I feel him move, whispering softly in my ear, his lips barely grazing my lobes.

"I want you."

And my eyes snapped open.

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//He...he wants me? Me?// I know this is some kind of cruel joke he's playing on me... Nobody would want me, especially him.

Hisashi slowly wound his arms around my waist, holding me close to him. My breath caught as he gently kissed the sensitive area below my ear and moving down, he places long, languid kisses at the junction of my neck and shoulders.

"Hi-hisashi! What are you doing?" I gasped out, but he places a few more kisses there before returning to my ear. Ok, I know I'm probably red as a cooked lobster right about now...

"Jiro, please..." he breathed, making my skin tingle. I felt dizzy all of a sudden and leaned back towards him, thoughts of what's going on between us swimming in my head. //This is happening too fast...// Everything Hisashi did to me felt extremely good. And I haven't felt this good in a long, long time.

At that moment, somehow, I knew it was too late for me. Everything's already melted away and all I could feel was him -- only him and nothing else. I moaned as one of his hands came up to softly take hold of my chin, carefully tilting my head to the side to expose more of my throat. He begins to lick and suck at my skin while his other hand found its way under my t-shirt. I gasped again, desperately reaching up behind me to find my fingers tangled in his toussled hair. I gave the soft stands a tug and whimper, turning my head around, my lips wanting badly to make contact with his. I admit it -- I was very anxious. He apparently senses my desperate need and allows me to take hold of the back of his head. I forced his lips down onto my own hungry ones, the urge to taste him overpowering me completely. The kiss was awkward at first, but then Hisashi slowly flicked his tongue against my lips, silently asking to be let inside. I carefully part them and his tongue enters, exploring every part of my willing mouth. //He tastes faintly of cigarettes...// I mused to myself, fascinated by his taste.

My mind blanked out as he began sucking on my tongue. //Oh, god...// And I thought the massage felt good, but now... //I still can't believe that Hisashi could be gentle with me,// I thought, as Hisashi softly strokes my cheek, almost as if he was handling something delicate and fragile. But I'm not delicate...nor fragile...If anyone looks delicate around here, it's definitely him.

He withdrew slightly and caught my lower lip between his teeth, gently tugging on it before returning to fully claim my lips once more. The hand underneath my t-shirt has traveled up higher, now roaming on my chest and bunching up the front of my shirt. //Hisashi...I want to look at you...// I ended the kiss abruptly and turned myself around to face him. Face to face...Just me and him. He slowly removed his warm hand from my chest, leaving me a bit cold for a moment. Still, both of us were panting and flushed from our mind-numbing kiss. Man, I've never experienced anything so painfully erotic in all my life! I look at him and he stares at me, his eyes dark with desire. And from looking at his swollen lips, rumpled clothes, and mussed hair, I couldn't help but feel even more aroused than I already was.

//So sexy...// I licked my lips in anticipation.

Capturing his face between my palms, I slowly traced my thumb along his soft bottom lip. He closed his eyes and darted his tongue out against my fingers, placing kisses on them before drawing them into his mouth. His warm, wet tongue circles each digit and sucks them greedily. So you're as desperate as me...Aren't you, Hisashi?

I watched quietly, my breathing growing erratic every minute. I was truly intrigued by this man in front of me and would probably do anything for him right now, if he asked. But he said he wanted me. Wanted me -- the childish, pixie-faced, tantric 'Jiro-chan.' Nobody would ever believe it if they hadn't seen it themselves. Heck, I still don't even know if this is really happening! Hisashi opens his eyes, gazing at me and all my thoughts and inhibitions flew out of the window. It is happening -- everything. And I want it as much as he does...I wanted it all. I withdrew my fingers, sliding them out of the warmth and he smiled seductively at me. Still, I hope I know what I'm getting myself into...

"Hisashi..." But he laid a finger over my lips, effectively silencing me.

He carefully climbed onto my lap and hooked his legs around my waist, clinging to my shoulders and leaning in to nuzzle at my throat. It's kind of funny, now that I think of it -- he reminds me so much of his precious cat, Ayu, right now. I giggle and Hisashi looks up at me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

"Then why were you giggling?" he asked, looking all the more curious.

"You wanna know?"

"Yes."

"You really wanna know?"

"Uh huh.," ha answered, frowning slightly. Hehe, I can tell that he was getting more annoyed so I stopped it right there. Hey, you think I want to go to an early grave? Heck no!

"Well, you kinda reminded me of Ayu a minute ago so that's why I was laughing," I told him and he rolled his eyes at me. Hisashi slowly unhooked his legs from my waist climbed off my lap. //What did I do wrong!?// "Hisashi," I called out, but he just scurried to the other end of the couch and pouted, hugging his kness to his chest. I crawled over to him and draped an arm around his shoulders.

"Hisashi, did I say something...?" Hisashi turned to me and sighed.

"You ruined a really romantic moment," he informed me and went back to pouting at the wall.

He's mad at me because of that?! Haha, what a strange person...I bring up his beloved cat and he gets mad at me. It must be PMS...(Wari: Sorry, couldn't help it! ^^) And since when did Hisashi become such a romantic? I sighed and thought about it. I guess it was an intimate moment...Great, now I feel bad. Gotta apologize to him. You know, I think I've done more apologizing to him tonight than I have in the ten years I've known him!

"Hisashi, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spoil the moment. It was just that you looked so beautiful and acted so kawaii that I couldn't help but think it.
Please don't be mad at me." And there you have it ladies and uh...ladies! The most pathetic apology I could come up with at the spur of the moment. I looked at Hisashi and noticed that the pout was replaced by a smile. I grinned, feeling relieved. Hmm, I guess I'm better at this than I gave myself credit for.

"Apology accepted," he said. Then without any kind of warning, Hisashi threw himself at me and latched his slender arms around my neck, pulling me on top of him as we both fell back onto the couch cushions. He laughed and kissed my lips once again. Oh, he feels so good against me...I cupped his face in my hands and deepened our kiss, my tongue running along the ridges of his teeth and licking his thin lips. Immediately, I was reminded once more about our 'activities' earlier, before Hisashi had gotten mad at me. I tensed and pulled a bit away from him. He opens his eyes and gazes at me, the same look coming back in his eyes.

"I like you, Jiro...a lot."

I took a breath, "I like you, too, Hisashi but...I'm not so sure if we should be doing this..."

"Oh..." he says, looking away from me. I knew it -- I hurt him, didn't I? Stupid!

Then I felt his hands at the small of my back, moving down lower and lower until they rested on the backpockets of my jeans. He brings his burning gaze to me again and I couldn't help but turn my head away from him. The look in his eyes was just too damn intense.

"Do you want me to stop?" A question -- It should seem like such a simple question, but at that time it seemed like the hardest question in the world to me.

//He's asking if it's ok with me?// I reluctantly look back into his dark, almond-shaped eyes. That fiery look wasn't there anymore, but a look of
understanding and hope had replaced it. I swear that that moment was the most nerve-wracking ever in my life. Something I've always dreamt of was happening, yet I was completely unsure of myself! It was time to make a decision that might screw up my relationship with Hisashi...or begin a new one. I bit my lip and slowly shook my head.

"No, don't stop," I pleaded softly in a whisper. The decision had been made...and I had no regrets.

He smiles and then we kiss for the third time that night. His fingers grab onto the hem of my t-shirt and pull it up along my back. I broke the kiss and sat up, helping him to take it off. Then I pulled the cotton material off my body and flung it somewhere across the room, turning my attention back to Hisashi's own button-down shirt. //This should be easier to remove.// But I let my fingers linger over the buttons, wanting to torture him a little. You know, to watch him squirm. Having a bit of fun -- that's what I call it. He groans and tries to unbutton them himself, only to have my hands capture his wrists, pinning them above his head.

"Be patient," I scolded gently and my right hand came down to start unbuttoning his shirt. Haha! This is so much fun! The feeling of being in control was definitely something I could get used to...

I finally undid the last button, now in the process of pulling the cloth from his shoulders and through his arms. He arches against me off the couch to help and I can feel his erection through the thick denim of my jeans. I blushed and he tossed his shirt someplace behind the couch, then immediately grabbing holdof me again and pressing our bodies together. Hisashi reached for my hips, pulling them to his and desperately began grinding. I moaned and nipped at his throat, leaving a trail of kisses as I moved lower to his chest, my fingers finding a nipple and absently toying with it. My mouth followed suit and closed around the other nub, licking at the pale bit of flesh and occasionally
catching it between my teeth, gently tugging until I hear him gasp, his fingernails clawing at my back. He wraps a leg around me and shut his eyes.

"Yeeessss..." he sighed, then one of his hands felt around for the button of my jeans. My mouth leaves his nipple and moves down lower to kiss around his lithe torso. He finally finds the button and I let him undo it, then his fingers atomatically reach for my zipper, yanking it down in one pull and sliding the jeans off of me. He threw them to the floor and quickly noticed my yellow smiley face boxers. They were a gift from my mom, ok? There, Mom -- are ya happy? I wore 'em just for you. He looks back up to me and opens his mouth to no doubt comment on my choice of underwear.

"Nice...gotta get me something like those." He giggles and I can't help but laugh myself. They were pretty silly-looking...Sorry, Mom...

His hand then accidentally brushed over my groin and I cried out. "Aahhh...! Hisashi!"

"Mmm, aren't we anxious?" He threw a smirk my way and eyed the bulge under my boxers, rubbing his hands together.

I bit my lip and returned the smirk, "Heh, it's not like you're less anxious than I am right now...so...let's see what yours look like, eh?"

"Hentai!" Hisashi mockingly scolded me, but I just blew him a kiss and turned back his pants.

I undid the button on his pants and my face hovered over his zipper. I grinned, my hands coming to grasp Hisashi's hips to steady him and I peer back up, seeing a look of amusement on his face. Taking hold of the small tab with my teeth, I pulled down the zipper slowly, taking my time. He giggles and his fingers tangle themselves in my hair, softly tugging. He sighed as I slipped the pants past his hips and down his legs. He hurriedly kicks off the stubborn thing that pooled around his ankles, and as soon as he was rid of them, he wound his arms around my body and I can feel the heat of his arousal that lay underneath the dark blue silk boxers.

"Am I turning you on?" I asked him coolly, holding back my smirk.

"H-hai!" he grunts out and nods.

"Good," I said, and then I disentangled Hisashi's willowy arms from me, hearing a small noise of protest coming from him.

I sat back again and simply admired the beauty that lay before me. My eyes roamed over his delicate frame now covered with a light sheen of sweat. His lashes fluttered shut and he blindly reached out for me. I grasped his hand and brought it to my lips, turning to place kisses on his palm and his beating pulse. Looking back down to take in his expression, I find him returning my look, keeping his eyes lock with mine. I mouthed out silently, 'kirei'...and watched his lips curl into an easy smile. What is it about him that makes me act this way?
//I've never seen a more beautiful person...// It's incredible how he always manages to take my breath away...

"Jiro, hold me," he begs and I reach out, pulling him up to me for an embrace. //Such soft skin...// I lazily ran my hands up and down his smooth back, dropping kisses in the hollow of his throat. He brushes the bangs from my eyes and bends down to kiss the top of my head. I heard an intake of breath as he buried his face in my hair, deeply inhaling the scent of my shampoo.

"I like what you're doing with your hair. It's very nice," Hisashi said, idly running his fingers through my blond tresses.

"Thanks," I muttered out and lowered him to the couch again, my fingers automatically hooking themselves under the elastic waist band of his boxers and my mouth descended over his member, which was still trapped underneath the blue silk.

"Oh! Uhn...yes...!" he panted as I slowly pulled off the boxers, almost fullyexposing him to my lecherous eyes.

"Mmm, I want to see you so badly, Hisa!" And I pulled them off completely, sliding the silk down his slim legs and twirling them around my finger before dropping them to the floor. I didn't hesitate to take in the marvelous sight of Hisashi lying blissfully nude beneath me, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead, and panting softly. Damn! I swear, I got so hot just by looking at him.

"Jiro, take them off," he whines and pouts while his hands reach out to tug on my smiley face boxers.

"Alright, I'll take them off," I assured him and moved my hands to the top of my boxers, resting them there, but not exactly movingto take them off just yet. Then I notice that a predatory gleam came into his eyes.

"Not fast enough!" Hisashi said, and lunged at me, yanking off my boxers with a loud 'rip'.

"Eeep!" I cried and went tumbling to the floor, taking him along with me, and we landed on the floor in a heap of tangled limbs.

"Oww..." I hear him moan in pain and look over to see what was wrong, noticing that he still had a piece of my torn underwear in his hand...Well, what my mom doesn't know won't hurt her.

"Hisa, are you ok?"

"Yeah, but I broke a nail..." he said, carefully nursing the chipped nail on his index finger. I facevaulted. A broken nail?

"Mou...if you didn't tackle me like that, then we wouldn't have fallen off the couch and you wouldn't have broken your nail."

"Gomen ne, Jiro-chan," he apologized and slowly crawled over on all-fours to where I fell then rubbed our naked bodies together. Oh yes, I forgot -- we were naked...

He purred, "Let's continue on the couch, shall we?" And he licked the shell of my ear then playfully nipped at it, breaking the silly mood of us falling on our asses off the couch. I can feel myself growing harder every second and I picked him up, carrying him back to the couch and surprising him by taking hold of his erection in my grip.

"Oooowww!! Ahh!!!"

"Whoa! Didn't mean to be so rough, Hisa. Let me make it up to you."

Hisashi threw his head back and grit his teeth as I replaced the hand with my mouth. I licked at his length, moving up and down but not fully taking it all into my mouth. I made my way back up to kiss the tip, then slowly lowered my mouth over his member, going down as deep as I could without gagging. He writhes beneath me, clawing at the cushions and making little mewing noises, obviously enjoying what I'm doing to him. Then he begins bucking his hips off the cushions, thrusting himself deeper into my throat.

"Aaaahhhh...I-I'm coming, Jiro," he wailed out, clutching at the back of my head and tensed up.

I felt the hot liquid fill my mouth and grimaced slightly at the taste. Bitter...and salty, but I made myself swallow most of it while the rest
dribbled onto Hisashi's stomach. I licked at him for a little longer to clean him up and sat back on my heels, smacking my lips. I look down and see a tired smile slowly spreading across his face.

"Come here," he commanded gently and pulled me down to him for a kiss. I moaned into his mouth and grabbed his hand, putting it up to my hard-on that badly needed to be relieved, but he jerked his hand back and broke our kiss.

"Jiro, I need you. Will you let me have you?"

You know, I've never done anything like this before...I mean, with a guy...and my first time had to be with Hisashi. I really don't deserve it.

"Hai," I nodded and a wonderful feeling consumed me. I wanted and needed Hisashi to claim me -- to completely and utterly possess me, even if it's just for tonight...

He smiled again, with more energy this time and his hand wandered down to his stomach, where the rest of his seed covered him. He took some of it and moved lower to his gradually hardening sex, moaning as he spread the sticky substance on himself while I watched with curiosity.

"This was the only kind of lubrication I could think of," I heard him mumble and realized what he meant. I climbed onto his lap and straddled his thighs, waiting for him to finish coating himself.

He finishes quickly and calls out to me, "Jiro, I know you've never done this before so I'm telling you that it's going to hurt at first..." I bit my lip and nodded. "But it's going to feel great after that," he assured me me with a wink. I couldn't resist cracking a smile.

"Are you ready for me?"

I nodded again.

"Take me, Hisa." //Here we go...//

Hisashi grabbed ahold of my hips and guided them over his stiff member. I hovered anxiously over him and finally gathered up the courage to carefully lower my body onto his sex, my breath hitching as his head slowly penetrated my opening.

"It's ok, Jiro. I'll go slow," he whispers softly up to me. I trust him -- I really do. Then why am I so scared?

I continued lowering myself down, gradually taking him in inch by inch. Man, he wasn't kidding when he told me that it would hurt. He thrusts up slowly, helping me to accommodate his length and I hear him grunting and groaning, obviously trying to control himself so that he wouldn't hurt me as much. After some time, he's completely buried inside me and I sigh, starting to feel more relaxed. Unconsciously, I began bobbing up and down, signaling to Hisashi that now was the time. He thrusts his hips up as I pushed down, meeting him halfway and he pulled back, almost slipping completely out of me. Then he thrusted up again, hitting a magic spot somewhere inside me and I saw stars behind my eyes, my vision slowly clouding over. I gritted my teeth and placed my hands on either sides of Hisashi's head.

"Ugghhh! Oh, yes! Right there," I cried out and rode him harder and faster, every thrust hitting that same sweet spot over and over again. I thrashed my head about, totally caught in ecstacy and panted out words of encouragement down to him.

He grasps my hip with one hand while the other went around my sex, vigorously pumping. I grunted and threw back my head as he continued to slam into me with unbelievable force. This was too much! I couldn't take it anymore and screamed as I was swept away by an orgasm.

"Aaaahhhhhhhhh!!!"

I came again and again, onto the cushions, onto his perfect chest and sighed. Hisashi couldn't hold back any longer, either and let out a long yell, climaxing himself, his fingers digging into my hips. I fell limp into his waiting arms, tired and sated. Oh, that was the best sex I ever had...

He slowly pulled out of me and I felt a bit empty without him; but we laid there, panting, trying to recover from our recent lovemaking. Lying on the couch, limp in each other's arms, our bodies soaked with sweat. The smell of musk and sex lingered in the room around us and I wrinkled my nose slightly. //Ugh...we kinda stink.// Maybe I better get washed up. No, I'm too tired. I don't even think I can get up... //Damn, my ass is gonna be so sore in the morning.//

I tried not think about that and instead, began tracing some random patterns onto Hisashi's chest. Then I felt his fingers absently combing my hair.

"Are you ok?" he asked me, somewhat breathlessly.

"Yes, I'm fine. That was really something..." I blushed. I amaze myself, you know that? I mean, after having sex with him, I'm still embarrassed to bring it up! He suddenly chuckled.

"Haha, yea, we're gonna have to do that again soon," he says, winking and wriggling his eyebrows at me. I'm surprised that he even has the energy to do that.

"Hisa! Bad boy!" //There's gonna be a next time?// I smiled and giggled, thinking about what the next time would be like.

"Ok, ok, let's get some sleep and wait for them to come unlock the doors tomorrow," he said, placing a kiss on my forehead.

//Oh, I'd totally forgotten that we were still locked in the studio...// But I'm not going to worry about that right now. Too tired...

I yawned and curled up on top of him, my eyes fluttering shut.

"Mmm, oyasumi, Hisa," I mumbled out.

A snore was all I got in response.

part 4