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There was something truly otherworldly about being in an empty convenience store after midnight. It was like being transported to a different world filled with fluorescent lights, colorful labels, and elevator music. Haruta sluggishly walked through the aisle, grabbing a bag of chips on his way to the cash register. He paid with some loose change from his sweatpants and walked back into the night.
He had been in Shanghai for a bit over a month now, and it was now the height of summer. Night after night, Haruta woke up with his shirt clinging to him from the heat. Sleep hadn't been coming easy to him, even now that he'd opted to sleeping in only his underwear.
Rounding the corner onto his street, he climbed the steps up to the fourth floor and opened the door to his apartment. The place was unbelievably small; essentially one big room that served as both a living room and bedroom, a bathroom, and a tiny kitchen cubby. Which was fine, he guessed, as it left him with less area to make messy.
That's not to say it wasn't messy, though. His habits had improved a bit from one year ago. He could manage to do laundry every few days, and he usually put the garbage out on the right day. However, clothes were still regularly strewn across the floor, and the coffee table was covered in food wrappers and business papers.
With a sigh, he slipped out of his clothes once more and plopped down onto his futon. The digital clock beside his head read "2:40 AM" in bright red. Haruta opened the bag of chips and shoveled a handful into his mouth. Holding his phone in his other hand, he opened his chat application and clicked on Maki's picture.
Can't sleep. Miss you. He typed out.
Before pressing the send button, he hesitated for a moment. Maki was probably asleep, and he didn't want the message to wake him up. He had work the next day, after all. And yet, he couldn't resist. Haruta really did miss him, and craved his attention. So he pressed the button and waited.
It had been hard being without Maki for a month, of course, but he had already spent a year being on distant terms with him. They were now together, and closer than ever before. As long as he knew Maki was his, he was sure he could endure the distance for a few more months. He trusted him, and knew they were both strong enough to do this.
His phone vibrated.
Miss you too.
Maki sent a photo right after. He was laying on his side in his underwear and one of Haruta's t-shirts. His eyes looked puffy and sleepy, bottom half of his face obscured by his pillow. The sight made his heart rate speed up.
Wish you were here.
Me too, Maki.
There was no response for about 30 seconds.
Can I have a picture too?
Haruta laughed softly. Maki was usually the one sending the pictures first, and he was always asking for them in return. Not that he minded. Holding his phone above him, he snapped a photo of his face and torso, which was now sprinkled in chip crumbs. His hair was a mess and his eyes were half-closed. Without hesitation, he sent it.
I shouldn't find that as hot as I do. replied Maki.
Haruta sent a laughing emoji, biting his lip and smiling. Let's sleep. Gotta work tomorrow.
Look at you, being responsible!
Shut up! I love you.
I love you too.
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The couple had dedicated Sundays to video calling eachother. Haruta looked forward to his day off even more than usual because of this. He always made sure to have some an souvenir or candy to show Maki, as well as a funny story about his life in Shanghai.
He woke up that Sunday with a smile on his face, excited to see Maki and talk to him (almost) face-to-face. Pushing the papers and candy wrappers onto the floor, he set his laptop down on the table and turned it on. Once it had loaded and he set up the webcam, he sat and waited for Maki's call.
As expected, Maki called right at 10AM. Haruta couldn't press the "accept" button fast enough. Maki's camera turned on, and he smiled in that shy way of his that made Haruta fall even harder for him. He was already dressed, in the floral shorts he had bought last year and a plain red t-shirt.
"Good morning, sunshine!" Haruta said, singing the words out jokingly.
Maki laughed and bit his lip. "Shut up…"
Behind him, Haruta could spot a wide array of plants on the window sill. Herbs, succulents, and even two large monsteras. Over the last month, they had seemed to multiply.
"Are you turning our house into a greenhouse?" Haruta joked with a pout.
Maki laughed and looked back. "You don't like them? The place was in need of freshening up."
Haruta nodded his head slowly. After all, it was all thanks to Maki that the house stayed as clean as it was now. And he didn't mind his hobby at all, honestly. Especially if it put a smile on Maki's face.
"I was joking! Anyway…you look happy."
"Of course I do! I'm talking to you!"
Despite his best efforts, Haruta's cheeks burned and his grin was undeniable. Laughing giddily in response, he scratched the back of his head.
"O-oh! I'm happy too!"
"You're so cute." Maki said with a laugh. "How's the project going?"
Haruta pouted, playing with a hole in his t-shirt. "So boring…I miss you and I miss the office. Hell, I even miss Takegawa at this point! How sad is that?"
Maki smiled and took a sip of his tea. "Speaking of, he finally found a new boyfriend. He says he's a young nurse."
"No way, good for him! About time!" Despite the snarky comment, Haruta really was happy for him. He wasn't as bad as he had initially thought. On top of that, pining after someone you couldn't have wouldn't get the man anywhere.
Without noticing, Haruta had only managed to make the hole in his shirt bigger and bigger from pulling and tugging at it. At this point, he could probably fit three fingers inside.
Maki raised an eyebrow and clicked his tongue. "Geez, look at what you're doing! Now you've ruined the damn thing!"
"Who cares? It was cheap anyway!"
"Then take it off! It has no more use now!"
"Maybe I wil-" Haruta stopped abruptly, a smirk slowly spreading across his lips. "Is this gonna be one of…THOSE…chats? Perv."
"Shut up!" Maki couldn't hide his smile, a natural reaction to being found out.
Haruta moved a little bit back from the camera, hands going down to the hem of his shirt. "Fine, here I go! You watching?" He pulled it up slowly, moving in a way that could only be described as "an attempted stripper dance." The whole thing ended up looking like his shirt was a rabid animal he was desperately trying to shake off.
By the time his shirt was off, his hair had gotten all staticy and messed up. Through the curtain of hair, Haruta caught the way Maki bit his lip as he looked at him. Oh, it really was going this be one of THOSE kinds of chats, if that look was anything to go by.
"When are you still finding time to work out with the workload you have now?"
"I can't just tell you all my secrets, Maki! Besides, don't you find the mystery a little bit sexy?"
Maki rolled his eyes at that. "Not really. Can you take off your pants now?"
Haruta sputtered at that. The others would never guess that diligent and polite little Maki was so straightforward when it came to sex. If Haruta was honest with himself, it was a complete turn-on.
"I'll take off my pants if you take off your shirt!"
It had took him a while, but Haruta had come to learn how much he loved Maki's chest. His hands always seems to gravitate there eventually. He realized he missed spooning with Maki at night, and waking up with a hand latched on to one of his pecs.
Maki slipped off his shirt without comment and set it on the back of the chair. He stayed silent then, looking at Haruta expectantly. With a gulp, Haruta slipped off his sweatpants, leaving him standing in only his underwear. He cursed under his breath when he realized he was obviously half hard.
"Nice!" Maki exclaimed with a grin.
Haruta made a desperate sound and pointed at the webcam. "This is your fault, you know!"
"Oh, I know…" Maki replied, sounding proud. "And if you calm down for a second, I'll help you out."
"H-h-help?" He immediately sank back down and sat on the floor. "Okay."
"Move the camera down a bit."
Nodding, Haruta did as he was told.
"Touch yourself. So I can see it." Maki took another sip of tea, looking at Haruta from behind the cup.
Wordlessly, he obliged. Tugging down his underwear, he began to slowly stroke himself. His eyes shifted from looking down at what he was doing, back up to Maki, and then back down.
"Look at me."
His cheeks burned as he did just that. Maki had moved closer to the camera now, a smirk in place on his lips. It made a pleasant shiver run down his spine.
"Good boy. Now…I want you to imagine I'm there. I'm kissing your stomach and your thighs. You're begging me to stop teasing." He stops and takes a deep breath. " I keep it up for a while, until you're whining and begging. That's when I take you into my mouth."
The sound that left Haruta's mouth was pitiful. He could clearly imagine the way Maki would look at him from between his legs, those beautiful eyes of his speaking silent words of devotion. How wet and hot his mouth was, how he knew exactly what he was doing. His hand sped up a bit and his hips bucked.
Maki continued, keeping his cool a lot easier than Haruta. "Then I take you deep, until you can feel the back of my throat." His voice grew deeper as he went on, a glint in his eyes. "You can barely stand it…I look up and nod at you, and you see that look in my eyes. So, you grab onto my hair as you begin to fuck my mouth-"
"M-Maki!" Haruta sputtered out in disbelief, so aroused that tears were pricking at the corners of his eyes.
"That's right...you call out my name just like that. 'M-maki! Your mouth feels so good!' " he teased, his voice high.
"I-I don't sound like that!" The words came out as a gasp as he threw his head back. He was sitting with his legs spread now, hand moving fast as he chased his release.
"God, you look so beautiful like this...showing me that pretty cock of yours…" Maki said, biting his lip. The compliment somehow made Haruta blush more than the other lewd comments. Maki continued.
"You're begging me at this point. You want me to make you cum. So, I grab onto your hips and begin to move. You can feel my throat contract as I struggle to take all of you."
Haruta sobbed, a complete mess. He was so close he could taste it.
"Your hands tighten in my hair and I feel your hips start to stutter-"
"Y-yes!"
"When I know you're about to cum, I take you as deep as possible and keep you there-"
"M-maki, please-"
"And then you cum, and I take it all, milking you for every drop you have-"
That's all it took for Haruta to be crying out Maki's name as his body shook and shuddered from his climax. His release shot out in ropes, painting his hand and the cushion he had been sitting on.
"Fuck…" he whined out, legs still spread and chest heaving. He had liked that cushion too…hopefully the stain would come out.
Maki looked at him from the screen, looking both flushed and satisfied. Other than that, his hands had seemed to remain on the table the whole time.
"You didn't...touch yourself?" Haruta finally said, breathing labored. His voice sounded disappointed, but he felt sorry for Maki more than anything.
He smiled softly and shook his head. "I don't need to do it everytime...besides, making you feel good makes me happy." The genuine smile let Haruta knew that he meant that. "And, if I do decide to jack off later, I have a nice image to think about when I do it!"
Haruta covered his burning face and laughed in disbelief. "I'm gonna go clean myself up and get myself something to eat. I'll call you later tonight, okay?"
Maki nodded. "Sure! We have all day." He picked up his mug and finished off what was inside
Later that night, they watched a movie together through screenshare. About an hour in, Haruta could barely keep his eyes open, laying on his side with the laptop next to his pillow.
"We can continue some other time, Haruta. Go to sleep."
Haruta nodded and yawned simultaneously.
"Good night, I love you."
The words woke Haruta right back up. Hearing Maki say that never failed to speed up his heartrate. God, he missed him.
"I love you too, Maki."
As soon as Maki's camera was gone, and he was left in the glow of his laptop screen, Haruta realized just how lonely he was feeling.
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The week after that was busier than ever. The workload had nearly doubled in preparation for the upcoming 4-day weekend. Night after night, Haruta got home late after hours of overtime.
Just like old times, he got into the habit of discarding his clothes in a trail leading from the door to his bed. Dishes started piling up in the sink. Sleep was shallow and scarce, leaving him nothing but exhausted the next day.
In the small window between getting home and passing out in bed, he'd send Maki messages telling him what was going on.
I'm sorry for not answering sooner. I'm really busy.
I have to wake up in 3 hours. I'll message you if I can. Miss you.
Then, it was Wednesday night.
Just one more day, then it'll be the long weekend. Can we do a video call?
A response came almost immediately. I don't think so, I made some plans.
Haruta's heart dropped at that. Had he upset Maki by not answering quick enough? Surely Maki understood he was busy, right?
Oh, I see. I hope you have fun! He answered nonetheless.
That night, Haruta dreamt that Maki was there when he woke up. He lay on his side, the morning light casting shadows of his eyelashes into his cheeks. His chest rose and fell at a steady pace as he slept.
Haruta reached out and stroked his cheek, which caused him to stir and scrunch up his face. How was it possible for him to be so beautiful and cute? Slowly, he leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. Maki's form vanished within a second, leaving nothing behind.
He jolted awake, face wet with tears. What had gotten into him? Was this effecting him that much? Reaching over for some tissues, he wiped himself off.
Maki was enduring just as much, wasn't he? Living in that house all by himself. It probably felt awfully large and empty to him now. Haruta hugged his pillow to his chest and huffed. The clock read 7:23AM. He got up and got ready for the day ahead.
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Friday morning hit; the start of the four-day weekend. Haruta had spent the night before with a six-pack of beer and a low-budget horror movie. He woke up on his stomach, laying just inches from his futon. His entire body ached.
Getting up on shaky legs, he walked to the bathroom and washed his face. The reflection that looked back at him was pitiful and puffy-eyed. He couldn't help but laugh; it was oddly nostalgic to see himself looking like that again.
He walked over to the fridge and poured himself a glass of orange juice. For a moment, he contemplated messaging Maki. He had told him he was busy…and yet, Haruta just couldn't help himself.
I know you said you have plans. I just wanted to say good morning.
He set his phone down, but it vibrated almost immediately.
Good morning! I'm busy now, but I'll call you later. Promise.
Haruta grinned, feeling suddenly giddy.
At the promise of getting to talk to Maki later, Haruta opened all the curtains and let some light in. He put his futon away for the first time in a week. After a nice long shower, he caught a sight of himself in the mirror. There was a world of difference.
By the afternoon, Haruta had cleaned up the garbage from the previous night and went out for lunch at a nearby restaurant. It was a great start to his well-deserved long weekend.
Haruta was sitting on the floor and watching television when his phone rang. Scrambling, he grabbed it and answered. Maki's smiling face came up on his screen. A videochat from his phone? He must've been outside.
"Hey!" He said, sounding a bit out of breath.
"Hey! Are you out right now?"
"Yeah, just on my way home. I went shopping with Maika. She has a date with Teppei over the weekend."
"Oh? Good for them!" Haruta laughed softly. If everyone took fashion advice from Maki, the entire office would be wearing sweaters.
"What are you up to?"
"Oh, I was just watching television. Went out for lunch earlier."
"You deserve to relax." Maki said with a smile.
Haruta was about to reply, when the doorbell rang and made him lose his train of thought. "Oh! That must be one of the things I ordered the other day. Can you wait one second?"
Maki nodded and smiled.
Standing up from the floor, Haruta rushed over to answer the door. "Yes-"
The words died on his tongue. The first thing he saw were big dark eyes staring at him from beneath a curtain of black hair. Those eyes that he had found himself getting lost in several times before. Standing before him, with a totebag on his shoulder , stood Maki. He was sweating from the heat, breathing labored.
"M-Maki." Haruta whispered in disbelief. He wasn't dreaming again, was he? His breathing sped up as he stood in the doorway, coming out in wheezes.
Maki shook his head, eyes tearing up. Within a moment he had closed the distance between him and was holding him close. "Did you forget to take your anxiety meds again? Idiot!" His voice broke and he buried his nose against Haruta's neck.
Realization dawned on him. Well, that explained a lot. "I-I was so busy this week...I forgot..." He was full on bawling now, his words coming as a high pitched whine.
"Don't worry me like that! Ple-"
Within the next moment, Haruta had pulled Maki inside and had him backed against the wall. Their lips were on eachother within an instant, and Haruta was kissing him desperately. As if this was the only way to make sure this was real. And it was real.
Maki's hands gripped at Haruta's hips, holding his body against his own. His tongue tongue probed at Haruta's lips, which opened for him without a moment of hesitation. Tears stained his cheeks, and Haruta could feel them as if they were his own.
When the kiss was broken, their lips stayed within mere centimeters of eachother, not ready to fully seperate just yet. Haruta was gasping and wheezing, face red.
"I can't believe it…you're really here! Why?" He asked, voice small.
"Calm down and take your meds. Then I'll tell you." Maki answered with a sniffle.
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After doing what he was told, the couple together on a cushion on the floor. Maki sat between Haruta's legs, his back pressed against his chest, being held by him. Haruta had poured them two cups of iced tea.
"Why are you here?" Haruta finally repeated, pressing his nose against the back of Maki's shoulder.
"I've been saving up for it, wanted to surprise you. This was the perfect time, don't you think? With the long weekend and all." He looked up at Haruta and smiled. "Besides, it's only a three-hour flight."
Haruta felt so unbelievably touched that Maki had planned this. It was the greatest surprise he could've wished for. Holding Maki tight against him, he closed his eyes. "Thank you…thank you so much for doing this. I've missed you so much." He took a deep breath. "I've even been having nightmares where I see you, but then you disappear. That's why I didn't believe all of this at first."
A sad look flashed in Maki's eyes, and he reached up to gently pet Haruta's hair and kiss him. "It's real. I promise."
Haruta nodded and smiled. "Thank goodness."
"Your place sure is messy though, huh?"
The mood whiplash caused by the statement nearly made Haruta break his neck. "Hey! Shut up!"
Maki laughed, the kind where his entire face crinkled up. "How about I help you clean the place up, and then you can take me out on a date afterwards? Since I came all this way and all."
Any further arguments died on his lips. He was completely right. "Sure, sounds great."
The next two hours were spent clearing away garbage, washing dishes, vacuuming, and organizing papers. By the time they were finished, it nearly looked like a different apartment. Everything was neatly put in it's proper space. Haruta wiped the sweat from his brow and drank the rest of his iced tea.
"Much better!" Maki said proudly. He slipped off his shirt without warning, causing Haruta to stare. It didn't go unnoticed.
"Not gonna happen. You need to take me out on a date first." He joked, pulling a black and red striped shirt and putting it on.
"Yeah, yeah…" Haruta grumbled. "It's a bit windy down by the water. I'll lend you one of my jackets.
Maki looked over at him with wide eyes, and nodded happily.
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In the end, Haruta had chosen a fancy restaurant located near the Riverside Promenade for dinner. Judging by Maki's reaction, he was pleased and impressed with the choice. The couple drank wine and ate a steak dinner while looking out at the city skyline over the Huangpu River.
Haruta frequently found himself getting distracted, looking at the way the neon lights of the city reflected in his eyes. If he ever saw something more beautiful than that, he'd be a very lucky man.
Slowly but surely, he reached over the table and placed his hand over Maki's, which rested on the table. The other man turned his head and blinked curiously. Haruta simply smiled in response.
After finishing their meal, he lead him down the Riverside Promenade. The breeze felt cool and refreshing after the heat of the daytime. Haruta took Maki's hand and lead him further down, to a more isolated area with a gorgeous view.
"Why'd you choose this place, anyway? Isn't the Bund the most popular area?" Maki asked, looking around.
"That's exactly why I didn't choose it. Too crowded and stressful." Haruta said, scratching the back of his head. "Here we can have more privacy. It's more romantic."
Maki turned his head around, and the sight of his smile backed by the city lights made Haruta weak in the knees. There was no better time than now.
He took both of Maki's hands in his own. "Maki, you're so beautiful…I'm sorry I don't tell you that more often."
The other man froze in place, as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard.
"I'm the luckiest man in the world. Being without you has really opened my eyes to that." He cursed the part of himself that was trying it's best not to cry. "And hell, if I knew you were coming…I would've bought you a ring!"
"H-Haruta? What are you saying?"
"I meant it back then, and I mean it even more now." He got down on one knee. "Will you marry me?"
Maki looked down at him in shock, his hand trembling. He said nothing at first, but his eyes told Haruta everything he needed to know. Nodding, he began to sob softly into the sleeve of his sweater.
Haruta nearly launched up as he took Maki into his arms, lifting him off the ground with his enthusiasm.
"Is that a yes?!" He yelled.
"Of course it's a yes, idiot!" Maki choked out, wrapping his arms around his neck. They held onto eachother until the tears had dried on their cheeks, and the night air had grown too cold to bear.
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Back home, Haruta couldn't help the giddy feeling he felt in his chest. His lover was here with him after months apart, he had accepted his proposal, and they still had a whole weekend ahead of them. It was a true dream come true.
He was lounging on his side in bed when Maki got out of the shower. Having had his shower first, he was clad in only his sweatpants. When he heard footsteps behind him, he turned around with a dopey smile.
"What's that look?"
"We're engaaaaaged…" Haruta replied, laughing in disbelief.
Maki laid down next to him and nodded. "We are, aren't we?" He moved closer to Haruta and wasted no time in kissing him. First his lips, then his cheek, down his jaw, until he reached his neck. "Haruta, excuse me for being straightforward... But, I need you right now. It's been months."
Haruta gulped and shivered. His kisses felt much too good. "M-me too…but…"
"Yeah, I know. You don't want to bottom. I got it."
"No, that's not it! I…" he sighed softly. "It's the opposite. Y'know, I realized last weekend that you're always putting my pleasure and wants over your own. It's not fair! You're so good at everything you do…I want to feel what it's like."
Maki's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head. "What? You're serious? What was it that you told me before you left? 'Don't be silly, it's not gonna happen.'?"
"Things have changed! I'm ready now!"
"Are you sure?"
"Maaaakiiii!" Haruta whined out. "I'm sure! I e-even cleaned out my ass..."
Maki stared at him blankly. "I'm sorry, what?"
"In the shower! It's clean now! So…please?"
Reaching over for his bag, Maki laughed and shook his head. He pulled out a bottle of lube and set it down next to the futon. "Alright, if you're sure. I promise I'll be gentle." His fingers gently stroked Haruta's cheek.
"I'm sure." Haruta replied with conviction, leaning forward to capture his lips. How had he managed to live for months without this, he wondered. Within seconds, Maki had one hand cupping his cheek while the other gently stroked his thigh. Naturally, Haruta's hands ran up and down Maki's chest.
Somewhere deep down, he was nervous about this. It was his first time, after all. However, a larger and louder part of him knew he was ready. He was in good hands with Maki.
The kiss had been broken, and Maki was now kissing down from his neck. His lips brushed over a nipple before slowly swirling his tongue around it. Haruta squirmed and moaned, looking down and meeting eyes with Maki. The smirk on his lips would be the death of him.
The kisses continued down along his abs, where he teasingly trailed his tongue. By the time he reached the waistband of his pants, Haruta could already feel himself aching. His pants were off with a quick pull, his cock springing free. Haruta grabbed at the waistband of Maki's shorts before he had the chance to touch him.
"I know you're trying to relax me in preparation for this...but I wanna touch you too."
Maki nodded and tugged them down and off. Wasting no time, the couple kissed once more. Their limbs intertwined like bramble as they touched eachother. Like everything else he did, Maki's kisses were passionate. He treated each kiss as if it were his last, and he left Haruta thirsty for more every time.
The kiss was broken and Haruta realized he was now in his back. Maki was on top of him, lips red from the intensity of their kissing. "Get comfortable. I'm gonna prepare you now." He said softly, rubbing his thigh soothingly. Haruta did as he was told, propping the pillows behind his back.
The lube was opened, and Maki carefully poured some onto his fingers. He gently rubbed them against Haruta's entrance to get it slick, which caused him to shiver. It was cold and a bit slimy.
"Focus on kissing me, or touching yourself…whatever you want. It's going to feel strange at first." Maki said, looking down at him. Signalling with a nod, he pushed a finger inside slowly.
Haruta hissed through his teeth, lazily stroking himself. The feeling was so foreign, he wasn't sure how he felt. The finger continued in slowly until he was in to the knuckle. He gasped at the realization.
"You're doing great, Haruta." Maki said, sounding proud and surprised. He leaned in and gave him a soft kiss as he moved the finger. With a squirm, Haruta kissed back with desperation.
By the time Maki had fit three inside, he was a mess. Haruta's eyes had been opened to the wonders of prostate stimulation, never to be the same again. He gasped and looked up at his lover through half-lidded eyes. Seeing Maki being so focused and caring while preparing him was a major turn-on.
"I need to be inside you now…I can't wait anymore…." Maki said suddenly. And that certainly seemed to be the case, if the erection that kept rubbing against him was anything to go by. Slowly and carefully, the fingers slipped out of him.
Slicking himself up, Maki got into position between Haruta's legs. Bracing himself against his entrance, he pushed inside slowly and smoothly. Something of that size was inside him? He could barely believe it himself. Maki held his legs open, pushing on the backs of his upper thighs as he slid in.
By the time he was in to the hilt, Haruta was seeing stars. When Maki leaned in to kiss him, his legs raised up shakily to wrap around his waist. "Don't strain yourself…you're doing so well…" he was reassured.
Maki stayed still for a few moments more before he began to move slowly. The feeling was still weird, but not unpleasant. Every now and then, Maki would stroke him at the same pace as the thrusts, making Haruta squirm and moan beneath him.
Then, the pace increased, and Haruta felt him deep inside once more, hitting him in that strange new spot. Every time, it felt like his insides were melting. "M-maki, oh my god.…don't stop. It feels so good when you do that…" he gasped before kissing him messily. Maki did as he was told, driving deep into his heat, hissing and moaning. "You feel so good, Haruta. Fuck…"
It wasn't long before Haruta felt his orgasm approaching, hands gripping at Maki's back hard enough to leave marks. His cock was arched against his stomach, in need of release. "Are you close?" Maki asked softly, getting a enthusiastic nod in return. The next few thrusts hit him just right, and with a desperate cry he was coming. Maki persisted, eyes squinted as he chased his own orgasm. His hips stuttered as he came, crying out Haruta's name into the night.
By the time Maki slipped out of him and started to clean him up, Haruta was looking at him with a lazy smile. He hadn't felt something that powerful in his whole life.
"I hope that wasn't too bad." Maki said, unable to hide the smile on his lips.
"I've been missing out all these years!" answered Haruta with a laugh. "…That, or my fiance is extremely talented. It's probably that."
Maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him, but he swore Maki's face grew even redder than it already was. He set the dirty tissues to the side and laid down next to Haruta. "I'll throw it away tomorrow tomorrow." Pulling Haruta into his arms, he held him close.
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Haruta awoke from his slumber to find it was was still dark. Had he fallen asleep already? When eyes had time to adjust, he saw Maki's sleeping face in front of him. There was something familiar about it.
The dream he had the other day. Was he having it again?
Leaning forward, he touched Maki's face. The man stirred, and his eyes slowly opened.
"W-what are you doing?" he asked, eyes squinted. "Go to bed…we have a whole day ahead of us."
Haruta nodded and pulled him into his arms. "I love you, Maki."
There was a moment of silence before he got his response. "I love you too." He sealed those words with a slow, lazy kiss
Nope, it wasn't a dream at all.