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Overcoming Misaki's Embarrassment, Chapter Three
"Misaki," his lover greeted him, a look on his face that Misaki had never seen before.
Misaki blinked.
"WHAT are you doing here? You promised!" he exclaimed, hands up in the air. "You need to be at the conference! Not here at..." the rest of his sentence trailed off into nothingness as he realized that the man had not moved. Suddenly, Misaki couldn't breathe.
Seconds passed with silence.
"Misaki," Usagi finally said, eyes gleaming down and piercing Misaki where he stood, frozen. "I want you to repeat what you sent in that text to me."
Misaki blushed. "B-baka, why should I do that?"
"It is taking every ounce of restraint in me to not take you on that counter," he bit out unabashedly. "So I suggest you do what I'm asking."
Misaki's face turned from pink to completely red. "...this is so embarrassing," he muttered nervously, pulling out his phone. "Uh... I like it when you ruffle my hair, because it means that I've done something that pleases you. I-" he was cut off by Usagi coming over and doing just that, though noticeably softer than his normal gesture. It seemed like the man was taking his time, as if to feel every silky strand within his fingertips. "Continue," he said after a few moments, a smile evident in his softer tone.
Misaki couldn't bear to look up at the man, knowing what was next. "...I like it when you suddenly take me here at home and kiss me softly, even when it's-umf," he said, cut off by Usagi's lips. The man gathered Misaki into his arms, holding his head closer as his tongue explored the inside of Misaki's mouth.
"You didn't finish," Usagi breathed, his lips just centimeters away from Misaki's.
"...when it's completely..." Usagi covered his lips again with his own again, "...unexpected..." Misaki finally finished, staring up at Usagi's eyes in a daze.
The older man continued to hold Misaki close to him, a look of such love on his face that Misaki seemed to lose himself in it. How did I ever survive without you...? He wondered to himself.
"I want to hear the rest of it," Usagi whispered, trailing kisses from his lips down his neck, inciting gasps of pleasure from his companion.
"...I like...ah! Providing you with...sustenance, because-"
Once more, Usagi covered his lips with his own, but this time, he swept up Misaki's feet and picked him up effortlessly, cradling his smaller body in his masculine arms. Not ceasing his kisses, Usagi climbed the stairs to the bedroom as Misaki curled his arms around his lover's neck.
Later that afternoon, after Usagi was sufficiently filled up on Misaki - to Misaki's declaration, at least - Misaki shouted in realization: "USAGI! Your conference! You were supposed to be there!"
"You're only remembering now?" Usagi replied, amused, not looking up from his newspaper.
"BAKA! Aikawa's probably going CRAZY!"
"No, she isn't."
"How do you know?!"
"I promised her I'd write another boys' love novel about this morning," he said, deadpan, "featuring my best-selling couple yet. Akihiko and Misaki."
A/N: Thank you everyone!