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In These Sheets

Junjou Romantica (Egoist couple): Hiroki and Nowaki spend some time in the sheets - PWP

Rated: MA Language: English Words: 2,009 Genre: Romance Characters: Hiroki K. & Nowaki K. Chapters: 1 Published: 28th May 2013 Status: Complete 

In case you are wondering, this is PWP (I wanted to get down and dirty, no need for the dinner, let’s get straight to dessert)

My life was missing some Hiroki and Nowaki action, so I decided to write some myself. Rated MA (Don’t report, I want to keep my account).

So here is some Egoist lemon, smut pie :)  

I hope you like it, thank you.

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In These Sheets 

“Hiro-san…” Nowaki moaned his physical state in heightened bliss.

He was sat at the edge of their double bed stark naked, his warm skin pressed against the cool bed linen, with a beautiful, half clothed brunet man kneeling before him.

His silky mouth encircled on the raven haired man’s erection; his senses were being over whelmed and his mind getting emptied at the warm and wet heaven that was his Hiro-san’s mouth. An expert tongue travelled up and down the doctors’ shaft paying special consideration to the sensitive skin at the tip, and a hand was ever so capably massaging his balls. 

Nowaki groaned when he felt Hiroki’s hand grab his length and started pumping it vigorously. Nowaki was finding himself almost breathless, he was close. He hadn’t experience this sensation in weeks, and this oral contact was sending his body into a frenzy. “Hiro-san, I’m close -” he whined.

Hiroki murmured with his mouth full and sucked for all he was worth; trying to pleasure his lover. He traced his fingers over the doctor’s inner thighs, causing a slight squirm, then gripped tightly and bobbed his head enthusiastically.

The professor cast a glance up at him, his light brown orbs shaded by his long lashes. His eyes locked on the younger man who was finding himself being stirred in completely new ways.

A thin layer of sweat covered his body, his Adam’s apple bobbing with every intake of breath and swallowing of salvia, and the structure of his jaw getting more and more profound with every roll and nod of the head.

Nowaki could barely stand it he was going to - “Hiro-san - Unngghh…” Nowaki groaned, as spurts of essence erupted from his man-hood, and down the back of Hiro-san’s throat. He grunted in pleasure as he watched him swallow every last drop. He laid back on their bed heavily panting in the epitome of his afterglow, the rugged rise and fall of his stomach, and the softening of his member. He shut his eyes momentarily marvelling at the creation that was his Hiro-san.

He felt the bed sink next to him, as the weight of a second person was added to the mattress’ springs. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his Hiro-san lie down on his back, an exact copy of his pose, except he had his boxer shorts on that sported a rather evident erection. “Oh, Hiro-san, that was amazing.” He breathed, as he rolled on his side to awkwardly hold his lover in his arms. “You are amazing.” “Whatever you say, Nowaki.” He grunted in response, only half listening to what was being said. However Nowaki felt his older lover warm to his touch, and was soon snuggled at his side, his back resting on his chest.

With this time of silent contemplation between both men, the younger let his hands wander aimlessly over his lover’s body.

He started at the ear lobe, flicking it slightly; he then followed the path from the pressure point behind the ear, down the jawline to his chin. He then made his way down the professor’s neck, gliding over his Adam’s apple, down the slight ditch before the collar bones, then down his lean chest, diverting to encircle one of his rose bud nipples.

“Nowaki.” The brunet gasped the shock in his voice apparent.

Nowaki just hummed in response as he continued his journey, over the lean stomach, and down to waist band of his boxer shorts. He toyed with this aimlessly for a few seconds, wanting to provoke a reaction out of his irritable lover.

He got what he wanted when he heard a throaty purr escape the elder’s lips.

He let his hand wander over the thin cotton that was Hiroki’s boxer shorts, and he soon encountered the gift that was waiting there. Following his previous task he allowed one finger to delicately wander over the man’s erection, causing a slight twitch in the hips.

“Ungh…” The brunet hummed again.

Nowaki was enjoying tonight, and he wanted to thank his Hiro-san for the wonderful blowjob he had received, so he slowly placed his hand on top of his erection and began to fondle it gently.

Hiroki felt one of the giants hands take hold of his hard on through his underwear, and began to stroke it. He was already pent up from watching Nowaki in his time of bliss, from the works of his mouth, and the skill of his tongue. He wanted him urgently; his body was feeling ever so lonely. The continuous motion of Nowaki’s large hands was sending Hiroki closer, and closer to the edge. “Nowaki… please.” He moaned. Nowaki grinned at his lover plea, and knelt above the squirming man removing his hands from his body. The brunet’s eyes shot open in protest at the loss of contact, and were then startled to see the younger knelt above him, in all his naked glory, like a tribal warrior in the sun.

He exhaled.

In response to his lovers’ actions, Nowaki hooked his hands over the hem of Hiroki’s boxer shorts and began slowly sliding them down his lean legs, never breaking contact. He was going to tease his Hiro-san for all he was worth, until he will be practically begging for it. “Oh my…” The professor gulped, as he felt his underwear lose contact with his skin.

Nowaki leant down and consumed Hiroki’s unsuspecting lips to which the horny professor found himself relax into and being carried away by sensation of his lover’s oral explorations, and he found himself warming under the man’s control.

Lost in the moment Hiroki reached up and entwined his fingers in the raven mass that was his hair, pulling him down deeper, wanting more of his Nowaki filling his mind, his body, and his soul. He wanted him so much, too much.

Nowaki released gasping for air, pleased with his lover’s sudden eagerness, and he was going to take full advantage of it.

Passion filled cinnamon eyes, stared back up at him. This was too much for Nowaki; he leant down once more and caressed the man on the lips, and began leaving a trail a heated kisses down his lovers aroused body.

With nothing left covering him, the throbbing erection that the professor was sporting was highly apparent, already leaking at the tip.

But Nowaki being the tease he is ignored this and carried on his trail of feverish kisses down the side of his pelvis and the inner of his thighs. Hiroki melted to the touch of his lover. He mouth was so close, yet so far. His toes curled and back arched, to the increasing state of arousal he was finding himself in.

He needed Nowaki even more.

Hiroki’s horny side was out ruling his usual rational side; he could feel himself slipping away even more to the slightest touch of Nowaki’s flesh. “Nowaki, please,” He begged.

“You want me Hiro-san?” He chided, his breath tickling his neither regions. “Yes.” He moaned in response, far too quickly for his liking. “Where do want me?” Nowaki whispered, the arousal layering his voice.

“Ung… you know…” Hiroki exhaled, Nowaki raised an eyebrow in response. Hiroki groaned. “All over, I want you all over me...”

That was all the direction he needed, as he pushed in for a dominating kiss, invading his mouth with the velvet heat of his tongue.

He let his right hand wander down, and grasp the leaking length in his hands and began to gently stroking it. This caused a startled grumble to escape the professor’s mouth ending their oral explorations.

“Is that what you want Hiro-san?” Nowaki teased. “Oh yes! More... unghhh!” Hiroki melted.

To aroused to ask more questions he leant down and captured the leaking organ in his mouth, and began pleasuring his little lover. He carefully sucked on the end for a while then teasingly rolled his tongue, making him want it more, making his Hiro-san wish for all of his mouth. 

Hiroki was almost reduced helpless, his steel facade, broken with the simple contact from Nowaki, and the electric charge of each tender touch, all of these had already brought the older man, closer to the edge, and he had barely even touched him yet.

Nowaki was pleasuring for all he was worth, slowly devouring Hiroki for all he was able. With each stroke and bob of the tongue, the more vocal his lover got. He could tell he was close, he knew it wouldn’t be long now.

Wanting to taste more of his lover, he began pleasuring more and more. Nowaki gently placed one hand under the professor’s sack and begin applying pressure to that place just below his ass. 

Knowing his lover so well, he knew this would cause a reaction, and it is then Hiroki experiences the full force that is the Doctor’s mouth can give, sucking harder and harder, faster and faster, tongue swirling.

That was all he could take.

Hiroki finally let go and came, full force, spraying down his throat, filling his mouth with his hot juices, and evidence of his love. Nowaki kept his lips around the brunet as he gave it all to him. He swallowed it all, only the slightest bit escaping the raven haired lips as he gently pulled away from his little lover. 

Hiroki just lay there panting; his body in too much shock to comprehend any rational speaking, and thought. What had just happened? “Fuck.” He breathed. “What was that Hiro-san? I didn’t hear.” Nowaki spoke softly as repositioned himself next to his astounded lover, sitting rather than lying down. “I am a man of many words, but now… but now I am speechless.” He replied his voice steadying. Nowaki looked down to the brunet’s dazed face, one of many expressions he found so adorably cute. His hand moved down and lovingly caressed his lover’s unsuspecting face, causing two russet orbs to look startlingly up at him. A contented smile formed on his face, as he took in the beautiful sight before him. “What are you staring at?” Hiroki barked, blushing, not used to Nowaki’s eyes staring so openly at his naked body. “Somebody who is amazing; and very ~ cu… handsome.” He replied, the words rolling off his tongue. “Idiot.” He retorted as he playfully tapped him on the arm and sat up, “You are such a sap.”  “A sap that doesn’t lie,” Nowaki smiled unfased as he leant in this time for another kiss, catching his smaller lover off guard pushing him back down on the bed. “Ready to go again Hiro-san?” “Give me fifteen minutes, and I’m all yours.” He growled back before wrapping his arms around Nowaki and lowering him closer to his body, capturing their lips together. ----------------------------------------------------------------- AN: hum… what to put here. If you liked, you can tell me, if you didn’t you can tell me… but you can tell me. If you were expecting full man sex then I am sorry, but I found writing this so tricky, who is where, where they sitting, where they are looking, what their hands are doing etc. Constructive criticism is welcome, along with all thoughts and comments :) here on on FF.net 

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Home - Chapter 1

Junjou Romantica

Rated: T 

Language: English

Genre: Romance/Friendship

Characters: Hiroki K. & Nowaki K.

Chapters: 2

Published: 11-08-12

Status: Complete 

Is it possible for home to be person and not a place? - Hiroki and Nowaki tell us their reasons. Two-shot. 

Revelation - Hiroki

Is it possible for home to be person and not a place?

No four walls could compare to the safety that is Nowak's arms. Hiroki would never admit it out loud, but the sense of home when being embraced by those arms, compares to no other.

Whether the embrace is from the front, where his head is buried in the raven haired mans chest, or from behind, and the younger's head is rested on his shoulder, he loved them all, from whatever angle. He felt safe in those arms. Often the case was that he would find himself wriggling away, before he registered what was happening. But Nowaki understood him, this was his initial reaction to contact of any kind, and soon he would mellow.

Hiroki was glad of this.

He was glad he was understood by the man standing before him, that even the smallest of things could be communicated without words. He was glad that every barrier and wall built was easily knocked down by this man, and he was left exposed to love. He was glad that this was the man he loved, and that he loved him back.

He thought he would never experience that sensation.

The one of love.

To love.

To be loved.

And to share that love, in any way, shape or form.

Nowaki completed him, and no one could compare to the man he thought he thought he wasn't worthy of. His home.

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Home - Chapter 2

Junjou Romantica

Rated: T 

Language: English

Genre: Romance/Friendship

Characters: Hiroki K. & Nowaki K.

Chapters: 2

Published: 11-08-12

Status: Complete 

Is it possible for home to be person and not a place? - Hiroki and Nowaki tell us their reasons. Two-shot.

Revelation - Nowaki

Is it possible for home to be person and not a place?

Nowaki always seemed to find himself gravitating towards his Hiro-san. The scowling, short tempered, and irritable brunet man standing before him was his everything, the centre of his world, the reason for his existence.

Without that man he wouldn't be where he is today. He owes everything to the professor; he would do anything, give up everything, and give it him all to him. His world, his love, his heart.

Nowaki never thought he was distained to a life for this.

A life much greater than he could ever imagine.

He like many other children in the orphanage dreamt of being adopted, living with a caring family, getting married, getting a job, and starting their own lives. But being with Hiro-san was so much better than all of that. He was all of it, and much more. Sharing his life with, what some might say, a devil of a man, is the most wonderful part of his being.

The flaring tempers, the abundance of knowledge, the sense of humour, the bravado act he can see through, the blush that creeps onto his face, the smile he tries to fight away, the sound of his laughter, the determination, the devoted mindset, his respect, the way he clings to him in his sleep, the way he says no when he means yes, the way he looks in jeans, the way he looks in a suit, the way he looks - naked.

Hiroki is: perfect.

But most of all, better than any of that, is someone who would listen, and deep down wants to spend time with an idiot like himself.

Someone to love.

Someone to admire.

Someone to dream with.

No one can compare to his Hiro-san. His home.

I really wanted to write, and I then saw the quote "Is it possible for home to be person and not a place?",and this happened. This is nothing spectacular, or spent ages labouring over. It just happened, a happy accident. Serendipity. I just really wanted to create some Egoist love. I can smell the cheese a mile off, but oh well. I haven't written in ages. Some pointless fluff, if it classes as fluff.

I hoped you liked this random, surge of creativity I had. Drop a comment if you want to.

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A Soapy Encounter

Junjou Romantica

Rated: M

Language: English

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Characters: Nowaki K. & Hiroki K.

Words: 2,316

Published: 07-03-12

Status: Complete

Summary: Late one night, in the midst of exam season Nowaki and Hiroki end up with a soapy encounter. Rated M for language.

Here is something I have been working on, just a short-ish one off chapter of pointless Egoist admiration. I love these two, so I wanted to write something fluffy for them. I apologise for the title, it was last minute but I got the main bit of text finished: Somehow. Anyway, volia.

Enjoy. Or not.

A Soapy Encounter

"Hiro-san?" Nowaki whispered a hint of apprehension in his voice.

He was sat at the dining room table marking in near enough total darkness, as usual; his dress shirt rolled up, tie loosened, and glasses perched on his nose. He looked up slowly, silently placing his red pen on the table. His cinnamon eyes plagued with tiredness stared across at the younger man; the worst he had seen the man in a while. They shocked him, and at the same time they troubled him. His stare was lifeless.

They looked into each other's eyes for an uncountable amount of time, until Hiroki broke the contact and stared down at the cold wooden floor. A tired sigh escaped his lips.

"Yes?" he replied.

The professor's week had been an incredibly long one. Exam season was rapidly approaching and he was physically drained. The amount of students that had come to the office panic stricken had increased. They were all asking for extra help, marking for exam preparation, re-grading of improved papers, lists of notable resources, and anything else that was deemed possible had appeared at the office door, and with his luck Miyagi had broken his leg and had been ordered not to work: despite his protests. Therefore Hiroki was now helping both his own and his superiors classes the best he could. The silence that had plagued the couple for the past week was becoming unbearable.

Nowaki couldn't take it anymore; he wanted his Hiro-san back.

Hiroki looked up; the russet eyes met the familiar cool cobalt. "What! Can't you see I am incredibly busy?" He snapped, instantly regretting it as he saw his lovers pained expression. "Sorry - It's just..."

"Hiro-san please. You are working too hard, if you're not careful you will become ill." He whined sleepily. His head dipped as he clenched his hands and took a step closer to his lover. The person he loved more than life itself. "I know you need to work, but this is absurd. Do you even know what time it is?" The dark haired man's voice was toned with love and pure concern for the health of his lover.

"Eleven thirty? Maybe? I don't know."

"It's one in the morning Hiro-san. You haven't stopped working since I got home at ten, and you have must have been working at that table since you got home." He was deeply worried. "Please come to bed Hiro-san. Please."

"Shit." He breathed, his voice so tired it had lost almost all of its volume, and ferocity. He yawned as he picked up his red pen to continue with his work. "I have three more papers to grade, and then I will bathe, and then I will come to bed."

"Then I will sit here on the sofa until you are finished." Nowaki weakly smiled, his eyes portraying his tiredness.

"Don't be stupid, it is your day off tomorrow. Go and get some sleep." He ordered through yawns.

"Not until you join me." The raven haired man protested.

Nowaki sat down silently and watched his lover work contentedly. They were both exhausted from their weeks work, being a Paediatrician wasn't the most calming profession either. He was both worried and amazed by the man sitting at the table. The devotion he had for his work, along with love and passion really overwhelmed him, and upmost made him proud. He had never met someone like him before. This man was astounding, this man was his, and he loved him. A lot.

Sitting down relaxing in the comfort of the sofa he felt the tiredness slowly creep upon him, but he was determined to not sleep until he was with his Hiro-san. He was not closing his eyes until his lover was safely asleep in his arms.

Nowaki watched the devoted professor begin marking his last paper, and he silently left his position on the sofa, and crept to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom he began filling up the tub. He turned the hot water tap on full and the cold tap on minimally, as he knew the his lover loved the warm embrace of the heat, and placed a selection of bathing soaps in the water that were good for relaxing and soothing to the skin, and obediently sat until the bath was filled to a suitable level; drowsiness washing over him once again.

While he was waiting he could just about make out the sound of Hiroki moving about in the room next door, over the sound of the running water. His eyes were getting heavy, and his blinks were getting longer, he couldn't even begin to comprehend how his Hiro-san must be feeling.

With the bath filled just about two thirds of the way, and a considerable amount of soap bubbles formed on the top he turned off the taps, and slowly got up from where he was sitting on the tiled floor and headed back into the main living area.

There he saw a dazed Hiroki placing the last of his papers in his bag, and tiredly turning around mumbling to himself, "I swear Nowaki if you have gone to bed after all of that I will fucking kill you!"

The azure eyed man smiled to himself as his lovers' tired actions, only just hearing his words in the otherwise silent apartment. "Hiro-san, I am over here."

"I knew that." He mumbled to himself as he turned to his direction and dragged his feet towards the man. The younger man smiled at the cuteness that had engulfed his lover, his actions had become one of an adorable child, who had just woken up from a nap.

"I've run you a bath," Hiroki looked up at Nowaki appreciatively, his eyes full of thanks for the man, giving him a weak smile as he entered the bathroom. "Bubbles?" Hiroki asked, the shock apparent in his voice there was no way of saying bubbles in a serious manner.

"Yeah, they are good for you when you are tired, it relaxes you. Trust me."

"Ok..." Hiroki said reluctantly as he stripped off his clothes too tired to care about Nowaki standing in the doorway, and slowly edged into the bathtub. Nowaki picked up his discarded clothes and placed them in the laundry basket. "Oh this is good..." Hiroki moaned with pleasure as the warmth of the water embraced his tired skin. He slid into the warm tub even further; until he was more-or-less lying down and his arms were resting on either side of him. The sight causing a contented smile to form on the dark haired mans lips.

He did not move. He just lay there basking in the comfort of the water. He was too tired to think of washing but he didn't want to waste the water or the time Nowaki has spent in running this bath. "Shall I wash your back?" Nowaki asked.

"What?" Hiroki asked dazed, as he raised his head from its reclined position.

"Your back. Do you want me to wash it?"

"Please..." He sighed appreciatively.

Nowaki scooted over towards the tub and picked up the dry wash cloth and dipped it in the water as the older man sat up, hunching over ever so slightly. He took the now wet cloth and began rubbing it over the man's back, hearing a slight moan escape his lips. Hiroki was in heaven. He did not know what to do. For the first time in this very long week he felt the weight and stress leave his shoulders. The contact from Nowaki rubbing his back was very soothing; it felt like he was massaging his troubles away, the cloth rubbing over the contours of his back felt so blissful, the pleasurable feeling taking over. His eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"You like that Hiro-san?"

"Mhmm... It feels great..."

"I've heard that before..."

"Idiot!" Hiroki blushed. The younger man chuckled to himself at his lovers' response. That opportunity was too good to not take. He finished washing his lovers back and reluctantly gave the wash cloth back. He heard a slight grunt of complaint as contact was lost.

"Nowaki..." Hiroki began.

"Yes?" he said, raising his eyebrows in the process.

"W-would you... Would you give me a massage?" His face almost bright red, not sure whether it was from the heat of the bath, or just an infamous Kamijou blush.

"Of course." Nowaki smiled at his lovers' impulsive request, but he was pleased none the less and obliged.

He placed a small amount of lotion in his hands, rubbed them together and then placed them on his lover's shoulders and began massaging them. As a person in the medical profession he was very skilled with his hands, and being in love with Hiro-san also meant he was first-rate, and he soon encountered his first knot and began kneading it away, causing a wave a pleasurable moans in the process. Hiroki's head was lolling forward, rolling with every touch from his lovers expert hands. This massage was fantastic. His body was so relaxed, his eyes closed, so blissful. Nowaki could feel the older man's body become heavier under his every touch. Was he falling asleep? "Hiro-san..?"

"Mhmm..."

"Stay awake, you can't fall asleep in the bath." He said quietly.

"I won't fall asleep. Promise." He slurred, the tiredness obviously washing over him.

Nowaki smiled at his lover's noticeably false statement, as he could sense him become even heavier by his touch. "You know Hiro-san, I could support you better if I got in there with you, and I could massage you even better."

"An even better massage?" He replied "Get in. Only for the massage, no funny business..."

Nowaki smirked as he took off his pyjamas and carefully slid in behind his lover positioning his legs either side of the older man. He felt the professor edge closer to his presence in the tub, and thus causing a contented smile to form on his tired face. Hiroki leant back towards the younger man, resting his head on his broad shoulders and his upper back on his chest. The tired russet eyes looked up to the ceiling as the young doctor continued where he left off.

The therapeutic kneading of the taller man's hands on the professors back caused a continuation of pleasurable groans to escape the elder's mouth. The massage was ever so slowly bringing the man back to life.

"Hiro-san..."

"Mhmm..."

"This is nice."

The silence surrounded the couple once again, expect this time it was a more comfortable silence, where the tension was non-existent, well only between Hiroki's slowing easing shoulders. This was one of Nowaki's dream situations, him and his Hiro-san sharing a bath.

After the longest of baths, Nowaki reluctantly got himself and the dozing professor to vacate before they both turned into shrivelled prunes and caught colds. He had dried off himself and the professor and placed his pyjama bottoms back on, somehow managing to get the half conscious Hiroki into his oversized pyjama shirt and sit him down on the toilet seat.

He now had a predicament. He needed to get the dozing man to bedroom, causing the least amount of disturbance to both parties.

I could wake him up.

But waking up a dozing Hiroki is like a sleeping bomb. Normally ineffective, but can be explosive if disturbed.

I could carry him.

But if he woke, that could lead to a nasty situation. But he is incredibly cute to wake up. Nowaki decided against his better judgement, and attempted to pick the dozing man up. He had managed to get him into his arms, in the not so greatly named 'princess' style, and out of the cramped bathroom into the living area. The professor began to stir in his arms, waking up from the movement.

"N-Nowaki?" He mumbled, barely audible.

"Shh." Nowaki whispered softly as he kissed his forehead. He held him close to his chest as he continued to carry the almost asleep professor to their bedroom, placing him carefully on the bed, tugging the covers from under his body. His eyes opened at the moment, and stared intently up at the raven haired man, giving away a slight smile.

"Thank you Nowaki." The professor slurred as he closed his eyes drifting off into a deep, peaceful slumber.

Nowaki grinned at the scene before him, "I love you so much." He breathed before climbing under the covers and wrapping his arms around his lover's waist, with Hiroki snuggling up closer to, before he drifted off asleep.

Nothing else mattered; the two were together, and asleep in the darkness.

I apologise for any grammatical errors, and I can't use the excuse that English isn't my first language. Aha. I do know Hiroki is OOC, but if someone is as tired as he is, you don't tend to act like yourself, well that is my reason. I hoped you liked this bit of pointless drabble. I just love these two.

Constructive criticism welcomed. I have also uploaded this on FF.net, under the same username and title, so If you want to drop a note, you can chose either site :)

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Office Rendezvous

Junjou Romantica

Rated: MA

Language: English

Genre: Romance, Smut

Characters: Nowaki K. & Hiroki K.

Words: 4,366

Published: 05-19-12  

Status: Complete

It's a hot and steamy afternoon for Nowaki and Hiroki in the office, rated MA for reasons. One-shot.

I have been working on this chapter for around a month. I bow down to all you authors that get superb chapters out weekly. I don't know how you do it. This is my first Egoist fanfiction, and after reading all the marvellous works out there, I felt inspired to add to this fandom. Here is my Nowaki x Hiroki action, rated MA for obvious reasons. Enough of my rambling, and enjoy.

Office Rendezvous.

"Shit." Hiroki cursed to himself as he fumbled through his work bag, scraping that idea and turning the bag upside down and let the contents fall onto his desk. "Where the hell is my phone?"

It was only eleven in the morning and his day was not going well. His first two classes might as well as been cancelled for all the participation from his students, they were all too busy waking up or communicating through their phones. Drawing blood from a stone would have been more successful. But still, the show must go on.

Now he was sat in his office grading papers for his own classes and had another pile that Miyagi had dumped on his desk, as he swaned off out the office with his brat. He would get him back for this: Somehow. That was the last thing on his mind at the moment, as he couldn't find his phone anywhere. He hadn't took it out his bag when he was teaching, he was sure of that, and it was nowhere in the office or his bag. That meant only one thing. It was at home.

"Shit." He cursed again, accepting the fact that he had no phone, the contents of his bag on his desk which he had to clean up, and this mess was on top of his student's work which he had to mark.

Nowaki had worked the late night shift, so he was asleep in bed which is where Hiroki had last seen him, snoring lightly. This memory caused a slight smile to form on his usual frowning face, and his cheeks to turn a light shade of pink. The only person that ever texted him was Nowaki, with his constant updates, therefore he would have no need for his phone. He did get calls the odd call from Akihiko, and his mother, but he tended to ignore them, most of the time. If Akihiko really wanted to see him, he would track him down in person, and his mother would keep ringing his phone and the landline till he caved. Normally around two months.

How was he meant to continue through the day without Nowaki's annoying, but uplifting texts? He loved those texts, not that he would ever admit to it. He needed his god damn phone.

"Fantastic." He moaned sarcastically as he leant back in his chair raising his arms above his head.

'I could go home,' he pondered 'but that would mean the journey there and back, the cost, and the time taken away from my marking. Plus if I saw Nowaki I wouldn't want to come back to work.'

"Argh!" He wailed, as he spun himself round in the rotating desk chair, he would be better off staying at work; the cons really did outweigh the pros. It was a good job he was in the office alone, otherwise his antics would look rather strange, his internal battle would be a rather odd occurrence to any on lookers. He pushed himself back to his desk using his feet, accepting defeat; life could be a bastard when it wanted to. He kicked off his shoes liking the freedom to his socked feet and aimlessly began placing his strewn belongings back into their rightful place in his bag, wishing it was his last class so he could home, and forget this day ever begun.

Finishing his task off, the professor's mind was much clearer, along with his desk and along with the silence he finally began to fell just a tiny bit better. He sighed as he leaned back in his chair, twirling his red pen between his fingers, appreciating the silence in the office. He was alone, none of Miyagi's whining, smoking, or his brat. Perfection. Hiroki reclined in his chair, basking in one of life's rare opportunities; his red pen held loosely in his finger, his eyes momentarily shut to fully appreciate the atmosphere.

Knock knock.

'Good things never last.' Hiroki grumbled to himself. "Come in!"

The thought of having students interrupt his personal time was not appealing, maybe they were looking for Miyagi: hopefully. The sound of the door opening distracted him from his un-teacher like thoughts.

"Sorry for intruding." An overly familiar voice aired, causing the professor to look up from his desk.

"Nowaki? What are you doing here?" He asked, shocked at his lovers presence.

The black haired man laughed to himself as he shut the door behind him. "Nice to see you to Hiro-san." Hiroki rolled his eyes but couldn't help the slight smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I am here because someone left their phone at home, and I thought they might, just might need it." He said as he pulled the device out of his pocket and waved it in the air.

"My phone..." The older man sighed of relief, "thank you..."

The younger man chuckled to himself, "Don't I get a reward for bringing you your phone?" he smiled as he wriggled his eyebrows. The professor felt his face turn crimson at his boyfriend's comment, the obvious meaning behind it not gone unnoticed.

"Do I?" Nowaki poked further.

The professor just stared up at the younger man, not falling for his jibe. He was not succumbing to Nowaki's words, even if it had been five days since they had last been together. Plus he was at work, and he wasn't getting lost with him at work. No way. The raven haired man smirked, at the professor's obvious mental battle.

"Cute, Hiro-san." he whispered, as he took a step closer to the seated man.

Nowaki leant down and devoured Hiroki's unsuspecting lips. The sudden contact startled the professor, and despite his natural built up resistance Hiroki allowed himself to relax. Soon he was carried away by sensation of his lover's tender oral explorations and he found himself melting under the younger mans control. Lost in the moment Hiroki reached up and entwined his fingers in the raven mass that was his lover's hair, pulling him down deeper. The couple hadn't experienced an oral union this intense in days, and the contact sent them both crazy. Each man was getting lost further and deeper, losing their minds.

"No... Nowaki..." Hiroki breathed as he pushed Nowaki away, savouring the air filling his lungs. The sensation of feather light kisses along his jaw, distracting him from his coherent train of thought. "I'm at work. Couldn't this wait till later?"

"I'm afraid not Hiro-san. It has been five whole days, and now we have the perfect situation. You. Me. Alone..." He whispered lustfully into his ear before nibbling on it slightly.

The professor pondered this statement, and he was far to aroused to stop now. The thought of him and Nowaki christening the office had never crossed his mind, because of his superior and his shenanigans with his brat which often took place in this very office, and he had a strict rule about crossing that line. But with an eager Nowaki, and no chance of being disturbed he thought.Fuck it.

"The door. Lock it." Hiroki exhaled, before slumping back into his chair, erasing all rational thoughts from his head. Nowaki vacated his position from in front of the startled professor to lock the office door with a simple click. He turned around and slyly smiled to the man sitting across the room from him his eyes full of lust and desire.

The raven-haired man's eyes beckoned to the professor enticingly from beneath his shaggy hair as he sauntered towards the office couch. The brunette haired man watched his lover's slow, enticing walk, the way the light emphasised his physique, the way his t-shirt hugged and emphasised his toned chest, and the way his jeans made his thighs look so strong, so manly, so sexy. He exhaled. This man was all his and this man wanted only him. The cinnamon eyes meet the cool blue, caught in his gaze; he followed the man to the couch, dazed, loosening his tie as he went.

Nowaki sat down and patted his thighs to offer Hiroki his lap. Hiroki was a bit hesitant to, but he was feeling so stirred. After a brief moment he caved in and went and straddled his lover's muscular thighs, taking his place on his firm lap. Nowaki leaned forward and rested his head on his lovers shoulder, breathing in his familiar scent. He wrapped his arms around his slender waist and pulled the professors' body closer to his, sharing his heat with him.

"Warm." Hiroki murmured. Nowaki smiled to himself. He liked to share his heat with his Hiro-san; it was another way of sharing his love. He looked up to his lovers' face, their eyes locking. The professor's cheeks had turned a light shade of pink, and his eyes were full of desire. His original hesitation had all but vanished. He wanted this. The raven haired man leant in, and for the second time that day kissed the man. Instead of his usual reservations Hiroki was not holding back, and Nowaki was shocked when he felt Hiroki's tongue push unwaveringly into his mouth, this was nothing like Hiro-san's usual cautious way. He liked it.

Nowaki's already devoured mouth parted more and allowed the professor to control him even more. His lips were teased, nibbled and lightly nipped with willing kisses, he felt Hiroki's tongue trace the underside of his upper lip, and gently graze his teeth. With Hiroki's rare presence of dominance, Nowaki took this opportunity to un-tuck the older man's shirt, from its confined space.

Hiroki groaned when he felt the other man's warm slender fingers curl under the edge of his shirt and grace his lower back. Nowaki then slid his hands from there around the edge of the garment untucking as he went, his skin grazing Hiroki's warming skin as they travelled to the professor's front. He began to slowly to unbutton Hiroki's shirt, trying making sure that his fingers never lost contact with the other man's flesh. Even as he pulled the shirt away from his chest Nowaki's skilled hands slid over the professor's perked up nipples and down the length of his lean side. The brush of flesh on flesh caused a sudden gasp to escape the brown haired mans lips, causing a stop in his oral explorations. "Nowaki..." He mumbled, biting his lip.

"You like that Hiro-san?" Nowaki said lustfully.

"Mhmm..." Hiroki whined lasciviously in response.

Nowaki pressed his lips on the professor's again controlling the aroused man on his lap. Nowaki's hands caressed the jaw of the other, travelling down his neck and across his collar bones. He let his hands travel down the man's lean sides again, and they hovered around the waist band of his trousers, his fingers tracing circular patterns on the man's lower abdomen, which gave the other man a tickling yet very pleasuring sensation. With this Nowaki leant in to pay special attention to one of his already perked up nipples with his tongue, causing a small gasp to escape his lover's mouth, he then diverted to pay attention to his other nipple.

Hiroki was finding himself in a heightened state of arousal, with every grace of Nowaki's skilled tongue and fingers; he was slowly losing all control. Nowaki was finding himself in the same predicament, with every moan that escaped the older man's pink lips, and the increasing reddening hue overtaking his body, his body was going wild and his jeans were becoming more confined. Hiroki moved his hands from his sides, and hesitantly traced his fingers on top of the light fabric that was Nowaki's shirt. His hands travelled further down till they were gliding over his belt buckle, he slowly brought his other hand over to the belt buckle and began awkwardly unfastening it. He fumbled with the mechanism, not used to undoing belts from this perspective, but he finally got it unlatched with a defined yank through one of the many loops on his jeans.

"Hiro-san." Nowaki gasped, shocked at his lovers actions.

"We are here now, and we need to finish before Miyagi comes back." Hiroki said bluntly, as he unfed the rest of Nowakis belt, and chucked it on the floor behind him. He smiled at his accomplishment.

"I'm up for that." Nowaki yearned his eyes lustful.

"I can see that." Hiroki replied bluntly while staring at the well endowed tent in the others jeans.

"I'm not the only one." He laughed as his eyes darted to the professor's, and he dived in for another passionate kiss. Hiroki rose up on his knees that were either side of Nowaki's lean thighs, and pushed Nowaki further back into the couch and himself further to the kiss. With this Nowaki skilfully unfastened Hiroki's trousers and began yanking them down eagerly. His hands caressed the man's taut backside, squeezing it slightly as he ran his hands down the back of his thighs and then gliding back up them with his index finger and then under the curve of his ass, returning back to his starting position. This caused another hungry moan to escape the elder's lips. They parted, momentarily for air, their eyes full of lust, their bodies filled with desire for one another.

In response to his lovers' actions Hiroki, hooked his hands under the hem of Nowaki's t-shirt and began removing it from his body. The professor watched as his raven-haired eyes pop as his shirt slid up further. A soft moan was building in the giant man's throat, and as the shirt was lifted over his head, the deep moan was released. The sight he was presented with always got him raring to go. The toned chest that looked magnificent under the shirt looked even more so without, the protruding collar bones, and the toned arms. The perfect physique. His hands drifted over the younger mans front, down his stomach, and down to the fuzzy line of hair that lead to his throbbing manhood. A wanton sigh escape the doctor's mouth. "Hiro-san, I want you so much." Hiroki dragged his hands over the raven haired mans tented erection, "I need you Hiro-san."

Hiroki pushed in for another dominating kiss, with light nips and gentle sucks teasing Nowaki's lips. Hiroki's lips then brushed each of the corners of Nowaki's mouth, before invading his mouth with the velvet heat of his tongue. Nowaki's joined in this wordless exchange, savouring the moment. They parted. A strand of saliva connecting them both, with which Hiroki wiped away with the back of his hand. The hand he had used to wipe away the salvia he entwined in Nowaki's inky locks. Nowaki was startled when Hiroki leaned in again and captured his mouth in another affectionate of kiss. Finally Hiroki ended their oral embrace. "Does that satisfy?" he almost laughed. Hiroki leaned back down and captured his stunned lover's mouth again.

Nowaki's hands wondered over the professors still half clothed body, wanting to strip him and fuck him senseless into the couch. Himself straining so hard in his jeans wanting to get in Hiroki already; the man could hardly stand it. He was being teased, and Hiroki was doing an outstanding job of pushing him to the edge. This was very unlike the usual Hiroki, he had to admit. Normally Hiroki went along with whatever Nowaki initiated. Was it the new environment? Was it because he was in the professor's territory? Or was he just so fucking horny he couldn't wait? Why was he questioning the brilliant new development, why question something when it is fine just the way it is. He felt the professor's hand slip under the hemline of his underwear, which caused a startled gasp to escape his lips. He looked up, to see a very red faced professor staring earnestly at him. Nowaki smiled as he raised his eyebrows, grabbing the man by the waist and flipping him so his back was on the seat of the couch.

Startled cinnamon eyes, stared back up at him, "Sorry Hiro-san, I am at my limit." He apologised, with a passion filled eyes, as he yanked the Hiroki's trousers and underwear off with one mighty swoop. He kissed the man on the lips, and began leaving a trailing a feverish kisses down his now almost naked lover, with only his shirt left barely covering him. Nowaki worked his way down his body, ignoring his lovers and his own throbbing erection, and trailed his fingers down the side of his pelvis and his thighs, gently massaging as he went. Hiroki withered to the touch of his lover. His toes curling, to the increasing state of arousal he was finding himself in.

Suddenly, a silky mouth engulfed the professor's erection; he gasped at the warm and wet paradise that was his lover's mouth. A silky tongue travelled up and down the professor's shaft paying special attention to the sensitive skin at the tip. Nowaki groaned when he felt Hiroki's hands grab his hair and pushing his head down further. Nowaki found himself almost breathless, as he released Hiroki's member with a defined pop. With his eyes closed and a hand draped on his forehead, the professor found himself being stirred in completely new ways. He was almost rendered helpless, Hiroki's steel facade, broken with the simple contact from Nowaki, and the electric charge of each tender touch, all of these had already brought the older man, closer to the edge.

"Nowaki..." He whined "Now... Please..."

"Hiro-san... Umm... We have no lube." Nowaki said apologetically, but with layer of annoyance in his tone.

"Gah!" The professor wailed, horny and angry at the same time. "Miyagi! Check Miyagi's desk. He is always rendezvousing with his brat in here."

Nowaki vacated his position on top of the horny professor, and moved as quickly as possible to the other mans desk, well as quick as it was with a body as aroused as this. He opened all the draws, till finally he found the bottle he was looking for, "You were right Hiro-san." He almost sang, and he slicked up his member, and placed the bottle on top of the desk.

Hiroki rolled his eyes at his superiors' antics. Hiroki shook his heading, taking away all thoughts that weren't Nowaki from his head. The young Doctor returned, and took his place back on the couch, kneeling over the professor.

"Turn over Hiro-san." Nowaki demanded in his own sweet Nowaki way.

The older man obliged, turning over, and kneeling facing away from the doctor sticking his ass in the air. Nowaki groped his hands on the professors' firm backside, with his still slicked fingers; he moved his right hand so it could slide down the crack of the older mans derrière. His one finger slowly entered the professor; gradually preparing him, causing a pleasurable moan to escape his lips, with that he entered second scissoring the man slightly. Nowaki's skilled hands knew his lover by heart, and the sounds of pleasure Hiroki tried to keep locked in his throat escaped, resulting in soft moans filling the silent office.

"Nowaki... I'm ready..." The professor blushed in between groans.

The doctor moved slowly, penetrating his lover with a slight thrust, allowing his Hiro-san to absorb his every inch. The small cry that escaped his lover's lips made him take his time, no matter how eager he was. He made sure his Hiro-san was comfortable. With himself fully inside Hiroki, he placed his hands on the professors' waist, waiting for the signal. Hiroki exhaled, when Nowaki had entered him fully, slowing adjusting to the intrusion. No matter how many times they did it, this feeling he could never completely get used to. He was always surprised by the sensation of being filled by his lover, and of Nowaki's intense heat and his size always seemed so new.

"Nowaki..." He almost cried. That was the signal. He grasped Hiroki's hips pulling him tighter into him. He marvelled at the loveliness of his boyfriend's perfect ass as he began moving his hips in slow, deep, rhythmic thrusts. As the raven-haired man built up a steady rhythm, he moved one of his hands to take a hold of Hiroki's dripping erection. His fingers skimmed its sensitive head and he then began stoking it in time with his own thrusts. Hiroki squirmed in infatuation beneath him, pushing back to meet each thrust. Their moves were becoming synchronised and each man was coming close to the edge. Nowaki increased his speed; he just couldn't hold himself back any longer. Within moments Hiroki's dick erupted, shooting thick streams of his seed into Nowaki's hand. As he pulsated in his release, the muscles surrounding Nowaki tightened, driving the raven-haired man over the edge filling his lover with a gift of his own.

Nowaki withdrew from Hiroki, and with that Hiroki collapsed face first onto the couch blissfully spent. His breathing was heavy, and his body was covered in a sheen of glistening sweat. Nowaki stood in search for some tissues to clean his hand. He located a box on the professor's desk. After cleaning up the raven haired man refastened his jeans, located his belt and put it back on. He made a quick glance towards his lover, and a contented smile formed on his face. "Hiro-san… you're amazing!"

The professor grunted in reply, as he sat up, wincing slightly as he sat down. A concerned look washed over the doctor's face, "Hiro-san are you okay?"

"I'm fine. It's nothing I'm not used to." He shrugged away as he stood up to find his discarded clothes feeling uncomfortable being as naked as he was. He found his underwear, and his trousers, and hastily put them on covering up his pride. Nowaki smiled at his blushing lover, there wasn't an inch of his body that he hadn't seen, yet he always turned shy when he was naked around him.

Hiroki was fumbling around the draws in his desk, for a can of deodorant. He couldn't risk of smelling after such vigorous activity. He located the can he had placed in there during the summer, and sprayed his body with the cool mist. He turned around to see Nowaki staring at him.

"Here." He said as he chucked the can in his direction which he easily caught with one hand. "And put your shirt back on." He almost tutted.

By now the professor had re-buttoned his dress shirt, and was searching for his tie, which he had somehow misplaced. He heard Nowaki approach and place the deodorant can firmly on the desk, with a defined clink, his head brushing past the man's ear.

"What you looking for?" He whispered into his ear, his warm breath sending an all too familiar sensation through the professor.

"My tie." He swallowed.

Nowaki hummed at the thought as he placed his t-shirt on over his head, a memory flooding back. He walked back over to the couch, and knelt down in front of it. Hiroki turned, feeling the loss of his lover's presence, to see his backside in the air, as he was fumbling for something underneath the couch. If he wasn't careful he would be stirred again. Avoiding another sticky situation, he decided upon sitting upon his desk chair, and leaving Nowaki to whatever he was doing.

"Found it." Nowaki chirped, as he got up from in front of the couch, holding the professors notorious dark brown tie that brought out the colour of his eyes perfectly. He carried it over to the sitting older man and draped it around his neck, and started tying it. He expected the other man to snatch the tie out of his hands, and exclaim that he could do it himself, but he just sat there, allowing Nowaki to do such an affection job. This caused a radiant smile to form on his face, as he tightened the tie underneath the collar of his shirt.

"There..." He said as he bent down and lightly kissed his forehead, causing the infamous Kamijou blush to creep up on his face and some incoherent mumbling about him being an idiot. It soon stopped as Nowaki kissed his forehead again.

"Nowaki..." The older man whispered, barely audible.

"Yes Hiro-san." Nowaki asked tentatively.

There was no reply. Nowaki looked down, getting caught in the professors stare. Their eyes locked. Those cinnamon eyes full of emotion; conveying one message, and one message only.

"I love you to." He replied to the unspoken words.

The couple stayed in the silence of the office, for an uncountable amount of time, until the sound of a key in the lock interrupted them. "Shit" Hiroki cursed, "Miyagi, must be back." Both men adjusted their clothes, and discarded any sign of their love making into the office bin. The door swung open, and in appeared a very disgruntled Miyagi.

"Kami..jo..."He started to sing, until he caught sight of Nowaki's dominating presence, "Ah..."

Hiroki turned in his chair and picked up his red pen, like he had never left his marking, "Nowaki was just leaving, he brought me my phone." He shot a cautious glance to the younger man.

Nowaki just smiled, "See you later Hiro-san." He waved as he walked out the office, "Miyagi-san" He nodded, shutting the door behind him.

Hiroki breathed a sigh of relief, as Nowaki left the office, Miyagi didn't suspect anything. Result. He got back into his marking mode, until he heard the quiet buzz of his phone in his bag. He located the phone and picked it up. It was a text from Nowaki.

You are amazing Hiro-san. Fancy another round later? Love you. N xxx

Hiroki's eyes bulged out of his sockets, and Nowaki's straight-forwardness.

Idiot. He hastily replied.

Is that a yes Hiro-san? xxxNowaki sent back not one minute later.

Maybe...

Love you Hiro-san xxx.

Love you to, or something x.

He turned his phone to silent, and placed in on his desk blushing slightly. He didn't want to see Nowaki's giddy, school girl reply, it was most likely going to be nauseating. But whatever it was going to be, he loved that big oaf, no matter what.

I apologise if any of that was OOC or just simply appalling, I did find writing this really difficult. Never wrote a sex scene before, read many, wrote none. But I wanted my own Egoist words out there and they lead to this. Pretty brave for my first, don't you think? If you are reading this note, thank you for giving this a try. I know this was long, and some people don't like long fics, but thank you once again.

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A Time to Love

Haru wo Daiteita

Characters: Iwaki K and Katou

Rating: T

Language: English

Genres: Romance

Words: 1,046

Published: 10-19-11

Summary: Iwaki and Katou spend some quality time together. Uploaded on my fanfiction.net account. 

I don't really like this piece, but I thought I would upload it anyway. It was written in 2011, my writing has changed a lot since then.

I thought after seeing all the great stories out there, I would have a go at writing one for myself. Writing isn't my area of expertise, and it never will be. I chose to write about Haru wo daitieta, as it is one of my favourites, and there isn't many stories out there. I hope not to disappoint. I'm sorry if this is OOC, I'm just seeing what I can create.

I do not own Haru wo Daiteita all rights go toYouka Nitta

Katou was head over heels in love. He hadn't only just realised this, but seeing his Iwaki, his beloved, cooking dinner so kind-heartedly in their kitchen, once again made him appreciate this. Iwaki wasn't one to cook, it wasn't his area of expertise, along with a busy schedule, and obscene working hours, and he never really felt up to it, but once again, watching his older lover move around the kitchen despite everything, made Katou feel all warm inside.

Katou, at his present state was in trance, watching his lover's backside swing around the kitchen, and every now and then the odd glimpse of his toned back, when he would stretch to reach something from one of the overhead cupboards, and the ever-so slight squint in his eyes, as he was so engrossed in his work, figuring out how to make it taste more enjoyable, for his younger lover.

"Katou, I know I don't cook that often, and you may want to marvel at it, but can you please stop staring, it is rather off-putting," Iwaki, sighed, as he placed the spoon on the counter beside him and then decided to pick it back up again.

"But Iwaki-san, it's such a rare and beautiful sight, I want to see it all, so I can keep it in my brain, for future recall" Katou replied, while still gazing at his lover.

"Don't be stupid!" Iwaki retorted, as he placed a dash of salt into the stewing pot, and then gently stirred it.

"I'm not being stupid, I'm being entirely honest." Katou alleged, as he stood up from where he was sitting in Iwaki's peripheral vision, moved, and then wrapped his arms, around his lovers waist, "You look so seductive moving around the kitchen like that."

"BAKA!" Iwaki shouted, as the spoon he had picked up for the hundredth time, had now dropped on the floor, and narrowly missing the hem of his trousers.

Katou didn't mind his partners loud exclaim, as he was a bit of an idiot, for handling his lover, around such dangerous equipment, that could harm any inch of Iwaki's beautiful skin, but still Katou couldn't resist. Iwaki doing all of this for him was a surprise, and a good one at that, so he wanted to salvage every minute of it he could.

"Katou. Please." Iwaki whined, as he tried to squirm out of his lovers embrace, and reach the two serving bowls, he had placed on the side "Dinner is ready, sit down"

Little did Iwaki know, that the little squirming he had done, had slightly aroused Katou, especially being in such close proximity to his lover's body, and surrounded by the aroma of food he had lovingly prepared. Ignoring his aroused state, Katou obediently sat down at their table, and eagerly awaited his meal. _

The couple had just finished dinner, and were now sitting on their sofa; Katou's head was resting in Iwaki's lap while he let his lovers fingers twirl around his golden brown locks, and himself gazing up at his older lovers face.

'So beautiful' Katou thought, 'so talented as well, and I get him all to myself' these thoughts, caused a grin to form on Katou's lips. Katou couldn't resist any more; he sat up from where he was resting, turned around, and placed a gentle kiss on his lover's lips. Iwaki was taken aback from this sudden declaration, but soon a soft smile formed on his face.

"What was that for Katou?"

"For you..." He smiled

"Well this is for you," Iwaki whispered, as he took his lovers face in his hands and passionately kissed him on the lips. It had been two weeks since the two men had experienced that kind of union. The sudden thrill from this bodily contact had sent Katou's body wild, his hands were now tugging at the hem of Iwakis shirt, and his member was replying just as much.

They parted, momentarily for air, their eyes full of lust, their bodies filled with desire for one another, their arms quickly tearing each other's clothes off in the process, leaving them only in their underwear.

"Oh Iwaki" Katou moaned "How I have missed you"

"mhmmm" Iwaki replied, as Katou had pressed his lips on his again, his hands were caressing every inch of his body, the sensation making his body responded accordingly. Katou removed his lips from Iwaki's, and began kissing his away long his jaw, down his slender neck and onto his torso, he diverted to pay special attention to his already perked up nipples, causing little moans to escape his dark haired lover's mouth, he then followed his way down his stomach, leaving feather light kisses as he went.

"Katttooou" Iwaki moaned, as he withered to the touch of his lover's lips, his toes curling, to the increasing state of arousal he was finding himself in.

Katou had worked his way down, and ignored his lovers and his own throbbing erection, and trailed his fingers down the side of his pelvis and his thighs, gently massaging as he did so. He knew this would cause a response from his older lover, one he was eager to get.

"Katou" Iwaki breathed "Don't you think we should take this to the bedroom?"

"I don't think I can make it to bedroom" Katou pointed out, as he pulled down Iwaki's underwear, for a round of passionate love making.

There you go, I hope that was alright, any feedback, would be appreciated. This is my first fan-fiction, hope not to disappoint. So yeah...

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