I was in Haru-san's large bedroom, standing by the side of the king-size bed, making out with him. His kiss was indeed the best, so to say, because I never had others to compare. When his lips were attached to mine, I voluntarily opened my mouth, letting his tongue in and devouring the inside of my mouth. First he stroked my mouth-roof, sending me a ticklish shiver on the back of my neck. Then he licked the back of my tooth, and then playing with my tongue, sucking it.

At the beginning, the first time I received this kind of adult kiss, I had difficulties of breathing, until he told me to breathe through my nose.

When he finally broke his kiss, I clumsily lean forward and followed his lips. Probably with a wanton look on my face, because a devious smile plastered on his handsome face.

Haru-san chuckled and gave me the kiss I wanted. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to his broad shoulder, moaning and gasping under his caresses. He stroked my back and rested his hands on the crack of my butt over my jeans. He rubbed and massaged it and made me moaning more.

I was getting hard, my breaths were heavier, and my body heat rose. I wanted him more; I want to feel him inside me. 

I wanted him to fuck me.

His hand moved to the front of my jeans, undoing the button and the fly before sliding it in and took my half hard penis into his hand.

But something felt wrong...!

Why did the hand came from my back, while I was still embracing Haru-san that was in front of me?

Then I realized that it was a completely different pair of hands...

Warm lips kissed my nape while I felt another body heat was drawing near at me from behind. I turned my head and surprised seeing the doppelganger of my Haru-san, but with longer hair and more friendly expression. 

Natsuhiko!

I protested. "Haru-san, what in the...?"

I stopped at that when I saw the cunning smile of my beloved.

"You want this, don't you?" he said, "Because you can't choose between the two of us."

But I did choose...

I chose Chiba Haruhiko. I think... 

Think?

"But I choose you, Haru-san..." I said with weak voice, uncertain of myself.

"You sounds like you doubted yourself," the similar deep voice came from my back. "You want me too, don't you?"

"Na...Natsuhiko..."

I took turn staring at Haru-san and Natsuhiko in disbelief. I admit that I wanted them both, but not like this!

I twisted my body to escape from them, but they pinned me in the middle and locking me with their hands on my waist and hip. I writhed as hard as I could, but the effort was useless. They still locked me in the middle, trapped like a butterfly on a spider web, caught between their tall, perfectly sculpted bodies.

I gulped when I felt hot, thick, half-erect rod pressing from both my front and my rear over my jeans. Natsuhiko was rubbing his on my butt crack, and gradually getting harder, while Haru-san—still with his devious smile—pulled out my penis from the opened gap of my jeans and stroking it with his hand. On my rear, Natsuhiko was busy pulling my pants down and slid his hands into it; rubbing my butt directly on the skin.

I moaned from the pleasure of both places. Natsuhiko's breath was hot to on my neck, he licked and kissed my nape and bit it gently. Though the bite was gentle, it still hurt a little. I opened my mouth to protest, but Haru-san caught it, devouring me with his. Biting and sucking both my upper and lower lip.

Both of them were not giving me the slightest chance of complaining nor escaping. When I realized, I was already too weak to struggle and had given in to the pleasure.

"L-let me go..." I protested in weak, horny sigh as my last effort to get away.

My face felt hot and my breathing was short and hard. My body was limping and leaning on Natsuhiko who was supporting my back. I lay my head on his shoulder while gazing at Haru-san with flushed face.

"Let you go? Look at your slutty face," said Haru-san cruelly, "You want this. I can tell. When it comes to pleasure, you'll easily give yourself in just like that."

"N-no..." I refuted, shaking my head.

"Then what is this?" he squeezed my penis, hard enough to made me cried in pain.

"Haruhiko!" Natsuhiko scolded him, disliking what he did to me.

Haru-san glared at his twin brother coldly, ignoring his protest and kept torturing me with his words and actions.

"I bet you'll do it with everyone who's willing to fuck you, don't you?"

My eyes was brimming with tears. His words hurt me more than his grip on my cock.

"N-no... it wasn't like that..."

Tears flowing on my cheek.

"Haruhiko!" Natsuhiko growled at him and pressing his tone in every syllable of his brother's name.

"Then what is?" said Haru-san, ignoring his twin again. He leaned forward and glared at me with that evil look on his face.

Tears kept flowing on my cheek as I closed my eyes.

"I-it was because of you... Both of you. Only you can make me feel this way. I-I've never done this with anyone but you, Haru-san..." I opened my eyes, pleading him with my gaze.

"How about me, Mako?" Natsuhiko whispered in my ear. His voice was almost sad, but full of lust.

"N-now I want you too..."

Natsuhiko smiled and took both of my hand before kissing the back of my right hand. Then his head moved closer to my face and he kissed me.

His kiss was different with Haru-san; it's more gentle, more caring, while Haru-san's kiss was biting, intense and more passionate. Natsuhiko licked my lips like a cat before he slid his tongue in to my mouth and started to stroke my tongue tenderly. It was so good that I can't help to voluntarily participated by returning his kiss and moaned.

"Hnng... Nggh... Mmm..."

In the corner of my eyes, I could see Haru-san was frowning. He took his clench off my penis and yanked my hand off from Natsuhiko's grip and made me tumbled toward him. It was Natsuhiko who was kindly hoisted my body so I didn't fall onto the floor.

Haru san took off his suit and tie, unbuttoning his shirt before he unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. He pulled out his half-hard penis and shoved my head onto his crotch right in front of his cock.

I could smell his arousal that was start rising. He shoved his penis onto me and pressed it on my lips. Natsuhiko was frowning in dislike, but he didn't say anything. Keeping his silent might one of his agreement with his older twin brother to allow him participate in this threesome. Now I could see why he didn't jump and bashed his brother like he would have done when someone was hurting me.

My head felt blank; I didn't know what to think anymore. I was retracting myself from reality, that way I could put up this whole insanity. Hoping that this was only a mere nightmare. 

Just give in to the pleasure. A voice in my head said.

And so I did...

Haru-san pressed both my cheek with his hand and forced it open. I could taste the pre-cum saltiness from his half-hard penis when he put it into my mouth. I wrapped my mouth over the shaft and start sucking, carefully hid my teeth behind the back of my lips so it won’t scrape him, because he hated if that happened. I moved my head back and forth and licked his penis in the way he like, stroking the base of his crown with my tongue, pulling out and sucking its tip before swallowing it again.

Natsuhiko gulped down his saliva as he watched me pleasing his twin brother. He was rubbing my entrance with his wet finger, pouring some lubricant he must had had prepared. I was used so often that he could push in two fingers easily inside me. It was easy, but when the third one was coming, I winched. That hurt a little.

Natsuhiko prepared me well; he took his time stretching my hole while I was sucking on his brother’s cock. When he finally could insert four fingers in, he took his hand away and made me shuddered. The craving empty feeling was soon fulfilled after he glanced up to his brother, asking permission. Haru-san cocked his head a little in arrogant way as an answer. Permission granted.

Unlike Haru-san who would push his whole length in one stroke, again, Natsuhiko took his time penetrating me slowly. He pressed his thick head through my opened entrance and pushed in, gently moving his hips and gave me shallow strokes until I get used to his shape while he pushed a little deeper in every move.

Haru-san's sex was intense and vigorous—not that it didn't feel good, he was incredible. I could come several times with his technique until I was drained out. But sometimes he didn't think of his partner's feeling. He indeed gave my body pleasure, but I was left empty inside, as if there was a hole in my chest.

Natsuhiko's sex, on the contrary, was so caring, so thoughtful. The way he took good care of me, I could feel that I was loved; every single touch of his was kind and gentle. His technique wasn't as good as his brother, but the hole inside my heart was somewhat fulfilled.

When he finally fully sheathed inside me, he sped up his movement, but not too rough. His thick head was hitting the right spot made my body trembled and cries of pleasure slipped out of my mouth. He noticed and kept attacking the very spot and made me trembled in bliss.

I was too distracted with Natuhiko's sex that I stopped using my mouth and sucking. Haru-san glared at me as I did so. He took my head with both hands harshly, holding it steady and moved his hips and start fucking my mouth. Tears rolled from the corner of my eyes. It hurt and I have breathing difficulties. I tried to protest, but Haru-san didn't even seem to care, he fucked my mouth harder until he winched as his penis was twitching inside my mouth and his semen shot to the back of my throat, choking me as it ran up to my nose.

I pulled back my head and spat the unswallow semen while coughing like crazy. My nose running and my tears dripping. I wiped my mouth with my cardigan sleeve.

I looked up with blank expression and met his gaze. But what was that on his face? Grim? Why did he look at me with that complex expression? As if he was so angry he could cry, and some regret flashed in his eyes.

Haru-san looked at his brother and tilted his head, gesturing the bed. Natsuhiko obediently put his hands behind my knees, pulling me up—with his penis still inside me—and carry me to the bed. As he sat down on it, my body weight made his penis sunk deeper inside me. I shuddered and moaned.

"A...aah... Nnnggh..."

Haru-san took off his shirt and exposed those well defined muscles he work so hard in the gym. I was mesmerized by his sexiness. It was the body that held me countless time in the past half year, yet, I still couldn't get enough of it.

Natsuhiko seemed not wanting to lose with his brother, he also took off his t-shirt and revealing his well built body. His was tanner and brawnier than Haru-san, but since he never got into a gym, his muscles must've been formed by the labor part-time jobs he had for living.

The twins started stripping me naked, while the younger twin pulled off my cardigan and my t-shirt, his older brother took off my jeans and underwear. It was unfair to leave me naked while they both still had their pants on. But I didn't complain.

The bed creaked when Haru-san climbed on it. He took both my knees and spread my legs open; exposing my start-to-limp penis and Natsuhiko's that was still buried deep inside me. It was so embarrassing I could cry.

Haru-san moved forward and pressed his gradually erected shaft on my filled hole. My eyes widened in disbelief, and so did Natsuhiko.

The younger twin finally made his form of protest by stopping his brother by his hand.

"What are you doing?! Are you crazy?! You'll break him if you do that!"

"But our beloved Makoto-chan seems to be unsatisfied," Haru-san smirked evilly. "What do you think, Makoto? Does my little brother satisfy you like I do?"

I was confused.

It was indeed that Natsuhiko could fill the gap in my chest, but I wasn't fully satisfied. Something wasn't quite right. I wanted more. I want harder, more intense sex. I want my ass being filled and ravaged. Natsuhiko was too gentle that he moved too carefully not to hurt me—not that I want it hurt, though. He was good, but it wasn't enough!

However, having double penetration was completely out of the questions! I wasn't a sex fiend that I could take two large penises up my ass.

I shook my head and mumbling a "No" repeatedly, begging Haru-san not to do it.

But that evil glint was still remaining in his eyes. Ignoring his little brother's glare, he forced his cock to enter me, where Natsuhiko's big shaft was already filling me up, there's no space left for a second one.

I cried in pain, or more like screaming.

"No! No! NO!! Haru-san... stop it! It won't be fit! NOO...!"

My eyes brimming with tears again. This time I cried because it hurt so much and for his cruelty.

Natsuhiko gritted his teeth. Haru-san stared at him and smiled devilishly, as if he was challenging him.

My scream was getting louder as Haru-san forcing himself on me. I kept repeating a 'no' loudly. My skin started to break and a drip of blood leaking from the wound. Haru-san wasn't even put a quarter of his thick head in and I was already breaking. I was sobbing hard and writhing away, trying to escape from the pain.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!!" Natsuhiko yelled and pushed his older brother.

Haru-san lifted one of his eyebrows and smirked. "No protesting. No arguing. Just be a good boy and obey me. Remember?" he said, "You just broke the rules."

Natsuhiko clenched his fist but restraining himself not to punch his older twin. He gritted his teeth and slid out of me and retreated back, still holding my body and supported it between his thighs. I could feel the heat from his erection on my back.

"There, you can have him all by yourself," he said angrily.

Haru-san shrugged nonchalantly and pushed his whole length in me in one stroke, penetrating me like he always did. I cried in pain and pleasure. This was still much better rather than having two penises up my ass.

My inside wall remembered Haru-san's shaped, it quickly adjusting his size and squeezing it. Haru-san grimaced as I clamped down his cock inside. From his expression, I could tell that he's feeling good.

Now I know how pissed Natsuhiko would be. Because I could hear his hard breathing for restraining his anger as my head was resting on his chest. I wanted to calm him down and please him, so I took his wet shaft in my hand and pushed his chest gently, as if telling him to move back a little bit more.

Haru-san was fucking my ass with all his might, filling me in and do me in the way I desired. Natsuhiko was confused at first but he obediently backing up with my weak push until my head was reaching his crotch. I twist my body so I could lick his cock. It didn't matter that it was still in me not so long ago. I wanted to repay his kindness, by giving him the best fellatio he ever had.

Natsuhiko cupped my chin gently and turn my face to meet his affectionate gaze. "You don't have to do it if you're not willing to."

I shook my head and smiled, silently thanking him for his gentleness. I took his penis and wrapped it inside my mouth, licking and sucking him. Trailing his long shaft and mouthing his balls. I worked my mouth and my hand on his penis, trying the best I could to make him feel good.

Natsuhiko closed his eyes and sighed. His breathing was still hard, but it wasn't anger now, it was lust. He stretched out his long arm and took my neglected ones. Haru-san didn't even bother to touch it since he was in foul mood and dedicating himself fucking me good and hard.

I was hard in no time in Natsuhiko's touch. The pleasure from my front and my rear dizzied me and I melted in bliss. I was close to come and it won't take long for me to cum in Natsuhiko's hand as he also spasm and shoot his load in my mouth. I coughed and spilled the cloudy thick liquid off my mouth and swallowing the rest.

I was panting hard and tired all over, but it was barely finished. Haru-san hadn't come yet. He hoisted my body and sat me on his lap, pumping hard inside me. I clung on his shoulder like my life was depend on it, yet, slipping a lot because the sweat that covering our bodies. Again, Natsuhiko supported me from my rear, I let go my embrace on Haru-san and lean back at the younger twin, kissing him.

I winched when I felt a hot thick rod rubbing on the crack of my bottom. Natsuhiko was hard again and ready for his second. I was so afraid that he changed his mind and did the double penetration.

Natsuhiko smiled, and telling me not to worry. "I only rub it on you, if you don't mind," he said.

I nodded.

Natsuhiko rubbed his cock on my butt crack and moving his hand to my chest, playing my nipples. I was sighing and moaning in lust. I gazed at Haru-san, craving for his attention. He was neglecting me except only for fucking my lower body. He saw my look and smiled deviously when he finally took my penis and stroked it, leaning his body toward me and gave me his biting kiss, devouring my mouth.

"Ah... yes..." I sighed.

Haru-san was taking care of my body needed while Natsuhiko filled the hollow gap in my chest with his care.

As our body heat rising, the twins moved faster when reaching climax. One came inside me, filling my ass, and the other one came on my rear, soiling my back. I came last and spurted my semen on Haru-san's stomach.

I took both of the twin's faces and drew them close to mine. I smiled as the drowsiness took my conscious away... 

Now I'm feeling complete.

We are one; it can't be either of them. They must come in one set, because I'm incomplete without both of them, I realized before falling into the world of dreams.

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Shogo stretched his legs below his work desk. They were too long that his chair rolled back when he accidentally kicked the bottom rear of his desk.

It bumped onto someone.

"Ouch."

Shogo turned and saw Kawaguchi Kiriko, his superior, who got hit by his chair.

"Sorry Buchou," he said.

"You have to be careful with those long legs of yours," Kawagushi smirked playfully, leaning back purposely and stare at Shogo's long legs below the desk.

Shogo pulled back his legs and hid them below his chair.

Kawaguchi chuckled.

"Just go take a walk and stretch your leg," she kindly said, "Just be back here in 15 minutes."

Shogo energetically stood up right away. In his full height, Kawaguchi's crown was only a little above his chest, but not enough to reach his shoulder, even when she was wearing 8cm stiletto.

"I'm leaving," he saluted, then stroll away.

Leaving Kawaguchi who was chuckling over his weird behavior. He acted like a child with that nonchalant face of his, which seemed very odd.



The tall man didn't know why. He should be still disappointed with Takashi. But without realizing it, his legs led him to the elevator, heading to the floor where the illustration division office resided.

By the time he got there, he saw the illustration division office's door was wide open. He could hear a familiar laughing voice from the inside. It was Ooguma Kyou's deep baritone voice. Though the boy was larger than him, and literally looked like a big bear, he was adorable. The kindest hearted person anyone could meet. He liked him. In a friendly way, though.

The other voice was Takashi's. He loved that crisp tenor voice. And when he sang with it, he'd sounded exactly like Michael Buble.

He wanted to greet them, but when he stopped by the door, he saw Takashi was playing fight with Kyou. Strangling the boy's neck in jest. He knew that it was nothing, but he couldn't help being jealous. He dropped his gaze, turned, and left.

"Sho-chan!" Takashi's voice called as he ran to chase him.

Shogo walked faster and turn to the empty corridor where the emergency exit presented. He chose to walk the stairs down rather than taking the elevator, where he thought Takashi would chase him after.

But just when he entered the door, a hand caught him and slammed him to the wall behind the door.

"Why did you run?!" Takashi growled while staring at his partner's eyes intensely.

Shogo needed to look down to meet his eyes, since Takashi eye level was on his chin. He turned his head to the other side, avoiding the intense gaze.

"I didn't" he said, "I was just taking my time walking around and stretching my legs."

"You've been in foul mood since this morning. Have I done something wrong?"

He doesn't even notice, Shogo sighed.

He brushed his short hair back, "It was nothing," he said, "I just don't feel well."

Takashi sighed in relief. "Thank god! I thought you were mad at me."

Shogo's looked at Takashi in a barely visible disbelief expression. Takashi was smiling widely.

When Takashi's face got closer and kissed him, Shogo didn't resist. Takashi slid his tongue in to Shogo's half-opened lips and stroked his partner's mouth-roof, the back of his teeth, and chased the other man's tongue that was retreated back deeply and emitted a shudder from his throat. Rubbing his half erect penis beneath his jeans onto Shogo's, it only took a few strokes to make it fully erect.

Takashi was a beast when it came to sex. If he got turned on, he'd do it whenever and wherever he wanted it to. If Shogo didn't protest determinedly, he surely would do it in public places without hesitation. Well, that's another reason why Shogo couldn't top him either.

Takashi's hand moved to Shogo's waist line, trailing it from the side with his forefinger before reaching the buckle and undid it.

Shogo caught his wrist.

"We're at the office, Kanoe-san," he used polite formal speech he usually used in the office. Warning Takashi by its strict tone.

"Nobody comes here unless there's a fire or an earthquake. Or some mid-eastern terrorist barged in and then a SWAT team came to the rescue—let's inserts Sylvester Stallone, Jean Claude Van Dame, Jean Reno, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Tom Cruise, Keanu Reeves, Bruce Willis, Martin Lawrence, and Will Smith along the way. [Yes, Takashi was so in to Hollywood's action movies] A lot of explosions, gunfire, impossible martial art fighting. Setting the hostages free and took them out using this emergency exit. Then, at that time they would catch us here while we're smexing each other. That is, before they kill the entire terrorist."

It was a joke.

Shogo was laughing inside, but on the surface, his face didn't twitch even a little.

"You're laughing," Takashi grinned.

"I'm not," Shogo denied.

Takashi kissed him lightly on the lips, "Oh, c'mon. How many years do you think I've known you? I can tell your facial expression even if you didn't have one."

"You think I'm boring?"

"Boring?" Takashi asked back in disbelief. Looking at his partner as if he was giving the stupidest question on earth. "No way! Far from it! It's always fun to play ‘guessing Shinonome Shogo's expressions' all the time. It makes me happy when I know I was right."

Shogo circled his arms around the shorter man's neck and connected his forehead onto his partner's, closing his eyes, feeling happy.

"It's good to see you happy," Takashi said, hugging Takashi's waist and intertwined his fingers on his back, pulling him closer. "But once in a while, I want to see a real smile showing on your face."

"I'm not smiling?" Shogo asked, pulling his head back, gazing at his partner.

"No," Takashi tilted his head, "Your lips stay on a straight line. When you're smiling, your lips are supposed to be curving; making U shape. A bowl shape when you're laughing. And O shape when you're surprised."

Another joke.

"There you go, laughing in silent again. If you're laughing, you should be saying "ha ha ha"."

"Ha ha ha..." Shogo said in monotone voice.

Takashi laughed. "Ok, stop there. That was the worst laugh I've ever heard. It wasn't supposed to be done by force. It has to come from your heart," he pointed his forefinger at Shogo's left chest. "Laugh to your heart extent, like you mean it."

Shogo pouted invisibly.

"Geez... don't pout. I just have no idea what had happened to you that you lost all your facial expressions," he sighed, attaching his head on Shogo's chin.

It was entirely your fault, Shogo complained inside his heart. And luckily Takashi didn't look at his face, if he did; he surely could guess what's on his mind.

"So, shall we continue, then?" Takashi smirked, shoving Shogo's hip to the wall.

Shogo pushed him and turn their position around.

"No, I don't want to do it here. If you're horny, I'll give you a head. Then we can continue at home."

Takashi paused in a thought, then shrugged nonchalantly, "Works for me."

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Both of them were still not moving from where they were. Sitting over the futon and leaning close one and another.

Even after those arguments, Kyou was never losing his hardness. It was bulging suggestively under his jeans. It seemed painful to be stuck inside for so long, so Mochidzuki reached out and undid his lover's jeans, releasing the growing shaft beneath it.

"Wait! No!" Kyou shouted.

When Mochidzuki managed to get it out, Kyou came in instant. His semen erupted in such force; spurted all over Mochidzuki's face. But even after cumming with all his might, his shaft didn't whiter.

"Waah! Sorry!!!" he said in panic. Wiping his lover's face that was stained with his thick liquid.

Mochidzuki smiled deviously and licked the trailing liquid from his nose to his upper lips.

"So thick, and so much..." he said, "I haven't done anything, and you already came in such force. And I see that your taste is still the same."

Mochidzuki pointed at the sky-blue briefs showing the face of Doraemon that was dirtied by semen now.

Kyou blushed, still cleaning Mochidzuki's face.

"That's why I told you not to touch it. I've been restraining my self from the beginning. Moreover, I even haven't jerked off since we break up. Merely touching and kissing you was enough to make me cum. And about my taste, it's none of your concern."

Mochidzuki chuckled and took Kyou's hand off his face and licked the semen that smeared all over his hand. He licked the palm, between his fingers, and finally putting his index and middle finger inside his mouth, licking and sucking while gazing at Kyou and giving away his most seductive look in his eyes.

Kyou gulped down his saliva. He was so tempting that made him wanted to ram him in immediately and gave him his sex.

Still with the seductive look in his eyes, Mochidzuki rose and brought Kyou's hand down to the place between his legs. He was on his knees, between Kyou's legs, straitening his back and opening his thighs, putting Kyou's finger—along with his—inside.

"Hnn!" he sighed. "Your finger is thicker and longer than mine. I tried to touch myself but it wasn't satisfying, mine are too small."

Kyou pressed the second finger in, moving it inside, stretching it. Licking the nipples that presented in front of his face.

"That's why you did it with those men?"

Kyou bit the perky bud hard, making his lover let out a crying gasp.

"Ahn!! N-no! It was after I did it with them. Sex with them weren't satisfying, so I tried to please myself..."

"Only with your fingers? I don't buy that," Kyou inserted another finger, made Mochidzuki winched.

"N... ah! I-I put other th-thing too... Hnnh!"

Kyou's finger pressed the pleasure point inside Mochidzuki, made him cried in bliss.

"What kind of toys?"

Mochidzuki clung on Kyou's shoulder, his legs started to give away. He wanted to use both hand to support his body better, but Kyou locked his other hand by pressing Mochidzuki's fingers with his inside his own hole. Kyou pinned the slender fingers between his rough ones. Forcing the finger to press that particular point.

"P-please... don't tease me... Aah...! Nnh...!"

"What kind of toys?"

Kyou repeated his question, continuously pressing the pleasure point, making his partner close to coming. But when he saw that he was at his peak, he squeezed the base of Mochidzuki's penis hard, preventing him to cum.

"Aaah! Y-you sadist..."

Kyou smiled. His eyes gleamed deviously. He seemed to like this controlling role, it switched on his sadist part.

"Tell me?" he asked again with the sweetest faking tone to tease the other man.

"W-with dildos, th-the vibrating ones, and b-balls..." his eyes started brimming with tears.

Kyou chuckled and held him, stroking his hair. "I'm sorry," he said, "I teased you too much."

"L-let me go then... I want to cum..." Mochidzuki pleaded.

Kyou released his grip on Mochidzuki's penis, stroking it gently, loosing and tightening it in precise movement, inviting his lover to cum.

"Hngg... Nnnh! Aaaah...!"

In his embrace, Mochidzuki shuddered as he spilled his semen onto Kyou's stomach.

"That's not fair, coming twice already..." Kyou said, pretended to be sulking.

Mochidzuki was silent, he waited until the pleasuring shivered was gone, then pulling away from Kyou's embrace. He laid on the futon, spreading his legs apart and opening his stretched hole with his index and middle finger, inviting Kyou in.

"Come then, fill me with your thick rod," he said, again with that seductive smile on his face.

Kyou had to restrain himself not to cum just by the sight. He was sitting on his knees, pulling Mochidzuki closer and put his legs over his thighs. He positioned his shaft in the opening, and pushed it in while holding on Mochidzuki's waist, preventing him from sliding away.

He entered slowly until his thick head was fully inside, stroking gently while pushing in little by little until he was completely sheathed. Mochidzuki's inner wall was twitching intensely; it remembered his shape. He thought he was going to cum just by leaving his penis inside him.

"Oh god," he moaned, "You're so warm. It feels so good inside you, Maou-san. I'm moving now."

He raised a little and lifted Mochidzuki's hip so he could move better.

Kyou stirred slowly inside Mochidzuki, savoring the delicious taste being inside him. Then pulling himself out and leaving only his thick head in, he gave Mochidzuki shallow strokes that made the man beneath him trembled. When Mochidzuki moved his hip and pushing Kyou's penis deeper into his ass, Kyou restrained his hip and continuing to give the shallow strokes.

It was a bitter sweet torture. Mochidzuki wasn't sated just by the shallow strokes. His whole body tingling and his inside were itching to be filled and stroked. He needed it to be inside him whole, filling him up, make him feel contented.

"I-it's not enough..." Mochidzuki writhed beneath him desperately. "I w-want more... Unh... Push it in deeper, fuck me harder!"

His eyes glistened with tears; his whole body blushed and begged for more of Kyou inside him.

He looked so sexy it snapped Kyou's self-control.

Ok, teasing time is over.

Kyou too, actually could barely suppress himself anymore, he was close to come. When the restraint broke, he rammed back in hard until his pubic bone hit his lover's sphincter, lifting his body along with the lower part of his lover, he started to pump vigorously and ravaging Mochidzuki's inside.

The squelching sound from their mixed liquid was so dirty. Liquid poured from Mochidzuki's inside with those vigorous movements, it was a mix between Kyou's pre-cum and his own body liquid. Kyou started thrusting faster and lifted one of Mochidzuki's legs and put in on his shoulder, changing their position. He wrapped Mochidzuki's penis in his hand; stroking it in the same rhythm with his movement.

The stirring stimulation made him dizzy, the pleasure from both his rear and his front felt incredible. Mochidzuki participated by moving his hip to meet Kyou's thrust. The heat in the room rising drastically. Their bodies were glistened in sweats. Kyou held Mochidzuki's leg and pumped back and forth harder, faster. The speed increased at the time they almost reached climax.

Mochidzuki stretched out his arms, wanting to hold his lover. Kyou put down the other man's leg and lean forward, caught Mochidzuki's body and brought it into his embrace. When he finally rammed in deep and stop moving. Both Kyou's penis and Mochidzuki's inside twitched.

"Hnggh... ah... ah... Aaah!!"

As Mochidzuki's cry reverberated in the room, followed by Kyou's groan in his deep baritone voice, they came together...

It was indeed the best sex they ever had. Kyou's head felt light and floating. He waited a bit until his penis softened and slid out from Mochidzuki'd hole. Thick cloudy liquid dripped down from the stretched hole, soiling the futon.

He moved and lay next to his lover, tried catching their breaths together.

Kyou turned and lying on his side to face Mochidzuki, he stroked his beautiful face, pushing away his messy, wet hair strands that stuck on it because of sweats. Mochidzuki took Kyou's hand, closing his eyes, and rubbed his face onto his lover's palm, gently kissing it.

"Thank you, Kyou..." he said. Glancing his lover with dreamy eyes.

Kyou rest his head on his other hand, supporting it with his elbow. Mochidzuki was still holding his hand over his face; Kyou caressed his cheek with his thumb.

"For what?"

"For being here with me. Renewing everything. Make my life brighter," he smiled.

"You're very welcome," Kyou said.

Kyou moved and held his lover, kissing his sweaty forehead lovingly.

"Hey, Maou-san?"

"Hmm?"

"I have a demon lord [ma-ou] in my room now," he jested and laughed. Making a pun out of Mochidzuki's name.




Outside the room, Makoto was sitting in front of the door, blushing hard. The apartment wall was too damn thin that he couldn't help to hear the faint embarrassing sound from the inside of the room.

He came back because he left his wallet inside his traveling bag, but he didn't dare to knock and disturbed them since his brother had already busy with his 'activity'. He was confused where to go, so he just sat there like a guard dog and shooing curious residents who stopped when they passing by because of the suggestive sounds.

Makoto ruffled his hair dreadfully.

"C'mooon. Hurry up guys. I want to get iiinnn...!! I'm hungryyy..." he wept.

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"Taka-chan, what are we?"

Shinonome Shogo asked Kanoe Takashi, his colleague, childhood friend, and roommate, one day.

They were lying side by side on the bed, naked, only covered in sheet. Takashi was biting his lollipop—crunching it between his teeth, his usual habit after sex. Others would prefer smoke, but both Takashi and Shogo hated them. And Takashi's sweet tooth led him to suck on a lollipop instead aftermath.

"Hmm? We're childhood friend aren't we?" said Takashi, still biting the leftover lollipop sticks.

"Is childhood friend usually having sex together?"

Takashi was silent. He shifted his position and turn to face Shogo, gazing at the other man's eyes intensely. Playing the stick with his teeth. Grinned.

"Well, we're practically sex buddy then. We're friends, yet, we have sex together."

It wasn't the answer that Shogo expected. Disappointed, he lowered his gaze and turned around, backing his partner. Pulling up the sheet to cover his naked shoulder.

"Right... sex buddy," he said grimly.

Takashi stared at the ceiling for a while as if he's in deep thought, before pulled out the lollipop stick off his mouth and kiss Shogo's nape.

"Good night," he said.

He threw the stick to the trash can on the side of the bed and turn off the bed lamp before closing his eyes.

"Brush your teeth first, or you'll get cavities," Shogo said.

Though Shogo was more of a sweet tooth than Takashi, he always complained his partner's bad habit. It wasn't good to eat sweets before sleep, especially when he didn't brush his teeth after. That's why Shogo always nagged about it.

"Yes, yes."

Lazily, Takashi got up from bed and head to the bathroom. Soon was heard the door knob turned, sound of a door creaking, a click sound of a light switch turned on, and the light from the bathroom lit, making a line of light in the dark room from the gap of half opened door. Followed by a brushing sound, squeaking faucet being turned, flowing water, gargling sound, faucet again, a click of a switch, and finally creaking door being closed before the bed creaked when Takashi climb on it and slept.




Takashi and Shogo had known each other since they were very young. Shogo moved in to Takashi's neighborhood when both of they were still in grade school. Though Shogo was 2 years older than Takashi, he was smaller back then. And very cute. Most people would mistake him with a girl.

But once he hit his growth spurt, his body developed rapidly. He exceeded Takashi's height in no time and shot up to the roof. There's no way that the other boy could beat his height.

Now, Takashi was 25 and 177cm in height, while Shogo was 27 and 182cm.

Takashi never got into college; his talent took him straight on working in a publishing company as a freelance illustrator after graduating high school. He won some drawing competitions that the company held. And the director loved his work and offered him the job. And less than 3 years later, he was promoted into chief illustrator soon after the company decided that they needed illustration division to work on some drawings in some new magazines they had just released.

Shogo joined shortly a year after, when he finally graduated from college. It wasn't because he was stupid. It was because he never had interest in the major he took—which he picked randomly just for him to go to college because his parents were nagging him to, so he was lazing around and skipping classes. Failing most of his subjects and caused him more time to finish his credits.

At that time, the new children magazine the company just released, needed new editors. So Takashi recommended Shogo to Kawaguchi Kiriko, the chief editor, and he was hired.

Long before that, they had already been living together. And once both were settled enough, they moved into larger 2ldk apartment with cable TV and inside bathroom. It was quite luxurious flat.

It was weird that 2 healthy, handsome young men decided to live together instead of living alone and search for girlfriends or something. It was true that some of the questioners were satisfied enough with the answer that they could share the flat fare so it would be cheaper. But still, some would think that it would be better if they each search for a smaller apartment and live alone, so they could be free to bring whoever they want to spend a night there. And of course, doing something more.

Well, that was as if. Unless...

Yes, some certain people had suspected that they were an item.

But then again, their closeness together was so natural that the suspicions reduced by the fact that they're childhood friend and were very close one and another.



Well, none of them knew that they'd been having sex together since they were in high school. At first, it was all about curiosity. Starting with jerking off together, helping each other with other's hand. Soon, the level escalated into sex, just like that. Against all odds, somewhat it was Shogo who's being the bottom. Actually, he was tricked to be one, to be precise.

In their research for sex, they discovered the anal sex. And that it could be done between two guys. Takashi told him that they could switch place, but he wanted to do it first. So, Shogo gave in. However, even after 8 years had passed, he still never got his chance to do it. Rather, Takashi always had his reasons and persisted to top. Eventually Shogo dropped the idea and tagged along with the other man's will.

It all went on so naturally and even though there was no declare of love, they were still together for 10 years. But what were they actually? Takashi never said that they were lovers, so Shogo didn't have the courage to state that they were one.

He had been in love with him since forever, but too coward to confess. And since Takashi always did things that misled him, everything became more and more complicated. In the end, all he could do was suppressing his feelings. That made him a stoic and introverted man. Though he could still joke, he barely had facial expression. Others might think he was cool and calm. On the contrary, he wasn't. He just couldn't express his feelings properly. Given that he always suppressed his feelings for over a decade, somewhat, he just forgot how to do it.

There was no agreement about not taking their affair outside either. Yet, Takashi had always joking about their closeness. That's why he never responded to the jokes. Both of them were like different sides of polar. One was so bright, cheerful, and full of confident. While the other was cool, calm, and compose.

Shogo loved him so much to the extent he put up everything Takashi said and did to him. He thought he was already got used to it by now. But what Shogo said last night hurt him.

"We're practically sex buddy then."

So, what if he got tired of him? Would they break up? Or was it the right term to mention it? Since they weren't an item in the first place.

Separated.

Yeah, perhaps it was the right phrase.

After Takashi got tired of him, they might get separated their own way. But even so, they still could be friends, wouldn't they?

He couldn't get rid the thought off his mind.

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Both of them sat on the futon Kyou prepared for the sex. He was being careful for not wanting his lover's back got scratched by the rough, worn out tatami mat covering his apartment floor. There were almost no distance between them; skin brushed the other skin, melting into one. The heat was rising and their breaths were getting heavier in lust. And there he was, presenting himself in front of Kyou's eyes, naked, and stripping Kyou in return, amazed by the size of Kyou's erection beneath his jeans.

"Leave it," Kyou whispered in Mochidzuki's ear when he started to undo it. "I'll cum if you touch it, let me do it myself."

He undid his pants but leaving it still on, got distracted and caressing his lover's body instead. Stroking every place he touched, he admired the pearly white body that lay beneath him. His faint scars were barely visible to see, he traced it one by one with his fingers, looking grim.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Mochidzuki said.

"But it still does... Here, right?" he touched his lover's left chest.

Mochidzuki smiled, "I'm ok now. Since I'm with you..."

Kyou smiled as he laid his lover over the futon.

Mochidzuki was actually still didn't like the idea of Kyou get on top of him. But Kyou had always putting up with his selfishness until now, so at least he wanted to repay the favor. He had to endure it. He was shivering, but Kyou gave him light kisses all over his head, to neck, to his chest, to calm him down. His caress was gentle, and he did want to stop trembling, but he just couldn't help it. He shut his eyes closed and wished that it’d be over soon.

Kyou's caressed on his body stopped.

"If you don't want to, let's stop, Mochidzuki-san," he said with tender voice, pampering him with his kindness.

Mochidzuki shook his head that was hidden behind his crossed arm over his face.

"Let's do it your way, then," Kyou suggested.

He meant the usual way. The Cowgirl position.

Mochidzuki shook his head again.

Kyou sighed and gently took those hands away. He cupped his chin and turned it toward him. Mochidzuki were still obstinately closed his eyes.

"Then look at me properly," he said. "Otherwise I'm just one of the rapists who forced myself on you, Mochidzuki-san."

The eyelashes of the older man quivered as he forced himself to open his eyes. Feared that he would see those evil silhouettes again. But as the darkness fade and light reached his sight, he saw the affectionate face of his lover, gazing at him tenderly. And his shivering stopped.

"That's it, just look at me. See that I'm the one who's holding you, Mochi... Maou-san," Kyou corrected his words. He boldly started to call Mochidzuki by his given name.

"You..." Mochidzuki protested, but his lips were sealed by Kyou's kiss.

"Call my name, Maou-san. Please?" he begged.

Mochidzuki frowned.

But he quickly gave up.

"K-Kyou..."

Kyou smiled so bright that it would over shine the sun.

Mochidzuki loved that smiling face very much. It was so pure and honest, and his eyes giving out all his love at him.

"Kyou... Kyou..." he repeated his lover's name and felt those funny tingling sensation on his stomach again. As if there were butterflies wings fluttering inside it. This time the butterfly soared up to his chest, emitting this unbelievably pleasant sensation that he couldn’t help to smile.

He stretched his hand onto Kyou's face and drew it to his and gave him a deep kiss. Kyou's tongue slid into his mouth and stroke his mouth-roof, made him shuddered.

Kyou’s right hand moved over Mochidzuki's chest and ran his finger down on the perky small bud on his chest. He rubbed it between his thumb and middle finger and flicked it with this forefinger. Mochidzuki's body jumped in surprise. He never felt that kind of sensation before, since he never let anyone touched him.

Kyou pulled back his head and moved to the other side of the chest, licking the pink nipples before he suck on it. Mochidzuki's body jumped everytime Kyou's tongue lashed on his sensitive nipple, while the other hand flicked the others.

"You're so sensitive," Kyou said, captivated. "Just like a virgin," he grinned full of lust.

Mochidzuki never knew that he was, and hearing Kyou saying it out loud was so embarrassing.

"You're talking like a dirty old man..." he grunted.

"I think I'll put the blame on you. Since you changed me like this," he talked with his mouth still on Mochidzuki's nipple.

His every single word made his tongue brushed on the nipple at random, sending pleasuring sensation in Mochidzuki's body that made his penis erected even without being touched.

Kyou was just realizing it when the sweet nectar started to soil at his white stomach.

"Don't look!" he protested.

"How can I'm not? I'm looking right now. I'm captivated by you, Maou-san."

Kyou sat back to get a good view of his lover’s naked body. Mochidzuki's body blushed into peach pink and he hid his face behind his palms.

"So cute!!" Kyou hugged his lover's passionately. "I can't believe you're so shy! Remembering that you used to take the lead every time we had sex."

"I-it's different now!"

"Because you don't take the lead? You're shy because of that?"

"J-just shut up and continue!" Mochidzuki snapped, still hiding his face.

Kyou took his right hand and kissed it. "At your command, my princess..."

The faded color on Mochidzuki's body renewed.

Kyou grinned ear to ear like a Cheshire cat.

He continued to work on the nipples for quite some time, then headed to the lower part; the neglected perky item between Mochidzuki's legs.

"I've never done this before, so please excuse my bad performance," he said before licking the cute pink penis and massaging the balls.

He didn't know exactly what to do, but because he's a man, he did know which part that felt good. And he tried to remember the way Mochidzuki had done to him.

Everything felt new for Mochidzuki, he was the one who used to do the touching and foreplay. The sensation of others touching him was completely different when he touched himself. Electricity shocked him everytime Kyou touched his somewhat overly sensitive body. As if it was an aphrodisiac had turned him on more than usual. He writhed away, couldn't take anymore of this over-stimulating sensation. Just a touch of Kyou’s tongue on his penis was enough to make him come.

Kyou held his lover's hips and locked them from running away while he deep-throat Mochidzuki's penis, moving his head up and down, sucking hard, rolled it with his tongue, and playing it with his teeth gently.

"No... Ngh! Ah...! Ah! Stop it or I'll cum!"

"Cum, then," he said, still mouthing his lover's shaft.

"Nhhng! Aah... Ah, ah! Aaaah!"

Letting out a crying gasps, Mochidzuki came.

The thick white liquid spurted inside Kyou's mouth, to the back of his throat. He caught every single drop of it, and sucking the remaining inside.

That was fast, he never cum that fast before. And even after the orgasm, he wasn't sated. He wanted more. His face blushed, his body was sweating, his breath was short and hard, and his teary eyes seemed dreamy and wanton. He wanted Kyou's shaft sheathed inside him, fucking him raw and gave him the greatest pleasure in his life.

After savoring the taste for a while, Kyou opened his mouth and pulled out his tongue, letting the thick liquid poured down and caught it in his palm before rubbing it into Mochidzuki's hole, lubricating it.

Mochidzuki's dreamy eyes widened in disbelief.

"Where in the hell did you learn that?" he asked.

That was a dirty—in a sexy way—thing to see.

"You," Kyou smiled, licking the leftover on his lips, swallowing it down.

He rubbed the hole more and pushed two fingers in easily. And he frowned.

"It's so loose down here," he complained, "Have you slept with anyone after we break up?"

Mochidzuki lowered his gaze in regret. He couldn't lie. "Yes," he said. "But only in the beginning!" he quickly added.

"How many men?" Kyou asked sharply.

"....."

"How many?!" he raised his voice.

"Th...three..."

Kyou pulled his fingers out of Mochidzuki's hole and retreated back, turned around and buckling his jeans. Mochidzuki got up and support his body by his elbow, watching him in incredulity. As Kyou raised and walked away, Mochidzuki stopped him by his arm.

"Please," he said, "Don't go... don't leave me like this."

Kyou was silent.

"I... it was just a spur of moment. It doesn't feel good because they're not you."

Kyou clenched his fist. Getting angrier.

Mochidzuki saw it.

"I know it was wrong, but because of that, I realized that it can't be done without you," he paused. "That it had to be you..."

Silent.

"Say you're sorry," said Kyou in strict tone over his shoulder.

"What?"

"I said, say you're sorry! Any kind of normal people would've done that when they made mistakes!"

"I-I... I'm s-sorry..." Mochidzuki stuttered. But the words sounded sincere.

Kyou turned around and almost jumped when he reached out to his lover and hugged him.

"That's all I need," he said. He forgave him, but he still sounded disappointed. "Promise me that you'll never sleep with anyone but me."

Mochidzuki nodded.

"I won't. From now on, I'm all yours, Kyou..."

That's it. That's the grand finale.

Now that Kyou was sure that Mochidzuki was entirely his, he could be a bit relief. So the guarding tasks were down to only chasing the wolves away from his property.

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"Say, if you still love your ex that much, why don't you try to get back together? I don't think you guys broke up because of hating each other, right?"

Makoto suddenly started the conversation when he helped Kyou drying the dishes he washed with a napkin.

Kyou shook his head.

"So, how many days have you broken up 'till now?"

Kyou took a brief of moment, counting the days in his head.

"I think it's about a week now. We broke up 2 days before you got here."

It was indeed had been 8 days since Makoto started to live with him. He managed to find a descent job in a law firm as an errand boy. One of Kyou's friend recommended Makoto to the law firm where he was having his internship. The boss seemed to like the boy's resume and hired him at once. But there's still no suitable cheap apartment that he could rent, so he's staying with Kyou for a bit longer.

"Have you contacted him, yet?" Makoto asked again.

Kyou shook his head again.

"Why?"

"I forgot... sort of. Too busy, I guess. With my college tasks, work, and you," he pointed at Makoto's nose and put foam from the wash-dishing soap on it.

Makoto frowned and rubbed the foam off his nose with the back of his hand, "Don't blame things on others," he sulked.

"I was just joking," Kyou laughed and pushed the younger boy with his elbow.

"I know," Makoto pushed him back with his elbow too.

They both laughed.

"Hey, Kyou-chan?"

"Hmm?"

"Just forget about me and go to your ex," Makoto suggested. "I don't want to be blamed for the failure of your sex life."

Kyou was silent, thinking something while still scrubbing the dishes.

Makoto gazed at the larger boy who was standing by his side, started to feel irritated.

"Why are you just standing there?! Leave the dishes! Make up with him! Now! GO!"

Makoto shoved Kyou's large body when he looked hesitate. Not because he didn't want to. But he couldn't leave Makoto alone.

Kyou protested a bit but didn't actually resist. He washed his foamy hand and wiped it recklessly over his jeans.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine by myself. I'm not a kid anymore." Makoto said while still pushing Kyou headed to the door. "Just GO!"

"Wait! Okay, okay! But I have to wear my shoes first," he said when Makoto managed to pushed him passed the genkan.

"Fine, but hurry! Otherwise I'll take you right now."

"You dare topped me?!" Kyou pinned the other boy's head in his arms, playing fight.

Both of them laughing while Makoto tickled Kyou's waist until Kyou laughed because it felt ticklish and loosened his grip. Makoto finally managed to stretched his arm to open the door.

It surprised them that there was actually someone behind the door. Stared at their closeness sharply; to the extent of anger flaming in his eyes.

Kyou released his grip on Makoto's head.

"Mochidzuki... san?" he said in disbelief.

Makoto fixed his untidy hair and gazed at the beautiful young man in awe. Then he realized of his position and excused himself.

"I'm going to the convenience store to buy some Oolong tea," he said. "Won't be back for a while, so, just take your time."

Makoto dashed out while sparing a meaningful glance at Kyou. He didn't know that Kyou's lover was a beauty; nevertheless, a man.

The boy smiled and wish for his big brother's happiness.



Kyou let Mochidzuki in, while, the young man stared at the small 1dk room in arrogance. Disbelieving that someone could actually lived in such a cramped place like that. The tableware was sets for two. Then his eyes were fixed on the luggage that stood in the corner of the room. As if it was declaring that someone was actually moved in and stay there. For a second, his eyes flashed with anger.

Kyou stood nervously in the presence of his beloved inside his room. But he could see that Mochidzuki was in foul mood. So he didn’t dare to say anything foolish.

"Umm, please. Have a seat."

Kyou pulled out the sitting cushion and gestured at Mochidzuki to sit.

Mochidzuki glanced at the thin and worn out cushion. Lifted his eyebrow in disdain; checking it out. It was clean. Kyou made sure that even though most of his stuff had worn out, it was neat and clean.

He refused to sit down and move toward Kyou, instead. Wrapped his arms around the boy's neck, forced him to bend down a little, and kissed him.

Surprised by the sudden act, yet, he returned the kiss. Wrapping his arm around the slender waist and embraced him.

They switched their kissing angle for a few times. Tongue dancing inside their mouths; twirling and stroking one and another. A streak of unswallowed saliva overflowed on the edge of Mochidzuki's mouth, ran down to his chin.

When they finally broke their kisses, still closing his eyes, Kyou rubbed the tip of their noses together. Gently kissing his partner's lips. And let out a sigh in satisfaction.

Kyou traced the beautiful face with his rough fingers. With his thumb, he wiped the saliva off his chin, and smiled. He missed him so much.

He didn't want to think anymore.

He didn't care what Mochidzuki would think.

Heck! He didn't care what the world would think!

He wanted him!

He wanted him so much, that days without him would corroding him slowly and consumed him inside out.

He didn't care anymore what kind of rejection he would have. If he got rejected, he just confessed again and persistently nagged him all over until he finally giving up and accepted him.

"I love you..." he whispered in Mochidzuki's ear.

Finally, he let his true feelings out.



Mochidzuki let out a dissatisfied sigh, and pinched Kyou's stomach hard. Made the larger boy yelped in pain.

Okay, that ruined the perfect atmosphere.

"Ooouch! Why did you do that?!" Kyou protested, breaking the hug and rubbing the sour part of his stomach.

"Seems like you have a very busy sex life while I'm not around, don't you?"

He was also doing the same, sleeping around right after they broke up, but he didn't want to admit it.

"Huh?" Kyou didn't understand.

"That boy. And the blonde the other night?" he accused.

At first, Kyou was in awe hearing it.

Then his eyes sparkled, following by a wide ear-to-ear grin like the Cheshire cat.

"Mochidzuki-san... are you jealous?"

Mochidzuki slapped Kyou's head and retreated back. But he was pulled back into Kyou's arms again; who was chuckling and smiling widely and gazed at him lovingly.

"Hey, Mochidzuki-san. Do you love me?"

Mochidzuki growling something and turn his face. Avoiding Kyou's intense gaze.

Kyou gave his best begging puppy dog eyes. He even whimpered.

The corner of Mochidzuki's mouth twitched, as if he was restraining himself from laughing. Kyou looked so cute begging and whimpering like that. He cleared his throat and covered it with his fist to hide his laugh.

Kyou buried his face in Mochidzuki's hair and sniffed it like a dog, kissing it affectionately. While his lower part hardened.

Realizing something hot and hard pressing his lower abdomen, instinctively, Mochidzuki's knees flew to the growing shaft in front of him and forced the younger guy bend in double for its pain. He didn't even let out a scream since it was unbearable, it took his voice away.

"You horny dog!" Mochidzuki sneered and took a step back.

Kyou curled so low while holding his 'precious', that his head almost touching the floor. He trembled in pain for a few seconds, and collapse with a loud thud on the floor.

Mochidzuki thought he was faking, since he didn't knee him that hard. But since the boy didn't move at all after some moments, he came close to him and kneeled down; checking him out.

Suddenly a pair of large arms stretched out. Caught and locked him in a tight embrace.

Kyou sniggered. "Gotcha."

He was faking indeed.

Mochidzuki protested. He writhed and twisted his body in his arms, trying to get away. Kyou held him tighter and kissed him to reduce his resistance. Responded to the kiss, Mochidzuki let his resistance down.

Kyou broke the kiss and rubbed his forehead onto his partner's.

"Just tell me you love me, Mochidzuki-san. That's why you're jealous, right?"

Mochidzuki pouted. In Kyou's eyes, he looked very adorable.

"Hey..." he persistently nagged, "You love me, right?"

"Shut up!" Mochidzuki snapped, "I hate you! But that's not the point! Who was the boy and the blonde?!"

Kyou smiled. Happy for the jealous streak.

"The boy, Mochidzuki-san, is my little brother. The second eldest son, and the third child in the family," he explained.

"He's your brother? You don't look alike."

"Trust me, nobody think the otherwise," Kyou rolled his eyes. "He's the most beautiful amongst us, the boys in my family. He was just graduated from high school. He crash at my place for a while before he finds a new place. And the blonde the other night is my college friend. He took me home because I was drunk. Though he had something for me, he's definitely not doing anything funny. He stepped back when I say I had someone I love. Not forcing me like some certain person I know," he teased the other man.

Mochidzuki blushed; for remembering the past, and for falsely accusing Kyou.

"Just take off that stubbornness and admit that you love me, please," Kyou pleaded.

Mochidzuki obstinately locked his mouth, refusing to say those words.

Kyou sighed.

"I can't sleep without you," Mochidzuki mumbled, finally breaking his perseverance.

"What?"

"I can't sleep alone, without you! The nightmares came back again!" he suddenly blurted out, "Sex wasn't good, and others touch just grossed me out. It can't be anyone but you..."

Kyou gazed at his beloved, captivated.

"My touch doesn't gross you out?"

"If it does, would I let you held me?" Mochidzuki sulked, writhing a little in Kyou's arms, lowering his gaze and lay his head on Kyou's broad chest. "You're the one who cured me. Yet, it's like a curse you cast on me. Because only you who can touch me."

"I'm cursing you with all my love."

"Shut up," he hit Kyou’s chest with his fist.

"How about sex?"

"....."

Kyou rubbed his face on Mochidzuki's all over again. This time, he deliberately rubbing his stubble on the other man’s face; made him broke into laughter because it felt ticklish.

"Fine, fine... Okay! Stop rubbing it at me! It tickles!" Mochidzuki pushed Kyou's head away. "...it was the best."

There was that Cheshire cat smile plastered on Kyou's face again.

"Do you love me?"

Mochidzuki kept his silent for a brief moment.

"You're different..." he said. "You're just..." he paused, "...special."

That word was enough for him.

"I love you, Mochidzuki-san," Kyou said, kissing Mochidzuki's temple.

"I know," he answered, closing his eyes and receiving Kyou's kisses. "I already knew it from the first time you started to let me kiss you."

Kyou's eyes widened in disbelief, "You knew?"

"Since you said you we couldn't kiss. But somewhere along the way, you started to accept my kiss and kissed me in return."

Kyou smiled.

Yes, he was already in love with him at that time.

"I've been watching you also," Mochidzuki confessed. "I have my spies all over the place, that's why I knew you were sleeping in the manga café. And how you always skip dinner because you're too lazy to buy some or have no money to buy it. Or how the girls in your apartment secretly took your picture when you tended you plantation, and uploaded it in their blogs. ["What?!" Kyou shouted in surprise.] You should've checked it out sometime, it was quite a good shot. And about the blonde the other night too..."

"But you missed the background check about my little brother."

"I was angry and couldn't think that long."

The tall boy laughed. Then he stopped, realizing something.

"Wait... You've been stalking me all this time?!"

"Well, you can say that."

"Ok, even though it shows how much you care about me, but it kinda scary. So, please. Don't do it again from now on," he laughed. "I'm all yours and I promise that you won't have to spy on me to know that I won’t cheat on you."

"Just to make sure," Mochidzuki smiled.

It was the most beautiful smile he ever seen. His eyes were smiling also. It was a genuine smile of Mochidzuki.

"Well, just, don't," Kyou chuckled.

Mochidzuki's hand reached out to touch Kyou's face and stroked it. Why didn't he realized it before? This loving gaze. The gentle touch. His every single gesture was telling him transparently that he loved him.

He wrapped his arms around Kyou's neck, and whispered those sacred words.

Kyou's eyes widened for a second, and then held his lover and gave him the sweetest kiss they ever shared.



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Kyou handed over a glass of cold Oolong tea to Makoto.

They were sitting in Kyou's small apartment room. Kyou had cleaned up and set the table in the middle of the room to put the glasses and a plate of snacks that Makoto brought from home. The boy's luggages were placed in the corner of the room. It was only a traveling bag and 2 plastic bags that filled with fresh vegetables and some snacks.

"So, how's everybody back home? Are they healthy?"

"Yes, they're all fine. But Chino-baachan, the one who has a field by the river, ["Yes I remember her," said Kyou] kept asking about you. She was wondering when you will go home. It's been a while since the last time you went home. She misses you a lot. We all miss you a lot."

Kyou smiled wryly. He used to go to his hometown at least once in a month. But he hadn't had time in the past half year because his business with his classes, work, and lately; Mochidzuki.

"You have a girlfriend?"

"What? N-no!" Kyou denied. But then he rephrased it. "Well, I used to have a lover [a sex buddy, actually, he said inside his heart], but we broke up just a while ago."

"Need me to comfort you?"

Makoto smiled seductively and approaching Kyou in suggestive way.

"Hey, Mako! Don't joke around!"

He stopped Makoto by his shoulder. But the younger boy kept coming and his face was getting closer and closer to Kyou's.

Kyou put his large hand over Makoto's face to avoid his kiss.

"That's not funny, Makoto!" Kyou said, pushing the face away.

Makoto returned to his seat and pouted.

"You're no fun."

"You can't joke about kisses. It was a precious thing you only share with your lover," Kyou said.

Then he stayed quiet by his own words.

Yes, Kyou was completely forgotten about that. He was the one who said to Mochidzuki that there would be no kissing involved when he was being forced to sleep with him. But since when did he start to kiss Mochidzuki? Did Mochidzuki ever notice it? That he started kissing him because he loved him?

Kyou chuckled by his own thought.

"Kyou-chan? What's the matter?" Makoto asked in confusion.

"Nothing," Kyou grinned and ruffled Makoto's hair. "I still love that person very much, so I really can't joke about kisses."

Makoto was a little bit surprised by the expression shown in Kyou's face. It was a loving smile he had never seen before. He knew that Kyou was kind to everybody, and he was always smiling. But never like this. It was like the aura surrounding him was filled in pink, full of love, very heart warming and almost cute. If he told Kyou that he looked cute right now, he’d sure getting a slap on the head for talking nonsense.

"You're really falling in love, aren't you, Kyou-chan?" Makoto smiled, "It's showing all over your face."

"It does?" Kyou rubbed his blushed face with both hand, trying to erase the color off his face. But failed.

Makoto held his hand and took it off his face. "I'm happy for you. But also feeling kind of sad because my Kyou-chan isn't mine anymore."

"I'm not yours from the beginning," Kyou half jokingly protested.

"Yes, yes. You're ours, then."

Both of them laughed.

"Say, if you don't have a girlfriend and not living with anyone here, can I stay for few days? Just until I find a job and a new place to live," Makoto asked.

"I don't mind you stay here as long as you like."

"But I do mind. You might get myself a new lover and want to spend our time together without worrying about someone else, don't you?"

"Maybe. But not in the short time."

Makoto waved in front of his face, "Nah, I'm leaving home because I want to live alone. When I say alone; it means alone. And I want to have a lover and bring them home too."

"Wow, you're thinking about sex already?!"

"Kyou-chan, I'm already 18! Of course I'm thinking about sex. Boys of my age are usually not virgin anymore!"

"I was, until 3 months ago."

Makoto sighed. "That was almost embarrassing, hearing it from 21 years old guy."

"Hey, I was saving it for the one I love."

"Yeah, yeah," he waved his hand in front of his face. Ignoring Kyou's words.

"Say, Mako."

"Hmm?"

"Are you sure you don't want to go to college?"

Makoto shook his head. "I'm not smart and not talented like you, Kyou-chan. It's easier for me to find a job and start working instead of burdening kaasan and tousan too long."

Kyou cupped his large hand on both Makoto's cheek, and look deeply into his eyes.

"Promise me that you won't find any funny kind of job with easy money just because you have pretty face. Okay?"

Makoto pouted. "You think I'm that low?"

"No! I just worry that you'll take the wrong path. Tokyo can be such an alluring temptation, yet, it can also be a horrible nightmare for village people like us."

"I'm not a kid anymore. I know what's right and what's not."

"Good. I'll call some of my friends and ask them about another cheap apartment and a job vacancy."

"Thanks Kyou-chan." Makoto smiled and gave Kyou a warm hug.




It's true that you'd start to appreciate things when they're gone. And realizing that everything that happened before was taken for granted.

Mochidzuki had just understand the meaning of it now.

Days without Kyou made him felt empty. As if there was a big hole inside him, no matter what he did, he couldn't be satisfied.

His food didn't feel as tasty as it supposed to. Not even the classy meal in a famous restaurant with 1st rate chef.

He also tried to sleep with other men, and always chose the big, tall, tough looking guy like Kyou. Yet, none of them could satisfy him. It wasn't just because the shape and the size weren’t the same. The sex was good, but it wasn't satisfying.

It was because they're not Kyou.

And he thought that his phobia was healed. But when someone touched him, he still freaked. The feeling of others touch on his body grossed him out to the extent that he wanted to vomit.

None of them were as gentle as Kyou.

Everything felt wrong.

Nothing he did can mend the hole inside him.

So, why him?

Why it had to be Kyou?

Suddenly his head was filled with the image of Ooguma Kyou.

Kyou's existence in his life for the past few months was somewhat flowed so natural. It was as if he had been there with him for so long. And without him, nothing would be the same anymore.

There's a strange feeling in his heart everytime he remembered him. The squeezing feeling inside his chest that ran up to his throat and choked him tight. Made him hard to breathe. His stomach twisted and turned and sent out this funny tingling sensation.

He missed him.

He never missed anyone in his life before. Not even his dead mother, or his Yakuza father. He used to be fine on his own. So why did he need Kyou right now?

It just didn't make any sense!



A day after he broke up with Kyou, he sent one of his minions to spy on Kyou—like he did before.

The next day, the minion reported to him that Kyou went home drunk with a blonde guy, who left several hours later just before the last train stop operating. He also brought a photo prove at the time when the blonde carried Kyou home.

He didn't know how he'd get angry with the report. So he sent the minion again to spy on Kyou for several days.

When the minion asked him whether if he wanted him to 'deal' with Kyou; he got a kick on his shin and left with limping steps.

And in the end of the day, the minion came back and reported to him that Kyou started to live with a pretty boy.

He got furious in no reason.

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Hobby : Drawing • Reading • Writing • Blogging

Occupation : Illustrator • Mangaka • Doujinka

Current reside : Bandung • West Java • Indonesia

Birth place/date : Jakarta • July 17th

I was in Haru-san's large bedroom, standing by the side of the king-size bed, making out with him. His kiss was indeed the best, so to say, because I never had others to compare. When his lips were attached to mine, I voluntarily opened my mouth, letting his tongue in and devouring the inside of my mouth. First he stroked my mouth-roof, sending me a ticklish shiver on the back of my neck. Then he licked the back of my tooth, and then playing with my tongue, sucking it.

At the beginning, the first time I received this kind of adult kiss, I had difficulties of breathing, until he told me to breathe through my nose.

When he finally broke his kiss, I clumsily lean forward and followed his lips. Probably with a wanton look on my face, because a devious smile plastered on his handsome face.

Haru-san chuckled and gave me the kiss I wanted. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to his broad shoulder, moaning and gasping under his caresses. He stroked my back and rested his hands on the crack of my butt over my jeans. He rubbed and massaged it and made me moaning more.

I was getting hard, my breaths were heavier, and my body heat rose. I wanted him more; I want to feel him inside me. 

I wanted him to fuck me.

His hand moved to the front of my jeans, undoing the button and the fly before sliding it in and took my half hard penis into his hand.

But something felt wrong...!

Why did the hand came from my back, while I was still embracing Haru-san that was in front of me?

Then I realized that it was a completely different pair of hands...

Warm lips kissed my nape while I felt another body heat was drawing near at me from behind. I turned my head and surprised seeing the doppelganger of my Haru-san, but with longer hair and more friendly expression. 

Natsuhiko!

I protested. "Haru-san, what in the...?"

I stopped at that when I saw the cunning smile of my beloved.

"You want this, don't you?" he said, "Because you can't choose between the two of us."

But I did choose...

I chose Chiba Haruhiko. I think... 

Think?

"But I choose you, Haru-san..." I said with weak voice, uncertain of myself.

"You sounds like you doubted yourself," the similar deep voice came from my back. "You want me too, don't you?"

"Na...Natsuhiko..."

I took turn staring at Haru-san and Natsuhiko in disbelief. I admit that I wanted them both, but not like this!

I twisted my body to escape from them, but they pinned me in the middle and locking me with their hands on my waist and hip. I writhed as hard as I could, but the effort was useless. They still locked me in the middle, trapped like a butterfly on a spider web, caught between their tall, perfectly sculpted bodies.

I gulped when I felt hot, thick, half-erect rod pressing from both my front and my rear over my jeans. Natsuhiko was rubbing his on my butt crack, and gradually getting harder, while Haru-san—still with his devious smile—pulled out my penis from the opened gap of my jeans and stroking it with his hand. On my rear, Natsuhiko was busy pulling my pants down and slid his hands into it; rubbing my butt directly on the skin.

I moaned from the pleasure of both places. Natsuhiko's breath was hot to on my neck, he licked and kissed my nape and bit it gently. Though the bite was gentle, it still hurt a little. I opened my mouth to protest, but Haru-san caught it, devouring me with his. Biting and sucking both my upper and lower lip.

Both of them were not giving me the slightest chance of complaining nor escaping. When I realized, I was already too weak to struggle and had given in to the pleasure.

"L-let me go..." I protested in weak, horny sigh as my last effort to get away.

My face felt hot and my breathing was short and hard. My body was limping and leaning on Natsuhiko who was supporting my back. I lay my head on his shoulder while gazing at Haru-san with flushed face.

"Let you go? Look at your slutty face," said Haru-san cruelly, "You want this. I can tell. When it comes to pleasure, you'll easily give yourself in just like that."

"N-no..." I refuted, shaking my head.

"Then what is this?" he squeezed my penis, hard enough to made me cried in pain.

"Haruhiko!" Natsuhiko scolded him, disliking what he did to me.

Haru-san glared at his twin brother coldly, ignoring his protest and kept torturing me with his words and actions.

"I bet you'll do it with everyone who's willing to fuck you, don't you?"

My eyes was brimming with tears. His words hurt me more than his grip on my cock.

"N-no... it wasn't like that..."

Tears flowing on my cheek.

"Haruhiko!" Natsuhiko growled at him and pressing his tone in every syllable of his brother's name.

"Then what is?" said Haru-san, ignoring his twin again. He leaned forward and glared at me with that evil look on his face.

Tears kept flowing on my cheek as I closed my eyes.

"I-it was because of you... Both of you. Only you can make me feel this way. I-I've never done this with anyone but you, Haru-san..." I opened my eyes, pleading him with my gaze.

"How about me, Mako?" Natsuhiko whispered in my ear. His voice was almost sad, but full of lust.

"N-now I want you too..."

Natsuhiko smiled and took both of my hand before kissing the back of my right hand. Then his head moved closer to my face and he kissed me.

His kiss was different with Haru-san; it's more gentle, more caring, while Haru-san's kiss was biting, intense and more passionate. Natsuhiko licked my lips like a cat before he slid his tongue in to my mouth and started to stroke my tongue tenderly. It was so good that I can't help to voluntarily participated by returning his kiss and moaned.

"Hnng... Nggh... Mmm..."

In the corner of my eyes, I could see Haru-san was frowning. He took his clench off my penis and yanked my hand off from Natsuhiko's grip and made me tumbled toward him. It was Natsuhiko who was kindly hoisted my body so I didn't fall onto the floor.

Haru san took off his suit and tie, unbuttoning his shirt before he unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. He pulled out his half-hard penis and shoved my head onto his crotch right in front of his cock.

I could smell his arousal that was start rising. He shoved his penis onto me and pressed it on my lips. Natsuhiko was frowning in dislike, but he didn't say anything. Keeping his silent might one of his agreement with his older twin brother to allow him participate in this threesome. Now I could see why he didn't jump and bashed his brother like he would have done when someone was hurting me.

My head felt blank; I didn't know what to think anymore. I was retracting myself from reality, that way I could put up this whole insanity. Hoping that this was only a mere nightmare. 

Just give in to the pleasure. A voice in my head said.

And so I did...

Haru-san pressed both my cheek with his hand and forced it open. I could taste the pre-cum saltiness from his half-hard penis when he put it into my mouth. I wrapped my mouth over the shaft and start sucking, carefully hid my teeth behind the back of my lips so it won’t scrape him, because he hated if that happened. I moved my head back and forth and licked his penis in the way he like, stroking the base of his crown with my tongue, pulling out and sucking its tip before swallowing it again.

Natsuhiko gulped down his saliva as he watched me pleasing his twin brother. He was rubbing my entrance with his wet finger, pouring some lubricant he must had had prepared. I was used so often that he could push in two fingers easily inside me. It was easy, but when the third one was coming, I winched. That hurt a little.

Natsuhiko prepared me well; he took his time stretching my hole while I was sucking on his brother’s cock. When he finally could insert four fingers in, he took his hand away and made me shuddered. The craving empty feeling was soon fulfilled after he glanced up to his brother, asking permission. Haru-san cocked his head a little in arrogant way as an answer. Permission granted.

Unlike Haru-san who would push his whole length in one stroke, again, Natsuhiko took his time penetrating me slowly. He pressed his thick head through my opened entrance and pushed in, gently moving his hips and gave me shallow strokes until I get used to his shape while he pushed a little deeper in every move.

Haru-san's sex was intense and vigorous—not that it didn't feel good, he was incredible. I could come several times with his technique until I was drained out. But sometimes he didn't think of his partner's feeling. He indeed gave my body pleasure, but I was left empty inside, as if there was a hole in my chest.

Natsuhiko's sex, on the contrary, was so caring, so thoughtful. The way he took good care of me, I could feel that I was loved; every single touch of his was kind and gentle. His technique wasn't as good as his brother, but the hole inside my heart was somewhat fulfilled.

When he finally fully sheathed inside me, he sped up his movement, but not too rough. His thick head was hitting the right spot made my body trembled and cries of pleasure slipped out of my mouth. He noticed and kept attacking the very spot and made me trembled in bliss.

I was too distracted with Natuhiko's sex that I stopped using my mouth and sucking. Haru-san glared at me as I did so. He took my head with both hands harshly, holding it steady and moved his hips and start fucking my mouth. Tears rolled from the corner of my eyes. It hurt and I have breathing difficulties. I tried to protest, but Haru-san didn't even seem to care, he fucked my mouth harder until he winched as his penis was twitching inside my mouth and his semen shot to the back of my throat, choking me as it ran up to my nose.

I pulled back my head and spat the unswallow semen while coughing like crazy. My nose running and my tears dripping. I wiped my mouth with my cardigan sleeve.

I looked up with blank expression and met his gaze. But what was that on his face? Grim? Why did he look at me with that complex expression? As if he was so angry he could cry, and some regret flashed in his eyes.

Haru-san looked at his brother and tilted his head, gesturing the bed. Natsuhiko obediently put his hands behind my knees, pulling me up—with his penis still inside me—and carry me to the bed. As he sat down on it, my body weight made his penis sunk deeper inside me. I shuddered and moaned.

"A...aah... Nnnggh..."

Haru-san took off his shirt and exposed those well defined muscles he work so hard in the gym. I was mesmerized by his sexiness. It was the body that held me countless time in the past half year, yet, I still couldn't get enough of it.

Natsuhiko seemed not wanting to lose with his brother, he also took off his t-shirt and revealing his well built body. His was tanner and brawnier than Haru-san, but since he never got into a gym, his muscles must've been formed by the labor part-time jobs he had for living.

The twins started stripping me naked, while the younger twin pulled off my cardigan and my t-shirt, his older brother took off my jeans and underwear. It was unfair to leave me naked while they both still had their pants on. But I didn't complain.

The bed creaked when Haru-san climbed on it. He took both my knees and spread my legs open; exposing my start-to-limp penis and Natsuhiko's that was still buried deep inside me. It was so embarrassing I could cry.

Haru-san moved forward and pressed his gradually erected shaft on my filled hole. My eyes widened in disbelief, and so did Natsuhiko.

The younger twin finally made his form of protest by stopping his brother by his hand.

"What are you doing?! Are you crazy?! You'll break him if you do that!"

"But our beloved Makoto-chan seems to be unsatisfied," Haru-san smirked evilly. "What do you think, Makoto? Does my little brother satisfy you like I do?"

I was confused.

It was indeed that Natsuhiko could fill the gap in my chest, but I wasn't fully satisfied. Something wasn't quite right. I wanted more. I want harder, more intense sex. I want my ass being filled and ravaged. Natsuhiko was too gentle that he moved too carefully not to hurt me—not that I want it hurt, though. He was good, but it wasn't enough!

However, having double penetration was completely out of the questions! I wasn't a sex fiend that I could take two large penises up my ass.

I shook my head and mumbling a "No" repeatedly, begging Haru-san not to do it.

But that evil glint was still remaining in his eyes. Ignoring his little brother's glare, he forced his cock to enter me, where Natsuhiko's big shaft was already filling me up, there's no space left for a second one.

I cried in pain, or more like screaming.

"No! No! NO!! Haru-san... stop it! It won't be fit! NOO...!"

My eyes brimming with tears again. This time I cried because it hurt so much and for his cruelty.

Natsuhiko gritted his teeth. Haru-san stared at him and smiled devilishly, as if he was challenging him.

My scream was getting louder as Haru-san forcing himself on me. I kept repeating a 'no' loudly. My skin started to break and a drip of blood leaking from the wound. Haru-san wasn't even put a quarter of his thick head in and I was already breaking. I was sobbing hard and writhing away, trying to escape from the pain.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!!" Natsuhiko yelled and pushed his older brother.

Haru-san lifted one of his eyebrows and smirked. "No protesting. No arguing. Just be a good boy and obey me. Remember?" he said, "You just broke the rules."

Natsuhiko clenched his fist but restraining himself not to punch his older twin. He gritted his teeth and slid out of me and retreated back, still holding my body and supported it between his thighs. I could feel the heat from his erection on my back.

"There, you can have him all by yourself," he said angrily.

Haru-san shrugged nonchalantly and pushed his whole length in me in one stroke, penetrating me like he always did. I cried in pain and pleasure. This was still much better rather than having two penises up my ass.

My inside wall remembered Haru-san's shaped, it quickly adjusting his size and squeezing it. Haru-san grimaced as I clamped down his cock inside. From his expression, I could tell that he's feeling good.

Now I know how pissed Natsuhiko would be. Because I could hear his hard breathing for restraining his anger as my head was resting on his chest. I wanted to calm him down and please him, so I took his wet shaft in my hand and pushed his chest gently, as if telling him to move back a little bit more.

Haru-san was fucking my ass with all his might, filling me in and do me in the way I desired. Natsuhiko was confused at first but he obediently backing up with my weak push until my head was reaching his crotch. I twist my body so I could lick his cock. It didn't matter that it was still in me not so long ago. I wanted to repay his kindness, by giving him the best fellatio he ever had.

Natsuhiko cupped my chin gently and turn my face to meet his affectionate gaze. "You don't have to do it if you're not willing to."

I shook my head and smiled, silently thanking him for his gentleness. I took his penis and wrapped it inside my mouth, licking and sucking him. Trailing his long shaft and mouthing his balls. I worked my mouth and my hand on his penis, trying the best I could to make him feel good.

Natsuhiko closed his eyes and sighed. His breathing was still hard, but it wasn't anger now, it was lust. He stretched out his long arm and took my neglected ones. Haru-san didn't even bother to touch it since he was in foul mood and dedicating himself fucking me good and hard.

I was hard in no time in Natsuhiko's touch. The pleasure from my front and my rear dizzied me and I melted in bliss. I was close to come and it won't take long for me to cum in Natsuhiko's hand as he also spasm and shoot his load in my mouth. I coughed and spilled the cloudy thick liquid off my mouth and swallowing the rest.

I was panting hard and tired all over, but it was barely finished. Haru-san hadn't come yet. He hoisted my body and sat me on his lap, pumping hard inside me. I clung on his shoulder like my life was depend on it, yet, slipping a lot because the sweat that covering our bodies. Again, Natsuhiko supported me from my rear, I let go my embrace on Haru-san and lean back at the younger twin, kissing him.

I winched when I felt a hot thick rod rubbing on the crack of my bottom. Natsuhiko was hard again and ready for his second. I was so afraid that he changed his mind and did the double penetration.

Natsuhiko smiled, and telling me not to worry. "I only rub it on you, if you don't mind," he said.

I nodded.

Natsuhiko rubbed his cock on my butt crack and moving his hand to my chest, playing my nipples. I was sighing and moaning in lust. I gazed at Haru-san, craving for his attention. He was neglecting me except only for fucking my lower body. He saw my look and smiled deviously when he finally took my penis and stroked it, leaning his body toward me and gave me his biting kiss, devouring my mouth.

"Ah... yes..." I sighed.

Haru-san was taking care of my body needed while Natsuhiko filled the hollow gap in my chest with his care.

As our body heat rising, the twins moved faster when reaching climax. One came inside me, filling my ass, and the other one came on my rear, soiling my back. I came last and spurted my semen on Haru-san's stomach.

I took both of the twin's faces and drew them close to mine. I smiled as the drowsiness took my conscious away... 

Now I'm feeling complete.

We are one; it can't be either of them. They must come in one set, because I'm incomplete without both of them, I realized before falling into the world of dreams.

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Shogo stretched his legs below his work desk. They were too long that his chair rolled back when he accidentally kicked the bottom rear of his desk.

It bumped onto someone.

"Ouch."

Shogo turned and saw Kawaguchi Kiriko, his superior, who got hit by his chair.

"Sorry Buchou," he said.

"You have to be careful with those long legs of yours," Kawagushi smirked playfully, leaning back purposely and stare at Shogo's long legs below the desk.

Shogo pulled back his legs and hid them below his chair.

Kawaguchi chuckled.

"Just go take a walk and stretch your leg," she kindly said, "Just be back here in 15 minutes."

Shogo energetically stood up right away. In his full height, Kawaguchi's crown was only a little above his chest, but not enough to reach his shoulder, even when she was wearing 8cm stiletto.

"I'm leaving," he saluted, then stroll away.

Leaving Kawaguchi who was chuckling over his weird behavior. He acted like a child with that nonchalant face of his, which seemed very odd.



The tall man didn't know why. He should be still disappointed with Takashi. But without realizing it, his legs led him to the elevator, heading to the floor where the illustration division office resided.

By the time he got there, he saw the illustration division office's door was wide open. He could hear a familiar laughing voice from the inside. It was Ooguma Kyou's deep baritone voice. Though the boy was larger than him, and literally looked like a big bear, he was adorable. The kindest hearted person anyone could meet. He liked him. In a friendly way, though.

The other voice was Takashi's. He loved that crisp tenor voice. And when he sang with it, he'd sounded exactly like Michael Buble.

He wanted to greet them, but when he stopped by the door, he saw Takashi was playing fight with Kyou. Strangling the boy's neck in jest. He knew that it was nothing, but he couldn't help being jealous. He dropped his gaze, turned, and left.

"Sho-chan!" Takashi's voice called as he ran to chase him.

Shogo walked faster and turn to the empty corridor where the emergency exit presented. He chose to walk the stairs down rather than taking the elevator, where he thought Takashi would chase him after.

But just when he entered the door, a hand caught him and slammed him to the wall behind the door.

"Why did you run?!" Takashi growled while staring at his partner's eyes intensely.

Shogo needed to look down to meet his eyes, since Takashi eye level was on his chin. He turned his head to the other side, avoiding the intense gaze.

"I didn't" he said, "I was just taking my time walking around and stretching my legs."

"You've been in foul mood since this morning. Have I done something wrong?"

He doesn't even notice, Shogo sighed.

He brushed his short hair back, "It was nothing," he said, "I just don't feel well."

Takashi sighed in relief. "Thank god! I thought you were mad at me."

Shogo's looked at Takashi in a barely visible disbelief expression. Takashi was smiling widely.

When Takashi's face got closer and kissed him, Shogo didn't resist. Takashi slid his tongue in to Shogo's half-opened lips and stroked his partner's mouth-roof, the back of his teeth, and chased the other man's tongue that was retreated back deeply and emitted a shudder from his throat. Rubbing his half erect penis beneath his jeans onto Shogo's, it only took a few strokes to make it fully erect.

Takashi was a beast when it came to sex. If he got turned on, he'd do it whenever and wherever he wanted it to. If Shogo didn't protest determinedly, he surely would do it in public places without hesitation. Well, that's another reason why Shogo couldn't top him either.

Takashi's hand moved to Shogo's waist line, trailing it from the side with his forefinger before reaching the buckle and undid it.

Shogo caught his wrist.

"We're at the office, Kanoe-san," he used polite formal speech he usually used in the office. Warning Takashi by its strict tone.

"Nobody comes here unless there's a fire or an earthquake. Or some mid-eastern terrorist barged in and then a SWAT team came to the rescue—let's inserts Sylvester Stallone, Jean Claude Van Dame, Jean Reno, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Tom Cruise, Keanu Reeves, Bruce Willis, Martin Lawrence, and Will Smith along the way. [Yes, Takashi was so in to Hollywood's action movies] A lot of explosions, gunfire, impossible martial art fighting. Setting the hostages free and took them out using this emergency exit. Then, at that time they would catch us here while we're smexing each other. That is, before they kill the entire terrorist."

It was a joke.

Shogo was laughing inside, but on the surface, his face didn't twitch even a little.

"You're laughing," Takashi grinned.

"I'm not," Shogo denied.

Takashi kissed him lightly on the lips, "Oh, c'mon. How many years do you think I've known you? I can tell your facial expression even if you didn't have one."

"You think I'm boring?"

"Boring?" Takashi asked back in disbelief. Looking at his partner as if he was giving the stupidest question on earth. "No way! Far from it! It's always fun to play ‘guessing Shinonome Shogo's expressions' all the time. It makes me happy when I know I was right."

Shogo circled his arms around the shorter man's neck and connected his forehead onto his partner's, closing his eyes, feeling happy.

"It's good to see you happy," Takashi said, hugging Takashi's waist and intertwined his fingers on his back, pulling him closer. "But once in a while, I want to see a real smile showing on your face."

"I'm not smiling?" Shogo asked, pulling his head back, gazing at his partner.

"No," Takashi tilted his head, "Your lips stay on a straight line. When you're smiling, your lips are supposed to be curving; making U shape. A bowl shape when you're laughing. And O shape when you're surprised."

Another joke.

"There you go, laughing in silent again. If you're laughing, you should be saying "ha ha ha"."

"Ha ha ha..." Shogo said in monotone voice.

Takashi laughed. "Ok, stop there. That was the worst laugh I've ever heard. It wasn't supposed to be done by force. It has to come from your heart," he pointed his forefinger at Shogo's left chest. "Laugh to your heart extent, like you mean it."

Shogo pouted invisibly.

"Geez... don't pout. I just have no idea what had happened to you that you lost all your facial expressions," he sighed, attaching his head on Shogo's chin.

It was entirely your fault, Shogo complained inside his heart. And luckily Takashi didn't look at his face, if he did; he surely could guess what's on his mind.

"So, shall we continue, then?" Takashi smirked, shoving Shogo's hip to the wall.

Shogo pushed him and turn their position around.

"No, I don't want to do it here. If you're horny, I'll give you a head. Then we can continue at home."

Takashi paused in a thought, then shrugged nonchalantly, "Works for me."

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Both of them were still not moving from where they were. Sitting over the futon and leaning close one and another.

Even after those arguments, Kyou was never losing his hardness. It was bulging suggestively under his jeans. It seemed painful to be stuck inside for so long, so Mochidzuki reached out and undid his lover's jeans, releasing the growing shaft beneath it.

"Wait! No!" Kyou shouted.

When Mochidzuki managed to get it out, Kyou came in instant. His semen erupted in such force; spurted all over Mochidzuki's face. But even after cumming with all his might, his shaft didn't whiter.

"Waah! Sorry!!!" he said in panic. Wiping his lover's face that was stained with his thick liquid.

Mochidzuki smiled deviously and licked the trailing liquid from his nose to his upper lips.

"So thick, and so much..." he said, "I haven't done anything, and you already came in such force. And I see that your taste is still the same."

Mochidzuki pointed at the sky-blue briefs showing the face of Doraemon that was dirtied by semen now.

Kyou blushed, still cleaning Mochidzuki's face.

"That's why I told you not to touch it. I've been restraining my self from the beginning. Moreover, I even haven't jerked off since we break up. Merely touching and kissing you was enough to make me cum. And about my taste, it's none of your concern."

Mochidzuki chuckled and took Kyou's hand off his face and licked the semen that smeared all over his hand. He licked the palm, between his fingers, and finally putting his index and middle finger inside his mouth, licking and sucking while gazing at Kyou and giving away his most seductive look in his eyes.

Kyou gulped down his saliva. He was so tempting that made him wanted to ram him in immediately and gave him his sex.

Still with the seductive look in his eyes, Mochidzuki rose and brought Kyou's hand down to the place between his legs. He was on his knees, between Kyou's legs, straitening his back and opening his thighs, putting Kyou's finger—along with his—inside.

"Hnn!" he sighed. "Your finger is thicker and longer than mine. I tried to touch myself but it wasn't satisfying, mine are too small."

Kyou pressed the second finger in, moving it inside, stretching it. Licking the nipples that presented in front of his face.

"That's why you did it with those men?"

Kyou bit the perky bud hard, making his lover let out a crying gasp.

"Ahn!! N-no! It was after I did it with them. Sex with them weren't satisfying, so I tried to please myself..."

"Only with your fingers? I don't buy that," Kyou inserted another finger, made Mochidzuki winched.

"N... ah! I-I put other th-thing too... Hnnh!"

Kyou's finger pressed the pleasure point inside Mochidzuki, made him cried in bliss.

"What kind of toys?"

Mochidzuki clung on Kyou's shoulder, his legs started to give away. He wanted to use both hand to support his body better, but Kyou locked his other hand by pressing Mochidzuki's fingers with his inside his own hole. Kyou pinned the slender fingers between his rough ones. Forcing the finger to press that particular point.

"P-please... don't tease me... Aah...! Nnh...!"

"What kind of toys?"

Kyou repeated his question, continuously pressing the pleasure point, making his partner close to coming. But when he saw that he was at his peak, he squeezed the base of Mochidzuki's penis hard, preventing him to cum.

"Aaah! Y-you sadist..."

Kyou smiled. His eyes gleamed deviously. He seemed to like this controlling role, it switched on his sadist part.

"Tell me?" he asked again with the sweetest faking tone to tease the other man.

"W-with dildos, th-the vibrating ones, and b-balls..." his eyes started brimming with tears.

Kyou chuckled and held him, stroking his hair. "I'm sorry," he said, "I teased you too much."

"L-let me go then... I want to cum..." Mochidzuki pleaded.

Kyou released his grip on Mochidzuki's penis, stroking it gently, loosing and tightening it in precise movement, inviting his lover to cum.

"Hngg... Nnnh! Aaaah...!"

In his embrace, Mochidzuki shuddered as he spilled his semen onto Kyou's stomach.

"That's not fair, coming twice already..." Kyou said, pretended to be sulking.

Mochidzuki was silent, he waited until the pleasuring shivered was gone, then pulling away from Kyou's embrace. He laid on the futon, spreading his legs apart and opening his stretched hole with his index and middle finger, inviting Kyou in.

"Come then, fill me with your thick rod," he said, again with that seductive smile on his face.

Kyou had to restrain himself not to cum just by the sight. He was sitting on his knees, pulling Mochidzuki closer and put his legs over his thighs. He positioned his shaft in the opening, and pushed it in while holding on Mochidzuki's waist, preventing him from sliding away.

He entered slowly until his thick head was fully inside, stroking gently while pushing in little by little until he was completely sheathed. Mochidzuki's inner wall was twitching intensely; it remembered his shape. He thought he was going to cum just by leaving his penis inside him.

"Oh god," he moaned, "You're so warm. It feels so good inside you, Maou-san. I'm moving now."

He raised a little and lifted Mochidzuki's hip so he could move better.

Kyou stirred slowly inside Mochidzuki, savoring the delicious taste being inside him. Then pulling himself out and leaving only his thick head in, he gave Mochidzuki shallow strokes that made the man beneath him trembled. When Mochidzuki moved his hip and pushing Kyou's penis deeper into his ass, Kyou restrained his hip and continuing to give the shallow strokes.

It was a bitter sweet torture. Mochidzuki wasn't sated just by the shallow strokes. His whole body tingling and his inside were itching to be filled and stroked. He needed it to be inside him whole, filling him up, make him feel contented.

"I-it's not enough..." Mochidzuki writhed beneath him desperately. "I w-want more... Unh... Push it in deeper, fuck me harder!"

His eyes glistened with tears; his whole body blushed and begged for more of Kyou inside him.

He looked so sexy it snapped Kyou's self-control.

Ok, teasing time is over.

Kyou too, actually could barely suppress himself anymore, he was close to come. When the restraint broke, he rammed back in hard until his pubic bone hit his lover's sphincter, lifting his body along with the lower part of his lover, he started to pump vigorously and ravaging Mochidzuki's inside.

The squelching sound from their mixed liquid was so dirty. Liquid poured from Mochidzuki's inside with those vigorous movements, it was a mix between Kyou's pre-cum and his own body liquid. Kyou started thrusting faster and lifted one of Mochidzuki's legs and put in on his shoulder, changing their position. He wrapped Mochidzuki's penis in his hand; stroking it in the same rhythm with his movement.

The stirring stimulation made him dizzy, the pleasure from both his rear and his front felt incredible. Mochidzuki participated by moving his hip to meet Kyou's thrust. The heat in the room rising drastically. Their bodies were glistened in sweats. Kyou held Mochidzuki's leg and pumped back and forth harder, faster. The speed increased at the time they almost reached climax.

Mochidzuki stretched out his arms, wanting to hold his lover. Kyou put down the other man's leg and lean forward, caught Mochidzuki's body and brought it into his embrace. When he finally rammed in deep and stop moving. Both Kyou's penis and Mochidzuki's inside twitched.

"Hnggh... ah... ah... Aaah!!"

As Mochidzuki's cry reverberated in the room, followed by Kyou's groan in his deep baritone voice, they came together...

It was indeed the best sex they ever had. Kyou's head felt light and floating. He waited a bit until his penis softened and slid out from Mochidzuki'd hole. Thick cloudy liquid dripped down from the stretched hole, soiling the futon.

He moved and lay next to his lover, tried catching their breaths together.

Kyou turned and lying on his side to face Mochidzuki, he stroked his beautiful face, pushing away his messy, wet hair strands that stuck on it because of sweats. Mochidzuki took Kyou's hand, closing his eyes, and rubbed his face onto his lover's palm, gently kissing it.

"Thank you, Kyou..." he said. Glancing his lover with dreamy eyes.

Kyou rest his head on his other hand, supporting it with his elbow. Mochidzuki was still holding his hand over his face; Kyou caressed his cheek with his thumb.

"For what?"

"For being here with me. Renewing everything. Make my life brighter," he smiled.

"You're very welcome," Kyou said.

Kyou moved and held his lover, kissing his sweaty forehead lovingly.

"Hey, Maou-san?"

"Hmm?"

"I have a demon lord [ma-ou] in my room now," he jested and laughed. Making a pun out of Mochidzuki's name.




Outside the room, Makoto was sitting in front of the door, blushing hard. The apartment wall was too damn thin that he couldn't help to hear the faint embarrassing sound from the inside of the room.

He came back because he left his wallet inside his traveling bag, but he didn't dare to knock and disturbed them since his brother had already busy with his 'activity'. He was confused where to go, so he just sat there like a guard dog and shooing curious residents who stopped when they passing by because of the suggestive sounds.

Makoto ruffled his hair dreadfully.

"C'mooon. Hurry up guys. I want to get iiinnn...!! I'm hungryyy..." he wept.

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"Taka-chan, what are we?"

Shinonome Shogo asked Kanoe Takashi, his colleague, childhood friend, and roommate, one day.

They were lying side by side on the bed, naked, only covered in sheet. Takashi was biting his lollipop—crunching it between his teeth, his usual habit after sex. Others would prefer smoke, but both Takashi and Shogo hated them. And Takashi's sweet tooth led him to suck on a lollipop instead aftermath.

"Hmm? We're childhood friend aren't we?" said Takashi, still biting the leftover lollipop sticks.

"Is childhood friend usually having sex together?"

Takashi was silent. He shifted his position and turn to face Shogo, gazing at the other man's eyes intensely. Playing the stick with his teeth. Grinned.

"Well, we're practically sex buddy then. We're friends, yet, we have sex together."

It wasn't the answer that Shogo expected. Disappointed, he lowered his gaze and turned around, backing his partner. Pulling up the sheet to cover his naked shoulder.

"Right... sex buddy," he said grimly.

Takashi stared at the ceiling for a while as if he's in deep thought, before pulled out the lollipop stick off his mouth and kiss Shogo's nape.

"Good night," he said.

He threw the stick to the trash can on the side of the bed and turn off the bed lamp before closing his eyes.

"Brush your teeth first, or you'll get cavities," Shogo said.

Though Shogo was more of a sweet tooth than Takashi, he always complained his partner's bad habit. It wasn't good to eat sweets before sleep, especially when he didn't brush his teeth after. That's why Shogo always nagged about it.

"Yes, yes."

Lazily, Takashi got up from bed and head to the bathroom. Soon was heard the door knob turned, sound of a door creaking, a click sound of a light switch turned on, and the light from the bathroom lit, making a line of light in the dark room from the gap of half opened door. Followed by a brushing sound, squeaking faucet being turned, flowing water, gargling sound, faucet again, a click of a switch, and finally creaking door being closed before the bed creaked when Takashi climb on it and slept.




Takashi and Shogo had known each other since they were very young. Shogo moved in to Takashi's neighborhood when both of they were still in grade school. Though Shogo was 2 years older than Takashi, he was smaller back then. And very cute. Most people would mistake him with a girl.

But once he hit his growth spurt, his body developed rapidly. He exceeded Takashi's height in no time and shot up to the roof. There's no way that the other boy could beat his height.

Now, Takashi was 25 and 177cm in height, while Shogo was 27 and 182cm.

Takashi never got into college; his talent took him straight on working in a publishing company as a freelance illustrator after graduating high school. He won some drawing competitions that the company held. And the director loved his work and offered him the job. And less than 3 years later, he was promoted into chief illustrator soon after the company decided that they needed illustration division to work on some drawings in some new magazines they had just released.

Shogo joined shortly a year after, when he finally graduated from college. It wasn't because he was stupid. It was because he never had interest in the major he took—which he picked randomly just for him to go to college because his parents were nagging him to, so he was lazing around and skipping classes. Failing most of his subjects and caused him more time to finish his credits.

At that time, the new children magazine the company just released, needed new editors. So Takashi recommended Shogo to Kawaguchi Kiriko, the chief editor, and he was hired.

Long before that, they had already been living together. And once both were settled enough, they moved into larger 2ldk apartment with cable TV and inside bathroom. It was quite luxurious flat.

It was weird that 2 healthy, handsome young men decided to live together instead of living alone and search for girlfriends or something. It was true that some of the questioners were satisfied enough with the answer that they could share the flat fare so it would be cheaper. But still, some would think that it would be better if they each search for a smaller apartment and live alone, so they could be free to bring whoever they want to spend a night there. And of course, doing something more.

Well, that was as if. Unless...

Yes, some certain people had suspected that they were an item.

But then again, their closeness together was so natural that the suspicions reduced by the fact that they're childhood friend and were very close one and another.



Well, none of them knew that they'd been having sex together since they were in high school. At first, it was all about curiosity. Starting with jerking off together, helping each other with other's hand. Soon, the level escalated into sex, just like that. Against all odds, somewhat it was Shogo who's being the bottom. Actually, he was tricked to be one, to be precise.

In their research for sex, they discovered the anal sex. And that it could be done between two guys. Takashi told him that they could switch place, but he wanted to do it first. So, Shogo gave in. However, even after 8 years had passed, he still never got his chance to do it. Rather, Takashi always had his reasons and persisted to top. Eventually Shogo dropped the idea and tagged along with the other man's will.

It all went on so naturally and even though there was no declare of love, they were still together for 10 years. But what were they actually? Takashi never said that they were lovers, so Shogo didn't have the courage to state that they were one.

He had been in love with him since forever, but too coward to confess. And since Takashi always did things that misled him, everything became more and more complicated. In the end, all he could do was suppressing his feelings. That made him a stoic and introverted man. Though he could still joke, he barely had facial expression. Others might think he was cool and calm. On the contrary, he wasn't. He just couldn't express his feelings properly. Given that he always suppressed his feelings for over a decade, somewhat, he just forgot how to do it.

There was no agreement about not taking their affair outside either. Yet, Takashi had always joking about their closeness. That's why he never responded to the jokes. Both of them were like different sides of polar. One was so bright, cheerful, and full of confident. While the other was cool, calm, and compose.

Shogo loved him so much to the extent he put up everything Takashi said and did to him. He thought he was already got used to it by now. But what Shogo said last night hurt him.

"We're practically sex buddy then."

So, what if he got tired of him? Would they break up? Or was it the right term to mention it? Since they weren't an item in the first place.

Separated.

Yeah, perhaps it was the right phrase.

After Takashi got tired of him, they might get separated their own way. But even so, they still could be friends, wouldn't they?

He couldn't get rid the thought off his mind.

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Both of them sat on the futon Kyou prepared for the sex. He was being careful for not wanting his lover's back got scratched by the rough, worn out tatami mat covering his apartment floor. There were almost no distance between them; skin brushed the other skin, melting into one. The heat was rising and their breaths were getting heavier in lust. And there he was, presenting himself in front of Kyou's eyes, naked, and stripping Kyou in return, amazed by the size of Kyou's erection beneath his jeans.

"Leave it," Kyou whispered in Mochidzuki's ear when he started to undo it. "I'll cum if you touch it, let me do it myself."

He undid his pants but leaving it still on, got distracted and caressing his lover's body instead. Stroking every place he touched, he admired the pearly white body that lay beneath him. His faint scars were barely visible to see, he traced it one by one with his fingers, looking grim.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Mochidzuki said.

"But it still does... Here, right?" he touched his lover's left chest.

Mochidzuki smiled, "I'm ok now. Since I'm with you..."

Kyou smiled as he laid his lover over the futon.

Mochidzuki was actually still didn't like the idea of Kyou get on top of him. But Kyou had always putting up with his selfishness until now, so at least he wanted to repay the favor. He had to endure it. He was shivering, but Kyou gave him light kisses all over his head, to neck, to his chest, to calm him down. His caress was gentle, and he did want to stop trembling, but he just couldn't help it. He shut his eyes closed and wished that it’d be over soon.

Kyou's caressed on his body stopped.

"If you don't want to, let's stop, Mochidzuki-san," he said with tender voice, pampering him with his kindness.

Mochidzuki shook his head that was hidden behind his crossed arm over his face.

"Let's do it your way, then," Kyou suggested.

He meant the usual way. The Cowgirl position.

Mochidzuki shook his head again.

Kyou sighed and gently took those hands away. He cupped his chin and turned it toward him. Mochidzuki were still obstinately closed his eyes.

"Then look at me properly," he said. "Otherwise I'm just one of the rapists who forced myself on you, Mochidzuki-san."

The eyelashes of the older man quivered as he forced himself to open his eyes. Feared that he would see those evil silhouettes again. But as the darkness fade and light reached his sight, he saw the affectionate face of his lover, gazing at him tenderly. And his shivering stopped.

"That's it, just look at me. See that I'm the one who's holding you, Mochi... Maou-san," Kyou corrected his words. He boldly started to call Mochidzuki by his given name.

"You..." Mochidzuki protested, but his lips were sealed by Kyou's kiss.

"Call my name, Maou-san. Please?" he begged.

Mochidzuki frowned.

But he quickly gave up.

"K-Kyou..."

Kyou smiled so bright that it would over shine the sun.

Mochidzuki loved that smiling face very much. It was so pure and honest, and his eyes giving out all his love at him.

"Kyou... Kyou..." he repeated his lover's name and felt those funny tingling sensation on his stomach again. As if there were butterflies wings fluttering inside it. This time the butterfly soared up to his chest, emitting this unbelievably pleasant sensation that he couldn’t help to smile.

He stretched his hand onto Kyou's face and drew it to his and gave him a deep kiss. Kyou's tongue slid into his mouth and stroke his mouth-roof, made him shuddered.

Kyou’s right hand moved over Mochidzuki's chest and ran his finger down on the perky small bud on his chest. He rubbed it between his thumb and middle finger and flicked it with this forefinger. Mochidzuki's body jumped in surprise. He never felt that kind of sensation before, since he never let anyone touched him.

Kyou pulled back his head and moved to the other side of the chest, licking the pink nipples before he suck on it. Mochidzuki's body jumped everytime Kyou's tongue lashed on his sensitive nipple, while the other hand flicked the others.

"You're so sensitive," Kyou said, captivated. "Just like a virgin," he grinned full of lust.

Mochidzuki never knew that he was, and hearing Kyou saying it out loud was so embarrassing.

"You're talking like a dirty old man..." he grunted.

"I think I'll put the blame on you. Since you changed me like this," he talked with his mouth still on Mochidzuki's nipple.

His every single word made his tongue brushed on the nipple at random, sending pleasuring sensation in Mochidzuki's body that made his penis erected even without being touched.

Kyou was just realizing it when the sweet nectar started to soil at his white stomach.

"Don't look!" he protested.

"How can I'm not? I'm looking right now. I'm captivated by you, Maou-san."

Kyou sat back to get a good view of his lover’s naked body. Mochidzuki's body blushed into peach pink and he hid his face behind his palms.

"So cute!!" Kyou hugged his lover's passionately. "I can't believe you're so shy! Remembering that you used to take the lead every time we had sex."

"I-it's different now!"

"Because you don't take the lead? You're shy because of that?"

"J-just shut up and continue!" Mochidzuki snapped, still hiding his face.

Kyou took his right hand and kissed it. "At your command, my princess..."

The faded color on Mochidzuki's body renewed.

Kyou grinned ear to ear like a Cheshire cat.

He continued to work on the nipples for quite some time, then headed to the lower part; the neglected perky item between Mochidzuki's legs.

"I've never done this before, so please excuse my bad performance," he said before licking the cute pink penis and massaging the balls.

He didn't know exactly what to do, but because he's a man, he did know which part that felt good. And he tried to remember the way Mochidzuki had done to him.

Everything felt new for Mochidzuki, he was the one who used to do the touching and foreplay. The sensation of others touching him was completely different when he touched himself. Electricity shocked him everytime Kyou touched his somewhat overly sensitive body. As if it was an aphrodisiac had turned him on more than usual. He writhed away, couldn't take anymore of this over-stimulating sensation. Just a touch of Kyou’s tongue on his penis was enough to make him come.

Kyou held his lover's hips and locked them from running away while he deep-throat Mochidzuki's penis, moving his head up and down, sucking hard, rolled it with his tongue, and playing it with his teeth gently.

"No... Ngh! Ah...! Ah! Stop it or I'll cum!"

"Cum, then," he said, still mouthing his lover's shaft.

"Nhhng! Aah... Ah, ah! Aaaah!"

Letting out a crying gasps, Mochidzuki came.

The thick white liquid spurted inside Kyou's mouth, to the back of his throat. He caught every single drop of it, and sucking the remaining inside.

That was fast, he never cum that fast before. And even after the orgasm, he wasn't sated. He wanted more. His face blushed, his body was sweating, his breath was short and hard, and his teary eyes seemed dreamy and wanton. He wanted Kyou's shaft sheathed inside him, fucking him raw and gave him the greatest pleasure in his life.

After savoring the taste for a while, Kyou opened his mouth and pulled out his tongue, letting the thick liquid poured down and caught it in his palm before rubbing it into Mochidzuki's hole, lubricating it.

Mochidzuki's dreamy eyes widened in disbelief.

"Where in the hell did you learn that?" he asked.

That was a dirty—in a sexy way—thing to see.

"You," Kyou smiled, licking the leftover on his lips, swallowing it down.

He rubbed the hole more and pushed two fingers in easily. And he frowned.

"It's so loose down here," he complained, "Have you slept with anyone after we break up?"

Mochidzuki lowered his gaze in regret. He couldn't lie. "Yes," he said. "But only in the beginning!" he quickly added.

"How many men?" Kyou asked sharply.

"....."

"How many?!" he raised his voice.

"Th...three..."

Kyou pulled his fingers out of Mochidzuki's hole and retreated back, turned around and buckling his jeans. Mochidzuki got up and support his body by his elbow, watching him in incredulity. As Kyou raised and walked away, Mochidzuki stopped him by his arm.

"Please," he said, "Don't go... don't leave me like this."

Kyou was silent.

"I... it was just a spur of moment. It doesn't feel good because they're not you."

Kyou clenched his fist. Getting angrier.

Mochidzuki saw it.

"I know it was wrong, but because of that, I realized that it can't be done without you," he paused. "That it had to be you..."

Silent.

"Say you're sorry," said Kyou in strict tone over his shoulder.

"What?"

"I said, say you're sorry! Any kind of normal people would've done that when they made mistakes!"

"I-I... I'm s-sorry..." Mochidzuki stuttered. But the words sounded sincere.

Kyou turned around and almost jumped when he reached out to his lover and hugged him.

"That's all I need," he said. He forgave him, but he still sounded disappointed. "Promise me that you'll never sleep with anyone but me."

Mochidzuki nodded.

"I won't. From now on, I'm all yours, Kyou..."

That's it. That's the grand finale.

Now that Kyou was sure that Mochidzuki was entirely his, he could be a bit relief. So the guarding tasks were down to only chasing the wolves away from his property.

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"Say, if you still love your ex that much, why don't you try to get back together? I don't think you guys broke up because of hating each other, right?"

Makoto suddenly started the conversation when he helped Kyou drying the dishes he washed with a napkin.

Kyou shook his head.

"So, how many days have you broken up 'till now?"

Kyou took a brief of moment, counting the days in his head.

"I think it's about a week now. We broke up 2 days before you got here."

It was indeed had been 8 days since Makoto started to live with him. He managed to find a descent job in a law firm as an errand boy. One of Kyou's friend recommended Makoto to the law firm where he was having his internship. The boss seemed to like the boy's resume and hired him at once. But there's still no suitable cheap apartment that he could rent, so he's staying with Kyou for a bit longer.

"Have you contacted him, yet?" Makoto asked again.

Kyou shook his head again.

"Why?"

"I forgot... sort of. Too busy, I guess. With my college tasks, work, and you," he pointed at Makoto's nose and put foam from the wash-dishing soap on it.

Makoto frowned and rubbed the foam off his nose with the back of his hand, "Don't blame things on others," he sulked.

"I was just joking," Kyou laughed and pushed the younger boy with his elbow.

"I know," Makoto pushed him back with his elbow too.

They both laughed.

"Hey, Kyou-chan?"

"Hmm?"

"Just forget about me and go to your ex," Makoto suggested. "I don't want to be blamed for the failure of your sex life."

Kyou was silent, thinking something while still scrubbing the dishes.

Makoto gazed at the larger boy who was standing by his side, started to feel irritated.

"Why are you just standing there?! Leave the dishes! Make up with him! Now! GO!"

Makoto shoved Kyou's large body when he looked hesitate. Not because he didn't want to. But he couldn't leave Makoto alone.

Kyou protested a bit but didn't actually resist. He washed his foamy hand and wiped it recklessly over his jeans.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine by myself. I'm not a kid anymore." Makoto said while still pushing Kyou headed to the door. "Just GO!"

"Wait! Okay, okay! But I have to wear my shoes first," he said when Makoto managed to pushed him passed the genkan.

"Fine, but hurry! Otherwise I'll take you right now."

"You dare topped me?!" Kyou pinned the other boy's head in his arms, playing fight.

Both of them laughing while Makoto tickled Kyou's waist until Kyou laughed because it felt ticklish and loosened his grip. Makoto finally managed to stretched his arm to open the door.

It surprised them that there was actually someone behind the door. Stared at their closeness sharply; to the extent of anger flaming in his eyes.

Kyou released his grip on Makoto's head.

"Mochidzuki... san?" he said in disbelief.

Makoto fixed his untidy hair and gazed at the beautiful young man in awe. Then he realized of his position and excused himself.

"I'm going to the convenience store to buy some Oolong tea," he said. "Won't be back for a while, so, just take your time."

Makoto dashed out while sparing a meaningful glance at Kyou. He didn't know that Kyou's lover was a beauty; nevertheless, a man.

The boy smiled and wish for his big brother's happiness.



Kyou let Mochidzuki in, while, the young man stared at the small 1dk room in arrogance. Disbelieving that someone could actually lived in such a cramped place like that. The tableware was sets for two. Then his eyes were fixed on the luggage that stood in the corner of the room. As if it was declaring that someone was actually moved in and stay there. For a second, his eyes flashed with anger.

Kyou stood nervously in the presence of his beloved inside his room. But he could see that Mochidzuki was in foul mood. So he didn’t dare to say anything foolish.

"Umm, please. Have a seat."

Kyou pulled out the sitting cushion and gestured at Mochidzuki to sit.

Mochidzuki glanced at the thin and worn out cushion. Lifted his eyebrow in disdain; checking it out. It was clean. Kyou made sure that even though most of his stuff had worn out, it was neat and clean.

He refused to sit down and move toward Kyou, instead. Wrapped his arms around the boy's neck, forced him to bend down a little, and kissed him.

Surprised by the sudden act, yet, he returned the kiss. Wrapping his arm around the slender waist and embraced him.

They switched their kissing angle for a few times. Tongue dancing inside their mouths; twirling and stroking one and another. A streak of unswallowed saliva overflowed on the edge of Mochidzuki's mouth, ran down to his chin.

When they finally broke their kisses, still closing his eyes, Kyou rubbed the tip of their noses together. Gently kissing his partner's lips. And let out a sigh in satisfaction.

Kyou traced the beautiful face with his rough fingers. With his thumb, he wiped the saliva off his chin, and smiled. He missed him so much.

He didn't want to think anymore.

He didn't care what Mochidzuki would think.

Heck! He didn't care what the world would think!

He wanted him!

He wanted him so much, that days without him would corroding him slowly and consumed him inside out.

He didn't care anymore what kind of rejection he would have. If he got rejected, he just confessed again and persistently nagged him all over until he finally giving up and accepted him.

"I love you..." he whispered in Mochidzuki's ear.

Finally, he let his true feelings out.



Mochidzuki let out a dissatisfied sigh, and pinched Kyou's stomach hard. Made the larger boy yelped in pain.

Okay, that ruined the perfect atmosphere.

"Ooouch! Why did you do that?!" Kyou protested, breaking the hug and rubbing the sour part of his stomach.

"Seems like you have a very busy sex life while I'm not around, don't you?"

He was also doing the same, sleeping around right after they broke up, but he didn't want to admit it.

"Huh?" Kyou didn't understand.

"That boy. And the blonde the other night?" he accused.

At first, Kyou was in awe hearing it.

Then his eyes sparkled, following by a wide ear-to-ear grin like the Cheshire cat.

"Mochidzuki-san... are you jealous?"

Mochidzuki slapped Kyou's head and retreated back. But he was pulled back into Kyou's arms again; who was chuckling and smiling widely and gazed at him lovingly.

"Hey, Mochidzuki-san. Do you love me?"

Mochidzuki growling something and turn his face. Avoiding Kyou's intense gaze.

Kyou gave his best begging puppy dog eyes. He even whimpered.

The corner of Mochidzuki's mouth twitched, as if he was restraining himself from laughing. Kyou looked so cute begging and whimpering like that. He cleared his throat and covered it with his fist to hide his laugh.

Kyou buried his face in Mochidzuki's hair and sniffed it like a dog, kissing it affectionately. While his lower part hardened.

Realizing something hot and hard pressing his lower abdomen, instinctively, Mochidzuki's knees flew to the growing shaft in front of him and forced the younger guy bend in double for its pain. He didn't even let out a scream since it was unbearable, it took his voice away.

"You horny dog!" Mochidzuki sneered and took a step back.

Kyou curled so low while holding his 'precious', that his head almost touching the floor. He trembled in pain for a few seconds, and collapse with a loud thud on the floor.

Mochidzuki thought he was faking, since he didn't knee him that hard. But since the boy didn't move at all after some moments, he came close to him and kneeled down; checking him out.

Suddenly a pair of large arms stretched out. Caught and locked him in a tight embrace.

Kyou sniggered. "Gotcha."

He was faking indeed.

Mochidzuki protested. He writhed and twisted his body in his arms, trying to get away. Kyou held him tighter and kissed him to reduce his resistance. Responded to the kiss, Mochidzuki let his resistance down.

Kyou broke the kiss and rubbed his forehead onto his partner's.

"Just tell me you love me, Mochidzuki-san. That's why you're jealous, right?"

Mochidzuki pouted. In Kyou's eyes, he looked very adorable.

"Hey..." he persistently nagged, "You love me, right?"

"Shut up!" Mochidzuki snapped, "I hate you! But that's not the point! Who was the boy and the blonde?!"

Kyou smiled. Happy for the jealous streak.

"The boy, Mochidzuki-san, is my little brother. The second eldest son, and the third child in the family," he explained.

"He's your brother? You don't look alike."

"Trust me, nobody think the otherwise," Kyou rolled his eyes. "He's the most beautiful amongst us, the boys in my family. He was just graduated from high school. He crash at my place for a while before he finds a new place. And the blonde the other night is my college friend. He took me home because I was drunk. Though he had something for me, he's definitely not doing anything funny. He stepped back when I say I had someone I love. Not forcing me like some certain person I know," he teased the other man.

Mochidzuki blushed; for remembering the past, and for falsely accusing Kyou.

"Just take off that stubbornness and admit that you love me, please," Kyou pleaded.

Mochidzuki obstinately locked his mouth, refusing to say those words.

Kyou sighed.

"I can't sleep without you," Mochidzuki mumbled, finally breaking his perseverance.

"What?"

"I can't sleep alone, without you! The nightmares came back again!" he suddenly blurted out, "Sex wasn't good, and others touch just grossed me out. It can't be anyone but you..."

Kyou gazed at his beloved, captivated.

"My touch doesn't gross you out?"

"If it does, would I let you held me?" Mochidzuki sulked, writhing a little in Kyou's arms, lowering his gaze and lay his head on Kyou's broad chest. "You're the one who cured me. Yet, it's like a curse you cast on me. Because only you who can touch me."

"I'm cursing you with all my love."

"Shut up," he hit Kyou’s chest with his fist.

"How about sex?"

"....."

Kyou rubbed his face on Mochidzuki's all over again. This time, he deliberately rubbing his stubble on the other man’s face; made him broke into laughter because it felt ticklish.

"Fine, fine... Okay! Stop rubbing it at me! It tickles!" Mochidzuki pushed Kyou's head away. "...it was the best."

There was that Cheshire cat smile plastered on Kyou's face again.

"Do you love me?"

Mochidzuki kept his silent for a brief moment.

"You're different..." he said. "You're just..." he paused, "...special."

That word was enough for him.

"I love you, Mochidzuki-san," Kyou said, kissing Mochidzuki's temple.

"I know," he answered, closing his eyes and receiving Kyou's kisses. "I already knew it from the first time you started to let me kiss you."

Kyou's eyes widened in disbelief, "You knew?"

"Since you said you we couldn't kiss. But somewhere along the way, you started to accept my kiss and kissed me in return."

Kyou smiled.

Yes, he was already in love with him at that time.

"I've been watching you also," Mochidzuki confessed. "I have my spies all over the place, that's why I knew you were sleeping in the manga café. And how you always skip dinner because you're too lazy to buy some or have no money to buy it. Or how the girls in your apartment secretly took your picture when you tended you plantation, and uploaded it in their blogs. ["What?!" Kyou shouted in surprise.] You should've checked it out sometime, it was quite a good shot. And about the blonde the other night too..."

"But you missed the background check about my little brother."

"I was angry and couldn't think that long."

The tall boy laughed. Then he stopped, realizing something.

"Wait... You've been stalking me all this time?!"

"Well, you can say that."

"Ok, even though it shows how much you care about me, but it kinda scary. So, please. Don't do it again from now on," he laughed. "I'm all yours and I promise that you won't have to spy on me to know that I won’t cheat on you."

"Just to make sure," Mochidzuki smiled.

It was the most beautiful smile he ever seen. His eyes were smiling also. It was a genuine smile of Mochidzuki.

"Well, just, don't," Kyou chuckled.

Mochidzuki's hand reached out to touch Kyou's face and stroked it. Why didn't he realized it before? This loving gaze. The gentle touch. His every single gesture was telling him transparently that he loved him.

He wrapped his arms around Kyou's neck, and whispered those sacred words.

Kyou's eyes widened for a second, and then held his lover and gave him the sweetest kiss they ever shared.



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Kyou handed over a glass of cold Oolong tea to Makoto.

They were sitting in Kyou's small apartment room. Kyou had cleaned up and set the table in the middle of the room to put the glasses and a plate of snacks that Makoto brought from home. The boy's luggages were placed in the corner of the room. It was only a traveling bag and 2 plastic bags that filled with fresh vegetables and some snacks.

"So, how's everybody back home? Are they healthy?"

"Yes, they're all fine. But Chino-baachan, the one who has a field by the river, ["Yes I remember her," said Kyou] kept asking about you. She was wondering when you will go home. It's been a while since the last time you went home. She misses you a lot. We all miss you a lot."

Kyou smiled wryly. He used to go to his hometown at least once in a month. But he hadn't had time in the past half year because his business with his classes, work, and lately; Mochidzuki.

"You have a girlfriend?"

"What? N-no!" Kyou denied. But then he rephrased it. "Well, I used to have a lover [a sex buddy, actually, he said inside his heart], but we broke up just a while ago."

"Need me to comfort you?"

Makoto smiled seductively and approaching Kyou in suggestive way.

"Hey, Mako! Don't joke around!"

He stopped Makoto by his shoulder. But the younger boy kept coming and his face was getting closer and closer to Kyou's.

Kyou put his large hand over Makoto's face to avoid his kiss.

"That's not funny, Makoto!" Kyou said, pushing the face away.

Makoto returned to his seat and pouted.

"You're no fun."

"You can't joke about kisses. It was a precious thing you only share with your lover," Kyou said.

Then he stayed quiet by his own words.

Yes, Kyou was completely forgotten about that. He was the one who said to Mochidzuki that there would be no kissing involved when he was being forced to sleep with him. But since when did he start to kiss Mochidzuki? Did Mochidzuki ever notice it? That he started kissing him because he loved him?

Kyou chuckled by his own thought.

"Kyou-chan? What's the matter?" Makoto asked in confusion.

"Nothing," Kyou grinned and ruffled Makoto's hair. "I still love that person very much, so I really can't joke about kisses."

Makoto was a little bit surprised by the expression shown in Kyou's face. It was a loving smile he had never seen before. He knew that Kyou was kind to everybody, and he was always smiling. But never like this. It was like the aura surrounding him was filled in pink, full of love, very heart warming and almost cute. If he told Kyou that he looked cute right now, he’d sure getting a slap on the head for talking nonsense.

"You're really falling in love, aren't you, Kyou-chan?" Makoto smiled, "It's showing all over your face."

"It does?" Kyou rubbed his blushed face with both hand, trying to erase the color off his face. But failed.

Makoto held his hand and took it off his face. "I'm happy for you. But also feeling kind of sad because my Kyou-chan isn't mine anymore."

"I'm not yours from the beginning," Kyou half jokingly protested.

"Yes, yes. You're ours, then."

Both of them laughed.

"Say, if you don't have a girlfriend and not living with anyone here, can I stay for few days? Just until I find a job and a new place to live," Makoto asked.

"I don't mind you stay here as long as you like."

"But I do mind. You might get myself a new lover and want to spend our time together without worrying about someone else, don't you?"

"Maybe. But not in the short time."

Makoto waved in front of his face, "Nah, I'm leaving home because I want to live alone. When I say alone; it means alone. And I want to have a lover and bring them home too."

"Wow, you're thinking about sex already?!"

"Kyou-chan, I'm already 18! Of course I'm thinking about sex. Boys of my age are usually not virgin anymore!"

"I was, until 3 months ago."

Makoto sighed. "That was almost embarrassing, hearing it from 21 years old guy."

"Hey, I was saving it for the one I love."

"Yeah, yeah," he waved his hand in front of his face. Ignoring Kyou's words.

"Say, Mako."

"Hmm?"

"Are you sure you don't want to go to college?"

Makoto shook his head. "I'm not smart and not talented like you, Kyou-chan. It's easier for me to find a job and start working instead of burdening kaasan and tousan too long."

Kyou cupped his large hand on both Makoto's cheek, and look deeply into his eyes.

"Promise me that you won't find any funny kind of job with easy money just because you have pretty face. Okay?"

Makoto pouted. "You think I'm that low?"

"No! I just worry that you'll take the wrong path. Tokyo can be such an alluring temptation, yet, it can also be a horrible nightmare for village people like us."

"I'm not a kid anymore. I know what's right and what's not."

"Good. I'll call some of my friends and ask them about another cheap apartment and a job vacancy."

"Thanks Kyou-chan." Makoto smiled and gave Kyou a warm hug.




It's true that you'd start to appreciate things when they're gone. And realizing that everything that happened before was taken for granted.

Mochidzuki had just understand the meaning of it now.

Days without Kyou made him felt empty. As if there was a big hole inside him, no matter what he did, he couldn't be satisfied.

His food didn't feel as tasty as it supposed to. Not even the classy meal in a famous restaurant with 1st rate chef.

He also tried to sleep with other men, and always chose the big, tall, tough looking guy like Kyou. Yet, none of them could satisfy him. It wasn't just because the shape and the size weren’t the same. The sex was good, but it wasn't satisfying.

It was because they're not Kyou.

And he thought that his phobia was healed. But when someone touched him, he still freaked. The feeling of others touch on his body grossed him out to the extent that he wanted to vomit.

None of them were as gentle as Kyou.

Everything felt wrong.

Nothing he did can mend the hole inside him.

So, why him?

Why it had to be Kyou?

Suddenly his head was filled with the image of Ooguma Kyou.

Kyou's existence in his life for the past few months was somewhat flowed so natural. It was as if he had been there with him for so long. And without him, nothing would be the same anymore.

There's a strange feeling in his heart everytime he remembered him. The squeezing feeling inside his chest that ran up to his throat and choked him tight. Made him hard to breathe. His stomach twisted and turned and sent out this funny tingling sensation.

He missed him.

He never missed anyone in his life before. Not even his dead mother, or his Yakuza father. He used to be fine on his own. So why did he need Kyou right now?

It just didn't make any sense!



A day after he broke up with Kyou, he sent one of his minions to spy on Kyou—like he did before.

The next day, the minion reported to him that Kyou went home drunk with a blonde guy, who left several hours later just before the last train stop operating. He also brought a photo prove at the time when the blonde carried Kyou home.

He didn't know how he'd get angry with the report. So he sent the minion again to spy on Kyou for several days.

When the minion asked him whether if he wanted him to 'deal' with Kyou; he got a kick on his shin and left with limping steps.

And in the end of the day, the minion came back and reported to him that Kyou started to live with a pretty boy.

He got furious in no reason.

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