Chapter Fifteen
Hiroki looked nervously back and forth and he tiptoed over to the bed. He didn't want the taller man to see what he was about to do. He reached Nowaki's bag and opened it, peering inside. After rummaging around, he found what he was looking for. He pulled out the plastic bag marked with the bookstores name and reached inside, pulling out several items. On top were a few tourist pamphlets, one for a "tropical paradise on the beach" another for a "relaxing resort" and one for a nature reserve where the animals got "so close you can reach out and touch them."
Under the pamphlets was a book: What to Expect When You're Expecting.
What the heck is this? Hiroki thought.
He leafed through the pages, only stopping to read short sentences here and there.
He froze when the shower shut off. Quickly, he stuffed everything back into the bags and rushed out of the room.
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Nowaki left the bathroom with a towel slung around his hips. As he grabbed the hair comb sitting on the bedside table, he eyes his bag on the bed. Good, it was still where he left it. He didn't want his Hiro-san to know what he had bought. Not that he was keeping secrets from him…
He had stayed up all last night thinking about the pregnancy, and he was worried. There was so much he didn't know. Before leaving for work, he did research on the computer for what he should know, and several sites listed What to Expect When You're Expecting as a good resource. Of course, he knew that Hiroki's pregnancy was far from average, but he still felt that he should read something on what was happening.
"Hiro-san," he called.
The smaller man appeared in the doorway. He stared at Nowaki's half naked form. Water had beaded up on his chest and arms. His hair was still damp and tousled and probably smelled really good, just like the shampoo he used— the shampoo that Hiroki had bough specifically at the store just for Nowaki. It smelled slightly floral but still un-denyingly masculine. It smelled, as Hiroki imagined, like a pouring waterfall in a dark, lush forest, untouched by society and its spoils. He continued to stare at Nowaki's lean and sculpted body and the other man spoke.
"I was thinking that we should go on vacation soon. Summer is almost over and school will start back up."
He waited for a response. When there was none, Nowaki continued.
"I think it'd be nice if we could get away for a bit before well… you know… the baby… and school… Hey, Hiro-san, are you listening?"
"Hmmm?" He looked up. "Yeah, I'm listening."
"Anyway, what do you think?"
Hiroki fidgeted. He hadn't been paying attention, but he didn't want to admit that he had no idea what the tall man had said.
"Anything is fine with me."
"Okay, good. We can decide where we want to go after dinner. I got some information today on popular vacationing spots."
Nowaki looked at his watch and sighed. "I better go finish getting dressed."
He put his hands on Hiroki's hips before leaning down to give him a kiss.
Ah, Hiroki was right: Nowaki did smell good. He breathed in deeply as he grabbed the taller man's shoulders. Nowaki was about to pull away, but the smaller man's hands gripped him tightly. In response, he deepened the kiss while pushing Hiroki against the wall and grinding their bodies together. He felt the towel around his hips loosen with the motion, reminding him of how little was between their most private places. Nowaki unbuttoned his lover's pants and pulled them down along with Hiroki's boxers.
"Hiro-san," he groaned as their lips connected. He felt his way down his lover's body, down his arms and lean waist, over his hips, then he clenched the globes of Hiroki's naked ass and squeezed.
Nowaki trapped the smaller man between his body and the wall as he moved his hips in slow circles. The motion aroused him, and the bulge he felt against his towel told him that his lover was aroused too.
"Hiro-san," he whispered, breaking the kiss. Hiroki groaned at the loss of contact, only to then feel Nowaki's lips moving down to his neck. "I love you so much," he continued. "So much that my heart overflows with happiness every time I see you."
The hands clasping Hiroki's ass tightened as Nowaki began to lift his lover up. Hiroki hooked his legs around Nowaki's waist and surrendered his weight.
In order to help hold the man up, Nowaki pushed Hiroki's back against the wall harder. This made Hiroki's manhood notch against the space between Nowaki's legs. He groaned at the contact and rubbed their bodies together.
Nowaki kneaded Hiroki's ass as he sucked the smooth skin under his ear. This elicited a moan from the smaller man, and Nowaki decided it was time to deepen their connection. He brought his fingers to Hiroki's mouth and told him to suck. Once the fingers were wet, he lowered his hand to toy with Hiroki's puckered hole. He heard his lover's breathing hitch when he pushed a finger inside.
"You're tight today, Hiro-san," he said, pressing in farther past the tight ring of muscles.
Hiroki squirmed slightly as he adjusted to the intrusion. The finger pulled out and he moaned at the loss, but then a second finger joined the first to sink inside. Nowaki moved in and out, stopping sometimes to scissor his fingers, opening his lover up farther.
When Hiroki was breathing heavily and moaning softly, Nowaki pulled his fingers out so that he could drop the towel around his waist.
Nowaki closed his eyes and panted, "Do you want me to get some lube?" Please say no. Please say no. Please say no. He didn't think he had enough control to put the man down and walk over to the bedside table.
"N…No… Just… go in. Slowly."
"I don't want to hurt you."
Hiroki's hand stroked the side of his face. "You won't."
He grunted in response as he gripped his shaft and poised it at Hiroki's entrance. A slow thrust upwards had Hiroki moaning. The smaller man gripped Nowaki's shoulders at the next thrust, his nails digging into skin.
"Ah, Hiro-san," he moaned, "You feel so good."
The next push upwards had Nowaki pressing against the special spot inside Hiroki's ass. Hiroki cried out with the stimulation and the walls of his rectum clenched tightly around the invasion.
Hiroki began to bob up and down on Nowaki's erection.
The taller man, sensing his nearing orgasm, gripped Hiroki's shaft and rubbed up in down in time with his thrusts.
"Nowaki," he moaned. "I need more. Harder."
In response, the man gripped tighter as he pounded into his lover. He could feel Hiroki's impending release in the clenching of his muscles and the bead of sweat that dripped down the side of his face.
Seconds later, Hiroki's climax washed over him, shooting white streams over Nowaki's stomach. The rings in his ass tightened with ecstasy, spurring on Nowaki's own orgasm. Hot streaks blasted inside of Hiroki, filling up his every crevice.
They stood there for a moment breathing heavily before Nowaki carried his lover to the bed and laid him down. He got on his back next to him.
Hiroki breathed deeply as he endured the aftershocks of his orgasm.
Nowaki, ever the calm one, crossed his arms behind his head.
"I just took a shower. I seem to be sweaty and rather sticky again."
"Shut up!" Hiroki groaned without much force, covering his eyes with his forearm. "Your own fault…"
"I know." He turned onto his side to stare affectionately at the other man. "I love being sweaty if it's because of you." He ran his index finger over the white substance on his stomach. Once his finger was coated, he made a show of licking it off seductively.
Hiroki clenched his eyes tightly and wrinkled his nose. "That's gross, Nowaki."
"I disagree," he replied, licking up another fingertip of Hiroki's semen. "It's far from gross."
Nowaki pointedly looked down at Hiroki's exposed stomach. "It appears you got a little on you too. Do you want me to clean it up?"
"No!" he exclaimed, pushing the man's hand away.
"Are you sure," he teased, eyes twinkling. "I would be more than happy to help."
Hiroki squirmed, slightly uncomfortable. "Look, if you want to do it, go ahead, fine by me."
Nowaki leaned down the lick the pearly white substance off his lover's stomach.
"Mmmm, you taste so good, Hiro-san," he sighed. His tongue moved over the smooth planes of his abdomen as he lapped up Hiroki's semen. It was sweet like usual, and had a slightly syrupy consistency.
Once Hiroki was thoroughly cleaned, Nowaki leaned back on the bed and exhaled loudly. "I suppose we should go get cleaned for real now," the tall man mused.
"I don't wanna," Hiroki whined and curled up next to Nowaki's side.
"Too bad. We'll take a shower together. I'll be sure to be gentle with you after our recent play."
The tall man scooped his lover up in his arms before standing and walking into the bathroom.
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