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Amaeru 甘える (5/8)
Title : Amaeru
Author : WendyJoly
Pairing : Ohno Satoshi/Ninomiya Kazunari, Sho Sakurai/Matsumoto Jun
Rating : From PG to NC-17
Summary : Ohno Satoshi, young and promising actor just lost his wife in a car crash, an actress twice his age. She entrusted him his son, Kazunari, his worst intimate enemy.
CHAPTER 5
One week later, the promo begins.
I hate this, clearly. Talking about me to sale a movie and make it attractive is so far from my personality. Well. My overbooked schedule will keep me busy enough to be unable to reflect about my lack of talent in communication matter.
The best way to get through this is to be honest and spontaneous with the interviewer. I’m not a star, certainly not a diva, I always considered myself as a craftsman and it’s torture to try to charm people I don’t care at all. Yet I told to the production that I won’t answer to questions about Riko. I don’t want to talk about her and certainly not with a journalist.
I didn’t say a word to Jun, I probably wait the moment I’ll be less confused.
Or am I too ashamed of myself because I never realized the way she was using me?
I’m not conceited or proud but I can erase in a blink of eye what she did to me. She hurt me badly and since she’s dead, it’s far more difficult. I won’t ever be able to tell her how much I blame her…am I even allowed thinking it anyways?
I kept the secret about Nino too for so many reasons. To begin with, I can’t explain, it has nothing similar to any relationship I lived until now. Secondly, if I’m convinced that we’re doing nothing wrong, I’m perfectly aware that people won’t perceive it the same way.
We sleep together, we cuddle, we kiss but nothing more. How can I explain to someone that I need these cuddle sessions without desiring something more?
Yet, it’s the truth. We’re not a couple. I’m not gay, he isn’t either. He’s the person I care the most but I can’t imagine making love to him, not a second.
How could I?
Lost in my thoughts, I take a glance at him, as we’re cooking our dinner on the kitchen island.
“Will you come to the movie premiere?”
“With you?”
“I’ll be with the staff but Jun and Sho will be there. You’ll be with them.”
“Okay.”
“I’m glad. Do you have a tuxedo in your dressing?”
“Are you kidding me?”
I forgot the fact that his mother never took the pain to bring him along.
“We’ll buy you one.”
“I don’t want to. People won’t see me anyway.”
“So, perhaps a suit? You’ll reuse it…you can’t wear a pair of jeans and your sneakers.”
“If it makes you happy…”
“We’ll go shopping tomorrow after school.”
He smiles and slides a slice of apple in my mouth, then pecks my lips.
“Is it good?”
“It is.”
He puts his arms around my neck but I whirl around to resume my task.
He slips his hands under my T-shirt, caressing my stomach, the waist of my pants and I chuckle to push him gently.
“Stop tickling me. It’s ready, are we eating…what?”
“Nothing. Let’s eat.”
His disappointment is obvious but I hope he won’t blame me too long for dragging him to the premiere. I’m an egotist, I’m perfectly aware of it but I can’t face this day without him by my side. I need to know he will be there, that he will, maybe, be proud of me. Because I did it for him, for us, because that’s what kept me alive after Riko’s death.
This night, he sleeps far from me and I don’t want to bother him. I let him sleep the way he wants and I move to the other side of the bed. At dawn, I’m against his back, searching for his warmth and once again, I have to run under the shower. That’s the prize to pay to be with him. I’ve never been satisfied by any relationship before like I am by ours. He’s tender and sweet, we sharing a lot and the hurdles we got through linked us. As once again I find my relief under a warm shower, I wonder for the first time what will be my reaction when he will find a girlfriend. Jealousy twists my belly as I muffle my orgasm behind my clenched teeth, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. My mind struggles against this eventuality…yet this situation can’t stand for long. One day, he won’t need me this much, he will have a life on his own and I’ll have to disappear.
I prepare for the studio and he’s already gone when I enter the kitchen.
At the appointment time, I’m on the sidewalk in front of the high school and we’re heading to a huge men’s mall. I wear my disguise of average Joe and I walk fast. I hate shopping and Nino sounds more reluctant than me.
“What kind of suit would you like to wear?”
“I don’t know, I never wore one. Something sober? Black or grey with a coloured tie? Something classy?”
He enters the first shop from a luxurious brand and he picks up some suits without hesitation. The girl of the shop smiles to him and flats his clever choices, sending him to the fitting rooms…
He winks at me for me to follow him and I sit on the round red couch in the middle of the place.
When he exits the cubicle, good bye baggy and too big T-shirt, he wears a grey suits and I’m speechless. He’s so…gorgeous. He still looks so young but his usual outfit hid his natural elegancy.
“So?”
“You’re very…pretty.” I know I’m blushing like a fool, his shy smirk is revealing enough.
A few minutes later he’s in black and I open the mouth, hoping in vain that something clever will go out. In vain. He grimaces comically and enters back the fitting room. One minute later I hear his voice from inside.
“Can you help me with the necktie, please?”
I open the curtain and come inside.
He wears a white shirt and a suit pants, low on his hips, enhancing his thinness. He’s looking down at his necktie and I try to find a way to knot it in mirror.
“I think it works like this…I’m not sure, though…I’ve never been very skilful.”
I smile without noticing and his face is suddenly so close. He doesn’t need more than my second of hesitation to take my mouth brutally. He grabs my hips and attracts me as he leans against the panel of the cubicle. I let him do willingly following his lead. On the other side of the curtain, I hear people coming and going, hanging clothes, but it sounds so far. I stuck my elbows to the wall, on each side of his face to not touch him. Because I crave to. My head is full of porn thoughts, moving me and making me so alive. I moan when he slides his thigh between my legs, my hips are moving by themselves to meet his’.
“Satoshi…” He murmurs huskily in my ear, caressing my belly.
It wakes me up suddenly and I step back, embarrassed by a too obvious and so inappropriate erection. But what am I doing to him?!
“Sorry Nino…I got carried away. It won’t happen again.”
I exit the shop like a robot trying to pull myself together. My blood is beating fast at my temples. I desired him so much. What’s happening to me? This kiss…this kiss had nothing to do with the ones we exchanged until now. It wasn’t an innocent kiss; it was the kiss two lovers are sharing to tease their desire. What will he think about me? That I’m unable to control my libido. I’d be lucky if he accepts to share my bed again.
We’re going back at home, our arms full of shopping bags and we don’t talk about the incident, I can’t.
The next day, I entrust him to Sho and Jun for the premiere.
The movie passed in a blur but I’m startled by the result on screen. Aiko is by my side and I feel her hand grabbing mine, squeezing it until the end. I don’t know if she tries to attract my attention, I don’t see her. I’ve spot the three men I looked for not so far from me and I spend my time to spy their reactions.
It’s frustrating to be so far and so close but as soon as the light comes back, I keep my eyes on them. They stand up like the rest of the theatre and begin to applause. My neighbour pulls my sleeve, forcing me to bow.
Nino winks at me and I manage to smile. Finally.
The party after the movie is too long and I take my leave as soon as I can, driving to Sho and Jun’s place.
The couple is drinking a beer and behind, on the couch, Nino is sleeping.
“Do you want a beer? He’s sleeping anyways.”
“Okay, just one.”
They drag me to the kitchen and like Sho I sit on a chair while Jun takes the work plan, like he always does.
“How was the movie?”
“We loved it. It’s gonna be a classic and you…it’s so different from your usual characters. It’s a great role.”
“And Nino? He liked it?”
“Yeah, he was so the most enthusiastic, but...”
“What?”
Their gloomy look scare me and I wonder if I’m about to hear a news which will kill me, once again.
“Do you remember when I told you there was something else with him?” Asks Jun.
“Yeah, sure.”
“We talked about it, Sho and I, and we think you should know. Even if it’s not with a light heart.”
“Now you’re really scaring me to death…what?”
“Actually he came at the hospital to talk about a lot of stuffs but…to make a long story short he’s lost.”
“He’s lost about what?”
“His sexuality. He thinks he likes boys and he’s confused. Apparently he always liked girls but he met someone.”
A brick falls heavily in my stomach.
“When?”
“When what?”
“When did he talk to you?”
“After the blood tests. It’s been months.”
“He has someone?”
“I don’t know, Satoshi, but he asked me a lot of details.”
“About what?”
“About the way you have to…proceed.”
“What?! And you answered?”
“I gave him the address of a health centre for teenagers. I guess he went there.”
“Fuck…”
“This is not the end of the world. You have to support him; it’s not easy for him. I know how it’s hard to talk about it to friends or family.”
“And if…”
“If?”
“If I’m the man he’s in love with?”
I have to tell them, I can’t keep it for myself, not anymore. I’m terrified to figure out how much, once more, I’ve been blind. And after this great disclosure I don’t want to keep the secret. Because they are our friends and the stake is too important.
Jun climbs down from his work plan and takes a chair to sit by my side.
“I’m convinced you’re the man he loves, indeed.”
I hang the head to focus on my hands.
“Satoshi, do you love him too?”
“I…I don’t know.”
They remain silent and I tell the entire story. Riko’s diary, the painful realization, Nino’s presence, his talent and his tenderness, our kisses and our sweet nights. I end with the fitting room and the huge desire I felt. Jun’s eyebrows are knitted. They keep their mouths shut and surreptitiously, Sho slides his hand in his lover’s hand and this latter smile gently.
“As expected.” He whispers, lighting a cigarette and hands it to me.
“I didn’t want this.”
“We know. But it’s here, so what will you do?”
“Nothing?” I mutter sheepishly.
“No way. You break up with him, or something will happen, it’s unavoidable.”
“I’m not gay!”
“Talk to me about it. No one is gay, everybody is. I wasn’t either when I fell for Sho.”
“And…how was it? I mean when you decided to move on to serious stuff?”
“I refuse to detail our sexual life, and if you didn’t notice, Sho is already totally mortified.”
I turn the head to look the paediatrician who blanked badly. As a matter of fact I’m embarrassing him and I laugh in spite of myself, soon imitated by Jun.
“I warned you, but you made your choice. So, assume now. And for the rest…go with the flow. You are not the first, nor the last.”
“Nothing will happen!”
“My ass…well we are going in bed now, if you don’t mind.”
I nod and follow them to the living room where Nino is still sleeping, curled into a ball.
“He can spend the night here.” Says Sho.
“We’re going back home. Thanks guys. For everything.”
I kneel and caress his cheek to wake him up. He stretches out and I sit him. He puts his hand in mine and I avoid the guy’s gazes on purpose.
Once in the car, he sleeps and lets me dragging him to bed. I fall rapidly in the unconsciousness, totally exhausted by this restless day.
His kisses wake me up in the middle of the night
He’s against me and kisses delicately my jaw and my neck, my earlobe. I keep my eyes closed, I don’t want for him to stop now, it’s too good.
But too soon, I can’t pretend anymore if I want to avoid an incident.
I stroke his cheek and put a foot on the floor to leave the bed. But he grips my arm.
“Wait.”
“I have to…shower.”
“Please, stay.”
“I can’t Nino.”
“Yes you can. Do it here.”
I’m afraid to understand but I stiff more under the implied proposition. I close my eyes very hard to think about something else but his hand doesn’t release my wrist and lead it to my lower belly, sliding my fingers under the waistband of my pyjama.
I’m about to protest but he hushes me and kisses my parted lips. His tongue caresses me and his hot breath brushes my face as his hand wrapping my wrist begins to-and-fro very explicit movements. I give up my preventions and let him do, caressing my oversensitive extremity.
“Do it…” He susurrates again “For me.”
My belly is painfully twisted and I focus on his kisses, erasing every little parasite though, wrapping my member firmly, and moving slowly. I moan on his lips and grab the nape of his neck to kiss him deeper. He thrills and comes closer. I sense is erection against my tight when his hand joins mine to slow it.
My heart skips a beat when he guides my hand to his sweater pants. I’m the one to thrill now. I brush against his glans, enjoying the way he stiffens immediately to beg for my caress. In circular movements, I caress his extremity to wet it with the first drops of precum, then get down until his testicles. He’s so responsive.
It’s fucking orgasmic to make him lose ground, to make him forget that he was kissing me so eagerly, a few seconds ago.
He nestles his mouth against my collarbone, he groans, stutters my name and quickly wraps my dick again into the hollow of his hand. He imitates my pace and I move faster, moaning loudly when he mirrors me.
I’m on the verge of explosion when I stop him.
He raises his gaze on me, confused.
“Nothing will be the same, Nino.”
“Good.” He kisses me furiously, masturbating me stronger until the devastating deliverance. I spur my semen in his hand and on my lower belly.
I don’t take the time to recover and bend on him, accelerating my to-and-fro movement on his rigid shaft, picking his scream of joy on his mouth when he releases hard and profusely all over his stomach.
We catch our breath his eyes in mine.
I withdraw my hand from his pants to grab a tissue box on the nightstand but he clings on me.
“Don’t move, please. Don’t you ever move away from me.”
He smiles happily and I can’t feel an ounce of regret.
TBC...
Author : WendyJoly
Pairing : Ohno Satoshi/Ninomiya Kazunari, Sho Sakurai/Matsumoto Jun
Rating : From PG to NC-17
Summary : Ohno Satoshi, young and promising actor just lost his wife in a car crash, an actress twice his age. She entrusted him his son, Kazunari, his worst intimate enemy.
CHAPTER 5
One week later, the promo begins.
I hate this, clearly. Talking about me to sale a movie and make it attractive is so far from my personality. Well. My overbooked schedule will keep me busy enough to be unable to reflect about my lack of talent in communication matter.
The best way to get through this is to be honest and spontaneous with the interviewer. I’m not a star, certainly not a diva, I always considered myself as a craftsman and it’s torture to try to charm people I don’t care at all. Yet I told to the production that I won’t answer to questions about Riko. I don’t want to talk about her and certainly not with a journalist.
I didn’t say a word to Jun, I probably wait the moment I’ll be less confused.
Or am I too ashamed of myself because I never realized the way she was using me?
I’m not conceited or proud but I can erase in a blink of eye what she did to me. She hurt me badly and since she’s dead, it’s far more difficult. I won’t ever be able to tell her how much I blame her…am I even allowed thinking it anyways?
I kept the secret about Nino too for so many reasons. To begin with, I can’t explain, it has nothing similar to any relationship I lived until now. Secondly, if I’m convinced that we’re doing nothing wrong, I’m perfectly aware that people won’t perceive it the same way.
We sleep together, we cuddle, we kiss but nothing more. How can I explain to someone that I need these cuddle sessions without desiring something more?
Yet, it’s the truth. We’re not a couple. I’m not gay, he isn’t either. He’s the person I care the most but I can’t imagine making love to him, not a second.
How could I?
Lost in my thoughts, I take a glance at him, as we’re cooking our dinner on the kitchen island.
“Will you come to the movie premiere?”
“With you?”
“I’ll be with the staff but Jun and Sho will be there. You’ll be with them.”
“Okay.”
“I’m glad. Do you have a tuxedo in your dressing?”
“Are you kidding me?”
I forgot the fact that his mother never took the pain to bring him along.
“We’ll buy you one.”
“I don’t want to. People won’t see me anyway.”
“So, perhaps a suit? You’ll reuse it…you can’t wear a pair of jeans and your sneakers.”
“If it makes you happy…”
“We’ll go shopping tomorrow after school.”
He smiles and slides a slice of apple in my mouth, then pecks my lips.
“Is it good?”
“It is.”
He puts his arms around my neck but I whirl around to resume my task.
He slips his hands under my T-shirt, caressing my stomach, the waist of my pants and I chuckle to push him gently.
“Stop tickling me. It’s ready, are we eating…what?”
“Nothing. Let’s eat.”
His disappointment is obvious but I hope he won’t blame me too long for dragging him to the premiere. I’m an egotist, I’m perfectly aware of it but I can’t face this day without him by my side. I need to know he will be there, that he will, maybe, be proud of me. Because I did it for him, for us, because that’s what kept me alive after Riko’s death.
This night, he sleeps far from me and I don’t want to bother him. I let him sleep the way he wants and I move to the other side of the bed. At dawn, I’m against his back, searching for his warmth and once again, I have to run under the shower. That’s the prize to pay to be with him. I’ve never been satisfied by any relationship before like I am by ours. He’s tender and sweet, we sharing a lot and the hurdles we got through linked us. As once again I find my relief under a warm shower, I wonder for the first time what will be my reaction when he will find a girlfriend. Jealousy twists my belly as I muffle my orgasm behind my clenched teeth, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. My mind struggles against this eventuality…yet this situation can’t stand for long. One day, he won’t need me this much, he will have a life on his own and I’ll have to disappear.
I prepare for the studio and he’s already gone when I enter the kitchen.
At the appointment time, I’m on the sidewalk in front of the high school and we’re heading to a huge men’s mall. I wear my disguise of average Joe and I walk fast. I hate shopping and Nino sounds more reluctant than me.
“What kind of suit would you like to wear?”
“I don’t know, I never wore one. Something sober? Black or grey with a coloured tie? Something classy?”
He enters the first shop from a luxurious brand and he picks up some suits without hesitation. The girl of the shop smiles to him and flats his clever choices, sending him to the fitting rooms…
He winks at me for me to follow him and I sit on the round red couch in the middle of the place.
When he exits the cubicle, good bye baggy and too big T-shirt, he wears a grey suits and I’m speechless. He’s so…gorgeous. He still looks so young but his usual outfit hid his natural elegancy.
“So?”
“You’re very…pretty.” I know I’m blushing like a fool, his shy smirk is revealing enough.
A few minutes later he’s in black and I open the mouth, hoping in vain that something clever will go out. In vain. He grimaces comically and enters back the fitting room. One minute later I hear his voice from inside.
“Can you help me with the necktie, please?”
I open the curtain and come inside.
He wears a white shirt and a suit pants, low on his hips, enhancing his thinness. He’s looking down at his necktie and I try to find a way to knot it in mirror.
“I think it works like this…I’m not sure, though…I’ve never been very skilful.”
I smile without noticing and his face is suddenly so close. He doesn’t need more than my second of hesitation to take my mouth brutally. He grabs my hips and attracts me as he leans against the panel of the cubicle. I let him do willingly following his lead. On the other side of the curtain, I hear people coming and going, hanging clothes, but it sounds so far. I stuck my elbows to the wall, on each side of his face to not touch him. Because I crave to. My head is full of porn thoughts, moving me and making me so alive. I moan when he slides his thigh between my legs, my hips are moving by themselves to meet his’.
“Satoshi…” He murmurs huskily in my ear, caressing my belly.
It wakes me up suddenly and I step back, embarrassed by a too obvious and so inappropriate erection. But what am I doing to him?!
“Sorry Nino…I got carried away. It won’t happen again.”
I exit the shop like a robot trying to pull myself together. My blood is beating fast at my temples. I desired him so much. What’s happening to me? This kiss…this kiss had nothing to do with the ones we exchanged until now. It wasn’t an innocent kiss; it was the kiss two lovers are sharing to tease their desire. What will he think about me? That I’m unable to control my libido. I’d be lucky if he accepts to share my bed again.
We’re going back at home, our arms full of shopping bags and we don’t talk about the incident, I can’t.
The next day, I entrust him to Sho and Jun for the premiere.
The movie passed in a blur but I’m startled by the result on screen. Aiko is by my side and I feel her hand grabbing mine, squeezing it until the end. I don’t know if she tries to attract my attention, I don’t see her. I’ve spot the three men I looked for not so far from me and I spend my time to spy their reactions.
It’s frustrating to be so far and so close but as soon as the light comes back, I keep my eyes on them. They stand up like the rest of the theatre and begin to applause. My neighbour pulls my sleeve, forcing me to bow.
Nino winks at me and I manage to smile. Finally.
The party after the movie is too long and I take my leave as soon as I can, driving to Sho and Jun’s place.
The couple is drinking a beer and behind, on the couch, Nino is sleeping.
“Do you want a beer? He’s sleeping anyways.”
“Okay, just one.”
They drag me to the kitchen and like Sho I sit on a chair while Jun takes the work plan, like he always does.
“How was the movie?”
“We loved it. It’s gonna be a classic and you…it’s so different from your usual characters. It’s a great role.”
“And Nino? He liked it?”
“Yeah, he was so the most enthusiastic, but...”
“What?”
Their gloomy look scare me and I wonder if I’m about to hear a news which will kill me, once again.
“Do you remember when I told you there was something else with him?” Asks Jun.
“Yeah, sure.”
“We talked about it, Sho and I, and we think you should know. Even if it’s not with a light heart.”
“Now you’re really scaring me to death…what?”
“Actually he came at the hospital to talk about a lot of stuffs but…to make a long story short he’s lost.”
“He’s lost about what?”
“His sexuality. He thinks he likes boys and he’s confused. Apparently he always liked girls but he met someone.”
A brick falls heavily in my stomach.
“When?”
“When what?”
“When did he talk to you?”
“After the blood tests. It’s been months.”
“He has someone?”
“I don’t know, Satoshi, but he asked me a lot of details.”
“About what?”
“About the way you have to…proceed.”
“What?! And you answered?”
“I gave him the address of a health centre for teenagers. I guess he went there.”
“Fuck…”
“This is not the end of the world. You have to support him; it’s not easy for him. I know how it’s hard to talk about it to friends or family.”
“And if…”
“If?”
“If I’m the man he’s in love with?”
I have to tell them, I can’t keep it for myself, not anymore. I’m terrified to figure out how much, once more, I’ve been blind. And after this great disclosure I don’t want to keep the secret. Because they are our friends and the stake is too important.
Jun climbs down from his work plan and takes a chair to sit by my side.
“I’m convinced you’re the man he loves, indeed.”
I hang the head to focus on my hands.
“Satoshi, do you love him too?”
“I…I don’t know.”
They remain silent and I tell the entire story. Riko’s diary, the painful realization, Nino’s presence, his talent and his tenderness, our kisses and our sweet nights. I end with the fitting room and the huge desire I felt. Jun’s eyebrows are knitted. They keep their mouths shut and surreptitiously, Sho slides his hand in his lover’s hand and this latter smile gently.
“As expected.” He whispers, lighting a cigarette and hands it to me.
“I didn’t want this.”
“We know. But it’s here, so what will you do?”
“Nothing?” I mutter sheepishly.
“No way. You break up with him, or something will happen, it’s unavoidable.”
“I’m not gay!”
“Talk to me about it. No one is gay, everybody is. I wasn’t either when I fell for Sho.”
“And…how was it? I mean when you decided to move on to serious stuff?”
“I refuse to detail our sexual life, and if you didn’t notice, Sho is already totally mortified.”
I turn the head to look the paediatrician who blanked badly. As a matter of fact I’m embarrassing him and I laugh in spite of myself, soon imitated by Jun.
“I warned you, but you made your choice. So, assume now. And for the rest…go with the flow. You are not the first, nor the last.”
“Nothing will happen!”
“My ass…well we are going in bed now, if you don’t mind.”
I nod and follow them to the living room where Nino is still sleeping, curled into a ball.
“He can spend the night here.” Says Sho.
“We’re going back home. Thanks guys. For everything.”
I kneel and caress his cheek to wake him up. He stretches out and I sit him. He puts his hand in mine and I avoid the guy’s gazes on purpose.
Once in the car, he sleeps and lets me dragging him to bed. I fall rapidly in the unconsciousness, totally exhausted by this restless day.
His kisses wake me up in the middle of the night
He’s against me and kisses delicately my jaw and my neck, my earlobe. I keep my eyes closed, I don’t want for him to stop now, it’s too good.
But too soon, I can’t pretend anymore if I want to avoid an incident.
I stroke his cheek and put a foot on the floor to leave the bed. But he grips my arm.
“Wait.”
“I have to…shower.”
“Please, stay.”
“I can’t Nino.”
“Yes you can. Do it here.”
I’m afraid to understand but I stiff more under the implied proposition. I close my eyes very hard to think about something else but his hand doesn’t release my wrist and lead it to my lower belly, sliding my fingers under the waistband of my pyjama.
I’m about to protest but he hushes me and kisses my parted lips. His tongue caresses me and his hot breath brushes my face as his hand wrapping my wrist begins to-and-fro very explicit movements. I give up my preventions and let him do, caressing my oversensitive extremity.
“Do it…” He susurrates again “For me.”
My belly is painfully twisted and I focus on his kisses, erasing every little parasite though, wrapping my member firmly, and moving slowly. I moan on his lips and grab the nape of his neck to kiss him deeper. He thrills and comes closer. I sense is erection against my tight when his hand joins mine to slow it.
My heart skips a beat when he guides my hand to his sweater pants. I’m the one to thrill now. I brush against his glans, enjoying the way he stiffens immediately to beg for my caress. In circular movements, I caress his extremity to wet it with the first drops of precum, then get down until his testicles. He’s so responsive.
It’s fucking orgasmic to make him lose ground, to make him forget that he was kissing me so eagerly, a few seconds ago.
He nestles his mouth against my collarbone, he groans, stutters my name and quickly wraps my dick again into the hollow of his hand. He imitates my pace and I move faster, moaning loudly when he mirrors me.
I’m on the verge of explosion when I stop him.
He raises his gaze on me, confused.
“Nothing will be the same, Nino.”
“Good.” He kisses me furiously, masturbating me stronger until the devastating deliverance. I spur my semen in his hand and on my lower belly.
I don’t take the time to recover and bend on him, accelerating my to-and-fro movement on his rigid shaft, picking his scream of joy on his mouth when he releases hard and profusely all over his stomach.
We catch our breath his eyes in mine.
I withdraw my hand from his pants to grab a tissue box on the nightstand but he clings on me.
“Don’t move, please. Don’t you ever move away from me.”
He smiles happily and I can’t feel an ounce of regret.
TBC...