AN – The chapter gets a little spicy. NSFW.

Chapter 2

The next morning, Hiroki awoke naked, in a tangle of limbs and sheets, a feeling of warmth and comfort cocooning him. It was unusual for him to wake first—he wasn't a morning person by any stretch—but sometimes, it happened, especially after a drink or two. Nowaki lay still beside him, arm draped protectively over Hiroki's waist, the bed sheet barely covering him, snoring lightly. Hiroki carefully untangled himself, smiling as he took in the sight of Nowaki's peaceful face, his long eyelashes resting gently against his cheeks.

Hiroki loved to watch his partner sleep in these rare moments, though he would never admit it. He'd scoff and call it absurd whenever Nowaki mentioned doing the same, insisting that watching someone sleep couldn't possibly be that interesting. But secretly, he adored the calmness of Nowaki's expression, the way his breath came evenly, his chest rising and falling with each breath, taking it all in without being caught.

A rare indulgence flickered within Hiroki, and he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Nowaki's forehead, something he would never usually allow himself to do. Silently, he slipped out of bed, reaching for Nowaki's discarded t-shirt and his own boxers, pulling them on before quietly unpacking the rest of their belongings discarded from the previous night's antics.

The weekend ahead was one Hiroki had been looking forward to for weeks, ever since Nowaki had told him of the plans, just in time to stop him from buying tickets to the festival himself. It was the first literary festival in years, packed with two full days of book signings, authors, and academic talks. Miyagi even asked him to pick up a copy of a specialised journal filled with papers to aid in his latest research venture, in return for covering a day of his classes. Hiroki was beyond excited, especially for a talk by one of the most respected Japanese literature academics, Professor Sakurako Ueda, whose expertise in Heian-period poetry had long inspired him.

He also recently discovered that Professor Takashi Yamada, a scholar whose groundbreaking research on homosexual relations in Edo-period Japan had captivated Hiroki, would be attending. The prospect of discussing these topics and expanding his own personal research was exhilarating.

As he finished unpacking, Hiroki took care to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to disturb Nowaki's sleep. He then slipped into the bathroom, relishing the powerful spray of the shower and the warm water that cascaded over his body, washing away the remnants of the night before. When Hiroki emerged, wrapped in a towel, he was surprised to find Nowaki sitting up in bed, blinking sleepily at him.

"Sorry if I woke you," Hiroki apologised, "I was trying to be quiet."

Nowaki smiled and shook his head. "You didn't wake me," he said softly, holding out his hand and beckoning Hiroki to join him back in bed, patting the spot Hiroki had vacated. As Hiroki sat down, Nowaki leaned in, kissing his lips gently. "Happy Birthday, Hiro-san," he murmured.

Hiroki felt warmth bloom in his chest, and he thanked Nowaki with a smile. Nowaki leaned in closer, resting his head on Hiroki's slightly damp shoulder and inhaling deeply. "You smell nice, Hiro-san," he murmured.

Hiroki explained how he had used the hotel's toiletries, intrigued by their scent. Nowaki, still leaning against him, pressed a kiss to Hiroki's shoulder before sliding his hand to rest on the towel wrapped around Hiroki's waist. Looking up at Hiroki through his eyelashes, Nowaki raised an eyebrow. "Did you wash your body with this nice-smelling scent?" he asked, his hand beginning to rub Hiroki's thigh through the towel.

Hiroki nodded, swallowing hard as his heart began to race. Nowaki grinned mischievously. "Well, I think I'm going to need to get closer to make sure I really like this scent." With a playful glint in his eyes, he loosened Hiroki's towel and slid down, taking Hiroki's semi-hard cock in his hands.

The sensation of Nowaki's touch sent a shiver through Hiroki, his breathing deepening as Nowaki brought his face closer, running the tip of his nose down the shaft. Hiroki let out an audible sigh, full of wanting. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, his body aching for more.

"This is such a nice scent, Hiro-san," Nowaki teased, his voice low and full of mischief. "But to be 100% sure, I'm going to have to give it a little taste."

With deliberate slowness, Nowaki's tongue flicked out, tracing a wet line from the base of Hiroki's cock up to the sensitive tip. Hiroki's breath hitched, his hips involuntarily bucking at the sudden jolt of pleasure. Nowaki's mouth hovered over the tip, his warm breath teasing the sensitive skin before he finally took it between his lips. His tongue swirled around the head, teasing the slit with a soft flick before he began to slowly slide his mouth down, inch by inch, enveloping Hiroki in an intoxicating mix of warmth and wetness.

Nowaki's hands were just as skilled as his mouth. One hand wrapped around the base of Hiroki's cock, stroking in time with the movements of his mouth, while the other gently cupped Hiroki's balls, rolling them softly in his palm. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, each stroke and suck sending waves of pleasure coursing through Hiroki's body. Nowaki varied the pressure, sometimes sucking hard, hollowing out his cheeks, and then easing off, allowing his tongue to flutter along the underside of Hiroki's shaft.

"Do you like that, Hiro-san?" Nowaki asked, his voice muffled by the fact that his mouth was still full of Hiroki. The vibrations of his voice sent a new surge of pleasure through Hiroki, who could only manage a gruff exclamation in response.

"Yes!"

"Oh God!"

"Nowaki."

"Don't Stop!" Hiroki groaned; his voice thick with need.

The plea made Nowaki smile around Hiroki's cock, the corners of his lips curling up as he increased the pace, bobbing his head faster while his hand matched the rhythm, stroking Hiroki's length with a firm, steady grip.

Nowaki's tongue worked with expert precision, teasing the underside of the tip before he plunged down again, taking Hiroki as deep as he could. The pressure, the warmth, the slickness of Nowaki's mouth—it was all too much. Hiroki's hands gripped the sheets tightly, his knuckles white as he fought to hold on, his body trembling with the effort to prolong the inevitable.

But Nowaki knew exactly how to push Hiroki over the edge. His fingers tightened around the base, squeezing just enough to heighten the sensation as his mouth worked relentlessly, sucking and licking, his tongue dancing over Hiroki's most sensitive spots. Hiroki felt the tension coil in his abdomen, the pressure building until it was unbearable. He was right on the edge, trying to push Nowaki's head away, but Nowaki wouldn't budge.

With one final, deep suck, Nowaki sent Hiroki spiralling into his release. Hiroki cried out as he came, the intense pleasure crashing over him in waves. Nowaki didn't falter, eagerly accepting everything Hiroki gave him, his mouth working to milk every drop. When it was over, Hiroki collapsed back onto the bed, panting and spent, his body still trembling in the afterglow.

Nowaki finally pulled away, swallowing with a contented hum, then wiped the side of his mouth with the back of his hand. He leaned down and kissed Hiroki's forehead softly, his lips lingering for just a moment. "I should shower and get ready," he said with a satisfied grin, ignoring his hardening member "especially if we're going to make it down for breakfast."

Hiroki rolled onto his side, looking up at him. Nowaki, half talking to himself, added with a playful glint in his eyes, "Well, a second breakfast, since I've already had a delightful morning snack."

Hiroki could hear the smile in Nowaki's voice, and though he wanted to roll his eyes at the teasing, he couldn't help but smile back.
"But what about you? Let me return the favour." Hiroki stated, stretching out his arm in an attempt to pull him closer.

Grinning, Nowaki replied, "Hiro-san, that was another birthday gift for you. That was also very enjoyable for me, and it's not my birthday we're celebrating." He winked and then gave Hiroki a light smack on his naked backside before retreating into the shower. Hiroki rolled back onto his back, a smile tugging at his lips as he stared at the ceiling. He thought what a fantastic way to start his birthday celebrations, the reality of the day settling in. After a few more moments of blissful laziness, Hiroki begrudgingly got up to finish getting ready, the warmth of Nowaki's touch still lingering on his skin.

AN - I hope you enjoyed this lemony spicy goodness. Hiroki kissing Nowaki when he's asleep is very in character – Think back to the chapter when Tsumori brings home a sleeping Nowaki on his birthday and he's lying on the floor, Hiroki goes in for the kiss, which promptly wakes him up – Very cute and funny.

So this is the start to the celebrations. The literary festival starts in the next chapter.

Feedback is always welcome.

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