Chapter 2: Play
The Spatula Test, Another Missing Citrus: Panda Barrettes
Chapter Two: Safe Word
After several minutes, Hiroki had regained his breath enough to begin to feel curious. He wondered what the big dork was doing.
He'd honestly been surprised when Nowaki had pushed aside his offer of release, the man had been hard for so long he had to have been really uncomfortable.
Still, Hiroki shrugged. The mind of Nowaki is a mystery. One he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to solve.
While he was waiting for his giant to return, Hiroki decided to make use of the remainder of his "break." He wobbled into the bathroom on weak legs, his knees still a bit shaky after his explosive orgasm.
He soaked a cloth and used it to wipe some of the sweat from his skin, relishing for once, the sensation of cold against his fevered flesh. He filled his rinse cup under the tap and took a long drink.
Looking in the mirror, Hiroki noticed some strands of hair that had escaped the panda barrettes. He unclipped the pandas, smoothed his unruly auburn locks as best he could, and then clipped the bear fasteners back in. He started trying to smooth out his distressed skirt and then suddenly felt very foolish.
You're acting like a schoolgirl getting ready for a date, Kamijou, he chided himself. Stop behaving so stupidly.
Hiroki determined right then, that no matter what the big monkey had planned, he would conduct himself with a more dignified air as he fulfilled his promise. He managed to hold onto that thought for exactly two seconds after he stepped out of the bathroom, back into their main room, and saw Nowaki.
Oh, Fuck!
Hiroki gulped.
Nowaki was standing not five feet away from him wearing his second best suit (the man only owned two). The ensemble fit his tall body to a tee. The outfit was well draped and emphasized Nowaki's beautifully broad shoulders, long legs and trim waist. The charcoal gray fabric shifted the shade of his dazzling blue eyes, making them seductively smoky.
Nowaki looked fucking gorgeous.
Seeing him like this, reminded Hiroki why he avoided taking Nowaki to any sort of formal occasion. First, because as spectacular as Nowaki looked, Hiroki always ended up spending the entire event, regardless of what it was, wedding, funeral, etc., trying to scowl away the women and men who flocked to the fantastic figure his boyfriend cut in a suit. Secondly, because any time he saw Nowaki dressed like this, it immediately made him hard.
Hiroki could feel this effect occurring even now, despite the fact it was so soon after his previous release.
"What are you doing in that suit, Nowaki?" Hiroki was aware that his voice trembled ever so slightly. "And," he said looking down at the front of Nowaki's trousers, "what happened to your erection?"
Nowaki gave Hiroki a slight smile and answered the second query first. "Oh, well, I took care of that myself before I changed, Hiro-san."
Hiroki was confused and began to sputter. "But I would have… I mean… I offered."
Nowaki stepped up and put one hand under Hiroki's chin. With the other he stroked his professor's furrowed brow.
"It's okay, Hiro-san. I mean, I was hard for such a long time; I hardly had to touch myself. I wanted to do it that way. Because… well, you know… after the first time I come, the next time always takes so much longer to get there. This way, I now have a lot better staying power."
Hiroki blushed deeply; he did indeed know the truth of this. Before he was even aware of what they were doing, his hands slipped down and back coming to rest in a slightly protective posture over his backside acknowledging the rigor of Nowaki's endurance.
"As for the suit…" Nowaki looked at Hiroki earnestly. "Are you ready to play with me, Hiro-san?"
Staring into his lover's dusky blue eyes, Hiroki understood immediately what the younger man was asking him and he was touched by Nowaki's consideration.
The two men had played sex games from time to time. It was only natural. However, they did not do it as often as they might have, because of a little problem. The trouble with playing games was that when it came to these, Nowaki undertook them with the same commitment and intensity that he did with everything else in his life. In other words, when the giant played, he played hard.
Given the promise that Hiroki had made, Nowaki could have just demanded his boyfriend to participate, but by asking the question, he was giving him a choice.
Knowing what would probably happen if he said yes, Hiroki's heart began to beat faster.
For Nowaki, watching Hiro-san decide was part of the thrill. The apprehension in the man's eyes was delectable and very arousing, because if Hiro-san agreed, it meant that he was willing to trust him… completely. Something Hiro-san rarely allowed himself to do.
Nowaki released Hiroki's chin and walked across the front room. He pulled one of the dining room chairs several feet away from the table and sat down.
"I am an accomplished business man, preparing to conduct an interview for the position of a domestic in my household: I am looking for a maid."
The tone in Nowaki's voice had shifted ever so slightly. Hiroki immediately recognized that particular note: Nowaki was already starting to slip into character.
His heart began to beat even faster.
"So, Nowaki…" Hiroki tried to keep the quaver at bay and his voice light, "that would make me the maid then, I take it?" He asked this question not to Nowaki, but rather to a spot on the floor just to the side of the man.
"Not just a maid, 'Kami,' a sixteen year-old virgin, very innocent, unschooled in the ways of men." The way Nowaki's voice sounded when he relayed this information sent a shock straight to Hiroki's dick, making it jump.
His giant had obviously put a lot of thought into this particular scenario.
"That is if you want to play, Hiro-san." Nowaki's voice was more purr than words.
Hiroki twisted a bit of his skirt around one of his long fingers; he bit his bottom lip contemplatively. "Y… yes," he murmured after a long moment of uncomfortable silence.
"Yes?" Nowaki echoed. He wanted to make sure Hiro-san was truly agreeing.
"Yes," Hiroki repeated firmly, though he was shifting his weight nervously from side to side. "I want to play."
"And do you remember your word?"
Oh, shit, it's going to be that kind of game.
"Lem…Lemon," Hiroki breathed. There was no way he could look at Nowaki now. Hiroki knew once he said "yes" the transformation enacted in his normally sweet, goofy boyfriend would be complete and immediate: Nowaki would be in full master mode now.
"You know you can say that word at any time and I'll stop, Hiro-san."
The most delicious flower of fear had just blossomed in the basin of Hiroki's belly.
"I know," came Hiroki's whispered response.
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Loopyhutton, love, I will not leave you hanging. If I have my way I will get this whole fic reposted today.
Black Flamingo 101- My darling Bird, I crave your reviews like chocolate. Thank you so much for the wonderful feedback. Yes, Nowaki in full seme mode is deliciously hot. And I do love to have a good angst free, gleeful sex romp every now and again. Keeps the Tri-Dog spry.
Hope to hear more from you, and any of you other readers.
Also, thank you all so much for being so patient with me in this re-posting/reorganization of mine. My OCD brain offers its great gratitude.