Usagi sighed happily, lacing his fingers into Misaki's as their plane soared towards Hawaii. "Finally on our honeymoon." He leaned back in his first class seat, sipping the champagne the flight attendant had just served them.
"Usagi-san," Misaki whispered. "I'm not old enough to be drinking this." He glanced nervously at the fizzing glass of golden liquid.
"Well, no; but even though you're underage, you're with me, and as your legal guardian now, I give you approval to drink it." He took another sip. "So it's fine."
Misaki didn't move to drink, instead whipping his head to the side to glare at Usagi. "You're my guardian now? What the hell? You're my h-husband, not my guardian."
"Until you turn twenty, technically I'm both."
"No one told me about that!" Misaki protested. Some other passengers glanced over to see what the commotion was, so he quieted down. "You tricked me," he hissed.
Usagi's eyebrows rose. "Tricked you? Ah, Misaki, that's not a very nice thing to say. Just drink your champagne like a good little boy." Misaki stuck out his lower lip, and Usagi curled his fingers, pointing his index one at Misaki's nose. "Drink, or I'll turn you over my knee and spank you in front of everyone."
"Whaaaat?" Misaki cried, then slapped his hand over his mouth to stifle himself. "I'll get you for this...one day," he vowed, taking a sip of the champagne. "Ow, it burns!"
Usagi chuckled. "That's just the bubbles. It's no different than drinking soda."
"It is different," Misaki insisted. He took another sip gingerly. "I don't think I like it." He took yet another sip. "Hmmm..."
In the end, he did like it, for he drained his glass. His first buzz made him feel pleasurable enough to lift the armrest dividing them and snuggle up against Usagi's body. "Mmm...Usagi-san...you're so warm and nice," he murmured.
Usagi raised his brows, but wrapped his arm around the boy, pulling him in close. He was sure that a sober Misaki would be mortified to be seen cuddling by the other passengers, but this Misaki didn't seem to care, so Usagi figured he'd better enjoy it while he could.
About an hour later, the captain announced that they were circling Honolulu International Airport. The flight attendants swept the aisles, collecting glasses and asking people to buckle up. Usagi pried Misaki's empty glass from his hand, and handed it and his own to the attendant. "He'll have to sit up, sir," the man advised, glancing at the way Misaki clung to Usagi.
"Ah, of course. Sorry, we're on our honeymoon," Usagi said, and the man's brows went up, though Usagi didn't see, for he was gently shaking Misaki awake. "Misaki. Wake up. We're about to land."
"Usagi-san, don't spank me," Misaki murmured, still in a haze of semi-consciousness as he sat up groggily. The flight attendant cleared his throat and hurriedly continued along the aisle.
Misaki managed to regain full consciousness as they disembarked the plane. They collected their luggage and then were met at the entrance by a limo driver holding a sign reading "USAMI." "Whoa, we get to ride there in a limo?" Misaki asked, totally impressed as they approached the sleek black vehicle.
"Ha, if I knew a limo was all it took to get you excited, I'd have hired us one a long time ago," Usagi reflected. Misaki simply blushed and got in as the driver loaded their suitcases into the trunk.
They were soon driving towards the hotel, where Usagi had booked them a palatial suite overlooking the ocean. "Uwaaaa!" Misaki cried happily, looking out at the sparkling sands from the balcony. "I want to go to the beach!"
Usagi smiled indulgently, nodding in agreement. They half unpacked their things to get to their bathing suits, and then began changing. "Mmm...I don't know if we'll make it to the beach," Usagi said, eyeing Misaki's briefly bare body before the boy pulled on his swim trunks.
"Pervert," Misaki said, but he was smiling slightly as he said it. Usagi chuckled and removed his pants, then shimmied into his own swimwear. Misaki just stared at him. "What...the hell are you wearing?!"
"Oh, you like?" Usagi turned back and forth to give Misaki a full view.
"You're not seriously wearing that out in public, right?"
"Why not? This is my bathing suit." He put his hands on his hips.
Misaki put his face in his hand, groaning. "Fine, whatever," he finally said, throwing some towels and sunscreen into a bag. "Now it's beach time!"
They rode the elevator to the ground floor and walked out through the lobby hand in hand, Misaki blushing all the way. He wasn't sure if people were staring because it was two men holding hands, or because of the tight purple Speedo Usagi was wearing. "Maybe both..." Misaki mumbled to himself. He blinked against the bright sunshine as they stepped outside.
They made their way down to the beach, where Misaki dropped their bag on the sand and ran out into the crashing waves. "Yay! The ocean!" he cried, feeling like a little kid again. He splashed about in the water, having an absolute blast.
Suddenly, strong arms enclosed him from behind. "Hmm...we've never had sex in the ocean before..." Usagi purred in his ear.
"C-cut it out!" Misaki protested as Usagi's hand groped him through his trunks. "There are kids here!"
Usagi let out an aggravated sigh, stopping his fondling. "What kind of honeymoon is this? We haven't had one bit of sex! You didn't want to join the mile high club on the plane, you wouldn't let me blow you in the limo, you turned me down in the hotel room, and now you won't have ocean sex with me..." Usagi's face took on the same glum look it always did when he was trying to guilt Misaki into something.
"Oh, no you don't," Misaki said, catching on. "Come on, let's just enjoy the beach like normal people, not like sex crazed rabbits. We can...do the honeymoon stuff when we get back to the room." He turned red up to the tips of his ears as he saw the pleased look on Usagi's face.
Back in the room, they hurried into the shower together, stripping off their bathing suits and rinsing the sand and salt off of their bodies. Usagi took hold of Misaki's chin and kissed him deeply, earning a heated moan from the boy. He smiled and trailed his tongue along Misaki's jawline, ending at his ear where he snaked it inside. Misaki cried out and trembled in pleasure, clutching desperately on to Usagi's back.
They reluctantly ended their kisses. Shower sex was enticing to Usagi, but he wanted to take his young husband fully, and for that he needed a firm bed and plenty of lube. So they exited the shower, both with very prominent erections, and toweled off.
As they headed for the bedroom, they both caught sight of a large gift basket on the table. "What's this?" Misaki wondered, approaching it and pulling the card free from the opaque black cellophane. He read it out loud. "'Dear Misaki and Usami-sensei; Please have a lot of fun on your honeymoon. Love, Aikawa.' Aw, that was nice. She sent us a gift basket," Misaki said.
Usagi narrowed his eyes, taking the card from the boy. "I don't trust it." He flipped it over, where there was a further note scrawled. "'Usami-sensei, please remember to write down all the fun you have for story ideas~' Ha!" He threw the card down on the table. "That ruthless woman."
Misaki excitedly untied the ribbon at the top. "I wonder what's inside? Fruit? Candy?" The cellophane fell away with a rustle, and both men just stared at the display. "SEX TOYS?!" Misaki screeched.
Usagi was smiling and stroking his chin. "My respect for Aikawa just went up greatly," he commented. He rummaged through the goodies. "Flavored lube; handcuffs - ooh, I like that," he said, flashing a wicked smile at Misaki. "Big dildo - we won't need that," he said dryly, tossing it onto the couch. "You have me, after all. Let's see...edible underwear? Ha! All that crap is is fruit rollup. No thanks. Self heating massage oil, a blindfold..." He cringed as the memory of the tragic blindfolded sex session with Hiroki rose up in his mind. There was no way that he wanted to be blindfolded again. But if it were Misaki wearing the blindfold...
He turned to Misaki with a sly look in his eyes, brandishing the blindfold. "What...?" Misaki asked, feeling nervous. Usagi didn't answer, instead leading him to the bedroom where they dropped their towels. Usagi turned Misaki around and tied the cloth over his eyes, obscuring his vision. "Ahh, Usagi-san, I can't see..." Misaki whined.
"That's the whole point of a blindfold," Usagi reminded him. He pushed Misaki down on the bed, but instead of immediately pouncing on him, he just stood back, admiring the slim, sexy body of his beloved.
"Wh-what?" Misaki asked, feeling very exposed and helpless. He expected Usagi to assault him with kisses and touches immediately, so this was perplexing to say the least.
Usagi watched for a few moments more, noting how Misaki's breathing seemed to speed up in reaction to the unfamiliar situation. Then he moved in...
Misaki could feel the bed dip with Usagi's weight, but he couldn't tell where the man was until he felt cool fingertips tracing his hip. They made him shiver, and not just from the temperature. Then there was a mouth at his neck, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin there. "Ahhh...Usagi-san..." Misaki moaned.
"Yes, Misaki?" Usagi breathed in his ear. Misaki trembled hard. For some reason, Usagi-san's voice sounded even sexier than usual.
"T-touch me," Misaki pleaded weakly.
"I am touching you." Usagi drummed his fingers on Misaki's flat abdomen for emphasis.
"N-not like th-that..." Misaki moaned. He pushed his hips upwards, trying to draw his husband's attention to his needy erection.
"Ah ah ah," Usagi chided him. "I'll get to that...in time." He continued to trace his fingers all over every inch of Misaki's body, avoiding the obvious erogenous zones. He wanted to draw out the game until Misaki was absolutely begging to be fucked.
Misaki felt the cool fingers sliding over his collarbone, and he longed for Usagi to lower them further and tweak his nipples. But Usagi did not, instead continuing the random pattern over his skin. "Usagi-san..." Misaki whined.
"Yes, Misaki?" Was it just his imagination, or did it sound like Usagi was smirking?
"Ah..." Misaki didn't want to have to ASK for Usagi to play with his nipples. But he didn't know how to draw his attention there.
"Is there something you want?"
Misaki just whimpered softly. He tilted his head down, trying to get Usagi to guess what he wanted.
"Oh, this?" Usagi's fingers left Misaki's body entirely, and Misaki was left trembling as he wondered what the man would do. He cried out in ecstasy as Usagi's mouth was suddenly on one nipple, sucking and biting the small pink bud into a red peak. His hand went to the other nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb until it too was teased into arousal. It felt so heavenly, because he had wanted it to happen so badly.
Usagi eventually abandoned Misaki's wet, flushed nipples, and began to place fluttering kisses all over the boy's skin. Misaki groaned in pleasure, never knowing where the next kiss would land. After only a couple of minutes, he was driven absolutely wild, thrashing about on the bed. Every inch of his skin felt like it was on fire, and he wanted Usagi's cool body pressed against it to quench the flame.
"Usagi-san! I want you!" Misaki cried out, spreading his legs wide.
Usagi groaned in pleasure, planting one last kiss on Misaki's lips before dashing out to get a bottle of pineapple flavored lube. He ripped the bottle open with his teeth, and drizzled the honey like substance directly onto Misaki's body. Misaki gasped in surprise as it landed on his abdomen, erection, and thighs.
Usagi murmured happily and lowered his head, lapping at the silky fluid. He cleaned up Misaki's stomach first, then his inner thighs, and then his mouth finally traveled to where Misaki longed for it to be. He took the boy's impossibly rigid member in his mouth and sucked it clean of the sweet liquid. Misaki groaned, feeling pent up beyond his control. "Usagi-san...n-no...I'm...ahhhh!" Lightning bursts of ultimate pleasure shot through his body as he ejaculated into Usagi's mouth.
Usagi smiled, swallowing every drop. He then picked up the bottle again, and poured some onto his hand. He slicked his aching cock down, and then slid his slippery fingers over Misaki's entrance. Misaki gasped in surprise, though his body was still limp and relaxed with satisfaction. Usagi brought his mouth to meet his fingers, licking the sweet substance from Misaki's twitching hole.
"Nyaaaa! Usagi-san!" Misaki cried, reaching down wildly and grabbing a handful of Usagi's hair. Usagi murmured softly, then inserted two fingers at the same time into Misaki's bottom. Misaki groaned deeply, spreading his legs wider in an encouraging gesture to Usagi.
Usagi could only stand a few more moments of preparing Misaki before he removed his fingers and nestled his hips between the boy's parted thighs. Misaki moaned happily, reaching up and blindly wrapping his arms around his husband. Usagi shifted his hips slightly, then nudged the head of his weeping cock inside of the boy. "Oh, god, Misaki..." he groaned in delight as his hard member pushed deep inside.
"Usagi-san..." Misaki moaned, arching his back.
"Misaki, I love you," Usagi whispered, lowering his head and kissing the boy deeply.
"I love you..." Misaki gasped back between kisses. They thrust against each other, clinging to each other's bodies and moaning in rapture. Usagi reached between them and slid his fingers up and down Misaki's reawakened member. Misaki moaned loudly in pleasure, throwing his head back as he felt another climax approaching.
"Ohhhh...Misaki...I'm so close..." Usagi groaned.
"Usagi-san!" Misaki cried, bucking his hips suddenly. He came all over both of their chests, and Usagi reached his own completion deep inside Misaki with a mighty groan of triumph.
Usagi removed Misaki's blindfold as they floated down from heaven together. "That was really neat," Misaki said, blushing and burying his face in Usagi's chest. Usagi just let out a satisfied exhale and stroked the back of Misaki's head lovingly. He had successfully made blindfold sex enjoyable again, and what a relief it was to wash away the old bad memories and replace them with this amazing experience.