Chapter 8

As the laughter from the birthday toast died down, the atmosphere in the room settled into a comfortable quiet. The soft clink of glasses and the occasional muffled sounds of the city outside filled the gaps in conversation. Hiroki leaned back in his chair, the alcohol warming his veins and making the evening feel oddly surreal. He rarely found himself in such good spirits surrounded by friends—especially with Akihiko, of all people.

Misaki fidgeted slightly, his usually reserved demeanour replaced by a newfound boldness brought on by the alcohol. He glanced at Hiroki, then back at Akihiko. "You guys are so close, it's kind of surprising," he said, his words slurring a little. "I mean… I didn't think professor…. I mean, Kamijou-san could stand you half the time."

Akihiko chuckled, swirling the wine in his glass. "Oh, Hiroki can't stand me. But that's part of the fun, isn't it, Hiroki?" He cast a teasing glance in Hiroki's direction.

Hiroki rolled his eyes. "You're insufferable."

Nowaki, ever the peacekeeper, leaned in and gently nudged Hiroki's arm with his elbow. "He's just teasing you, Hiro-san. It's all in good fun."

Hiroki grumbled something under his breath but didn't push the topic further. The warmth of Nowaki's presence was enough to quell any annoyance he might have felt. He glanced over at the younger man and noticed the soft, fond smile on his face. It made his heart feel a little lighter.

Misaki, still caught up in his thoughts, shifted in his seat again. "I don't know… it's nice, though," he mumbled. "Seeing you guys like this. It's kind of like a family, you know?"

Akihiko raised an eyebrow at that, but the smirk on his face softened just a touch. "A family, huh? That's an interesting way to put it."

Nowaki's expression brightened, and he turned to Hiroki. "I think it's nice. Don't you?"

Hiroki hesitated. He wasn't used to sentimentality, especially not from Misaki of all people. But looking around the table, at the flushed faces and easy smiles, he realised Misaki wasn't entirely wrong. There was a strange sense of belonging here, even if it wasn't conventional. With all his teasing, even Akihiko felt like someone who'd always be part of the equation, no matter how much Hiroki protested.

"I guess," Hiroki muttered, his voice begrudging but not entirely untrue. He could feel Nowaki's eyes on him, and when he glanced back, the warmth in them made him want to lean in closer.

Nowaki noticed the way Hiroki's eyes softened as they locked on his, and he smiled gently. The tender moment between them felt private, even in the company of friends. Nowaki's hand drifted slightly under the table, seeking Hiroki's. Their fingers brushed, and Hiroki, after a brief moment of hesitation, allowed Nowaki to lace their fingers together. The simple gesture made Nowaki's heart swell with affection.

Misaki blinked slowly, observing the warmth and comfort radiating from Nowaki and Hiroki. The alcohol had loosened his tongue, and his thoughts wandered freely. He stared at Hiroki and Nowaki, a goofy smile stretching across his face. "You know…" he began, his voice slightly slurred, "you two… you're so sweet together. I can't believe the Demon Kamijou is all loved up."

Hiroki's eyes snapped to Misaki, his brow twitching at the dreaded nickname. "Demon Kamijou?" He groaned. "You really are drunk."

Misaki shook his head vigorously, nearly toppling forward in his chair. "I'm not drunk!" he insisted, waving a hand in front of him as if to swat away Hiroki's accusation. "I'm just telling the truth!" He pointed an unsteady finger at Hiroki. "The students at the university, they'd never believe this! They always say, 'Professor Kamijou is so mean, he needs to get a partner.'" He paused dramatically, a grin spreading across his face. "Then they laugh and say it would take some crazy person to deal with that. They'd even joke, 'I bet if he just got laid, he'd be so much nicer!'"

Nowaki chuckled softly beside Hiroki, looking amused but not surprised. "Crazy?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow playfully as he leaned closer to Hiroki. "The only thing I'm crazy about is Hiro-san."

Hiroki groaned, burying his face in his hands for a moment at the situation unfolding before him. "I'm not mean," he grumbled, though his tone held a hint of resignation. "I'm just… strict."

"Very strict," Misaki corrected with a lopsided grin. "But if they could see you now. You've got this super nice boyfriend." He turned to Nowaki, his expression suddenly very earnest, as though he was trying to convey something of deep importance.

Nowaki, ever the patient one, smiled warmly. "No matter what the students think, as long as Hiro-san knows how much I care about him." He glanced at Hiroki, who was trying to look unaffected but had the slightest flush creeping across his cheeks.

Hiroki coughed awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable with the attention. "Okay, okay, enough of that." He waved his hand dismissively as though trying to push away the sentimentality hanging in the air. "He's rambling. He's drunk."

But Misaki wasn't finished. "No, no, no! I'm serious! You guys, all here, are like a family." He tilted his head, his eyes slightly glazed but still focused. "Kusuma-san is like… a dependable older brother. He's nice. It's nice having an older brother who cares about you." He nodded to himself as if satisfied with that conclusion, then turned to Hiroki. "And you… you're like the scary Dad in the TV dramas. Super strict and intimidating, but deep down… you care about everyone so much."

Akihiko, who had been quietly observing the conversation with a faint smirk, finally chimed in. "So where do I fit into this family of yours, Misaki?"

Misaki blinked, his expression suddenly thoughtful as he considered the question. Then, with no hesitation, he grinned mischievously and said, "You're the creepy uncle. The one who can't keep his hands to himself!"

Akihiko threw his head back, laughing in surprise. "The creepy uncle? Really, Misaki?"

Hiroki couldn't help but snort, covering his mouth with his hand as if trying to hide his amusement. Even Nowaki chuckled, though he tried to keep a straight face.

Misaki, undeterred by their reactions, nodded firmly. "Yup! You're always touching me, grabbing me, doing… weird things when you think no one's looking." His voice trailed off into a fit of giggles, and he slumped forward, resting his head in his hands on the table.

Akihiko leaned back in his chair, looking completely unbothered. "Well, I can't deny that part. But it's because I love you."

Misaki peeked up from his arms, his cheeks flushed from both the alcohol and Akihiko's words. "Yeah, yeah, I know," he mumbled, his voice slightly muffled. "Still… creepy uncle vibes."

Nowaki smiled fondly at the exchange, his hand still resting warmly on Hiroki's. He glanced at Hiroki, then back at Misaki. "It's nice to hear that you think of us like a family, Misaki," he said softly. "I didn't have much of one growing up… so this feels special to me. To finally have people to call my own."

Misaki's head shot up at that, his eyes wide with sudden realisation. "Oh, Kusuma-san…" he said, his voice surprisingly tender. "You're like the big brother everyone wishes they had. You take care of everyone. You're awesome. I already have an older brother, but if I could have two…"

Nowaki's smile widened, and he gave a small nod of thanks. "You're pretty awesome yourself, Misaki."

Misaki blinked sleepily and then turned his head to Hiroki, squinting as if he were trying to read his face. "And Kamijou-san… deep down, you're… kind of awesome, too. Scary, but awesome. You've stayed friends with Usagi-san for all these years… so that counts for something."

Hiroki's expression softened, though he shook his head with a sigh. "You're completely wasted."

"Maybe," Misaki mumbled, his voice trailing off as he slumped back into his chair. "But I'm still right…"

Akihiko chuckled, "You are, for once." As he downed the last of his wine and stood, slightly unsteady on his feet. "Well, I suppose we've caused enough trouble, and said enough for one night. Time to let you two lovebirds continue the rest of the celebration without me."

Misaki, who had been lost within his own thoughts, snapped back to attention. "Eh? We're leaving already?" He blinked blearily at Akihiko.

"You, my dear Misaki, are about one drink away from passing out," Akihiko said, leaning down to ruffle Misaki's hair. "It's time we head to bed before you regret tomorrow morning."

Misaki pouted, but his eyes were already drooping. "Fine…"

As Akihiko helped Misaki to his feet, his smirk grew a little wicked. "Though, before we head to bed, I was thinking about ravaging you. Maybe cap off the night with a little… Misaki milk." His voice was low, almost a purr, but Misaki, too dazed by the alcohol, only caught part of it.

"A night cap would be nice," Misaki slurred, leaning heavily on Akihiko.

Hiroki, watching the scene unfold, burst out laughing. "Takahashi-san, word of warning—it's you he wants, not a nightcap."

Nowaki covered his mouth, trying not to laugh too loudly, though a chuckle escaped. "Poor Misaki," he muttered, shaking his head. "You might want to run while you can."

Misaki, finally catching on to the teasing, turned crimson, though his intoxicated state made him braver than usual. "Thanks for the warning, Kamijou-san, but I already know my backside isn't safe tonight…" His voice was more resigned than embarrassed, and he sighed dramatically, leaning further into Akihiko.

Akihiko's eyes widened in surprise at Misaki's bluntness before gleaming with amusement. "Well, at least you're finally being honest."

Misaki, now fully slouched against Akihiko, added with a slurred mumble, "Come on, you horny creepy uncle bunny… let's leave Kamijou-san to his celebrations."

Hiroki raised an eyebrow, folding his arms. "Creepy uncle bunny, huh? I like that one. Suits you."

Akihiko grinned, unbothered. "Better than demon professor, wouldn't you say?"

Hiroki rolled his eyes. "I'll take 'demon' over 'horny bunny' any day."

Nowaki, watching the playful banter, smiled warmly. "You two really are something," he commented.

Akihiko gave Hiroki a playful salute as he guided the stumbling Misaki towards the door. "Well, don't have too much fun without us."

"Believe me," Hiroki replied dryly, "the fun will start the second you two leave."

Misaki, barely coherent, and still flushed, offered a somewhat wobbly bow to both Hiroki and Nowaki. "Goodnight, Kamijou-san… Kusuma-san… Don't do anything we wouldn't do." Akihiko, smirking at his lover's unexpected directness, placed a hand on Misaki's lower back, guiding him toward the door his mind plotting. I should definitely get him drunk more often.

Hiroki chuckled softly. "That doesn't exactly narrow things down."

As the door closed behind them, Hiroki let out a sigh of relief, sinking back into his chair. "Finally," he muttered.

Nowaki turned to Hiroki with a soft smile, his hand resting on his partner's shoulder. "Well, looks like it's just us now."

Hiroki glanced up at him, his expression relaxing as he took in Nowaki's warm gaze. "Yeah… just us." The quiet settled in, and the lingering effects of the alcohol made everything feel softer, slower.

Nowaki shifted in his seat, his expression softening as he gazed at Hiroki. "I know it wasn't the original night we had planned, but… it was surprisingly good, don't you think?"

Hiroki, still feeling the lingering warmth from the evening's events, smiled faintly. He wasn't one for grand gestures, but sitting next to Nowaki, he felt an overwhelming sense of contentment. "Yes, it was," he admitted, his voice soft but genuine.

Nowaki, always so attuned to Hiroki's moods, smiled back and pulled him in closer. His warmth was comfortingand familiar. "We still have about an hour left of your birthday," he whispered, his voice playful, a mischievous glint flickering in his eyes. "Is there anything else you want to do to celebrate?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, clearly teasing but also testing the waters.

Hiroki didn't answer immediately. Instead, he let his hand glide across Nowaki's cheek, his touch tender yet deliberate. The heat between them was rising slowly, but surely. Hiroki leaned in, closing the distance between them, and pressed his lips to Nowaki's in a deep, deliberate kiss.

Nowaki responded instantly, his arms tightening around Hiroki's frame, pulling him even closer as their kiss deepened. Hiroki's hands slid up Nowaki's neck, fingers curling into his dark hair. He nibbled on Nowaki's bottom lip, then let his teeth lightly graze his lover's tongue, eliciting a soft, lustful gasp from Nowaki.

"Hiro-san," Nowaki breathed, his voice thick with desire, his blue eyes sparkling with anticipation. Hiroki smiled at the reaction he had elicited, enjoying the sight of Nowaki so captivated by him. Without a word, he placed his finger against Nowaki's lips, gently parting them. Slowly, deliberately, Hiroki slid his finger into Nowaki's mouth, his eyes locked on Nowaki's as he did so.

Nowaki bit down lightly, his eyes widening in surprise, but their excitement was unmistakable. Hiroki's gaze remained intense, never breaking contact as Nowaki's tongue began to trace the tip of his finger, sending a shiver of anticipation through Hiroki's spine. He pushed his finger further into Nowaki's mouth, watching with satisfaction as Nowaki accepted it, his breath quickening.

"There is one way I'd like to end this birthday," Hiroki murmured, his voice low and full of promise. He leaned closer, his breath hot against Nowaki's ear. "But we can't do that here…"

Nowaki's pulse quickened at Hiroki's words, the mischievous glint now entirely replaced by something darker, more intense. "Then let's not waste time," he replied softly, his voice full of anticipation. He stood, helping Hiroki to his feet, and they both knew exactly where this night was heading.

As they stumbled drunkenly toward the lifts, their hands never left each other. Hiroki's fingers dug into Nowaki's shirt, tugging him closer, while Nowaki's arm circled around Hiroki's waist, pulling him tight. They giggled like teenagers, caught in the rush of the moment, their affection drawing curious glances from the other patrons of the hotel. Hiroki didn't care, and neither did Nowaki—the world outside them had shrunk to just the two of them.

When the lift doors slid open, Hiroki wasted no time, almost shoving Nowaki inside before yanking him down into another fierce, heated kiss. Nowaki barely had a moment to catch his breath before their lips crashed together again, and he silently thanked whatever gods were responsible for making sure the lift was empty. As the doors closed, the heat between them intensified, their hands roving over each other's bodies, exploring familiar territory with a renewed hunger.

The lift signalled their arrival at the floor with a soft chime, though it hardly registered over the heavy breathing and the sound of their kisses. Nowaki grabbed Hiroki's hand, and together, they nearly ran down the hallway toward their room, laughing breathlessly as their excitement built. Nowaki fumbled in his pocket for the key, cursing under his breath as Hiroki leaned into him, teasingly running his hand in circles over his backside, his lips brushing against Nowaki's neck.

"Come on…" Nowaki muttered, trying to focus, but Hiroki's touch made it nearly impossible. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he managed to unlock the door, and they both stumbled inside, slamming the door shut behind them.

The moment the door was closed, they were on each other again, their lips colliding in a passionate frenzy as their hands tugged at clothing, shirts falling to the floor in a haphazard trail. Shoes were kicked off with little care, and before long, they were left in nothing but their underwear, the heat of their bodies pressed together as they made their way to the bed.

They fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, their kisses growing more urgent, more demanding. Nowaki's hands travelled up Hiroki's back, his fingers tracing the curves of his lean physique, while Hiroki's hands slid lower, teasing the waistband of Nowaki's boxers. Hiroki's breath hitched as Nowaki's lips found his neck, his kisses sending sparks down Hiroki's spine.

"Nowaki…" Hiroki breathed, his voice heavy with lust and affection. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into Nowaki's eyes; the intensity of their shared desire reflected back at him. He pressed his forehead against Nowaki's, their breath mingling in the space between them.

Nowaki smiled, his hands never stopping their gentle exploration of Hiroki's body. "Anything you want, Hiro-san… It's your birthday, after all," he whispered, his tone soft but full of promise.

Taking this as his cue, Hiroki gently pulled down Nowaki's boxer shorts, tossing them aside along with his own. The sight before him was enough to make his heart race as he was treated with the delightful sight of Nowakis' rigid erection standing before him. He licked his lips before taking the organ in his mouth, returning the gift Nowaki had given him earlier that morning.

As he began to kiss and caress, Nowaki's breath hitched, and he let out a soft moan, the sound of Hiroki's name slipping from his lips with a mix of pleasure and need. Nowaki's fingers tangled in Hiroki's hair, guiding him deeper with a gentle but insistent touch.

After a moment, Hiroki pulled back slightly, sitting up, regaining his breath. He continued his touch, but this time with his hands, moving them slowly and deliberately. However, his eyes were focused, directing Nowaki with a quiet command. "Nowaki, get the lube," he said, his tone more assertive than usual, influenced by the heady mix of alcohol and desire. He pointed toward the bedside drawer.

Nowaki, his chest rising and falling rapidly, nodded. "Ahh, Hiro-san... Stop for a second. I can't reach. You are still holding on." He made a soft, reluctant sound as Hiroki released him, allowing Nowaki to stretch and open the drawer.

"Got it!" Nowaki said, his voice a bit breathless but triumphant as he retrieved the lube and quickly opened the lid. The intimate tension between them was palpable, charged with an eagerness neither could deny.

"Perfect," Hiroki murmured, his voice laced with anticipation. He shifted, moving to straddle Nowaki's chest, his back to Nowaki's head. As he settled, he could feel the warmth of Nowaki's breath against his bare ass.

With a playful but determined smile, Hiroki began to stroke Nowaki with a gentle yet insistent rhythm. "Come on, Nowaki, it's my birthday," he said softly, his tone full of yearning. "I want to feel good too."

"Of course, Hiro-san," Nowaki replied, his voice tender and full of affection. He responded immediately, reaching for the lube with practised ease.

Nowaki drizzled a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, the cool liquid sending a refreshing shiver through him, heightening the anticipation in the room. With a deliberate, sensual movement, he guided Hiroki's hips closer to his face, his touch both tender and commanding. His breath, warm and tantalising, brushed against Hiroki's skin, sending waves of excitement through his body.

Nowaki's fingers danced with a teasing precision, tracing gentle, swirling patterns around Hiroki's entrance. Each caress was calculated to elicit a gasp of pleasure, Hiroki's moans growing louder with every stroke. As he felt Hiroki's body respond eagerly, Nowaki replaced his fingers with his tongue, lavishing Hiroki with a slow, deliberate exploration that ignited a fire of pure, unrestrained passion.

"Fuck Nowaki! That feels good." Hiroki moaned, not stopping his movements on Nowaki's cock.

Nowaki's tongue had worked its magic, leaving Hiroki trembling with anticipation. He then returned with his fingers that moved with deliberate intent, sliding in with a deep, exploring touch. He began with one finger, the sensation causing Hiroki to gasp and writhe with pleasure, but it wasn't long before Nowaki added a second, stretching and teasing with a skilled, rhythmic motion. Each thrust and curl of his fingers drove Hiroki to the brink of madness, his moans growing louder and more desperate as the alcohol intensified his vulnerability.

"Nowaki, I need you!" Hiroki cried out, his voice raw with need and urgency. "Stop teasing me and fuck me!" His words were a passionate plea, his body arching and pressing towards Nowaki with an almost frantic desire.

Following Hiroki's fervent plea, Nowaki pulled his fingers away, his touch lingering for a moment before he sat up, reaching for the lube with a determined urgency. At the same time, Hiroki shifted, releasing himself from Nowaki's chest and settling onto his back. He grabbed a pillow and slipped it behind his head, his body tense with anticipation.

Nowaki's eyes never left Hiroki's as he coated his erection with the lube, his gaze a mix of adoration and desire. "You're so incredibly sexy, Hiro-san," he whispered, his voice thick with longing. The heat between them was almost palpable as he positioned himself above Hiroki. He teased Hiroki's entrance with the tip of his cock, his breath quickening as he felt Hiroki's body shiver in response.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Nowaki eased himself inside Hiroki, their shared moans intertwining in a symphony of pleasure. The sensation of being enveloped by Hiroki's tight, warm heat was intoxicating, and Nowaki's movements were tender yet fervent. He began with a steady rhythm, each thrust a careful balance of passion and care, hitting Hiroki's pleasure spots with perfect precision. As he built up the pace, their bodies moved in a synchronised dance of desire, each motion a testament to their deep, emotional connection.

"Nowaki..." Hiroki groaned, his voice thick with pleasure as Nowaki's large, warm hands gripped his cock with a delicious intensity. "Hiro-san... it feels so good..." Nowaki panted, pushing himself deeper into Hiroki with every thrust. The sensation of Hiroki's body enveloping him was nothing short of euphoric, and Nowaki's movements were driven by a fervent desire to make Hiroki feel as incredible as he did. His angled thrusts were perfectly synchronised with the gentle, insistent rub of his hands on Hiroki's cock; each touch an intimate caress that heightened their connection.

"Does it feel good for you?" Nowaki whispered, his breath hot and filled with urgency.

"Oh, yes!" Hiroki admitted breathlessly, his head tilting back as waves of pleasure coursed through him. His moans were a testament to the incredible sensations building inside him, the anticipation of an impending climax almost overwhelming. "Oh, God, Nowaki..." he gasped, his voice trembling with need. "I think I'm gonna..."

"Oh, Hiro-san, you're so amazing," Nowaki murmured, his eyes locked on Hiroki's flushed face, the sight of his arousal stirring a deep, affectionate longing within him.

"Nowaki..." Hiroki whined, his body quaking as Nowaki's hand moved with a desperate, rhythmic intensity. The pleasure surged uncontrollably, and Hiroki's climax hit with a powerful release, thin ribbons of ivory spilling over his stomach.

"Hiro-san..." Nowaki exhaled, his breath ragged, as he continued to thrust inside Hiroki, each movement amplifying the throbbing pulse of their shared ecstasy. The sensation of Hiroki's trembling, post-orgasmic body was a powerful stimulant, pushing Nowaki closer to his own release.

"Hiro-san..." Nowaki moaned, his voice a strained whisper. "I'm..."

"Nowaki!" Hiroki cried out, his need and love crashing into a fierce kiss as he pulled Nowaki down to him. The intensity of their kiss mirrored the explosive climax that followed, Nowaki's release filling Hiroki completely.

"Oh, Hiro-san, I love you..." Nowaki sighed, collapsing beside his lover, their bodies intertwined in a tangled mess of limbs and shared breaths, their post-orgasmic bliss a testament to the profound, unspoken bond they cherished.

AN: Sweet Lord! What an evening! Drunk Misaki, Creepy Uncles and Birthday sex!… Writing Misaki saying whatever thought came into his head was so much fun, and I loved adding in the reactions of the others.

Also writing such a direct Hiroki was so much fun aswell. Got to love a power bottom, and a man that knows what he wants and goes for it! 69! 69! 69! Also the cheeky finger in the mouth and the eye contact… someone get me a fan!

So I need to go and cool down… I hope you enjoyed this chapter. We got a bold Misaki and an even bolder Hiroki.

I wonder what the morning shall bring?

Feedback is always welcomed!

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