Chapter 125: Gladly losing? (M)
Hiroshi’s hand holding Haruki in an embrace pulled Haruki closer. The warmth of the man’s body seeped through the light fabric of his pyjamas making him crave for more.
The bathroom air still clung to them, humid and heavy with the scent of soap and wet skin. Haruki leaned against the counter, lips curved in that infuriating smirk, eyes sharp as if daring Hiroshi to close the distance again.
Haruki sat on the counter his lips curved in that cool, practiced smirk that made even silence feel like a battlefield. As though daring Haruki to take the next step.
Hiroshi didn’t hesitate. His palm pressed to Haruki’s jaw, tilting his head up before their mouths collided once more. It was heated, hungry their lips sliding, parting, clashing in a storm that had been building for weeks. Haruki’s fingers curled into Hiroshi’s damp hair, yanking just enough to make him groan against his lips.
"Are you scared?" Haruki breathed, voice low and commanding, though his chest rose and fell far too quickly to match his composure. He could see the excitement shining in the man’s eyes.
Hiroshi’s reply was a soft, trembling, "No, I’m not."
Hiroshi brought his lips close to Haruki’s and sealed it as though proving he wasn’t scared. It wasn’t violent, not like Haruki’s kisses usually were. It was soft at first, warm lips brushing as if Hiroshi had all the time in the world.
That patience burned worse than any bite. Haruki grabbed his wrist, trying to twist control back into his hands, but Hiroshi only laced their fingers together, pinning Haruki’s hand against the counter instead.
The smirk vanished from Haruki’s lips when Hiroshi deepened the kiss. Slow... deliberate... his tongue coaxed rather than demanded. Haruki’s body betrayed him, responding with a sharp inhale, legs instinctively parting to draw Hiroshi closer.
The towel around Hiroshi’s hips loosened as though giving a warning sign that it was about to fall but it was ignored as Haruki’s hands skimmed down his back, nails dragging lightly against skin.
Every scratch was a claim, every bite against Hiroshi’s shoulder a mark of possession. Hiroshi let him, even leaned into the sting, his own hands lifting Haruki’s pajama top to gain access to warm skin underneath.
His fingers ran over the smooth tight skin adorning his toned muscles and the steady thrum of a heartbeat beneath. Haruki’s lips curved again when Hiroshi paused to look at him. "Admiring me?"
"Needing you," Hiroshi corrected, before dipping his head and closing his mouth around Haruki’s collarbone. The sound that left Haruki’s throat sharp, unguarded made Hiroshi’s chest tighten with something deeper than lust.
Hiroshi kissed the exposed throat, tongue tracing lazily down the sensitive line of muscle, gently, taking his time as though he had not waited weeks for this making Haruki a bit dissatisfied.
Haruki hissed, fingers curling tighter in Hiroshi’s hair, half intending to push him away but his hand stayed, holding him closer.
Damn him. Damn this calm, patient torture.
The towel around Hiroshi’s waist finally slipped to the floor. Haruki’s eyes flickered down before he forced them back up, his smirk shaky now, betraying hunger he refused to name. Hiroshi noticed, of course he noticed everything.
The towel around Hiroshi’s waist finally slipped to the floor. Haruki’s eyes flickered down before he forced them back up, his smirk shaky now, betraying hunger he refused to name. Hiroshi noticed, of course he noticed everything.
"Tell me what you want," Hiroshi murmured against his collarbone, kissing lower, leaving slow, deliberate marks with his lips.
Haruki’s body arched forward, heat pooling low in his abdomen, but his mouth betrayed him with denial. "I don’t want anything from you." He could not understand the man’s intention to starve him.
He could see the man was teasing him but there was something sexy and arousing about it, he decided to play along as much as he wanted to let the man know how much he wanted him at that moment.
"Liar."
The word was whispered as Hiroshi’s tongue flicked over a hardened peak through the thin pajama fabric, pulling a strangled sound from Haruki’s throat. He bit his lip hard, fury and arousal colliding in his chest.
"You" his voice cracked, "you’re doing this on purpose."
"Yes," Hiroshi admitted, moving lower, fingers working the buttons of Haruki’s pajama top one by one, unhurried. "And I’ll keep doing it until you stop lying to yourself."
The shirt slid off his shoulders. Haruki clenched his fists, nails digging into Hiroshi’s skin, but when Hiroshi’s mouth closed around the peak properly this time, his head fell back, eyes fluttering shut.
The pleasure was slow, burning, unbearable. He wanted it harder, rougher he wanted release but Hiroshi was teasing, giving him just enough to make his body ache for more.
"Damn you..." Haruki panted, tugging Hiroshi’s head up for another kiss. Their mouths collided again, messy, desperate, Haruki biting Hiroshi’s lower lip until he tasted faint copper.
Hiroshi groaned into the kiss ignoring the familiar, pressing closer, grinding against him just enough to make Haruki gasp. The friction was maddening, not enough, never enough.
Haruki broke the kiss with a ragged breath. "Don’t play with me."
Hiroshi’s gaze burned into his, but his voice was maddeningly calm. "I’m not playing. I’m teaching you what it feels like to be wanted, not used." Knowing he was being very daring with those words, Hiroshi could hope Haruki doesn’t end this because of the words he blurted.
Those words pierced deeper than any touch, but Haruki shoved them away, burying the ache with anger. "Then prove it. Stop teasing."
But Hiroshi didn’t. His lips ghosted over Haruki’s chest, stomach, stopping just short of where Haruki needed him most. His breath was warm, his pace unbearable.
Haruki grabbed a fistful of his hair, growling, "Do it!"
"Ask properly."
That calm demand made Haruki’s blood boil as Hiroshi pulled Haruki away from the counter and pulled down the pants of his pyjamas. His pride screamed, his body begged.
He wanted to spit another denial, to shove Hiroshi away but then Hiroshi’s lips pressed lower, just barely brushing where he was throbbing for attention, and Haruki shattered.
His voice broke, sharp and trembling. "More. I want . . . damn it! Give me more!" He was enjoying whatever teasing play Hiroshi was doing but what he would enjoy more at the moment was his long awaited release.
That was all Hiroshi needed. His mouth closed around him fully, and Haruki cried out, all the walls around his pride crumbling under the flood of sensation. His hands clutched Hiroshi’s hair, not pushing him away now but holding him there, urging more, deeper, faster.
Every stroke, every swirl of tongue, every soft hum Hiroshi made sent fire ripping through his nerves. Haruki cursed, moaned, begged without realizing it, the words tumbling out in broken fragments. "Yes . . . don’t stop . . . more."
But Hiroshi didn’t rush. He slowed when Haruki got close, dragging it out, making him writhe, sweat dripping down his temples, body arching helplessly. The denial built higher, tighter, unbearable.
"Please—" The word slipped out raw, unguarded, shocking even Haruki as it left his mouth.
Hiroshi lifted his head just enough to smirk, lips glistening. "There it is."
Before Haruki could curse him again, Hiroshi swallowed him down fully, finally giving him the release he had been begging for.
The pleasure exploded, ripping a hoarse cry from his throat as his body convulsed, one hand on the counter and the other on Hiroshi’s shoulder desperately gripping him as though he were the only anchor in the world.
He collapsed back against the counter, chest heaving, sweat-damp hair sticking to his forehead. His pride was in tatters, his voice hoarse, his hands still tangled in Hiroshi’s hair.
And Hiroshi... Hiroshi just looked at him, calm and devastatingly gentle, as if Haruki’s surrender had been inevitable all along. Haruki knew Hiroshi had started all this but he was not certain who the winner was.
He had tried to hold back for as long as he could but he ended up begging. This was not like all the other times they did this, he certainly wasn’t in control.
He had no time to think through it because he had already gotten hard yet again and the doctor on his knees before him just happened to look very sexy enough for him to continue.
He entangled his fingers in the man’s soft hair and pulled him up. Hiroshi obediently followed him and rose up.
Haruki’s finger slid over the doctor’s chin and brought his finger to the doctor’s lips. "You forgot this."
Hiroshi looked down at the white residue of what he had just swallowed now on Haruki’s finger. He pressed his lips together as though hesitating before giving in and parting his lips to take it.
He licked Haruki’s fingers before swallowing it into his mouth as though to ensure it was clean enough. When the finger finally left his lips, he tilted his lips and pressed against Haruki’s lips sharing what was left in his mouth with Haruki.
Haruki felt the urge to stop the man as he pushed him but he ended up tightening the grip he had of the man’s hair and brought him closer to deepen the already deep kiss.
Tongues sliding over each other warm moisture making it even easier. They made their way to the bed their arms keeping them close. Haruki pulled away from the kiss meeting the man’s gaze.
Haruki pushed him back suddenly, forcing Hiroshi to stumble until his thighs hit the edge of the bed. In one swift move, Haruki shoved him down, straddling his lap with fire in his eyes. The shift of dominance was deliberate, dangerous, intoxicating. His fingers curled around Hiroshi’s wrists, pinning them above his head as he leaned in, lips brushing Hiroshi’s ear.
Haruki kissed him again, deeper, rougher, as if trying to consume every ounce of resistance left. His mouth trailed lower, across Hiroshi’s jaw, down his throat, leaving red trails of teeth and tongue. Hiroshi arched under him, chest rising to meet every touch, every bite.
The room filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing, the slap of skin against skin, the creak of the sturdy bed beneath them. Haruki moved with desperation, with rage and need tangled into one. His body screamed dominance, but his eyes those trembling, stormy eyes betrayed him. They begged.
Hiroshi reached up, freed one hand from Haruki’s hold, and cradled the back of his head. He pulled him down until their foreheads touched, their mouths brushing in the barest sound of a kiss.
The two bodies glistening with sweat entangled until they both got tired.