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Hana, I fixed where Nowaki called him the wrong name. Sorry, I didn't even realize that I did that.

Chapter Two

Hiroki stumbled down onto the bed and Nowaki soon followed. His thighs were pushed apart by the bigger man's legs as their lower stomachs pressed against each other, enabling each could feel the other's hardness pressing against his own. Hiroki's fingers weaved into raven hair and pulled him closer. Nowaki was eager to comply and ground down against the older man. He began by kissing his neck, a spot that was especially tender and soft. His pink tongue peeked out to lick smooth skin, and when Hiroki groaned, he began to suck. Warmth gathered under Nowaki's lips, and he knew that a dark pink mark would be left there. He moved slightly farther up, just under Hiroki's ear, and continued to suck.

"No…" Hiroki whimpered against the pleasure, "Not the neck. Too obvious… people will see…"

Nowaki shifted up to look Hiroki in the eyes. "Exactly, Hiro-san. I want everyone to know that you're taken, that nobody is allowed to touch you."

Hiroki looked away, uncomfortable with the sudden intimacy. Nowaki frowned. His earlier uncertainties resurfaced as Hiroki avoided his gaze. He knew that he wasn't good enough for Hiro-san. What if Hiro-san now realized it too and had tired of the younger, less experienced, and less worldly man?

"We should probably talk," Nowaki spoke softly. This wasn't a conversation that he wanted to initiate, but it had to be done.

Hiroki stared at him, dumbfounded. This was not the time for talking; it was about… well… doing other stuff. Stuff that involved the bed.

"Are you serious?" Hiroki gawked.

"Yes. This conflict won't go away," Nowaki whispered. His eyes and fists clenched with worry. "I need to know that you have time for me. I love you so much, Hiro-san, and I just couldn't bear it if… if you…" He trailed off, unable to go on.

"Seriously, Nowaki, you don't need—"

"No!"

Nowaki slammed his fist into the mattress.

"This is important!" He took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "I love you so much. I couldn't bear it if you were coming home late and always grading papers on purpose, just so that you didn't have to spend time with me. Have you finally tired of me?"

When Hiroki didn't reply, more from shock than anything else, Nowaki got afraid. Anxiety and nervousness forced him to roll on his side away from Hiroki and cover his eyes. He knew that he wasn't good enough for Hiroki yet. But if he could only get a little more time, then he would improve himself. But until then, he couldn't look at his lover's face. What if he saw pity, or worse, disdain?

A gentle hand landed on Nowaki's cheek, but he refused to open his eyes.

"Nowaki."

There was no reply.

"Nowaki," he tried again, a little more forcefully.

When that too yielded no response, Hiroki moved his hand to the shoulder in order to pull him over onto his back. The man, however, didn't budge. Try as Hiroki might, Nowaki was almost twice his size. His pushing and shoving had little effect on the bigger man.

"Nowaki, you big dummy! Move over!" he fumed. "I promise, I did want to spend time with you. Wait, no, I do want to spend time with you." His voice got sweeter as he continued, "Trust me, I love you too much to ever leave you."

Under Hiroki's confession, Nowaki found the strength to uncover his eyes, just in time to see him blush.

Hiroki continued, "You don't have to worry. I know it's been hard lately, but the semester is over in 2 weeks." He moved his lips near Nowaki's face so that he could punctuate his words with kisses. "And then I will be able to spend every" – kiss-"single"– kiss-"moment"– kiss- "with you."

Nowaki was speechless as Hiroki continued to lavish love upon his face. His nose, his forehead, his eyelids, and finally, his lips. The older man wasn't used to doing the kissing, as Nowaki was usually the one who did all that. But Hiroki felt the need to show him just how much he was loved, if only because he was horrible at saying it.

Nowaki, having overcome his shock, wrapped his lover up in his arms.

"I'm sorry I got like that, Hiro-san," he whispered.

"Just don't do it again. I thought that you knew what you were to me. I didn't know that you needed confirmation of how I feel about you."

"I love you, Hiro-san."

"Yeah, yeah." Then, quieter, "Me too."

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