So, basically, in writing this I have discovered that writing smut between two men is a horrible experience. It is extremely difficult to write because pronouns become useless half the time. "He" and "him" do not work, because then people would get confused over which "him" is who. Or maybe you guys wouldn't get confused, but either way grammatically the pronoun always has to relate to the subject of the sentence. I got frustrated and ended up using pronouns where I shouldn't have, so I hope you don't get too confused. Okay, now my rant is done. Thank you. :)

Anyway, I hope this is okay. It's my first time attempting to write something like this, and I hope you don't read it and go "That chapter is a complete failure. You do not have the gift of writing sex." I didn't know how to start it and I spent many minutes just staring at the computer screen.

Sorry if you find this to be vulgar. I didn't want to use any euphemisms to soften what they are doing. I feel that there is no way to write this stuff without being crude. After all, what they are doing is vulgar in itself.

Chapter Four

Once the two men were back in their apartment, they set to work on their nightly tasks. Hiroki took their sandwiches out of his bag and put them in the fridge. He then hung up his coat and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. A few plates were in the sink so he washed those as well.

Nowaki put some water on the stove to boil. The couple kept a hummingbird feeder hanging outside of a window, and they made sure that it was full of sugar water at all times. Supposedly, hummingbirds became dependent on you if you set a feeder out. If it ran empty the birds would not go elsewhere for food and starve to death. Nowaki, a lover of all creatures big and small, was vigilant in filling up the feeder. Hiroki, who cared very little, would fill it up if Nowaki wasn't around, but only because he knew that the taller man would be sad if he saw it empty. It wasn't a difficult task though— only boiling four parts water with one part sugar— so Hiroki didn't mind doing it on the nights when Nowaki got off late at the hospital.

While the water boiled, Nowaki sat down and watched Hiroki pace around the room and clean up. The older man never was good at keeping things clean, and he often ended up leaving papers, pens, and books scattered around. Once he and Nowaki began living together, he had to clean up after himself. Nowaki would never say anything about the trail of office supplies left behind wherever Hiroki went, but Hiroki knew it bothered the other man. He made a concerted effort not to leave messes, and for that Nowaki was grateful.

Hiroki may not be verbal about his love, but he showed it often in his actions, in the little things that he did just to please his lover.

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Nowaki lowered his head until their lips touched. It wasn't ravenous or hard. It was a tease kiss, meant to tempt Hiroki with the threat of the desire he knew would soon consume them both.

He ran his hands along the strip of skin exposed along Hiroki's stomach where his shirt didn't quite meet his pants. Fingertips slip under the fabric to move it higher, over his chest and finally over his head.

Hiroki's brown eyes closed. He was going crazy. He couldn't pull away, didn't want to pull away.

"Oh God." His eyes broke open at the ferocious pleasure that ran through his body at the first stroke of tongue along his nipple. Nowaki's expression was enchanting, dowsed with lust and hunger. Without breaking the contact, Nowaki reached down to unbuckle his lover's pants. Slowly, the pants moved lower, over his thighs, and Hiroki lifted to allow it. Nowaki quickly disposed of his own clothes as well.

Once his skin was revealed, Nowaki leaned back down to tongue his Hiro-san's nipple. His shaft was rapidly hardening, hot and thick, and he couldn't help but grind his hips down. The feel of all this, their hard skin rubbing against each other, Nowaki's tongue licking his nipple as he stroked his thigh, had Hiroki moving closer and opening his legs. His hands moved up to delve into Nowaki's hair.

"I love you, Hiro-san," Nowaki breathed, lips caressing soft skin.

As Hiroki's fingers dug into Nowaki's back, he knew that his attentions were being greatly enjoyed. Yes, this was where Nowaki wanted his lover to be: underneath him, writhing in pleasure. Hiroki's back arched as pleasure raced through his body, eliciting a low moan. He fought to hold onto Nowaki, to have something with which he could center himself on and maintain some semblance of control. This pleasure terrified him, but also made him reach higher and higher until he didn't feel anything except Nowaki.

Lips left his nipple to kiss lower down his body. Each new place he touched brought forth a different feeling, a different strike of pleasure. Sensation attacked his nerves as Nowaki's lips and tongue painted a path of fiery strokes from his chest to his hips. When Nowaki confronted Hiroki's swollen head he found that it had leaked pearly liquid. He sucked the sweet fluid into his mouth and plunged his tongue into the slit, hoping that more would seep out.

Hiroki looked down to watch. Their eyes met and he wondered idly how the man had no shame? A smile reached his eyes as his head bobbed up and down. All at once he took the whole shaft into his mouth. Hiroki's hips arched up in pleasure as he was pleasured.

"Suck," Nowaki said, reaching up to place his fingers in his lover's mouth. He continued to administer to Hiroki's length as a warm wetness coated his fingers. An arousing sensation reached his groin when Hiroki's tongue played with his hand. He forced himself to pull his fingers away.

Hiroki's legs were lifted up as Nowaki's hand traced the provocative arc of his rear. His ass clenched in need and anticipation.

"I love you," Nowaki whispered with a sudden thrust of one finger into Hiroki's puckered hole. Only one finger. He needed more; this didn't fill him at all.

The finger pushed in and out. Sensation exploded through his body, causing his head to thrash against the pillow. Nowaki continued to do this until the resistance and pressure had loosened. Only then did he add a second finger. They searched and moved inside until Hiroki's prostate was found. Nowaki curled and pressed his fingers against this special spot until his lover was writhing under him.

"Please… more. I need more," Hiroki moaned as his body undulated, pleasure shooting deep into his stomach.

At these words, Nowaki removed his fingers. Hiroki immediately began to protest this loss until Nowaki aligned his cock with the grasping hole. The greatly engorged crest burst through his tightened ring to sink inside the constricting entrance of his anus.

Hiroki tried to scream, but found that he had no air. His mind couldn't think of anything but Nowaki's shallow thrusts and the pleasure careening throughout his body.

Nowaki reached out to clasp Hiroki's shaft with his fist and began to pump it in time with his thrusts. His hips were moving faster now, pushing harder and faster into the tightening depths inside Hiroki. Every thrust and moan increased their pleasure until Hiroki felt his release at arm's reach. Quickly, he was there. Ecstasy tore throughout his body as he arched and white-hot liquid shot over his stomach.

Nowaki, satisfied that his lover had come, pumped harder in order to reach his own climax. Hard pulses of semen blasted inside him, adding to Hiroki's pleasure.

Once they were both breathing steadily, Nowaki removed himself and collapsed on the mattress. Warm liquid seeped out of Hiroki's hole. They could do nothing but lie there silently. After a few minutes, Hiroki felt the dip in the bed as his lover got off.

"Hey, where you going?"

No reply was heard. Only the sound of running water gave Hiroki any clue as to what the tall man was doing. Soon, he was back with a wet washcloth in hand.

A blush was painted over Hiroki's face as the washcloth was eased between his ass and over his stomach.

"You don't have to do that, you know."

"Yeah, I know," Nowaki replied and leaned down to kiss Hiroki's forehead. "But I want to do it. It's my fault that you are all sticky, so I'm cleaning it up." He went back to the bathroom to throw the washcloth in the laundry basket.

Low enough that Nowaki couldn't hear, Hiroki whispered, "I don't mind, not if it's you that I'm covered in."

"Hmmm? Did you say something?" Nowaki asked, returning.

"No, no."

He turned off the light and crawled back into bed. His hand reached out to pull his Hiro-san to his chest.

They stayed like that through the night.

Armybro8, thank you for the constructive criticism. I would like to say that I have never been to Japan (or any Asian country for that matter) and I know nothing about their social etiquette. In my head all of this took place in America, mainly because I know nothing about Japan, even though if it was real it would have taken place in Asia. Making the characters OOC was not my intent, and I am sorry that it came across that way. However, I believe that Nowaki could act like that. He was never truly confident in their relationship (thus striving to make himself "better") and when Hiroki rejected his advances time and time again, why wouldn't he be worried? Regardless of how long a couple has been together, I believe that it's always possible for one to tire of another. I do see your point though; I will try to make them less OOC. Thank you. :)

Puppyfacetwo, I am contemplating making the guy at the deli play a bigger role. If depends if I feel like taking that route with this or if I even continue it at all. I don't know though. I am terribly uncreative with anything pertaining to new characters.

Please review! It would make me incredibly happy!