Later, on their way back to the room that night, the two men walked in comfortable silence. Around them, most of the hotel's inhabitants had turned off their lights for the night. Everyone was ready for the day to be over, but Usagi obviously had different ideas in mind. He didn't say anything, just walked slowly closer to Misaki until their shoulders were bumping. At one point their hands touched, so Usagi casually intertwined their fingers. At first, Misaki's only thought was to jerk his hand away, but the way his heart quickened ever so slightly at the older man's touch made it seem as if he couldn't order his fingers to let go. It was dark out, and because they were under the trees that lined all the paths and blocked out the moonlight, it meant nobody could see them.

Usagi held his hand all the way up the elevator, and once the doors opened to the top floor- the ultimate, most expensive suite in the entire hotel- Misaki's heart was pounding so hard he felt dizzy. Usagi stuck the key into the door, unlocked it, and gave the younger man and sly, seductive glance before leading him inside.

He shut - and locked- the door behind him.

Then, without turning on the lights, he waited until Misaki had sat down on the bed, then

started to slowly pull the tie from around his neck. Misaki saw his movement in the darkness, and asked,

"What are you do..?" His words were cut off as Usagi stood over him. The silver-haired man leaned forward and kissed Misaki slow and deep, the soul-shattering kind of kiss only he knew how to do. He opened his mouth and rolled his tongue against the younger man's, groping at Misaki's shoulders and gently pushing him down.

Misaki, for once, didn't protest. He had known his own oncoming doom from the moment Usagi mentioned the vacation, and was relieved that the strain of waiting for it had finally ceased. Besides, he felt light-headed and giddy, probably from the wine. He allowed Usagi to unbutton his shirt, slowly feeling the cool of the air conditioning against his bare skin. Finally, he lay with his chest bare, heart pounding furiously beneath his chest. It was at moments like these he could not deny the warmth that he felt to the older man. Tonight, he just wanted to please Usagi in any way he could, and accept all that he was given. Which meant...

Usagi planted his knees around Misaki's hips, and rested on his elbows just above the younger man's shoulders. Misaki's eyes were shut tight, like he was expecting on onslaught of every nerve in his body.

Which is just what Usagi was planning to do.

The author ducked his head and licked at the indentation at the base of Misaki's neck, then up his shoulder all the way to his elbow. He relished in the salty tang of his lover's skin, and continued upward until he kissed every one of Misaki's fingers.

The teenager shivered at the hot warmth up his arm, and felt in the base of his stomach a clench of excitement and lust. He arched his back slightly and opened his eyes. He was met with Usagi's deep purple irises staring into his own.

The room was completely silent except for his panting. His face was on fire with blushes, and his pants were starting to feel tighter in one particular spot. As he gazed into his lover's eyes, he saw in their depths love, excitement...sex. Even thought they had done...this...loads of times before, it somehow felt as if this time was different. Misaki had never felt so exposed to someone before, so...raw.

Usagi leaned down, causing contact between their chests, and kissed hungrily at Misaki's already marked lips.

"Misaki." He breathed, looking into his lover's eyes. "I love you."

These words, though Misaki had heard them hundreds of times before, sounded deeper, thicker than any time before.

I love you. He thought. I love you. I love you. Then he said it aloud.

"I love you too."

Usagi embraced his hot body, leaning downward until his lower body was wedged tight against Misaki's. It also meant that the two hard ridges in their pants brushed against one another, causing them to stiffen even more. Usagi shifted his weight back and forth, making Misaki's pants almost an unbearable confine.

"Ahh...U-usagi..." he whimpered. "It's too..mnn..."

"These," the older man said, trailing his finger down Misaki's chest until it reached his waistband. "Will have to come off."