Winter Breeze Ch. 7
#9 of Winter Breeze
Warning, this is NSFW. May contain:
Lame Dad Jokes(Hide yo Kids!)
Lame pick-up lines (Hide yo Wife!)
Alcohol Intake and underage drinking (Eh, it's not that severe. It's just one scene m'kay??!)
Mild casual cursing, and
Five page long-ass buttsex (Hide yo Hasubandos!)
Read it at your own risk!
---Le theme song
Happy Holidays!
Happy Monthsary.
Chapter Seven: Blue Moon
Following the day after last night was, well, Christmas! And what could be better than having a misunderstood love issue finally resolved, with a buffet of holiday meals and a lump of ham sitting idly in front of us, and of course the hot seat along with interrogations from Mr. Mitsuhisa and Mrs. Kazumi themselves. Aka Kouya's parents, slash future parents-in-law. Kouya was reluctant at going here first but after some persuading, I finally convinced him to pay a visit to his parent's house. Y'know, the one where I will convince them afterwards for their blessing. Or permission. Whatever.
But before we get to that part, let's rewind for a bit, shall we?
"You can use the failures of the past as an inspiration to do better in the future."
Those were the words that I said which only served as a piece of advice on the day I returned back home. But within these past few days, it was quoted for not only once, but twice by a dear friend of mine. This dear friend of mine had gone through several hurdles, and had his heart broken twice, all because of me.
But lo and behold, his shattered heart had mended once again, finding his only one and only, holding him and lips connected to his significant other, like his life depended on him. And in lieu of my place in his heart was another. A person who can see who he truly was and had put up with all his random shenanigans. A person who had suffered far more than him and had to lock his feelings again just to let this dear friend be happy. A person who can understand him. A person who loves him truly from the heart. A person whom he can call his own. A person who can be with him today, every day, and forevermore.
For fuck's sake, this ain't even a wedding yet!
And amid of all these crappy poetic monologue I had given that no one will surely ever bother giving a fuck, my lover and I found ourselves watching another pair of new found lovebirds shamelessly sucking each other's faces in front of us rather affectionately. I nudged to the person beside me and gave him a meaningful nod, saying that we should let them be. But before we have fully exited the scene, we heard a rusty bass voice,
"Mn... Nishimura, Aotsuki, thank you for your help. I- we owe you both and if anything happens, you two can always run to us." Juuichi smiled.
"One is glad to be of service." I firmly stated. Then we finally depart the area and leave the rest for them to handle on their own. Meanwhile, we found ourselves walking in an open area beside the near-frozen river, Kouya suggested to sit down and I followed suit. We sat side by side, hearing the rush of the water getting slower and slower as it was getting cold, watching the branches rustle as the wind pass through them, awakening the hibernating fireflies within and danced through the course of the night.
He leaned his head to mine and yawned, "Now ain't that just the way. It's been one hell of a night, isn't it my love?"
And I returned the action by leaning also to his shoulder and placed my arms around his waist, "I couldn't agree more, sweetheart. I couldn't agree more." Then there was silence between us, a satisfying silence that only involved listening to each other breathe and sharing the warmth as tiny puffs of smoke came from our nostrils. And that silence was broken as Kouya placed his hand over my cheek and slowly tilted my face to find his, so that I can get that vivid golden eyes of his a good look and in parallel with mine. "Hiroyuki," Kouya said calmly, making face light up as if on fire and my heart practically jumped at my throat.
"K-Kouya," I said softly. And then slowly, little by little, millimeter by millimeter, our lips are once again connected. No other verbal contact was enough to disturb us. The soft and caring look on his face that I registered more than many times in my mind, still made me feel like it was the first time. He kissed me just the way when he was afraid, when he was joyful. Just the way we both enjoyed it. A deep affectionate pleasurable chill where he let the warmth of his passed to mine, as colorful ribbons danced from behind my eyelids. Instinctively, we both wrapped our arms around each other's neck and held on tightly, as blunt fingernails dug my near-frozen skin. His other hand ran through my hair, disheveling slightly, as I repeat the same action to him We kissed like there's no tomorrow, desperate as I would call it, coming back after pulling away, not even showing care to breathe in between. I traced every teeth with my tongue and forcefully slid in to wrangle with his and taste the sweetness- To my surprise, the sweet corn flavor of umaibou had once again tickled my taste buds. Fuck, that was enough to make me melt onto his grip. Pulling back, there was a silver thread abridged between out bitten lips as Kouya instinctively licked his mouth to separate it, eyes both heavy-lidded.
And out of the blue, I stepped into what I think a landmine.
"Hey Kouya, do you want to visit your parents tomorrow?"
Note to self: Never ruin a perfectly horny good mood by talking about meeting the parents.
Kouya's eyes went wide as saucers, with his brows knitted together and a look of unamused. "S-sorry, I shouldn't have asked tha-"
With a sigh, he raised his hand in a sign of pause then he rubbed the back of his neck and confessed, "A-actually, I've been also thinking about that lately. And the more I put some thought into it, the more nervous I get of how they will think from us. Sure they accepted my choice in career but... This is different Hiroyuki. You don't simply walk into your parent's house saying 'Hey, guess what? I'm gay.'. I-I mean it's not like I'm embarrassed about us, fuck that, it's that-" He sighed again in defeat, "I just don't know how to face them like this. About us, I mean."
Pulling him close to my chest, kissing him repeatedly on his crown, "I understand," I mumbled after. Then an idea sprung up to my mind, "Sweetheart, I have a new request for you." He flinched at the question for he knew that when I used the term 'sweetheart', it would always be sincere, no matter how devious that was. So he nervously replied back, "S-sure, anything for you, my love."
I inhaled deeply, "Would you come with me to your parent's house tomorrow?" Then it struck him. And instead of driving away the attention he pretended not to hear it. "Wait, what?"
"I said, 'would you come with me to your parent's house tomorrow?'." His mouth fell low to the ground, "A-are you sure about that?" Then again, it hit us. A familiar scene from before replayed on our minds, but this time it was the other way around, and a smile crept to our faces. "Do I seriously need to repeat myself again?" and he nodded. Trying to remember the same words he gave to me as I rephrase them, Inhaling another deep breath and exhaled quickly,
"Kouya, I want you to accompany me to your parent's house on Christmas day, or do you not like that idea?"
And he nodded vigorously with a grunt, "Sure, I'll accompany you tomorrow." And then I tackled him with a giant bear hug. With a small peck to the lips, the silence resumed once more. We sat there for a few more minutes until Kouya had to complain how cold it was getting, and how it will affect his 'little friend' by freezing and falling off after. "But before that," I cut him abruptly, "Let's introduce you to my Grandparents, is that okay with you?"
"Didn't they know already about me?"
Nudging at him, "C'mon, think of it as a practice meeting your parents. It'll be fun, I promise." And then he sighed, "Fine, you owe me one this time."
I smiled, "Don't worry, Grandma makes delicious croquettes!"
Standing in front of a white modern house enveloped with a black fence on a rather grey Christmas morning, Kouya had been fidgeting on a loose end of his sweater, about how he looked and his incoming conversation with his parents. He said that he may had done it before, but this time it was different. It's true that coming out along with an instant unexpected boyfriend to your parents is indeed difficult for... inexperienced people like me and the author, even though he doesn't even have one. Once I scolded Kouya a little bit for his fidgeting, I now rang the doorbell.
"Coming!" Called by a person with a feminine voice behind the door.
"You sure this'll work out? We can still back out if you want." He whispered. "Of course, no more holding back. It's now or never-" before I could finish my sentence, it was interrupted by a female husky wearing a pink frilly apron around her waist, a white long sleeved sweater and a loose side plait that bounded her long grey hair and rested atop her shoulder. The said female Husky was none other than Mrs. Kazumi herself.
"O-oh my," She gasped as she cupped her muzzle with her hands, then she embraced Kouya fully, "Kouya, it's nice to see you again. Oh and hello to you too, Hiroyuki-kun. Merry Christmas to both of you. Please get inside, if you may. Honey, we have guests!" She shouted through the hallway.
Entering my future in-laws' house was nostalgic. The old TV set where Shun-kun, Kouya and I played video games with were still there, even with the same old game console attached. The toys Kouya used to have were arranged neatly on the shelves without a single speck of dust can be found. And the pictures of him when he was still young hung proudly on the walls. Perhaps this is how much they deeply care about him while he's gone. Maybe it was not bad to suggest to come here after all.
"What?" Came in a person with a deep, gruff voice which seemed to be disturbed by whatever's 'oh-so-exciting' program he's watching on TV. It was Mr. Mitsuhisa in a plaid white sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants (Seriously, who even wore that in the middle of winter?). "Oh, Hiroyuki-kun. A pleasant noon to you." He then stick out his hand for a handshake in which I eagerly shook back. "...And Kouya, it's nice to see you again in this fine Christmas morning." His voice is rather stoic, as cold as the weather. And by the edge of my eye caught his tail wagged a bit. Ah, he's not good at hiding his emotions either.
"Hey there, dad." Kouya simply greeted back. And there was tension in the air. The kind of tension where you can expect them to start a glowing transformation and have an epic fight. Maybe I need to stop watching too much cartoons. Nevertheless, the tension was later relieved by Mrs. Kazumi. "SO Kouya, Hiroyuki-kun, what brings both of you today?"
I didn't say a word. And neither did Kouya. We both hung our heads low and think about what to say in this kind of situation. Remembering what Kouya said last night, 'Hey, guess what? I'm gay' wasn't entirely the best conversation starter. "Why don't we sit down and have some tea?" Kazumi-san once again broke the silence and we all followed suit. We took a seat next to each other, as his parents sat at the opposite side, with only the coffee table dividing us.
Kouya finally took the courage and breathe deeply. "Hey uh, listen. I know that you both have been through a lot when I left and pursue on my career. But I'm not saying I'm abandoning that either. To get to the point, Swe- er, I mean, Hiroyuki here insisted me to come here more than have just a family bonding with you. W-well the thing is, it's t-that, Hiroyuki and I... are-"
Mr. Mitsuhisa then cut him off by reaching out and placing a hand to his shoulder, "We already know Kouya, and we approve it." And our mouths fell agape to the ground.
"...Wait, what?" we both said in unison.
Mrs. Kazumi's warm voice soon soothe us as she faced me, "Hiroyuki-kun, remember that one time in your summer vacation when I gave to you that letter and said to give it to Kouya? After meeting you there, I assumed that you guys are together already. And seeing that our son has found someone whom he can be with, I couldn't help myself but to be happy. A mother's intuition if I do say so myself. So Hiroyuki-kun, without any further ado, welcome to the family." She then embraced me tightly and warmly, in which I gladly returned it back. But in all honesty, was our relationship even from before too transparent?
"Kouya, when we first have you, I said to myself that this was the best moment of my life. When you ran away, our world began falling apart, and I couldn't help myself but putting all the blame on me, for being too harsh about your decisions, on you! I can't forgive myself for all the horrible things I've done. And I don't expect you also to forgive me instantly either. I was the one who tore up this family apart." A sign of regret flashed on his face. "But you proved me wrong there, son. And I couldn't be even more prouder. You have grown a lot Kouya, physically, mentally and emotionally. And now, my son, you now have someone you can call your own. This may be the next best thing that had ever happened to me. And the next best thing that have ever happen to you too. You're a good kid, Kouya, despite all the bad luck all you can ever have in this world."
He then awkwardly gestured for an embrace as Kouya finally gave in to his father's warm grasp. "I... I just want you to know that I'm really, really proud of you, my little Rockstar."
Kouya stood astonished and then rubbed his nape, "...W-wow, gee thanks dad. I, um... I'm honored."
A smile slowly crept up to Mr. Mitsuhisa's face, "...Hello 'Honored', I'm dad."
Our lunch came in smoothly. Well, save for this hot seat I'm in. The moment we all sat by the table, the attention was more focused on us rather than on the food that is getting cold by the moment ("Well we can always put them on the corner." "Dad, please don't tell me that's another joke..." "Why would that be, honey?" "Because it's ninety degrees." "...Dad, no."). And despite Kouya and my efforts combined, we couldn't escape the obligatory Q&A portion. With Kouya pinching the edge of his muzzle, brows furrowed.
"So, how long did you two became together?" Mitsuhisa-to-san asked. "W-well, we've been together for almost four months now, with tomorrow being our fourth monthsary." As-a-matter-of-factly I sheepishly replied.
Kazumi-ka-san mused at Kouya, "Oho, So you two have any romantic plans for tomorrow like a dinner date, or perhaps a movie date, or maybe-" She gasped, "Don't tell me you two are going for th-'that'! Do the two of you use protection at the very least?!"
Kouya dropped the silverware with utter surprise, "Oh my god mom! Please don't make conclusions like that!"
"Be well as it may, Kouya," He spoke in a suspiciously calm manner then handed Kouya a small nicely gift-wrapped box. "Consider this as my Christmas gift." Then Kouya slowly unwrapped it only to find out that what's inside was a box of... condoms?
"Since when did you have the time to do this?!" Kouya barked as he threw the box at his dad, hitting him right in the forehead. And Mitsuhisa-to-san stood up, "Hey, that's no way to treat you old man like that even after you received something from him!"
"Then who the hell actually gives their own son a box of condoms on Christmas day?!"
"Whaaat? At least I made myself clear by telling you to be safe! That aside, who topped?"
"What the actual fuck, dad?!"
"I just wanted to know if I gave to you the right size. See, these things stretch for whatever the girth is. The partner's er.... 'inner walls', however can hopefully..."
"For the love of- Dad, please, we're eating!"
"Well too late. You asked for it."
"Dad, no."
As the two continue their bickering, Kazumi-ka-san and I continued eating the honey-glazed holiday ham in silence as if nothing is happening around us. Why do I feel like something like this had happened before?
"This is the second reason why I left you in the first place!"
Time had come fast and it was time for us to leave. Mainly because we have a band practice for our gig tonight. Kouya, who finally accepted the beaten box of condoms and put it in the helmet container at the seat of his bike, invited both of his parents to come see them perform at a live house in Kazenari. And they happily accepted it. Now skimming our way to the studio, we found the rest of the band already prepping their positions.
"Took you both long enough. Did you two have an after lunch sex or something?" Keisuke greeted, while Yuuki on the other hand was too pre-occupied to be his straight man today. "Shut it Kei, I'm more than physically exhausted to deal with you right now. And no, we wouldn't do things like that. 'sides, I went to my parent's house to have lunch." Kouya retorted back.
Keisuke mused, "Oooh, tell me the details. Me likey some juicy info."
"Kei," Yuuki finally joined in, "if you don't stop being an outdated caveman, I will personally shove something more than 'Juicy' up in your ass." he threatened with his infamous death glare. Keisuke soon shut his mouth after.
And so, our band practice went on without any further ado. Every song on the set list was nicely executed by each members. Even the solos assigned were perfectly performed. Perhaps everyone's in a good mood today. At our break, Jun-kun offered us some homemade gingerbread cookies, then Yuuki later shared the Christmas cake to us, with Keisuke whining about not getting the house instead of Santa on sleigh. After our short break, we then return to practice with high energy and continued where we left off. And it went well exactly as it was before we took the short break. Stopping in a high note, we decided to wrap it up.
Three hours and a half before the performance.
Finishing the band practice on a high note was indeed a good idea. Everyone was fired up for the upcoming gig tonight. We later arrived at the Minasato shrine to pray of our success and other band necessities. We each threw in our offerings to the offertory box, with Keisuke once again borrowing a 100¥ coin instead of using his 500¥ coin; then shook the bell, the obligatory two claps, and the prayer afterwards.
"May we all get better at playing our music..."
"May we all continue to have lots of fun together..."
"May we all able to eat all the great delicious cake that our sweet little Yuuki brought us- KUH! M-may we become better as a band..."
"May we all be able to get our first debut..."
"May we all stayed together the way as we are in the future..."
Later at the bottom of the shrine, Keisuke clenched his fist then pumped into the air with a suspicious swelling bump on his head, "Right! We'll meet up at the live house at seven sharp. Anyone who's late have to receive the punishment game!"
"Please don't yell at the shrine, it's disrespectful." Yuuki pleaded. "And wasn't that supposed to be my line? Careful there, you might want to keep your words or else I'll decide the punishment game." He then glared at him, mentally boring holes in Keisuke's head.
"A-anyways," Keisuke coughed, completely ignoring the glare drilling on at the back of his head, "Everyone can go home and prepare. Take a bath, meditate, calibrate, tune, or whatever you can do to kill time, just make sure we're all alive and perky for tonight. Everyone got that?"
"Yeah!"
"I can't hear you! I said 'Everyone got that!'"
"YEAH!"
"YE GOOD-FER-NUTHIN' ROWDEH PUNK-ASS MEDDLIN' TEENAGURS SHUT THE FUCK UP N' DUN' YELL AT YE SHRINE!"
But before the caretaker of the shrine call Uncle Shigure, we all ran and went in our separate ways with a few hours to kill time. I hopped on Kouya's bike them we rode back to his apartment.
Three hours left until the performance. Eight more hours until the big day.
Tucking in my ancient flip phone in my pocket, Kouya had already unlocked the door to his apartment then made a straight beeline to the couch, flopping his whole body weight into it. Hopefully the couch can handle him. I head to his direction and asked for his legs to move so I can sit. "It's been a rough day..." He groaned. Then I leaned down, topping him, as I land a kiss to his neck. "I couldn't agree more, sweetheart. By the way, you know that I already gave you your present yesterday but, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for not getting you a present on both today and tomorrow."
"Shh... Don't be." He rubbed my back. "Seeing you is enough to be my Christmas gift. In fact, you don't also have to give me anything tomorrow. Just the two of us is enough. And speaking of presents..." He asked me to move aside then gingerly stood up and trailed off to his bedroom to get a nicely wrapped thin square box with a fancy bow on it, which was later given to me.
'To: My Precious Nerd Bae, From: The Emo-Haired Dork' was inscribed in the tag. "Really? 'Emo-Haired Dork'?" I laughed. Then I slowly unwrap it to reveal a back-to-back promotional CD albums, including a signed poster of my favorite anime: 'Release!'. My mouth hung low as I realized I was set up by both Jun and Kouya! Once I heard that from Jun-kun, I was quite surprised to hear that Kouya also listened to them too. Which was really stupid of how I not realized that the items was for me all along! I shook my head, "Well played, Kouya. Well played."
"But wait, there's more." He added. Oh my, what could he have possibly in store that could made things either better or worse? "Lately I was thinking that we don't have sex until now, and I've been curious about it and..."
"'...And'? Just get on with it! The tension is killing me!"
Then he started playing with his fingers, "Well, I-I've been curious on how to be in the, uh... receiving end?" My jaw fell lower to the ground in disbelief that HOLY SHIT Kouya wanted to bottom?! "A-Are you sure about that?"
"Y-Yes! I mean, unless you wanted to bac- wait, can I revise that statement for a sec?" And I nodded. Kouya took a quick inhale as he knelt and took my hand, "Hiroyuki, my love, I want you to do me from behind, under my permission to ram up my ass, or do you not like that idea this time?"
"Sweetheart," I started steady and slow. "As much as I wanted to do crazy and weird shit with you, there is only one logical answer to that.
Two words: Fuck. Yeah."
Now I'm not gonna tell you how undeniably and incredibly inactive and lame our sex life was. But what I'm going to tell you all, is how I got my wonderful Christmas present. As soon as I gave him my answer, he gave me a lopsided grin then gripped my whole body with his arms, and lifted me in princess style as I hung my arm around his neck, and he made a straight beeline to his bedroom. Kouya dropped our bodies on the bed, making complaints from it on how heavy we are combined. He partially raised his body with his knee as support, his dreamy golden eyes in parallel with mine. Our breaths were ragged as visible puffs of smoke came out both from our mouths and nostrils. "So, uh, before you can fully go all out on me, I... I want you to tell me a really lame cheesy pick-up line...?"
My eyes went wide, "OHMYGOD Kouya, really?" My face is practically now burning red. He placed his warm hand to my thigh as he spoke to me with a shit-eating grin, "Hiroyuki Nishimura, do you have a Band-Aid?" He said steadily.
I raised my eyebrows.
"'Cuz I scraped my knee falling for you."
...Fuck.
That alone made my heart skipped a beat as I flush harder, blooming butterflies at the very pit of my stomach called 'Hell's corner'.
Shit, I think I forgot how to blink also. My mouth opened and closed helplessly wordless, like a fish gasping for water.
"Oh no," I finally started, "You're not the only one who has a fucking pick-up line. C'mere." As gingerly as he can, he leaned closer to me, directly facing and staring at me intently, bending his arms for support.
"Hey," I abruptly spoke, giving him my most devious smile.
"Hey,"
"By any chance, do you have a wrecking ball?"
Now it's his turn to raise his brows.
"'Cuz I'm so gonna destroy that ass!"
He paused for a moment, "...My god, you're the worst."
"I know I amMmngh..." My words were cut off when he attacked my mouth with his, soft and warm kisses were exchanged. His long tongue slithered to my mouth as I reciprocate the same action, Warm exhales were now creating small puffs of smoke, as fireworks bloomed at the back of my eyes. He shifted his hands underneath my hoodie, caressing his warm fluffy hand and brushing his fingers against my cold-bitten skin, and his blunt nails digging softly once again to my cold skin and making swirling patterns along the way which made me instantly melt onto his grip. Pulling back, he gestured for me to sit up then he unveiled my torso by taking off my hoodie then we both lie down again. He muzzled at my skin with a soft mewl as he traced small kisses on my body. He made a small pit stops at my nipples as he played with them, then proceed to playfully bite every inch of my body. Oh I wonder how many constellation of hickies will I get tomorrow?
When he got down under, he worked his way through my belt using his bare teeth and tongue, and asked me to shuffle out of my skin tight jeans, leaving my boxer briefs behind. He growled with a low husky tone at my fairly lean frame, "Lookin' good there, babe..." And I slowly sat up, "Aren't you a bit overdressed?" I mumbled.
Scoffing lightly, he immediately took off his sweater, revealing his lean built frame. As for me on the other hand, I was mentally complaining on how painfully slow it was for get him undressed. It's like, I want to rip him out of his clothes.
With my mouth to be precise. Give or Take.
As he was about to unbuckle his belt, I instantly stopped him. "Wait," I leaned in closer and look at him directly in the eyes from below, "Can I?" And he nodded.
Giving a light squeeze to his trapped erection made him took a sharp breath. Looking up, his face was heavily flustered and half-lidded eyes that brimmed with lust kindred to him. With a long exhale, I work my way on his pants and I unzipped his fly. Pulling it down, revealing a thick piece of almost frozen meat drooling small amounts of pre. Intending to tease him a little bit, I slowly masturbate it as I gave more pressure to the squeeze at the base, making a foggy distant look and a moan of pleasure with a derailing raspy voice. Giving a little kiss at the tip, trailing down to his shaft, then sliding my tongue all the way back up, I savored the flavor of the mesmerizing, alluring, and salty pungent taste of his dick then swallowing the whole head inside, and finally taking the whole shaft without asphyxiating. I held on to his buttocks as he ran his hand through my hair and started to thrust his hips, "Ahhh, that's it..." he exhaled. Shortly after, I was now pitching a tent in my boxer briefs. As I was enjoying myself, he suddenly stopped thrusting,
"Wait." He retreated his dick, "Just a sec." He placed his warm hand on my chest and pushed me, laying on my back. I quickly raised my head and looked at him questionably in the eyes as he placed his hand now on my erected bulge.
"Can I?" He asked.
I nodded sheepishly then he slowly jacked off my cock through the fabric. My heart now was beating harder, ricocheting heavily against my chest as he slid off my underwear, exposing now my erection. He looked at me with the same shit-eating grin then he marveled and studied every inch of my cock. "D-don't look at it like that!" I flustered.
"'s not my fault you have a nice dick." He retorted. Oh the urge of kicking him right into his face. If he wasn't so goddamn handsome all the time, I would've done that already. But before I can respond to that, he licked from the base of the shaft, towards to the tip, sending jolts of pleasure running through my body.
F-fuck, he's good. The ecstasy is killing me.
He then took on the whole shaft inside his mouth, gently as he can to prevent his canines to scrape along my skin, giving warm exhales as he reached the base. He bobbed his head repetitively and skillfully as loud moans and other obscenities escaped through my mouth, he continuously lather up my cock, sending me in a seventh heaven tier. "A-ah! Kouya, I-I'm close-!" but before I can finally release my lustful seed, he painfully stopped at where I was about to orgasm. Then he made sure to break off the string of saliva that bridged between his mouth and my dick. "I'm not gonna let you cum that easily." He teased.
Kouya held on the edge of the bed frame and bent forward, showing me that big juicy ass as he wiggled it for tease. I feel like I wanted to ram into him right now, my dick is now rubbing against his buns (Surprisingly, the loose ends of his fur tickled my balls!), but I heard him chuckle. "C'mon, that's no way to have sex!" He teased. At first I was dumbfounded that I didn't understand what he meant. I gave him once again the questionable look, "Man, you're hopeless." Was his reply. And after that, he stuck his tongue out.
O-oh! I get it!
Readjusting myself as I took a nice grip at his ass, I lowered my body to face his hole. My mind wandered of what it will be or taste like. I mean, I've never done this before. Licking another man's ass, that is. My sincere condolences to the people who assumed it will taste horrible.
Nope, a man's gonna do what a man's gonna do! I nervously stick out my tongue as I spread his butt wider, until a suspicion rolled on my mind...
"Don't you DARE fart on my face or else I'm so gonna destroy that ass until you can't walk again!" His body stiffened and I heard him gulped. So he was planning to do that all along! It's a good thing I have this intuition of mine that never fails. I slapped his ass as hard as I could, earning another embarrassingly loud high-pitched yelp. "OW! Just hurry up and let's get this thing over with!" He pleaded.
I chuckled on that statement. Instead of repeating the former action, I sucked in two fingers then after that I spread his ass a bit wider as I rub the tip of my fingers against his hole. I played there for a bit longer then I pushed my index as slow and gentle as I could with ease, then I felt a little shiver coming from him. Wow, inside of him was... warmer than I thought. The way the inner walls reacted to my touch, the way it constricted around my fingers then relaxing a moment after, telling me that he was pleased of what I'm doing. While taking my my time exploring a newfound location, it was painfully excruciating. The more I stayed in there, the more tension we felt, and the urge to jam it in was killing both of us.
Entering my middle finger, I heard him whimpered and hiss as he tipped his head back.
Adding my ring finger made him moan and muttered something incoherent but understandably foul under his breath.
With soft kisses and cooing words of apology, I continue pushing my fingers back and forth until I hit a small lump inside, making his breath hitch. "T-there," He quivered as the pain ebbed. "H-hit that part again." And I did as I told. Taking a peek at his face, his cheeks were completely flustered, eyes shut tight as he could as tears formed at the edge, and teeth gritted with a bit of saliva dripping from his mouth. His moaning became much louder and longer as I press further his prostate. "Fffffffuuuuuccckk.... Just jam it in already! I can't stand it no longer..." He pleaded.
"Hungry for my cock aren't ya?" I leered as I took out my fingers. "Pitiful."
"Sh-shut up!" He barked. "Just do it... B-before I change my mind."
"Shh... It's alright, baby. Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop immediately." And he faintly nod in return. I held on to his buns and brush my dick against it as I took a deep breath. Looming my dick parallel to his entrance, "H-here it comes." I notified.
He bit his lower lip when I slowly started to push my head in. "A-almost in there." His eyes fluttered as I went in further and a grunt escaped from his lips until my whole shaft was inside. We paused for a moment as Kouya was now panting. "Y-You can start moving now," He ordered, with face completely flustered from the pleasure he's receiving. I began to move my hips in a steady manner, as gingerly as I could, pulling out then pushing it inside again. He tightly grab on to the covers, tipping slightly his head back. On the other hand, the inner walls once again compressed against my shaft tightly then relaxed a little. The warmth of his insides made me melt with luxury. Damn he felt to nice.
He licked his lips, "F-faster... Give it to me, faster." And I did. My hips started to move on its own as I gripped harder to his handles. My thrusts was growing more and more until it became more erratic and groans, equally as his moans, and grunts were, as the bed springs creaked wildly. Complaining how rowdy our actions were. I took out my dick and forcefully flipped his body to lie on his back then entering once again, with the same rhythmical force as before. I pressed down his legs as loud slapping sounds filled the frozen room. Now hitting his prostate multiple times as hard as I could, he gripped onto the railings of his bed frame as he bit his lips.
Reaching down, I huffed to his ears, "T-tell me, how much do you fucking need me?"
"So-ah-f-fucking-ah-badly..." He whined in return. "I...I want-ah!-need your-ah-dick! P-please... Harder!" His voice was too raspy to continue on, making him cry out in return. Instead, he reached out for my right hand and leading it to his dick, asking for more pleasure.
"How subtle." I only mumbled in return.
"Sh-Shiiit Hiroyuki...ah," He groaned. "G-gonna-ah-cum!"
F-fuck, I can't hold it in either.
"K-Kouya...Mngh-Together!" And I immediately pulled out then slammed my mouth to his. My warm dick brushed against his cold cock, triggering our orgasms as white ropes flew wildly and seared his abdomen. We both growled on how utterly perfect and satisfying that orgasm was. I collapsed down beside him, heavily breathing, as puffs of warm air flew out. Kouya sluggishly turned to his side, facing me. His eyes were closed and bangs disheveled on his face. He opened his eyes, revealing that damned sexy drowsy look of his, and gazed over my soft worn-out look. "Merry Christmas, my love." He panted.
"Merry Christmas to you too, sweetheart." I replied back. Then I beckoned him to get up, "C'mon, let's go have a shower together. The gig will be in a couple of hours."
He said nothing in return. Instead, He shifted closer, brushing off the sweat within my face, then leaned over to kiss me gently on the lips. And he began running off, albeit staggering.
"Last one to the showers will bottom next time!"
Thirty Minutes before our performance.
We later arrived at the café near the live house in Kazenari. Kouya had to manage how to walk normally without staggering towards to the tables where the rest had settled in. He also grunt in pain as he sat, which made Kei chuckled in suspicion.
Twenty-seven Minutes until performance.
Entering the live house was, well, new for me. Considering that it's actually my first time here and as the new manager of Musikus, I have to make sure I got the ropes. And as anyone would guess, different bands were here too, including the ones that they had competed before. Woah, there's even a death metal band over there too. Just by looking at them, everyone here inside seemed to be too much of a hardcore.
"Hey there."
"Howzit goin'?"
"Yo!"
"Nice to meet'cha!"
O... kay.
This just proves that no matter how hardcore or as deadly as anyone would look, in the world of music, 'First Impressions' are completely irrelevant. Then the owner of the establishment enthusiastically came barging in through the door like a hero of an action-packed movie would do (Was that really necessary? And who actually does that?). Wow, their enthusiasm surely are on a complete different league compared to ours.
As he handed out the program list, it was written that we will be the second band to play and each band has twenty minutes. And a crew member came by and gave us the back stage passes and our setup sheet. Yuuki-sensei's and Jun-sensei's teachings never failed me as I filled out each required spaces such as song list, lightings, acoustic styling, banters and other necessities.
Five Minutes.
By the time the same crew member called out our names, the first band was now in the middle of the heat in their performance. The crew man escorted me to the effects studio as the others relaxed themselves.
One minute.
We are now huddled together in a small group, hoping for the success of their performance. With a team cheer, I now settled at the studio as the others reached for their instruments.
Ten seconds.
Reaching in for the mic, I introduced the band.
"And now, the next band performance comes from here also in Kazenari. With a deep passion for the love of music making, everyone give it up for 'Musikus'!"
Loud calls and claps came after as the stage curtain revealed four figures. The drummer rose his sticks up high and started tapping each other,
"One, Two, Three, Four. One Two Three-!"
An hour and a half later, after all the performances and closing remarks had been covered, we were soon greeted by our fans. Specifically, the gang, their parents, and a few random people.
"Maaan, you guys really outdid yourselves this time!"
"Dude, that was awesome!"
"Nii-chan, that was great!"
"That's one hell of a solo there, Kouya.
"*Intensified fangirl screaming* Kyaaa!~ He smiled at me!!"
Okay, I'm not going to relay one by one all the comments and praises we received. And I'm definitely not going to tell every gross fangirl that is having an orgasm whenever one of our members batted an eye on them. I can be very territorial, thank you very much.
Erhm.
Now where was I?
Oh yeah, the after performance.
Instead of their usual 'celebration for the success of the performance which is definitely not a party', Keisuke and I managed to settle things by telling the others that they should all go home and celebrate the remaining time with their families. And since all of our immediate families were present at that time, excluding my grandparents of course, we got to celebrate the remaining hours of Christmas to their house once again. Kouya and I even got the chance to see Mitsuhisa-to-san's genuine heart melting trademark smile. Perhaps I know now whom Kouya inherited his good looks from.
As the two of them rode the red Mitsu (No pun intended), Kouya and I prep ourselves at his bike. Later on, we then arrived at their house and have our own 'celebration for the success of the performance which is definitely not a party'. Mitsuhisa-to-san even took out the sweetest wine my tongue had ever laid upon. It wasn't even close to an hour when I became drunk already. And it wasn't even hard for them to follow suit either, with Kazumi-ka-san retired early for the night in order to prevent 'accidents' and said to us before going to be that we should all 'brace for the impact that is being handed on to our asses tomorrow'.
The rest were blank afterwards.
Alright, the next day.
Also known as, the big day. The news said there was going to be a lunar eclipse tonight. But still no faint sign of snowfall.
We're just going to skip a part where Kazumi literally worked our asses off the following morning. In which I think it was a trap for 'Whoever gets drunk and crash at my house tonight, shall be my cleaning slaves that next day' scheme.
Moving on, after that tedious clean-up and one hell of a hungover, we are now at Raimon to have our 'suggested' lunch date in which we manage to get a reward money for having their house spotless.
Heh, I told you I was a clean freak.
And by the time after our date, as we were walking home, we spotted the rest of the gang along with few people and kids skating gleefully at the thick frozen river. Wow, Grandpa was right. Even if it wasn't snowing, it was surely cold enough to freeze the river.
Kyouji and Soutarou, as per usual, are on their date (For how many times, I don't know either. Do these two even have cute fights over small things?). While Kyouji tried to teach Sou how to skate with them holding hands, and once Sou tripped a little, Kyouji would always be there by his side and tried to catch him before he fell over. For some unexplainable reason, I can see their warm orange aura from here. Heh, may the magical power of cheese/fluff/kawaii compels to both of you.
On the other hand, the newlywed couple are having their first date. Though it would seem that they're not used to it yet. To put it bluntly, they are both flushed to the ears, eyes are looking away from each other, and skating smoothly with an awkward straight body position (How is that even possible?). However, even from up here I can see both of them are holding hands. Talk about awkward first dates.
Shin-kun was eagerly reading his book in silence at the riverside.
Kounosuke was busy taking pictures for his portfolio album.
Shun-kun was skating happily with a dark ominous shadow tailing behind him, practically scaring-off the people around him.
Tatsu-ni, along with the Midoriya Group, was repairing the old wooden bridge by affixing metal bars underneath for full support.
And there was Kouya and I who sat beside Shin-kun, enjoying the rest of the view in a cold gray afternoon. A while later, Juuichi and Torahiko noticed us and now gliding their way to our direction. Juuichi took the honor of greeting first as Torahiko took out an aluminum canister. And after a few call to others, the rest then showed up with each of us receiving a delicious cup of somewhat a blend of honey and vanilla.
Despite of how it was getting colder as time flew by, we still continue on to our talking, sharing stories of how they came across this or that, until it finally went down into a (definitely not underage drinking!) game of 'Two truths and a lie'. And by the almost full moon was affixed to the sky, it was finally my turn. "Alright Hiroyuki, do your worst!" Tatsu-nii mused.
"Alright, here it goes: I dumped Torahiko, I secretly play an instrument in the band, and I'm dating Kouya. Which one do you think is the lie?"
"Well one thing's for sure," Juuichi started, "Is that you dating Kouya is definitely a lie."
"Yeah," Soutarou joined in, "You did said that you and Kouya aren't dating..."
And the rest of the comments followed the majority. While they await for my answer, a smile crept up to my face as for the first time in five years, a single snowflake dropped before our faces with a gentle winter breeze. Everyone was surprised as they all look up to view in awe the fullness of the lunar eclipse giving a faint cool blue hue, with a halo surrounding it.
"You've got to be kidding me." Torahiko later broke the silence with eyes wide open.
"Bottom's up, losers!"
To be concluded in an Epilogue