Oishi, Kikumaru & Gakuto

[sarahofcroydon]

Gakuto gets caught in the cupboard when Oishi & Kikumaru make love for the first time.

Gakuto hummed to himself as he put the last of Kikumaru's socks away.
Having only had a half-day at work, he decided that it would be nice to sneak back to Kikumaru's place and tidy up a bit in case he brought Oishi home that afternoon. Gakuto knew that, when he was late getting home, Kikumaru and Oishi liked to steal time here and Gakuto liked the idea of them coming back to the apartment and exclaming to one another about nice and clean it was.

For good measure, he'd used Kikumaru's cookbook and made some peanut butter cookies. He'd even used the little cookie press to make smiley faces on each one.

He checked his watch - 2:45pm - they'd likely be coming home soon and wouldn't they be surprised to find the apartment spotless, cookies in the oven and Gakuto in an apron?

Gakuto smiled. They were lucky to have him, all right.

As it was, Kikumaru and Oishi, having finished at school, had passed by a bakery to pick up some cakes afor dessert and to stop for a cup of coffee. Kikumaru had wanted to take Oishi here for a long time, mostly to show him the range of unique and strange coffees they sold. Cinammon and Orange, Chocolate with Coffee, Rasperry and Toffee, Spicy Coffee, Coffee that wasn't actually Coffee at all.
He drained the last of his cup and licked the last of some cream off his spoon, smiling at Oishi from across the table. Delicious.

Oishi was wearing a beautiful deep green v-neck, it made him look stylish, refined and very handsome.
Kikumaru was proud to be his boyfriend.

"Do you think nine cakes are enough?"

Oishi's lips barely quirked a smile, but his eyes shone with amusement. Taking a last sip of his own coffee, he dabbed at his mouth with a napkin and lay it on the table.

"If it's not, then we should reconsider whether we need to be eating cake at all."

Resting his chin on the heel of his hand, Oishi gazed at Kikumaru across the table and smiled a little. "Do you think Gakkun will be home already?" Appearing a little bashful, but not so much that he didn't say what was on his mind, Oishi lowered his voice to say, "I wouldn't mind a few minutes alone with you."

"Hopefully he won't be," Kikumaru said, looking at Oishi through flirty, come-hither eyes. Gosh, how he loved it when Oishi was witty and then blushy and then terribly sexy, all in the same minute.
"There's a reason I didn't take twenty minutes to finish my coffee."

Seizing Oishi's hand, he quickly stood up from the table, brushing crumbs off his front. There was a tiny chocolate flake by Oishi's collar. Kikumaru wiped it off and licked it off the tip of his finger.
In retrospect, it might have seemed weird in a public place, or even just weird in general, eating off other people, but Kikumaru was too happy to care. It had looked tasty.

Picking up their bag of pastries, Oishi held tight to Kikumaru's hand and allowed the other man to lead them out of the shop. He was beginning to find that being obvious about his relationship with Kikumaru in a public setting didn't bother him half as much as he'd imagined it would. Truthfully, when he was with Kikumaru, so much of their surroundings just seemed to disappear.

He chuckled, sidling up next to Kikumaru and sharing a secret little smile with him. "You're so devious sometimes, Eiji."

"Really?" Kikumaru said, delighted.
He loved it when he was unusual.
"I never thought of it as deviance." Suddenly steering Oishi in the opposite direction with
a warning of "Student!", Kikumaru was connected to Oishi through his touch all the long way round to the car, be it through hand-holding, sleeve-clasping, side-touching or shoulder-clasping.

Possibly he was being too grabby, but he knew that he could rely on Oishi to tell him if ever he was uncomfortable. Ever since Gakuto had helped him realise he was in love, it had been as though he was floating through a dream. He could be himself, 100% and was loving every moment of it.

Kikumaru had a habit of dragging Oishi where he wanted him to go. With anyone else, such antics would probably have put Oishi off, made him feel threatened or pushed around. With Kikumaru, it felt like affection and happiness.

At the car, Oishi pressed Kikumaru against the door as he fumbled with the lock, sneaking a kiss when he was sure no one was looking. He really couldn't wait to get Kikumaru home and in his arms.

"Mmm. You still taste like cream. Sweet Eiji."

He blushed when he said it, but he said it nonetheless.

Just about purring, Kikumaru pressed a quick, secret kiss to Oishi's jaw before the door was opened for him and he slipped inside the car. Grinning as Oishi made his way around the other side, he wondered if instigating some more kisses before they got home would be a little inappropriate.
Damn, there was another student. They were everywhere, roaming the streets when they ought to be home studying...
Kissing was off the menu, at least until they got home. Maybe.
"Let's get home as quickly as possible, Oishi," He said once his handsome man was inside, leaning forward with an amused, flirty expression. "The cakes might get warm."

Home. Whether Eiji was referring to his apartment or Oishi's - the meaning was the same. Wherever Eiji was - it felt like home to Oishi.

Putting the car into gear and easing out of the parking lot, Oishi snuck a little smile at Kikumaru. "Kikumaru Eiji, do you intend to eat a bit of each cake tonight? You'll make yourself sick and then you'll be grumpy."

He chuckled a little. Actually, it would likely be Gakuto who ate too much and became grumpy about it, but then Oishi remembered that Gakuto shouldn't be home yet.

Which meant he could kiss Eiji for a good two hours.

Kikumaru laguhed. "No, I'll just eat a little bit of each one of yours. Then I won't get sick and I'll know which ones to have later."
Wishing Oishi would drive a little faster (he was always so meticulous!), he fidgeted a little with his seat belt strap.
"Which one do you think you'll have first?"

Oishi smiled, reaching over to take Kikumaru's hand in his. He didn't speed up, though.

"I think I'll save the cakes until after dinner."

Sliding a sneaky look in Kikumaru's direction, Oishi said - softly -"I have more immediate plans that don't involve cake when we get home."

He smiled brightly, then. "Today was a good day, though. Gakuto stopped by to see me earlier."

"Oh really?" Kikumaru said in response to the news about Gakuto, but the look in his eyes indicated that it might have been in reaction to the exciting news about Oishi's immediate plans.
"What did he say?" Kikumaru didn't like being not in on news, especially when it was about the two people who were currently the most important in his life.

Oishi loved it when Kikumaru looked at him that way. Pretty pursed lips and direct eyes. It was all he could do not to sigh in lovesick contentment.

"Well, he was hoping to catch both of us - said he was sure we'd be eating together by that time. He wanted to know if we'd go to the movies with him this weekend."
Oishi laughed a little, squeezing Kikumaru's hand. "But then he apologized for making dates that he hadn't been asked on."

After a moment, Oishi shrugged. "He's been different lately, our Gakkun. I have to wonder if he's really doing as well as he lets on."

"Me too," Kikumaru said slowly, a little less bright than he'd been earlier. "I don't want to spoil our afternoon by going all serious, but what you said earlier... it's true. I think he really does like me a lot. Maybe too much. I don't want him to try so hard at it, you know? And you. He likes you a lot, too."
He rubbed his thumb across Oishi's knuckles, so happy to be so casually intimate. He loved touching, so much. It was his favorite method of feeling connected to people.

"I said as much to him." Oishi said, nodding his agreement. Kikumaru saw, in Gakuto, the same things that Oishi saw in him. He was glad that they all seemed to know each other so well. Even if he couldn't define what sort of odd connection they seemed to have - and even though Kikumaru and Gakuto's obvious closeness made Oishi a little
jealous sometimes - he liked watching them together.

Gakuto was happy when he was with them.

Turning his hand to stroke Kikumaru's fingers, Oishi grinned at him. "Besides, how lucky am I that I can say I make time with not one gorgeous redhead, but two?"

It was ridiculous, coming from Oishi - since both of them knew very well that he'd never brag to anyone about something like that.

"Oh, what?" Kikumaru said, a little put out. "But I'm THE redhead! Are you saying Gakuto's gorgeous?"
He looked down at Oishi's fingers, then, felt rather silly and laughed.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't get jealous. But I don't think anyone would blame me for wanting to keep you to myself."
He shifted in his seat a little, still smiling, searching for his lip balm in his pocket.
"And yeah, he is pretty. But not as much as me."

Slowing to a stop at the light just before Kikumaru's building, Oishi turned to face him. He watched him take out his lip balm, watched him put it on, realized - again - how completely smitten he was.

"Nobody is as beautiful as you, Eiji."

Kikumaru was a selfish bastard and he knew it... he'd rather been angling for a comment of that type from Oishi. When Oishi said things like that, though, it blew him away absolutely with the strength of feeling and beautiful honesty behind it. It filled him with absolute joy and happiness, and a desire to improve himself so that he could give the same joy back to Oishi and not be selfish about it.
Because he loved him.
He put out a hand to Oishi's cheek to touch it, gently.
"Oishi."
Yep, he loved him. And once they were inside, Kikumaru was going to tell him how much.

Oishi tilted his head, rubbed his cheek against the palm of Kikumaru's hand before he covered it with his own.

He closed his eyes for a moment, and sighed softly. "How can I show you how important you are to me, Eiji?" He asked, turning his head to kiss Kikumaru's palm. "That no matter who else is around, you're the only one I really see?"

"I'm going to tell you exactly that, once we get inside," Kikumaru replied, with no trace of flirtation- just pure honest feeling. "I'm going to show you just what you mean to me, too."

Suddenly startled out of their reverie at the sounds of horns blaring (the lights had changed), Kikumaru smiled, blushing, and gestured to the road.

With his heart beating fast and his cheeks flushed with color, Oishi reluctantly released Kikumaru's hand and concentrated on getting them back to Kikumaru's apartment.

Once he'd parked the car and joined Kikumaru on the sidewalk, he reached for his hand again. He didn't say anything - he wasn't sure he was capable of idle chit chat at that point.

He squeezed Kikumaru's hand.

It was just like the day Oishi had first come to Kikumaru's apartment... in silence, they made their way to Kikumaru's front door, Oishi standing right behind him. This time, Kikumaru could turn to flash a little smile at Oishi before opening the door for him, wondering if his thinking was the same.
Stepping inside and locking the door behind them, Kikumaru paused a little before turning around, wondering what would happen.
He was positive his heartbeat was audible and echoing in the little room.

Gakuto paused, hearing the door open and close though he'd heard no voices to signal that Oishi and Kikumaru had returned. Having spent the last twenty minutes trying on all of Kikumaru's *good* clothes, he sincerely hoped he wasn't about to be discovered wearing Kikumaru's biker shorts, red silk tank top and the length of silk that Gakuto had only assumed was what Kikumaru used to tie his boyfriends to the bed.

Stock still and afraid to move and risk giving himself away, Gakuto wondered if there was a burglar or something equally scary in the living room. He heard muffled sound, like heavy fabric shifting and he moved to peek around the corner.

Just in time to see Oishi backing Kikumaru against the wall and tipping his chin up to press their mouths together.
There were no words between them - they were unnecessary, really. The intensity of that single kiss was enough to suck all the air from Gakuto's lungs.

Kikumaru dropped everything he was holding and reached up to cup the back of Oishi's head in his hands.
Sometimes words just didn't work and closeness was the easiest thing to attain. He opened his mouth to Oishi's, inviting him inside, lifting up a leg to hook around and bring him as close as he could.
He lost a part of himself in these encounters, or maybe Oishi became a part of him.
He groaned a little, in the back of his throat, exhaling deeply through his nose, not wanting to pull back or suggest a relocation.

Barely daring to breathe, Gakuto pressed himself back against the door, remaining perfectly still.

In the hallway, Oishi hooked one hand behind Kikumaru's knee and hoisted it higher against his hip when he pressed indecently close. The kiss they shared was deep, wet, messy. Oishi swallowed every single sound that passed Kikumaru's lips and offered a few of his own.
Gakuto squeezed his eyes closed and wished he didn't want to hear them - see them - so badly.

And then Oishi broke their kiss with a soft exhalation to nuzzle the corner of Kikumaru's mouth. He spoke in a whisper, his words so urgent, so desperate. "I have to tell you, Eiji. I have to..."

Kikumaru moaned, filled with a rush of dizziness and intense feeling for Oishi. Part of him didn't exist anymore; it was bound up in the man pressed so tightly against him.

"Tell me, Oishi," He whispered, gripping onto the back of his neck, "Tell me."

He had things he needed to tell Oishi, too, but when they were like this, all over eachother and urgent, he felt as though it might have been pretty easy to guess.

Lowering Kikumaru's leg to struggle out of his jacket, Oishi let it fall to the ground when he began to tug Kikumaru's off his shoulders.
When he'd freed them both, he gripped Kikumaru's bottom and lifted him so that his feet cleared the floor. Pressing him back against the wall again, he buried his face in the curve of Kikumaru's neck, his breath hot and his lips damp.

"I love you, Eiji. I want to make love to you - I want to be with you. It's driving me insane."

He paused, rubbing his face against Kikumaru's neck while Gakuto covered his mouth one hand and tried not to breathe.

"Eiji," Oishi said again, almost as though he couldn't say it enough.
"Eiji, I love you so much."

"Oh god," Kikumaru cried, "Oh god, oh god.."

Oishi's hand on his arse was a powerful aphrodisiac, and then, his words... Kikumaru felt as though he would explode if they didn't merge and become one person, right now.

"I love you too, Oishi, I wanted to tell you ever since that morning, so badly..."
He kissed him a few times, his hands on Oishi's face, strong, searing kisses that just served to wind him up further.
"I want you forever, I want to tell you every day... and I want you right now, too,"

Abandoning their things - the cakes, their coats - in the hallway where they'd left them, Oishi held Kikumaru close and turned, hefting him so that he could easily wrap his legs around Oishi's waist, he carried his lover toward the bedroom. As he went, he placed lingering, soft kisses along Kikumaru's neck and collarbones, carrying him easily. There was so much more he needed to say, but - now - he could only think of laying Kikumaru down and touching him whereever he could.
"My Eiji," he murmured, nipping at Kikumaru's neck and Gakuto, hearing them approach, froze momentarily - completely at a loss as to what he should do.

Just before Oishi and Kikumaru entered the bedroom, he ducked into the closet and huddled onto the floor, wrapping the length of silk around him. There was no way he could interrupt this moment. They'd never forgive him.

"I love you," Kikumaru said as he was laid gently on the bed, encouraging Oishi to climb over him and wrapping his arms and legs around him.
"So much."
One hand was already fiddling with Oishi's shirt buttons, desperately desiring to feel his skin. Everything felt natural and fluid, and very raw. They were about to meld into one and nothing had ever felt more right.
"Oishi, touch me everywhere, please..."

Allowing Kikumaru to tug off his shirt, Oishi turned his attention to Kikumaru's clothes. It was with single-minded gentleness that he removed his pants, his shirt, his socks. Leaning over him as he was, he lowered himself to stretch out over Kikumaru's body, reaching between them to rub the tips of his fingers just over Kikumaru's heart.

"I am," he said, voice low and trembling with the emotion that he withheld. Sliding one hand under Kikumaru's neck, he lifted him just enough to take another kiss from him. "This is what I meant, Eiji, when I said I don't see anyone but you."

Insinuating himself between Kikumaru's legs, Oishi pushed at the backs of his thighs with his knees, lifting them. "And I know that this is love because when I think about this - about you - I can barely breathe."

In the closet, covering his head with both arms, Gakuto bit his lip to stifle the almost unbearable heat that had settled over him. Not at all the sappy, embarrassing exchange he'd thought to one day overhear, the love beween Oishi and Kikumaru took *his* breath away, too.

Crying out at his words, Kikumaru reached down to lace his fingers through Oishi's and grip his hand, tight. He never, ever wanted to let go.
He wondered, briefly, what Oishi intended to do... having his thighs lifted and pelvis tilted sent a sharp rush of lust through him... it felt a lot like the precursor to a very intimate act that Kikumaru had last experienced rather a long time ago. It felt as though it was his first time. He was certainly trembling enough.
He tried to seek Oishi's gaze through eyelids that wanted to remain closed to heighten every sensation.

Oishi kissed him, over and over as though he'd never get enough of the taste of him, and rocked his hips forward. Dimly, Oishi was aware that he would need to divest himself of his pants before this could go much further, but he simply didn't want to let go of Kikumaru to do it.

He felt, in that moment, that he could sink into Kikumaru and never emerge again. He'd heard people talk about this sort of feeling, but had never understood it until that moment.

Against Kikumaru's lips, even as he squeezed his hand tight and stared intently into half-closed eyes, he whispered, "You'll have to...help me. I've never done this before."

What he didn't say was that it had to be perfect. *He* had to be perfect. Kikumaru didn't deserve anything less.

Hidden, and practically ready to gouge his own eyes out, Gakuto silently screamed at himself to keep his mouth shut. But - somewhere inside his selfish little heart - he knew that he couldn't stay here and witness this. No matter that he would have to make his presence known, he knew that watching this, hearing it, was very, very wrong.
Kikumaru's eyes widened. "You want to..."
Seeing the decision and intensity in Oishi's gaze, Kikumaru nodded and pressed a few more kisses to Oishi's mouth, passionate and tender.
Sliding his hands down to Oishi's pants, Kikumaru dipped his fingers below the waistline to stroke and massage Oishi's belly before snapping open the first of the buttons and sliding down the zip. Encouraging Oishi to take them off, he lifted himself in a monumental effort to crawl over to his bedside drawer, hoping dearly that he'd have what he needed underneath the tissues and underwear crammed in there. Once his hand closed over a tube and a box, he scrambled back onto the bed to seek Oishi's heat again, bringing their bodies close as he lay back down.

When Oishi's fingers closed around the items Kikumaru held in his hand, he ducked his head to take another kiss from him, moaning when his legs slid against Kikumaru's.

Trailing kisses along Kikumaru's jaw, Oishi covered him easily and moved between his legs again. Watching Kikumaru crawl away from him in his skimpy, bright underwear had done nothing to dampen his ardor.

Lips hot at Kikumaru's ear, Oishi whispered shyly, "Should I...I mean...do you want me to be the one to..."

That was it. Biting down on his bottom lip hard enough to gnaw right through it, Gakuto eeeeeased the closet door open just enough for him to wiggle out and crawl away. He'd slither across the floor like the snake he was before he'd allow them to see him trying to make his escape.

Gakuto reasoned that he could grab Oishi's coat, slip on Kikumaru's shoes and go hang out at the park for a couple of hours. Maybe he'd go to Sengoku's house and get his ass whipped at Street Fighter while he tried to forget that the two men he adored were having sweet, passionate sex.

"What do you want, Oishi?" Kikumaru whispered back.
"Tell me what you want. But I think having you inside me is a pretty good idea right now..."
His breath caught in his throat, his hand tightening over Oishi's shoulder. Oishi's skin felt so good against him, everywhere they moved together feeling incredible.
He wanted this, so badly.

"Oh, Eiji...," Oishi breathed, laying the lube and condoms aside to hook his fingers in Kikumaru's underwear. He nuzzled Kikumaru's belly as he began to ease them off, so excited that his hands shook. Being inside Kikumaru sound more than good to Oishi - so much so, in fact, that his underwear were uncomfortably tight.

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."

Truthfully, that was the main reason Oishi had held back for so long. He was terrified of doing something wrong and hurting Eiji.

Gakuto crawled along steadily, the door within reaching distance.
Just a little more slithering.

"You won't hurt me, Oishi," Kikumaru sighed as his eager erection was exposed to the air. The expression of Oishi's face was just about making him shake with want.
"Because it's you. You're going to be wonderful."
He put a hand to between his own thighs, spreading his legs and backing up a bit so that he was supported against the pillows.
"Open it up, Oishi, and put your hand here.." he stroked his hand over his skin to demonstrate, the sensation making him quiver. He moaned a little at the prospect of Oishi's warm hands between his legs, opening him, warming him up...

Oishi followed, hands easing up Kikumaru's thighs to settle at his hips as he ducked his head to nuzzle at the soft, red curls that pillowed his erection. Kikumaru was so beautiful to Oishi - he couldn't imagine anyone else having this effect on him.

He glanced up at Kikumaru, eyes so dark that their usual green appeared black. Doing a very poor job of controlling his breathing, Oishi was practically panting when he brushed his knuckles over that spot just beneath Kikumaru's scrotum. He shivered, feeling as though what he was planning was one of the most monumental moments of his life.

He was gentle when he lifted one of Kikumaru's legs to rub his cheek against the inside of his thigh. He could be gentle - he would maintain control, no matter how enticing Kikumaru was.

Gakuto, on the other hand, was *dying* to look. He wanted to go back to his little closet fort and press his face to the crack in the door and watch Oishi lose his virginity in the front row accommodations that Gakuto felt only HE deserved.

But he kept crawling toward the door, ignoring the visit he'd just received from the erection fairy.

Kikumaru was trembling. Oishi's gentleness and care and love made him feel as if he'd break with emotion... it wasn't going to be just lovemaking, but the ultimate expression of the most incredible bond he could imagine existing between two people.

He spread his legs a little more, reaching down to touch Oishi's shoulder, wanting to grip his hand again.
He moaned softly as Oishi carefully made his way towards his most intimate of places, tilting his pelvis so as to facilitate the movement.

Hearing Kikumaru make those soft, entreating sounds while he spread his legs was almost more than Oishi could take. He was unsure and overwhelmed and was unwilling to risk displeasing Kikumaru with his indecision and obvious lack of experience.

Oishi found, though, that it was all too easy to lose himself in the moment - in Kikumaru.

Gripping his bottom with both hands, Oishi bent his head to his lover, taking his erection into his mouth with no preamble whatsoever. He was aware, distantly, that he would have to make Kikumaru ready to accept him but decided that he would spend some time pleasuring him first.

Truthfully, Oishi loved sucking Kikumaru's cock. Much, much more than he'd ever have the nerve to admit.

Risking a glance over his shoulder, Gakuto saw that Kikumaru's head was turned partially away, eyes closed tight, and even as he knew he would never be able to get that image out of his head, he rose to his knees and slipped outside of the bedroom.

Once outside, he was silent, chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath. He'd make sure they were still all right and then he would sneak out.

He frowned. His legs were going to get cold out there.

Kikumaru arched his back at the sudden sensation of Oishi's mouth over him. He was extraordinarily talented in that department, more than likely made so by the passion Kikumaru could feel behind it. He was panting too, now, Oishi's grip on his bottom was powerful and winding him up. He wanted to feel Oishi everywhere.
His hips jerking a little with a surge of lust, Kikumaru tried to look down at Oishi, putting hands on his shoulders. He couldn't help it, he was too impatient... his whispered plea could barely be heard.

When he felt Kikumaru's hands at his shoulders, fingers tightening reflexively, Oishi knew that he was being given the silent cue to move forward. He couldn't remember ever feeling so excited and so nervous in all his life and he took a few moments to drop soft kisses along the insides of Kikumaru's thigh, his hip, one smooth buttock when he pushed his leg up a little further.

Rising, Oishi knelt over Kikumaru, one of Kikumaru's legs over his arm and the other splayed open against Oishi's thigh. He leaned over him, kissed his chest.

"Do you want me to keep going?" He asked, hesitantly. He wanted to get inside Kikumaru so badly that he worried about moving too fast. He felt certain he should be working Kikumaru up for as long as possible before doing anything more explicit.

But when Kikumaru looked at him like that...

Gakuto gained his feet, legs a little shaky, and pressed his back to the wall. If he were in bed with Kikumaru and Oishi, he would make it his job to keep Kikumaru on the edge while Oishi worked up the confidence to actually get inside him.

But he wasn't in bed with them and he never would be. They'd have to figure it out for themselves.

Nodding, Kikumaru's breath caught in his throat and he had to pause so as to swallow and regain his voice. When he spoke, he sounded a little rough, more than a little aroused and very determined.
"Y-yeah, keep going, please..."
He wanted Oishi's mouth on him again, it was making him hot and ready, but he was also a forward planner, and he indicated the little tube of lubricant lying on the bed.
"But you might just want to... warm it up a bit. With your fingers."
Even just talking about it made him want to squirm and rock and hold Oishi against him and have him inside and everything.... and the fact that it was about to happen was making him tremble in anticipation.

It never occurred to Oishi to roll Kikumaru to his belly - he didn't want Kikumaru in any position that prevented Oishi from seeing his face.

Reaching for the lube and removing the cap, Oishi's teeth creased his bottom lip when he squeezed the tube and began rubbing the slippery liquid over his fingers. By the time he  was done, the liquid was warm and it was all over Oishi's hand.

He pushed back on Kikumaru's thigh again and when his fingertips slid along the crease of Kikumaru's ass, he couldn't help the low, urgent sound he made. His expression was a study in intense concentration and arousal when he spread Kikumaru open with his thumbs and rubbed his fingertips in a slow, careful circle against that small, tight place that he would have to push inside.

Oishi shivered.

Grabbing Oishi's jacket and slipping quietly outside, Gakuto was only glad that he'd left before he'd been forced to listen to Kikumaru make any more of those noises of his. As it was, Gakuto wondered how in the hell he'd be able to stand next to Kikumaru without wanting to illicit those same noises.

Kikumaru drew in a long, slow breath, gazing intently at Oishi's face from where he was lying. Oishi was beautiful. The moment was beautiful; this exchange between them was immersed in a feeling that bordered on the sacred for Kikumaru.
He tilted his hips as much as he could before it became uncomfortable, savouring the process, marvelling at Oishi's care, the room silent but for the sounds of their breathing.

Up on one elbow, Oishi gazed at Kikumaru while he continued to touch him. He was practically light-headed with the realization of what he was about to do and couldn't seem to look away from Kikumaru's face long enough to ensure that he was doing it correctly.

When he slid one finger into Kikumaru, he stilled, checking his reaction and making sure it was all right.
But when Oishi could push no further, he closed his eyes. Kikumaru was unbelievably hot and tight.

He bowed his head, brushing his lips over Kikumaru's belly. "Oh, Eiji..."

Kikumaru was quivering with the effort to hold up his head in order to watch Oishi. The initial intrusion felt strange, as it always did, but most certainly wasn't affecting Kikumaru's state of arousal. His desire for stillness, for Oishi's slow, careful movements, however, was beginning to ebb away and he felt the need to *move*. He tilted his hips a little, so as to invite different sensations, encouraging Oishi to explore and experiment.
"Another one, Oishi," He breathed. "Please.."

Leaning up to hover over Kikumaru, Oishi worked another finger into him - he was so incredibly wet - and bent to kiss his mouth. He was trembling and he thought Kikumaru was, too. In that moment, the love Oishi felt for the man beneath him was such that it was almost difficult to breathe.

Not waiting to be asked, if began to finger Kikumaru slowly, stretching him and getting him ready. He felt so good - so hot around Oishi's fingers - and Oishi moaned against his lips.

"I'm sorry, Eiji," he panted, rubbing his still-clothed erection against Kikumaru's thigh. "I just want you so much."

Oishi knew that he needed to get out of his briefs and get a condom on *soon*, but he was reluctant to let Kikumaru go long enough to do it.

Kikumaru let his head drop back onto the bed as Oishi's fingers inside him brushed over his most sensitive spot. He moaned at the feeling and tried to resist the urge to shove himself down onto them.

"I want you too, I want you *now*... Oishi, that's where you have to..."

He struggled to open heavy eyelids, gazing at Oishi incredulously when he saw the state of affairs.
"We need to get you out of those," he murmured, using his left hand to pat around on the bedspread for the discarded box.

Oishi withdrew reluctantly, bending to kiss Kikumaru's neck and jaw while he slid his fingers along his belly to stroke his erection again.

He shifted, rising to his knees to divest himself of his underwear. He watched his lover open the box he held and silently fretted over moving too fast. There was no way he'd given Kikumaru enough attention to adequately prepare him.
But he crawled forward, wanting Kikumaru's hands on him for this intimate task.

"Will you put it on?"

Despite the aching intensity of it all, Kikumaru couldn't help but offer Oishi a beautiful smile. He encouraged him to clamber over his body, pulling him down for a kiss and sliding their skin together, wanting to feel Oishi everywhere before joining with him. Sliding one hand between their bodies, he gently stroked his length as he used the other hand to fumble with a condom in an attempt to open it.

The task proved a little difficult, and after one last long kiss, Kikumaru used his teeth to rip open the packet, looking at Oishi all the while.

Transfixed, Oishi watched Kikumaru rip open the packet, unable to look anywhere else. He closed his eyes, a soft sigh escaping him when Kikumaru touched his erection.

"Eiji," he whispered, reaching to rub strands of red hair between his fingertips. His voice trailed off when Kikumaru rolled the condom over his cock and he took a deep breath to steady his nerves. When Kikumaru was done, Oishi lowered him to the bed again, stretching out over him and slipping between his legs.

Leaning over him again, Oishi brushed strands of Kikumaru's hair away from his face and stroked his cheek with the backs of his fingers. The condom felt odd, constricting, and Oishi was so hard that he was beginning to ache.

With one hand between them, Oishi held himself ready. "Now?"

Taking a few deep slow breaths before he nodded, Kikumaru drew his knees up to his chest and put a steadying hand on Oishi's shoulder. The initial intrusion always felt strange, and Kikumaru was beginning to think that they might have spent a bit more time getting him ready, but the desire to feel Oishi within him was too strong.

He sucked in a quick breath as he was stretched open, bit by bit as Oishi inched forward. Discomfort and pain were beginning to override his other feelings, yet a flicker of a smile passed over his face in an attempt to reassure Oishi that this was how it went, that this was ok.

"Keep going..."

Oishi was slow - agonizingly, carefully, slow - and after a few moments, he was in Kikumaru as far as he could go.

Taking a deep, slow breath, he slid one arm under Kikumaru's head and rested the other at the back of one thigh so that Kikumaru could relax and not have to hold himself in any one position.

He was still, determined to give his lover time to adjust, and each time his cock jerked, Kikumaru's muscles tightened around him. Burying his face against Kikumaru's neck, Oishi kissed his throat, his jaw, his ear. Holding him so close that there was no space between them, Oishi felt as though the strength of his emotions would overrule common sense and he would be unable to speak sensibly.

"Eiji. I love you so much. You feel so good..."

Despite that it was the first time Oishi made love, that he was finally giving expression to those feelings and obsessions and impulses and desires, he was still caring for Kikumaru, sheltering him, giving to him, loving him...
It was in this moment that Kikumaru realised the nature of the love Oishi had for him, and it made his breath stop in his throat, made his heart constrict in on itself, made his cock swell of its own accord despite the almost-painful feeling of Oishi buried inside him.

It wasn't just any old love... it was true, intense, overwhelming and painful love, passionate, beautiful and terrifying.
Kikumaru squeezed his eyes shut, holding Oishi with hands that were gripping too hard, allowing each and every sensation to wash over him, as much he could. Eventually he would have to move, the stillness would pass, but for the moment, Kikumaru was caught up in a feeling that he would remember for the rest of his life.

Kikumaru's breath, his hands on Oishi's skin, his heartbeat - these were the things that comprised Oishi's conscious when he lifted his head to kiss his lover's mouth. Soft at first, tentative - much in the same way he'd been touching Kikumaru up to that point - the moment Kikumaru parted his lips, Oishi's restraint snapped.

Gathering Kikumaru into his arms, holding him tight and steady, Oishi shifted, withdrawing just enough to push back into Kikumaru. The sound he made was muffled against Kikumaru's mouth and his voice broke over it, but he didn't stop and he didn't speed up.

Kikumaru let out a loud broken cry at the sudden movement, partially in surprise, partially in pain and a great deal in arousal at Oishi unleashing himself.
He'd seen a bit of this Oishi the morning that had set everything off, and it thrilled him and filled him with awe.
Oishi's next few thrusts managed to brush against the sensitive bundle of nerves that made him cry out with pleasure, and cry out he did. He'd never been overly vocal, but somehow this was new. Everything was new.
Twisting his tongue around Oishi's, open mouthed, Kikumaru attempted to lift his knees even higher.

"More, Oishi."

Oishi could feel Kikumaru trying to lift his legs. Having never been on the receiving end of such attention, he had no idea why that position would be any better than the one Kikumaru was currently in, but if Kikumaru was seeking something different, Oishi would give it to him.

Helping Kikumaru to wrap one leg around Oishi's back, he leaned into him, pushing one knee nearly to Kikumaru's shoulder.

When Kikumaru's reaction was startling and instantaneous, Oishi nuzzled his mouth, instantly worried. "Is that too much?"

"No, no," Kikumaru tried to reassure Oishi in tones that were far more rough and gravelly than he was used to. God, Oishi felt good...
"Feels incredible," He managed to get out in between laboured pants, "That spot right there... aah.. keep going, Oishi, harder..."
He felt warm and full and heat was consuming him just about everywhere... being connected with Oishi like this was satisfying in the most carnal of ways and being able to look into his beautiful eyes was even better.

Oishi tensed, pushing back his own orgasm through sheer will and distracting himself from the mind-numbing pleasure by concentrating on Kikumaru's.

He rolled his hips, more to wedge himself more firmly between Kikumaru's legs than anything else, but hadn't counted on the reaction such a movement would induce.

He held him, kissing him when he could, but focused intently on pressing himself tightly against Kikumaru's belly to give his lover more friction. Situated as he was now, Oishi was deep inside Kikumaru, thrusts rhythmic and shallow as he moved over him, trapping
Kikumaru's erection between the slick heat of their bellies.

"Move with me, Eiji."

Kikumaru growled at the sudden heat of Oishi's body over his cock... it served both to soothe him and work him up even more, and he thrust himself downwards as per Oishi's request.
They were getting it together, now, starting to move in unison... Kikumaru felt himself on the downward spiral to bliss and could sense that Oishi was just about there.
"Good?"

Oishi was having a bit of trouble holding himself up, but he didn't want to let go of Kikumaru. The pleasure was making him weak and he rubbed against Kikumaru, pushing into him, withdrawing a couple of inches and pushing back in again in a steady, intense sort of rhythm.

Face pressed into the curve of Kikumaru's neck, Oishi didn't stop and didn't change his angle. He knew he was getting dangerously close and wasn't about to risk ruining this for Kikumaru.

They moved against each other like they'd always done it - like they had nothing more to learn from one another - and Oishi marvelled at the moisture between them. Against Kikumaru's neck, voice muffled and barely audible, Oishi groaned, "So good. Eiji..."

"Mmm.."
The spikes of pleasure running through Kikumaru's body were becoming more intense and more frequent... in his fantasies, he hadn't counted on Oishi lasting too long, envisaging a scenario where he'd have to help himself along...
...the realms of his imagination hadn't a hope of envisaging or even replicating the incredible feelings running through him, the aphrodisiacal nature of Oishi's voice and touch, or even that intangible intense feeling that he now knew to be love. He was close, really close, the combined effects of Oishi just brushing his prostate and the feeling of skin against his cock was bringing him down fast.

Gasping against damp strands of Kikumaru's hair, Oishi's hand slid over his lover's hip, reaching between them to wrap his fingers around Kikumaru's erection. He stroked him firmly - no teasing - and pulled back a little, unable to penetrate quite so deeply and still keep his wits about him.

He consoled himself with the knowledge that, if he came first, he would finish Kikumaru off the best way he knew how.

Beneath him, sweatslick and hazy-eyed, Kikumaru was the most beautiful person Oishi had ever seen. He closed his eyes, then, and pressed his mouth against Kikumaru's shoulder. "God, Eiji," he gasped. "I can't hold back much longer. It's too good..."

A smile flickering on his lips as he exhaled, Kikumaru joined his hand to Oishi's, not to guide or restrict but simply to touch and connect and meld into one.
"Me too," He breathed. "Come, Oishi, please..."
Crying out a little as he felt himself tense in anticipation, Kikumaru gripped Oishi's hand a little harder.
"Together.."

"Yes. Ahh, Eiji..."
Oishi was breathing hard, holding tightly to Kikumaru while he jerked him faster. While he'd intended to hold back until after Kikumaru had come first, there was no way he could withstand the tightening of Kikumaru's muscles around his cock and he came hard inside him with a muffled shout against his shoulder.

He kissed Kikumaru's shoulder, licking his lips after to retain the taste of his lover's skin, and didn't loosen his hold. "Let me feel you, Eiji."

"Yeah, keep going..."
Oishi was still inside him yet they couldn't move together in the same way. Oishi's hands slick over him were bringing him ever closer to the edge, however, and in one sudden movement he arched his back and came as pleasure coursed through his body and  consumed him.
His hand was still over Oishi's, and he helped to stroke himself out until he was spent.
He gazed up at his lover with eyes that were languid and amused.
"Mmm, my Oishi."

When Kikumaru stiffened against him, spilling his release over Oishi's fist, Oishi slumped against him, utterly spent. The truth was, Oishi had run in marathons that hadn't left him as depleted of energy as one lovemaking session with Kikumaru had.

He kissed Kikumaru's neck, a low, satisfied rumble in the back of his throat, and exhaled slowly.

"Yours. Always yours."

Kikumaru hummed his satisfaction, wrapping tired arms around Oishi to hold him close.
He wanted to find some words, ask Oishi if that wasn't the best thing he'd ever  experienced, tell him that itonly got better from here, wonder if Oishi was comfortable, buried as he still was inside Kikumaru...
but he didn't really feel they were needed. That, or he was too tired, happy to exist in this warm hazy state with Oishi. It was perfect.

After a few moments, Oishi rose on his elbows to kiss Kikumaru's lips. He kissed him two or three times before he could really smile. But his smile became a grimace when he shifted and felt himself sliding out of Kikumaru.

"That was uncomfortable; I apologize."

He realized that polite was really the last thing he wanted to be and he looked a little tentative, then. "Are you okay? Was that all right?"

Squeezing his arms around Oishi a little tighter, Kikumaru returned his kisses with enthusiasm (as much as he could muster) and continued to smile at him.
"It was perfect," He said, nuzzling at Oishi's neck. "You're perfect. Don't you just feel incredible?"
He had regained his breath, and was settling into a warm, relaxed state, prepared to doze in Oishi's arms for the entire night.

Oishi shifted to stretch out beside Kikumaru, rolling him over and snuggling him close as he pulled the blanket up around his shoulders.
He kissed Kikumaru's forehead and sighed in contentment.

"Perfect is the best word that I can come up with."

Thinking of nothing beyond this room, and holding Kikumaru against him, Oishi smiled and allowed himself to bask in the languid warmth of their closeness. "I really love you, Eiji."

Putting a hand to Oishi's cheek in the gesture that now came so naturally to him, Kikumaru traced the line of his jaw with his fingers, moving down his neck to settle on his breast. Hearing those words from Oishi again was making him a little emotional.

"I know," He said, the words coming from somewhere else, this time. He buried his face in Oishi's neck, suddenly, squeezing his eyes shut. "I know."

With one hand at the back of Kikumaru's neck and the other rubbing slow circles on his back, Oishi told himself that it would be in very poor form to get all emotional and cry. He wanted to be strong for Kikumaru.

It didn't stop his throat from getting tight or his eyes from watering,  though.

"Thank you," he whispered.

Pressing his face closer to Oishi's skin, Kikumaru felt his face crumpling in on itself and the backs of his eyes burning.
Kikumaru rarely cried. He didn't know why it had to happen now, of all times. All he knew was that he felt terribly overwhelmed and exhausted, with a heart that was aching for Oishi... with happiness, maybe.
He'd never felt a connection so intense, he realised that he was usually disengaged with people, somehow...so to feel something that he could truly recognise as love was a beautiful if not intense and terrifying experience.
He sniffed back the fluid that was threatening to leak out of his nose, onto Oishi's skin, and took a deep shaky breath.

Oishi wrapped his arms around Kikumaru's back, pulling him closer and atop him. "Shh, Eiji," he soothed, even though he was completely unable to hold back his own tears.

"I know it's a lot to deal with all at once - I feel it, too - but I'm so grateful..."

Unsure of what to say; unsure if he should be saying anything at all, Oishi continued to stroke his back and try to make him feel okay about feeling as deeply as he needed to and expressing it.

Kikumaru drew back to look into Oishi's eyes.
"I knew it," he said, voice shaky, "I know you're feeling it exactly the same...I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world."
A flicker of a smile broke over his face despite shoulders that were shaking.
"We're shocking," laughing a little, he sniffed again and wiped tears from red bleary eyes with the back of his hand.
"I didn't want you to remember this with me blubbing at the end. But maybe that just goes to show how good this is."
Kikumaru's bottom lip trembled and his face crumpled again as a new wave of tears threatened to break at his own statement. Laughing and crying at the same
time... Oishi must have thought he was mad.

The look on Oishi's face left no question as to what he thought, what he felt. There was no confusion at Kikumaru's reaction, no hesitation at his own.

There was simply happiness - sublime happiness - and unmistakable love.

He loved Kikumaru. Loved the things he did and the things he said and the way he felt so deeply but could rarely show it. That he showed it so easily to Oishi made him feel like there was nothing in the world that could compare to *this*.

"I want to remember it exactly as it is," he told Eiji matter-of-factly. "It's not as if I'd ever forget, anyway."

He laughed then - he couldn't help it - and hugged Kikumaru tight enough to cut off his supply of oxygen. "I love you, Kikumaru Eiji!"

Kikumaru squeaked as he was pulled into a bone-crunching hug and couldn't help but laugh as well.
"And boy do I love you too."
He squirmed around over Oishi's body till he found a position that was comfortable and flopped his head down, so relaxed he could just about melt. His breathing was settling down, only a little hiccupy in the aftermath of tears. After a period of silence, filled with warmth, Kikumaru found himself laughing softly again.
"You're very... impressive, Oishi, you know that, don't you?"

It would completely acceptable to Oishi if Kikumaru never moved again. He'd never been this content and comfortable in all his life. He hugged Kikumaru, happy to touch and pet his back.

"Impressive?" Oishi's disbelief was audible. He couldn't imagine what Kikumaru found so impressive about him. "Why do you think so?"

Kikumaru laughed softly, cheeks flushed and his hair soft and damp in the aftermath of their exertions.
"No, Oishi, I mean... you're very... impressive."
He raised his eyebrows to convey as much innuendo as he could.
"I mean, in all other aspects you're impressive as well. But... as far as it goes... you're pretty impressive."

While he couldn't believe Kikumaru had the power to make him blush after what they'd just done together, there was no denying the heat climbing up Oishi's neck and face.

"Oh!"

He chewed his bottom lip, thoughtful, and finally said, "I was afraid I'd ruin it for you. I didn't have time to plan it."

Kikumaru was biting his bottom lip too, in an effort not to laugh. He wasn't entirely sure Oishi knew what he was saying.
"Oishi, it was perfect. I don't think it would have happened any other way, do you?"
He rubbed his hand over Oishi's skin a little, massaging.
"I don't think you're getting me, though... what I mean to say is that you're... impressively endowed."

Oishi flushed crimson. "Oh! Oh, I see."

There was no way in the world that Oishi was going to tell Kikumaru that he'd had a plan for this. There was supposed to have been a beautiful hotel room, room service, hours of foreplay (that he'd have received instruction from Gakuto as to the execution of) and, finally...

Oishi realized that he couldn't imagine it ending up any way other than it had today. And he had no regrets.

But he was going to have to respond to Kikumaru's embarrassing flattery or he would simply spontaneously combust. "Yours is very nice, also."

As soon as the words left his lips, Oishi knew they were the WRONG ONES. But it was too late to call them back.

Kikumaru burst out laughing. He hadn't meant to, for fear of offending Oishi but he just couldn't help it. It was his own fault for bringing it up in the first place.
"I'm sorry," He said, giggling into Oishi's neck. "I didn't mean to bring it up. I just thought that you and I were so lucky it deserved comment. I'm glad you're happy too."
Kikumaru had a habit of turning situations ludicrous.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you."
He tried to repress a third wave of giggles.

Kikumaru's giggles were - always - incredibly contagious to Oishi. Embarrassed, he might be, but he couldn't very well hang onto embarrassment after the sex he'd just had.

"It's all right, Eiji," he laughed, ruffling up the back of Kikumaru's fluffy hair. "Of course I'm flattered. I'm just glad that I can...please you."

Kikumaru hadn't said so, but Oishi was afraid that 'well endowed' would mean discomfort for Kikumaru. He looked happy, though. He looked as happy as Oishi felt.

"You can do that alright," Kikumaru said in his low, devious voice, voice reverberating against Oishi's skin. He sighed happily, ceasing his massage of Oishi's chest and simply lying, content.
"And you know... as we go, you've got to tell me what you want, too."

There were hours and hours of time together to look forward too, discovering, experimenting... Kikumaru felt like he was 16 again.

Oishi couldn't help touching Kikumaru. If he were going to hold him at all, he had to touch his skin, stroke him, feel him.
Kikumaru's words gave him pause - what did he want? What else was there? What else could he possibly ask for that Kikumaru hadn't just given to him?

"I will. Anything with you is what I want. I know it sounds dumb or...whatever. But it's true."

"It doesn't sound dumb," Kikumaru said, breathing slowly, enjoying Oishi's touch. "I love you."

He wondered if they'd fall asleep, and when they'd wake up, and when they'd next have the chance to fall asleep in eachothers arms, or join their souls together again... it was a beautiful moment, that he could just lie there and relax and think about the days ahead, or think about nothing at all. It was bliss.

Sliding his fingers into Kikumaru's hair, Oishi stroked the back of his neck and closed his eyes. There was no tension, no rush to move, no need to do anything other than what he was doing right that moment.

And he'd completely forgotten that Gakuto should have returned by now.

"I love you, Eiji," he murmured, but he thought Kikumaru might have already fallen asleep.