Meet me in my office after this." Hiroki saw Misaki's face.
Yabai, looks like he still remembers...
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