Chapter 15
They awoke the next morning feeling relaxed and refreshed, the soft glow of sunlight seeping through the curtains, casting a warm hue over the room. For once, there was no rush—no looming deadlines, no errands to run. The world outside could wait. In the quiet bubble of their bedroom, it was just them.
Hiroki sat propped up against the pillows, a book perched lazily in his hands. One of his many purchases from their weekend outing, it had caught his attention, though not enough to fully pull him away from the peaceful scene beside him. Nowaki was curled up next to him, his head resting in Hiroki's lap, his eyes gazing off across the room, his body relaxed as if he belonged there and nowhere else. His soft, steady breathing was the only sound in the room, save for the occasional flip of a page as Hiroki thumbed through the book absentmindedly.
Without really thinking about it, Hiroki's fingers found their way into Nowaki's hair, lightly tracing through the dark strands. Nowaki didn't move, savouring the feeling, unwilling to do anything that might cause Hiroki to stop. He closed his eyes, his face serene, like a puppy content in its owner's lap.
Hiroki's gaze lingered, suddenly catching sight of Nowaki's bare chest, the morning light playing across his toned torso. Hiroki swallowed, his eyes drifting lower, taking in the sight of Nowaki's broad shoulders, his long legs, and those strong, toned thighs. Nowaki was entirely at ease, oblivious to the way Hiroki's gaze kept straying back to him. His mouth felt dry, and he was keenly aware of the heat rising in his chest. He tried to disguise his glances, using the book as a makeshift shield, but his attention was undeniably fixated on Nowaki.
Nowaki, meanwhile, was enjoying Hiroki's fingers through his hair so much that he leaned into the touch, his eyes drifting shut as he relaxed under Hiroki's gentle strokes. "I could get used to this," Nowaki sighed, his voice soft, eyes still closed as he rolled over slightly, shifting to face Hiroki.
Hiroki blinked, briefly snapped out of his reverie. "Huh? What was that?" he asked, his gaze dropping down to Nowaki.
"I said, I could get used to this," Nowaki repeated, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "And keep playing with my hair. It feels nice."
Hiroki raised an eyebrow, glancing over the edge of the book, but the corners of his mouth lifted in amusement. He couldn't help but smile at Nowaki's request, finding it both endearing and typical of him. He chuckled softly at Nowaki's wish, his fingers weaving gently through the soft strands of hair. He pretended to go back to his book, though his mind had wandered far from the printed page. A quiet morning with Nowaki was a rare luxury, and he found himself savouring it more than he expected. The warmth of the sun filtering through the curtains and the rhythmic rise and fall of Nowaki's breath against his leg made everything feel perfect, at least in this small moment.
"You're acting spoiled," Hiroki teased, though his voice carried no malice, only affection.
Nowaki chuckled, nuzzling his face deeper into Hiroki's lap. "I only act this way because you let me."
Hiroki smirked but didn't argue, knowing that it was true. With Nowaki, he allowed himself to be softer and more vulnerable, in his own way. It was a side of him that he rarely showed, even to himself.
"Are you planning on doing anything today?" Hiroki asked, flipping a page in his book, though he hadn't read a word.
Nowaki pondered Hiroki's question, his mind lingering on the thought of their day ahead. He knew they'd be heading home soon, and Hiroki had a faculty meeting to attend in the evening. The weekend, this perfect little bubble they had created for themselves, would soon come to an end. But Nowaki didn't want to think about that, not yet. Instead, he gave the only answer that felt right in this moment.
"I only plan to spend as much time as possible with you," he said softly, nuzzling a little closer.
Not fully realising the weight of his words, Hiroki replied casually, "Surely you've had enough of me by now."
It was meant to be playful, but the moment the words left his lips, Nowaki shot up, his face filled with concern. His large, gentle eyes stared directly at Hiroki, making him feel like he'd just said something terribly wrong.
"Hiro-san, don't talk about yourself like that," Nowaki said firmly, his voice filled with genuine care. "If I could spend every minute of every day with you, it still wouldn't be enough."
The words hung in the air, warm and sincere, making Hiroki's chest tighten in an unfamiliar but comforting way. Nowaki's earnest expression didn't falter, waiting for a reaction. When none came quick enough, Nowaki raised his eyebrows, his look almost pleading, trying to coax something out of Hiroki.
"Okay, okay," Hiroki muttered, trying to brush off the overwhelming feeling creeping into his heart, though ignoring the affection radiating from Nowaki was impossible.
"I mean it, Hiro-san," Nowaki said as he flopped back down, this time wrapping his arms securely around Hiroki's waist. He sighed, resting his head against him once more. "I wish we could stay here all day."
Hiroki glanced down at the man clinging to him, this overgrown, affectionate and loveable man, and he couldn't help but smile. Nowaki, always so full of love, had a way of making everything feel lighter, softer.
"We can't stay here all day," Hiroki said in his usual matter-of-fact tone, though it lacked any real conviction. "We need to get up. Have breakfast. Check out."
"I know," Nowaki replied, his grip tightening around Hiroki's waist as if to physically prevent him from moving. "But let's stay like this for just five more minutes. Who knows when we'll get another lazy morning like this together?"
Nowaki's voice was soft, almost pleading, and Hiroki could feel the warmth of his breath against him. There was a vulnerability in his words, a longing for more time—more of this simple, quiet happiness they rarely shared. Hiroki knew Nowaki was right. Mornings like these were a rare treasure, and though he hated to admit it, he was enjoying this far more than he ever thought he would.
Hiroki sighed softly, allowing himself to relax back against the headboard, his hand resting on Nowaki's arm, which was draped tightly around his waist. He could feel the warmth of Nowaki's body against him, and it was comforting in a way he couldn't quite put into words. Despite his usual inclination to keep to schedules and routines, there was something undeniably calming about indulging in this rare moment of stillness.
"You always find a way to get what you want, don't you?" Hiroki muttered, a playful edge to his voice.
Nowaki chuckled, his head resting against Hiroki's side. "Well, I got you," he teased. "Besides, it's not like you're in a rush either. Admit it, Hiro-san, you like this too."
Hiroki rolled his eyes but didn't argue. Instead, he absentmindedly brushed his fingers through Nowaki's hair again, earning a contented hum in response. There was no point in denying it—he did like this. Maybe more than he was willing to admit aloud.
They stayed like that for a few more minutes, neither saying much, just enjoying the quiet intimacy. The sunlight continued to filter into the room, casting long shadows on the floor as the morning ticked by. It was almost too easy to lose track of time when they were like this, and for once, Hiroki didn't mind.
Finally, with a reluctant sigh, Hiroki broke the silence. "Alright, we really do have to get up," he said, though his voice was not urgent. He made a half-hearted attempt to sit up, but Nowaki tightened his grip, pulling him back down.
"Nope. Not yet," Nowaki said, his voice soft but firm. "You promised five more minutes."
Hiroki raised an eyebrow. "It's been more than five minutes."
"Details," Nowaki replied, nuzzling his face into Hiroki's side. "Let's just stay like this a little longer. I'll even take you out for a late breakfast or early lunch, if we miss the hotel breakfast."
Hiroki couldn't help but laugh at the bribery. "Take me out, huh? You really are trying to spoil me."
"Always, just like you spoil me," Nowaki said with a grin, tilting his head up to look at Hiroki. His eyes were bright, full of warmth and affection, and it made Hiroki's heart skip a beat.
Hiroki sighed again, more resigned this time. "Fine. Five more minutes."
Nowaki beamed at him, tightening his hold once more as if to make sure Hiroki wouldn't change his mind. Hiroki, for his part, allowed himself to sink back into the comfort of their bed, his hand still gently stroking through Nowaki's hair. He knew this moment wouldn't last forever, but for now, he was content to let time slip away, just a little longer. And in the back of his mind, a small part of him couldn't help but think—maybe five more minutes wouldn't be enough either.
Eventually, the promise of "just five more minutes," stretched into ten, and then fifteen and then twenty. The morning was slipping by, and Hiroki knew they had to get moving, even if a part of him wanted to stay wrapped up in this comfortable cocoon forever. But the rational side of his mind—the one that kept him organised and on schedule—finally won out. He took a deep breath and gently nudged Nowaki.
"Alright, Nowaki. If we don't get up now, we'll miss breakfast entirely," Hiroki said, though there was a lingering softness in his tone that suggested he wasn't really annoyed.
Nowaki didn't respond, he had gone unusually quiet. Hiroki noticed the change, peeking over his book with a look of concern.
"What's the matter?" he asked softly.
Nowaki's eyes opened, his cheeks flushed as he stammered, "N... nothing, Hiro-san." But the blush spreading across Nowaki's face betrayed him. He squeezed Hiroki a little tighter. "But we could just lie in a little longer. Who needs breakfast anyway?" His voice was muffled against Hiroki's side, almost burying his face soas not to be seen.
Not convinced in the least, Hiroki put down his book and looked at Nowaki directly, studying his expression. That's when he noticed the undeniable evidence of Nowaki's thoughts—a sizeable erection now evident. Hiroki's initial surprise melted into a smirk.
"Well, do you care to explain why you're... sporting that this morning?" Hiroki's voice was teasing but laced with desire, his gaze drifting down again.
Nowaki's face turned crimson, and he looked away, unable to meet Hiroki's eyes. "I'm sorry, Hiro-san," he murmured, "it just... it just felt so nice with you playing with my hair, and then my mind started to wander..." He trailed off, his voice barely above a whisper.
Hiroki leaned in closer, catching Nowaki's chin between his fingers to make him look up. "You're sorry, are you?" His voice was low, almost animalistic, as he licked his lips. "No need to be sorry. I'd like to know—what were you imagining?"
Nowaki's eyes widened, his shyness catching him off guard, his usual confidence momentarily evaporating. Seeing him like this, so uncharacteristically flustered, only heightened Hiroki's interest.
"Well," Nowaki began, his face bright red, "you were playing with my hair... then you touched my ears, stroking and... nibbling at them... and then my chest." He hesitated, looking down. "I love it when you touch my chest..."
Hiroki's smirk deepened, his gaze never wavering. "Playing with your chest," he mused, voice teasing. "And then?"
Nowaki took a deep breath, his voice almost a whisper. "Then... you moved down, never losing contact with my skin and... gave me… gave me a blow job."
Hiroki chuckled, pleased with Nowaki's openness. "What an active imagination you have, Nowaki," he teased, savouring the heat between them. "You should have gone into creative writing—you paint a beautiful picture."
As Nowaki's eyes darted nervously to Hiroki, Hiroki gently ran his fingers through Nowaki's hair again, brushing it back and massaging his scalp in the process, then tracing along the back of his neck and down to his ears, brushing over them in a way that made Nowaki shiver.
Hiroki leaned close, his breath warm against Nowaki's ear as he whispered, "Well, you did promise me breakfast, and you look awfully delicious right now."
Nowaki froze for a moment, his cheeks flushing a deeper red, before Hiroki gave him a light nudge. "Sit up," Hiroki murmured, his tone firm but teasing. Obediently, Nowaki shifted, sitting up on the bed, as he turned to face Hiroki. His wide, surprised eyes met Hiroki's, and he could see the mix of awe and desire swirling within them.
"H-Hiro-san…" Nowaki stammered, his voice breathless as Hiroki's gaze bore into him. Hiroki didn't reply immediately. Instead, he took the opportunity to reposition himself, placing a hand firmly on Nowaki's chest to guide him back down.
"Don't look at me like that," Hiroki said with a smirk, though his own flushed expression betrayed him. "I might start thinking you're the one seducing me."
Nowaki's breath hitched, his pulse racing as Hiroki leaned closer once more, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Nowaki shuddered, overcome by Hiroki's words and how he boldly uttered them. The sensations Hiroki's touch stirred in him were electrifying, filling every inch of his skin with anticipation.
Hiroki's hand lingered on Nowaki's chest, the warmth of his palm sending jolts of energy through Nowaki's body. Slowly, deliberately, Hiroki's fingers began to glide across the firm planes of Nowaki's chest, his touch light but purposeful, trailing a path that left Nowaki trembling beneath him.
"Hiro-san…" Nowaki whispered again, his voice barely audible, thick with longing.
Hiroki didn't respond with words. Instead, he leaned in, his movements deliberate yet unhurried, closing the small distance between them. His lips met Nowaki's in a kiss that was soft yet filled with unmistakable passion, a kiss that stole Nowaki's breath and silenced the fluttering thoughts in his mind.
As the kiss deepened, Hiroki's free hand slid up, tangling in Nowaki's dark hair. He grabbed a handful firmly, tilting Nowaki's head just enough to claim the kiss more fully, his dominance subtle but undeniable, as he surrendered to the fiery tenderness of the kiss.
Hiroki pulled back slightly, his lips hovering over Nowaki's, their breaths mingling in the space between them. "You're too easy, Nowaki," Hiroki murmured, though his voice lacked any real sharpness, softened instead by the affection that shone in his eyes.
Nowaki gazed up at him, completely captivated. "It's because it's you," he admitted, his honesty raw and unguarded.
The confession sent a wave of heat through Hiroki, making him falter for the briefest moment before his lips quirked into a small smile. "Idiot," he muttered, but the word carried none of its usual bite as he leaned in once more, his hand still tangled in Nowaki's hair.
His lips moved from his mouth, leaving a trail of warm, slow kisses, before teasingly nibbling on his earlobe. Nowaki tilted his head to the side, biting his lip as he gave Hiroki full access, revelling in the pleasure radiating through his body.
Hiroki continued down, his lips pressing along Nowaki's collarbone, leaving a faint mark here and there until he reached Nowaki's chest, taking his time to trace his fingers over each inch of skin. He paused, his breath grazing Nowaki's nipple as he looked up, amusement flickering in his eyes. "You like it when I play with your chest?" he asked, knowing the answer.
Nowaki's breath caught as Hiroki's warm mouth closed over his skin, and he could barely nod in response. His breaths grew shallow as Hiroki kissed his nipple, his lips moving to suck lightly, flicking it with his tongue until it stood firm beneath his touch. A low, languid moan slipped from Nowaki's lips, filling the quiet room as Hiroki gave a gentle, teasing nip with his teeth.
Hiroki's smirk widened at the sound, clearly enjoying Nowaki's vocal responses. He moved to the other side, lavishing it with the same attention, drawing out even more soft sounds of pleasure. "H-Hiro-san…" Nowaki's voice was breathless, unable to form more than that as his daydream came to life before him, every part of his skin hypersensitive to Hiroki's touch.
Hiroki's lips began their slow descent, leaving a line of kisses down Nowaki's torso, his lips lingering against his toned stomach as he worked his way lower, stopping only when he reached the base of Nowaki's length, now fully hard and glistening at the tip. Looking up through his lashes, Hiroki was greeted with the sight of Nowaki, completely undone, an arm thrown over his forehead, his chest rising and falling with unsteady breaths.
"What came next in this little fantasy of yours?" Hiroki asked, feigning innocence as his fingers traced gentle lines up and down Nowaki's thigh, barely touching him.
"Hiro-san…" Nowaki breathed out, a quiet plea in his voice as his hips bucked slightly, his need too intense to hold back.
Taking pity on him, Hiroki finally leaned in, allowing his lips to press a gentle kiss against the sensitive tip. He let his tongue flicker against it, tasting the warmth, and in one swift motion, took Nowaki's length into his mouth, drawing out a low, wanton moan that filled the room. Nowaki's hand instinctively moved to Hiroki's hair, fingers tangling in it as Hiroki took him deeper, slowly, savouring every inch.
Their breaths synchronised, Hiroki relished in Nowaki's reactions, taking his time to explore, to draw out each sound until Nowaki was left utterly breathless, drowning in pleasure that felt like it would never end. Hiroki's movements grew bolder yet stayed slow and deliberate, savouring every reaction he drew from Nowaki. His mouth moved over Nowaki's length in a rhythm that was as patient as it was intense, and every so often, he would let his tongue trace deliberate, teasing circles along the sensitive skin. Each touch made Nowaki's whole body shiver, leaving him struggling to hold back moans that seemed to spill out despite his best efforts.
Hiroki glanced up now and then, catching sight of Nowaki's flushed face and half-lidded gaze, his hand still tangled in Hiroki's hair, each gentle tug only spurring him on. Nowaki's vulnerability—the way he looked at Hiroki, completely open and trusting—made Hiroki's heart beat faster, and he found himself wanting to give him everything he could, to leave him breathless and completely undone.
As Hiroki worked him closer and closer to his peak, his hands moved to Nowaki's hips, steadying him and guiding him. Nowaki's breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his hand trembling slightly as it rested on Hiroki's shoulder. His head was tipped back, his lips parted, completely given over to the pleasure coursing through him.
"Hiro-san," Nowaki gasped, his voice a mixture of desperation and adoration as if saying Hiroki's name alone could convey everything he felt. His hands moved to Hiroki's cheeks, his thumbs tracing gentle circles there, pulling him closer as if Hiroki might disappear if he didn't hold on tightly enough.
Hiroki pulled back, his lips curling into a soft smile as he pressed a tender kiss against Nowaki's hip, his eyes meeting Nowaki's with a look so full of warmth that it felt like an unspoken promise. He let his hand drift up to trace Nowaki's chest, fingertips brushing against his nipple, his touch grounding him. "I'm here," he murmured, his voice quiet but full of reassurance.
Nowaki's gaze softened, his eyes never leaving Hiroki's as he let out a shaky breath. He leaned down, his lips finding Hiroki's, and the kiss they shared was slow, filled with everything they couldn't quite put into words. There was a sweetness in the way Nowaki's hand cradled Hiroki's face, a gentleness that told him just how much he was cherished.
Hiroki could feel the steady beat of Nowaki's heart, and it was like the world faded away, leaving just the two of them wrapped up in each other. When he pulled back, he took a moment to admire Nowaki's expression—the soft flush of his cheeks, the dazed look in his eyes, the way his lips parted, still lingering with the memory of their kiss.
He resumed, this time moving with a tenderness that was almost reverent, letting his hands roam Nowaki's body as if memorising every line and curve. His mouth found its way back down, his movements growing more passionate as Nowaki's quiet, breathless sounds guided him, each one a testament to how deeply they trusted each other.
As Nowaki's breaths grew erratic, Hiroki held him close, murmuring soft words of encouragement, grounding him through each wave of pleasure. As Nowaki finally gave in, his body tensed, trembling in pleasure; he could feel every emotion in the way Nowaki clung to him, his head pressed against his arm as he came undone.
They stayed like that for a while afterward, wrapped up in each other's arms, the quiet aftermath filled only with their softened breaths and the warmth that lingered between them. Hiroki's hand continued to trace gentle patterns along Nowaki's back, his fingers grazing over his shoulder in slow circles.
Nowaki looked up at Hiroki, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and gratitude, his gaze warm and adoring. He pressed a soft kiss to Hiroki's cheek, a silent thank you for this tender, stolen moment. And as they settled back into the quiet embrace, Hiroki playing with his hair again, the world outside faded away once more, leaving only the comfort of each other's presence, a bond that felt deeper and more certain than ever.
AN: Sorry for the delay in updating! I caught a nasty virus that's been making the rounds. While I'm feeling much better now, the lingering cough is stubbornly hanging around—such a joy. Writing was the last thing on my mind while I was under the weather, but I'm back and ready to dive in!
Now, onto one of my favourite couples! I couldn't resist writing Nowaki being his adorable self, which led to the scene of him clinging to Hiroki in bed. What started as a light, fluffy chapter took an unexpected turn when my imagination ran wild. Initially, there wasn't going to be a blowjob, but the idea of a naked, long-limbed Nowaki sprawled across Hiroki's lap and nothing happening just didn't sit right. Then Hiroki's almost-seme instincts kicked in, and, well, I couldn't help myself.
I absolutely love flipping the script with the "bottom" taking charge—it's such a fun twist! Who knows, I might even have Hiroki top someday. It's a bit self-indulgent, but hey, that's half the fun of writing, right?
I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Let me know your thoughts—feedback is always welcome.
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