The next morning, Usagi was up bright and early, looking cheerful. He refrained from smoking at the breakfast table, as Misaki silently served him his meal. "Ah, chocolate chip pancakes...what did I do to deserve this special breakfast?" He winked at the boy as he spoke.
Misaki sniffed and turned away to get the juice. "Nothing. I just decided to make them, is all." He let the air from the inside of the refrigerator cool his rising blush. In truth, he had made them because he was feeling affectionate towards Usagi-san...but he didn't him to know that.
"Hmmm...well, anyway," Usagi said musingly, digging into his food. Misaki sat down next to him and quietly ate as well. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy what they had done; he was just feeling embarrassed and confused about it. He supposed this really meant that he was gay...there was no getting around it or denying it now. Still, he was struggling with the fact.
Misaki was in the library for his usual Wednesday afternoon study group when a red uniformed man came in carrying a rather extravagant bouquet of roses. Misaki looked up, wondering what librarian was the lucky recipient. He then froze and blanched as the delivery man caught sight of him and changed direction, approaching him. Misaki's study partners murmured as the arrangement was handed to Misaki. "There must be some mistake," Misaki stuttered, trying to thrust the flowers back.
The deliveryman insisted there was no mistake, even showing Misaki his picture on the invoice. "Said to deliver it here and find you by this photo. Enjoy," he said, and departed. Misaki was left clutching the bouquet tightly, afraid to look up at his friends.
One of the guys snatched at the card, laughing as he evaded Misaki to open it. "Some girl got a crush on you? Okay, here we go," he said as he opened the card and began to read it. "_Thank you for last night. It was very special. I'm glad I could be your first._ Woo hoo! Aw man, she sent you flowers for deflowering you? You doing an older woman?"
Misaki was too embarrassed to speak as another friend leaned in to peer at the signature on the card. "Usami...Akihiko..." All eyes turned on Misaki's crimson face. "Dude...that famous writer guy you live with? Is this a joke?"
The first guy spoke up. "Whoa...did you fuck him?"
Misaki didn't respond; just grabbed his books and dashed off...only to return to snatch up the bouquet, and then run off again. His friends stared after him, openmouthed.
He arrived at home seething. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" he fumed at Usagi, who was sitting drinking a glass of wine and smoking.
Usagi just looked up with an innocent expression on his face. "Oh, you got my flowers," he said, glancing at the bouquet Misaki was clutching with a shaking hand.
"Yeah, I got them! I got them all right!" Misaki shouted, his voice rising steadily in pitch. "I got them in front of my friends! Who read the card and think I'm a freak!" He laid the flowers aside and held his aching head. "I'll never be able to face them again," he bemoaned.
He didn't realize that Usagi had stood up and approached him. "Relax," Usagi whispered in his ear as he draped his arms around the boy's neck. "You should be honored. They're probably all just jealous that you had your virginity taken by the famous Usami Akihiko."
Misaki squirmed a little in Usagi's arms, but eventually gave into the comforting warm feeling and pressed his face into his chest. "You're full of yourself, you know that?" he mumbled. He tilted his head up to look at Usagi. "And how do you know I was a virgin, huh?"
Usagi just smiled and winked. "Oh, I know. The way you whimpered for me gave it away."
"Just full of yourself!" Misaki cried, trying to push him away with his hands. Usagi wasn't having it, and held him close, nuzzling his nose into the boy's tousled brown locks.
"Oh, you smell so good, Misaki. I love holding you," he whispered, and Misaki ceased his struggle, murmuring softly as he enjoyed the feeling of Usagi-san's face in his hair. "Let's go to bed," Usagi said in a raspy voice, and Misaki pulled away slightly.
"We haven't even had dinner yet! L-L-Let me cook you something..." he protested, but Usagi railroaded right over him, dragging him into the depths of his bedroom. Misaki glanced at all the teddy bears and toys with apprehension, then was caught unaware as Usagi pushed him down on the king size bed, knocking most of them off.
"Oh, I can't wait to take you in my own bed," Usagi purred, licking at Misaki's neck as his fingers diligently worked to remove his clothing.
"W-Wait..." Misaki stuttered, gasping for breath. He was being swept away, and felt powerless to stop it. Not that he really wanted to stop it, but he felt some sort of obligation to his ego to not let it be that easy for Usagi. His further protests were smothered by Usagi's mouth, which kissed his lips hungrily. Misaki hummed into his mouth as Usagi ran a fingertip up his already erect length.
Usagi broke away from the kiss to speak. "Ah...your mouth says 'wait,' but this says 'go,'" he teased, making Misaki blush.
"I can't help it," he murmured, and Usagi gave a wicked grin.
"Oh, I know you can't help it. I turn you on too much," he said, and Misaki started to argue, but cut short in a gasp as Usagi slid his body down, taking his hardness into his mouth. Usagi rolled his tongue leisurely around the head, making Misaki groan and lift his hips stiffly off the bed. "Mmm, so delicious," Usagi whispered quickly, then resumed sucking, taking even more into his mouth.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God..." Misaki mumbled incoherently.
"Yes, I know I'm your god," Usagi teased, then ran his tongue from the base to tip.
"S-so full of y-y-yourself..." Misaki stuttered. He grabbed at the sheets and gave an enraptured moan as Usagi bobbed his head up and down on his length. "Oh, U...Usagi-san...if you...keep doing that...I'm going to..." Usagi just responded by bobbing his head faster. "Shit! I can't - oh God!" Misaki screamed, then trembled violently as he released onto Usagi's wet, warm tongue. Usagi pulled lightly to get out every last drop, and then pulled his body to lay next to Misaki. He ran his fingertips over the boy's chest, pausing to feel his pounding heart.
"And now..." he murmured, reaching down and stroking at his own unsatisfied erection suggestively.
Misaki stiffened up a bit. "I can't...I mean...I'm kind of sore...you know, down there," he said, ending in a dramatic whisper that made Usagi chuckle.
"We don't have to do that...you can just...return the favor," he hinted. Misaki gaped for a moment, then blushed.
"I don't know how...I've never..." he mumbled, squirming.
"Oh, you're so adorable," Usagi breathed, getting up on his knees as he spoke. "You don't have to know how. I'll teach you," he purred, and Misaki slowly rose up in front of him.
"I'll try, but..." he whispered, staring in awe at Usagi's impressive cock.
"Mmm," Usagi murmured, taking the boy by the shoulder and pulling him in closer. Misaki hesitated, then reached out and stroked Usagi's length tentatively. Usagi groaned with pleasure, and Misaki stroked a little faster.
"Does it feel good?" he asked breathlessly.
"Oh, yes...it'll feel even better when you put that pretty little mouth on it," he urged, and with a blush, Misaki leaned in and licked at the very tip. Usagi growled happily, and Misaki murmured quietly.
"It tastes salty," he whispered, then took the head in his mouth. Usagi gritted his teeth and let out an anguished exhale, for having the boy pleasuring him was more fantastic than he had imagined. Being able to look down and see Misaki's flushed face below his waist; watching those perfect little lips get stretched around his girth; seeing that tiny pink tongue lapping out and trying so hard to please him...it was so wonderful.
Usagi thrust his hips into Misaki's mouth gently, not wanting to overwhelm and gag him. He reached down and tangled his fingers in Misaki's hair. "That's it..." he encouraged the boy. "Just like that. Now, suck me harder. Harder. Oh, yes...that's perfect! Mmm...just like that." He groaned in pleasure for a few minutes as Misaki experimented with different speeds and styles. "Oh, Misaki...you're so wonderful. Oh yes...I'm close. I'm so close. I'm going to come in your mouth...oh God...oh Misaki!" he cried, and then he was pulsing out gloriously into that perfect little mouth.
Misaki received the rush of fluid with a muffled squeak, and swallowed out of surprise. Afterwards, he wiped his lips in a bashful manner and laid down next to a panting Usagi, mashing his face into his shoulder to hide. Usagi clucked his tongue and forced the boy to look at him. "Don't be embarrassed," he whispered. "You were absolutely wonderful."
Misaki blushed, but continued to gaze at the older man. "Really?" he murmured.
"Oh, yes..." Usagi sighed, letting his head fall back. Misaki snuggled in closer. "Sleep in my bed with me tonight," Usagi said.
"Oh! Um...okay..." Misaki said, giving in far more quickly than Usagi had expected. "But first...let's have some dinner, okay?"
"Of course," Usagi chuckled, and the two redressed and went back out into the living room, where Misaki prepared eggplant curry. They ate in silence for the most part; not out of feeling uncomfortable, but rather out of the acute ease that comes from post coital bliss between lovers.
Misaki cleaned up the dishes, then worked on his homework as Usagi slyly began a new boys love novel based on the fun they had had. As time wore, on, Misaki put away his books and went up to his room, preparing for bed. Usagi waited in anticipation, wondering if Misaki would really come and sleep in his bed or not.
But he did, stepping shyly into the master bedroom in his pajamas just a few minutes later. Usagi had already changed for bed, and smiled welcomingly to the boy. Misaki noticed that the stuffed animals had all been moved away, and were reposing on chairs and shelves in other parts of the room. The bed was now bare, and Usagi patted it encouragingly.
"You better not snore," Misaki huffed, and Usagi smiled as the boy's usual demeanor returned.
"Oh, of course not," he assured him. He walked over to the largest stuffed animal, and much to Misaki's surprise, bent at the waist and gave it a loving kiss on its button nose. "Good night, Suzuki-san," he whispered. "Sorry you have to sleep on the chair, but I have a new friend to cuddle on." He straightened up and turned to Misaki, smiling.
"Weirdo," Misaki muttered, stepping forward to get in bed.
"Wait," Usagi commanded him. "You'd better come say good night to Suzuki-san, and apologize for taking his place."
Misaki groaned, but realized Usagi was serious, and approached the large teddy bear. He took it by the paw, shaking it formally. "Good night, Suzuki-san," he said, trying not to laugh. "I'm sorry I stole your bed buddy." He turned to Usagi. "Is that good?"
"Oh, that was nice," Usagi said, and then they got into the bed. Misaki slid under the sheets, feeling nervous, and Usagi clicked out the lamp and shimmied closer to him, pulling him in tightly and spooning him. He ground his hips into the boy's back, causing him to protest.
"Hey, wait! You do that to Suzuki-san?"
"No, of course not," Usagi murmured, kissing the back of Misaki's neck. "But Suzuki-san isn't as sexy as you."
"I should hope not," Misaki snorted, then gasped as Usagi slid his hand down the front of his pajama pants. "What the? You're...you're insatiable!"
"Yep," Usagi breathed, kissing Misaki's neck more fervently. "You're so lovely...I can't get enough of you." He stroked rapidly at the boy, making him harden under his touch in mere seconds. Tugging the waist of his pants down, he continued to squeeze Misaki's hardness.
"Unnhhh...stop..." Misaki groaned.
"Really? You want me to stop this?" he breathed in Misaki's ear, rolling his thumb over the wetness at the tip.
"Mmm...no..." Misaki admitted, giving in to the pleasure. He moaned desperately, thrusting his hips forward.
"You call me insatiable, but you seem to want it just as much," Usagi teased him.
"Shut up..." Misaki gasped, and Usagi just chuckled and stroked faster. "Oh! Oh, Usagi-san...like that..." Misaki whispered.
"Like this?" Usagi replicated the motions.
"Ohhh...yes..." Misaki moaned. "I think...oh God, I'm gonna come..." Usagi bristled pleasurably upon hearing that, stroking Misaki with an even firmer hand. Misaki cried out and then spilled onto Usagi's fingers.
Usagi murmured happily and drew his hand away, licking it clean. "Delicious," he whispered. He urged Misaki to turn in his arms to face him, then kissed him sweetly.
"Ew, you taste like...me," Misaki said, making a sour face as he pulled his face away.
"But you're so sweet tasting," Usagi insisted, then took one of Misaki's hands and guided it below his waist to his erection. "Touch me," he begged breathlessly.
"Okay..." Misaki said, touching Usagi's cock with a light hand though his boxers. Usagi tugged them down, and encouraged Misaki to stroke him more firmly.
"Yes...like that. Do it how you would do to yourself..." he urged him. "Oh, yes..." he groaned as Misaki complied, pumping him at a steady pace. "God, Misaki, you turn me on so much...I can't get enough of you..." He caught Misaki's lips in a kiss once more, and they kissed deeply as Misaki continued to stroke him steadily. "Unh...I need to fuck you again..." Usagi groaned, his hardness aching with desire.
"I can't!" Misaki yelped. "It..." His protests faded out as Usagi rapidly flipped him on his back, tugged his pajamas down, and slipped his tongue between the boy's firm ass cheeks. Misaki groaned in rapture as he experienced a new level of pleasure. "Usagi-san...oh God, it feels so good," he moaned as Usagi teased and pleasured him with his wet tongue. Usagi smiled to himself and brought a finger up to his mouth, slipping it inside without warning. "Ah!" Misaki cried, but quickly adjusted. Usagi took the opportunity to push his second finger in, a move that Misaki only protested with a slight whimper into the pillow.
"See, I think you can take me again," Usagi whispered, and then pulled away slightly to get some lubrication. After slicking his length down, he nudged it up against the boy's tight little hole. "Oh...Misaki...I need you..." he groaned, and then pushed the tip in. Misaki cried out in anguish as he was penetrated, but it soon faded into ecstasy as Usagi made his way deeper into the boy and began to press against his pleasure spot.
"Usagi-san..." Misaki whispered, turning his cheek onto the cool smoothness of the pillow. "It feels so good..."
Usagi moaned joyfully. He loved hearing Misaki's words of pleasure and desire. He eased himself in to the hilt, and then thrust carefully into the boy. He didn't want to hurt him, so he resolved to take it easy and try to come as quickly as possible to prevent any pain to Misaki. Fortunately, he was close to the brink already from being touched, and he was soon gasping in ecstasy. "Misaki..." he groaned, then spilled out inside of the boy.
"Usagi-san..." Misaki murmured back. They stayed together for a moment, breathing hard, and then they broke apart. Usagi cleaned up his young lover lovingly, and then they redressed and resumed their spoon position.
"You're so lovely," Usagi whispered, his face in Misaki's hair. They fell asleep happily.