Chapter 10
After eating breakfast, Hiroki and Nowaki sat at the table, both still in their underwear, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere. As they finished their food, Hiroki couldn't help but steal glances at Nowaki's bare torso, his eyes lingering on the lean yet toned muscles that flexed subtly with each movement. Nowaki, oblivious to the attention, focused on his food. Hiroki, however, cleared his throat, trying to sound casual.
"You know, Nowaki," Hiroki began, "I noticed you covered yourself earlier when Akihiko came in."
Nowaki paused, about to take another sip of his coffee, blushing slightly at the memory. "I...well..." he stammered, unsure of how to respond.
"There was no need to do that," Hiroki continued, his tone absent-minded but sincere. "You've got a great body; you should show it off more often." Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, "But, not too often… just… you know, be proud. You're in much better shape than Akihiko, who smokes like a chimney and lives at a desk."
Nowaki's cheeks reddened even more at the unexpected compliment, and then he smirked, glancing over at Hiroki with amusement. "So, you like what you see, Hiro-san?" he teased, gesturing to his chest.
Hiroki's face flushed a deep red, and instead of responding, he nodded his head before quickly taking a large gulp of his second mug of coffee, hoping to distract himself.
Nowaki, however, was beaming at the subtle confession, clearly delighted. "You know, Hiro-san," he said, raising an eyebrow mischievously, "why don't you take a closer look?" He pushed back his chair, his eyes twinkling with playful intent.
Hiroki swallowed hard, placing his now-empty mug on the table, his gaze never leaving Nowaki. The taller man stood up, walked around the table, and gently took Hiroki's hand. Without another word, Nowaki led him toward the bathroom.
"Uh, Nowaki, where are you taking me?" Hiroki asked, a hint of hesitation in his voice as they approached the shower.
"You can only see a thing's true beauty once it's clean and polished," Nowaki replied, turning on the water. "So why don't we help each other get clean… and polished?" he added, flashing Hiroki a grin. "This shower is plenty big enough for the two of us."
Usually, Hiroki would refuse such a suggestion, but something about this weekend—about Nowaki's teasing smile—made him want to go along with it. He returned the smile, his initial resistance fading. Without hesitation, Hiroki started to peel off Nowaki's oversized t-shirt from his own body. Nowaki, surprised by Hiroki's eagerness, blinked. "I didn't think that would actually work," he mumbled to himself.
"Get undressed before I change my mind," Hiroki shot back, though there was no real bite to his words.
They both stepped into the large, walk-in shower, the warm water cascading over them, quickly soaking their skin. The bathroom filled with steam, creating a cocoon of warmth and intimacy. As the water flowed down their bodies, Nowaki leaned down, pressing a soft peck on Hiroki's lips, a playful smile tugging at his mouth.
"Here," Nowaki said, passing the body wash and a washcloth to Hiroki, his eyes full of tenderness.
Hiroki took it with a roll of his eyes, but didn't bother to comment. He knew Nowaki's sentimental streak well, and while it sometimes made him cringe, it also warmed something deep inside him. He poured a generous amount of body wash onto the washcloth, lathering it up before gently rubbing it across Nowaki's broad chest, watching as the soap suds formed and trickled down his toned stomach.
Nowaki let out a soft, contented sigh as Hiroki worked the cloth over his skin, but the peace was broken when Hiroki reached up and scrubbed at his armpit. Nowaki burst into laughter, the sound filling the steamy air. He squirmed, trying to pull away, but Hiroki only grinned and kept scrubbing.
"H-Hiro-san!" Nowaki giggled, his body shaking with laughter. He was always ticklish there, and Hiroki knew it.
"I forgot how much I like the sound of your laugh," Hiroki muttered, though the corners of his mouth lifted as he moved to the other armpit, drawing out more of Nowaki's giggles.
When Hiroki was finished, Nowaki quickly grabbed his face, cupping it gently in his large hands, and placed another light kiss on his shower-wet lips. It was a gesture full of affection, and despite Hiroki's usual gruff demeanour, he leaned into it, savouring the brief touch.
Nowaki turned around, presenting his back. "Your turn to wash my back," he said, his tone teasing.
"You're getting cheeky," Hiroki muttered, though he didn't resist. He lathered up the washcloth again and started scrubbing at Nowaki's neck, working his way down over the firm muscles of his back. He let his hands linger on Nowaki's lower back, watching as the water made the suds glide down his skin. When he reached Nowaki's bottom, Hiroki scrubbed lightly before giving it a gentle squeeze and then, without warning, a light smack.
Nowaki jumped slightly, his head snapping around in mock outrage. "H-Hiro-san!" he exclaimed, but his voice had no real annoyance.
Hiroki just smirked. "Don't act like you didn't deserve it."
Nowaki chuckled, the sound rich and warm, before he turned back around, grabbing the washcloth from Hiroki. "Right, my turn." He added more body wash to the cloth, his hands moving slowly as he began to rub it over Hiroki's neck and shoulders, massaging the tight muscles as he worked.
A quiet hum of contentment escaped Hiroki's lips, his eyes closing as Nowaki worked his way down. The gentle touch and the warm water made it hard for him to maintain his usual prickly attitude. He enjoyed this—being cared for in such a simple, intimate way.
Nowaki smiled at the sound of Hiroki's pleasure, taking his time as he moved the washcloth down Hiroki's back, tracing every curve, every line. He savoured the sight of Hiroki's body, knowing every inch so well but always appreciating it as if it were the first time. When he reached Hiroki's bottom, he circled each cheek with the washcloth, teasingly light in his touch before he grabbed one with his hand.
Leaning down, he whispered in Hiroki's ear, his voice low and filled with playful intent, "This is payback."
Hiroki stiffened slightly as Nowaki began to massage his bum with his hand, the firm grip sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He was surprised by the sensation but didn't protest, his lips parting in a quiet gasp as the feeling spread through his body.
Nowaki smirked, enjoying Hiroki's reaction. He pushed the washcloth between Hiroki's thighs, rubbing it in slow, circular motions. Hiroki's breath hitched, and instinctively, he parted his legs even further, giving Nowaki more access.
"You like that, Hiro-san?" Nowaki teased, his lips brushing against Hiroki's ear as he spoke, his tone dripping with mischief.
Hiroki, his face flushed and heart pounding, gritted his teeth, trying not to give Nowaki the satisfaction of a response. But the way his body melted into Nowaki's touch betrayed him, and Nowaki knew precisely how much Hiroki was enjoying it.
Nowaki leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss just behind Hiroki's ear, his voice barely a whisper now. "I could do this all day, you know."
Hiroki let out a soft groan, half in frustration and half in surrender. "You're such a tease…" he muttered, but his words had no heat—just a quiet, undeniable want that lingered between them.
Nowaki's teasing hands continued to explore Hiroki's body, the slow, deliberate movements stirring a mix of frustration and desire deep within him. Hiroki felt every touch, every caress heightened by the slick heat of the water cascading over them, turning the shower into a world where only the two of them existed.
"Nowaki…" Hiroki's voice was low, almost a growl, as Nowaki's hands moved back up, tracing the curve of his waist and brushing tantalisingly over his skin. He tried to keep his composure, but his body betrayed him, arching instinctively into Nowaki's touch.
"Hmm?" Nowaki murmured against Hiroki's ear, his lips brushing lightly against the sensitive skin just behind it, sending shivers down his spine.
"You're doing this on purpose," Hiroki said, his breath coming a little quicker now, eyes half-lidded as he turned his head slightly to glimpse Nowaki's mischievous smile.
Nowaki chuckled, a deep, rich sound that reverberated through Hiroki's body. "Maybe," he whispered, his lips grazing the back of Hiroki's neck before trailing soft, teasing kisses along his shoulder. "But you seem to be enjoying it."
Hiroki bit back a moan as Nowaki's hands moved lower again, this time more deliberate, more confident till he reached Hiroki's hardened cock and began stroking it gently. His touch ignited a heat in Hiroki that made the warm water feel almost cool in comparison. He pressed his back against Nowaki's chest, letting himself lean into the solid warmth of his lover.
"Damn you, Nowaki," Hiroki muttered, but there was no real anger in his voice—only the rising tide of desire that was becoming impossible to hide.
Nowaki smiled, his lips brushing lightly against Hiroki's ear as he whispered, "I love the way you say my name when you're like this."
Hiroki's eyes fluttered shut, his breathing growing heavier as Nowaki's hands continued their slow, torturous exploration. Every touch, every caress, felt like a promise of something more, and Hiroki could feel himself surrendering to the moment, letting go of the last remnants of his resistance.
"Turn around," Nowaki whispered, his voice low and full of intent.
Hiroki, heart pounding, obeyed, turning in Nowaki's arms until they were face to face. Nowaki's eyes were dark with desire, and Hiroki felt his own pulse quicken in response. For a moment, they simply stood there, the sound of the water and their ragged breaths the only sounds in the steamy room.
Then, without warning, Nowaki's lips were on his—hungry, urgent, claiming. Hiroki responded in kind, his hands tangling in Nowaki's wet hair as he pressed their bodies together. The kiss was hot, filled with need, and it wasn't long before their hands were roaming each other's bodies, desperate for more contact.
Nowaki's hands slid down to Hiroki's erection and grabbed it and his own in his large hands, gripping them tightly as he backed Hiroki up against the cool tiles of the shower wall. The contrast between the cold tiles and the heat of their bodies sent a shudder through Hiroki, but the sensation only fuelled the fire building between them.
"Nowaki…" Hiroki's voice was a breathless whisper as Nowaki's lips moved down his neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin, leaving a fire trail in their wake. Hiroki's hands gripped Nowaki's broad shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as his body ached for more.
Nowaki's large hands tightened around both of their erections, his touch sending a jolt of pleasure through Hiroki's body as he stroked them both with a firm, slow rhythm. Hiroki gasped, his back arching against the cold tiles, the heat between them intensifying with every touch, every movement.
Nowaki's lips never stopped their assault on Hiroki's neck, kissing, nipping, and licking the sensitive skin as his hands worked below, skillfully bringing them both closer to the edge. The sensation of their slick, hard lengths sliding against each other in Nowaki's grasp made Hiroki's head spin, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
"Nowaki..." Hiroki groaned, his voice hoarse and needy. He could barely keep himself upright, his legs trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over him. Every touch felt electric, each stroke making his entire body quiver with anticipation. He buried his hands in Nowaki's wet hair, pulling him closer as he kissed him again, hard and desperate.
The kiss was messy, their mouths moving against each other as their breathing grew heavier. Nowaki moaned into Hiroki's mouth, the sound vibrating through Hiroki's chest and making him ache even more. He could feel Nowaki's grip tighten around them both, the pressure sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.
The steam from the shower swirled around them, mixing with the heat radiating from their skin as Nowaki's hands moved faster, more insistently. Hiroki could feel the tension coiling in his lower abdomen, building with each movement. His mind was a haze of desire, and all he could focus on was Nowaki—his touch, his scent, the way their bodies moved together.
"God... Nowaki..." Hiroki panted, his voice shaky as he pressed his forehead against Nowaki's shoulder. His body was trembling, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through him. He could feel Nowaki's heart pounding against his chest, the sound of their shared breaths filling the small space around them.
Nowaki's free hand slid around to grip Hiroki's waist, pulling him even closer, their bodies flush against one another. The friction between them sent sparks of pleasure through Hiroki, and he bit his lip, trying to suppress the moans that threatened to escape him.
But Nowaki wasn't having any of that.
"Don't hold back," Nowaki whispered, his voice low and thick with desire. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Hiroki's ear. "I want to hear you."
Hiroki couldn't hold back anymore. The sound of Nowaki's voice, the feel of his strong hands working them both, was too much. He moaned, loudly this time, his body arching as Nowaki's hand sped up, the slick heat of their skin sliding together driving him closer and closer to the brink.
Nowaki groaned softly, his own breathing becoming more erratic as he pressed his forehead against Hiroki's, their lips barely an inch apart. "Hiro-san... you're incredible," he murmured, his hand still working between them, stroking them both with increasing urgency.
The pressure inside Hiroki built, rising higher and higher until he felt like he was going to explode. His legs were shaking, his heart pounding in his chest, and his entire body felt like it was on fire. He gripped Nowaki's shoulders tightly, his nails digging into his skin as he clung to him, trying to ground himself in the overwhelming pleasure that was consuming him.
Then, with one final, desperate stroke, the coil inside Hiroki snapped. His body tensed, his back arching as the pleasure hit him like a tidal wave. A loud moan tore from his throat as he came, the intense release making him tremble in Nowaki's arms.
Nowaki wasn't far behind. The sight and sound of Hiroki's release, combined with the feeling of their bodies pressed so tightly together, sent him over the edge. He groaned deeply, his hand still gripping them both as his own climax followed, hot and intense.
For a moment, they were both lost in the blissful aftermath, their bodies shaking and their breaths coming in heavy, ragged gasps. The water continued to pour over them, cooling their overheated skin as they clung to each other, neither willing to let go just yet.
As the last waves of pleasure subsided, Nowaki loosened his grip slightly, his lips finding Hiroki's again in a softer, more languid kiss. Hiroki responded, their mouths moving together in a slow, sensual rhythm, savouring the lingering closeness between them.
As they came down from the high, their bodies still pressed together, Hiroki rested his head against Nowaki's shoulder. The sound of their breathing slowly returned to normal, mingling with the steady patter of the water.
Nowaki's arms tightened around him, pulling him even closer, and Hiroki allowed himself to relax, feeling safe and content in the warmth of Nowaki's embrace.
"I love you, Hiro-san," Nowaki whispered softly, his voice filled with affection and tenderness.
Hiroki didn't respond right away, but his fingers gently traced patterns on Nowaki's back as they stood there, the water washing over them. Finally, he lifted his head and kissed Nowaki gently on the lips again.
"Yeah, and me to" Hiroki muttered, though the warmth in his eyes said everything he couldn't put into words.
By the time they emerged from the shower, both refreshed, squeaky clean and still high on the afterglow from the intimacy they had shared, they were in such good spirits that any complaints were far from their minds. The entire morning had unfolded like a dream—relaxed, indulgent, and blissfully connected.
AN: I couldn't resist adding in a shower moment – This wasn't in my original plan, but here it is. Nowaki and Hiroki can't resist each other this weekend, or at all, so I hope you've enjoyed all these spicy chapters.
As always, feedback and comments are welcome.
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