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[July 22] [Junjou Romantica] Reenactments
Title: Reenactments
Day/Theme: July 22 / words without thoughts never to heaven go
Series: Junjou Romantica
Character/Pairing: Egoist
Rating: NC-17
Note: cheese c:
32-year-old Kamijou Hiroki awoke to not only the delicious aroma of freshly cooked food, but he awoke knowing Nowaki was still there. That made his heart pound in his chest. He got up and made his way to the kitchen and dining room to find Nowaki. Nowaki looked over at him, smiling brightly. “Hiro-san! Good morning.”
“Mm, yeah. Morning.”
Hiroki eyed the food. Nowaki's cooking was always good, but today looked really good... it only made Hiroki wonder... what was the occasion? He sat down across from Nowaki and glanced at the food again... what was with this sense of deja vu? He shook his head and picked up his chopsticks.
“Hiro-san?
“Mm?”
Nowaki's smile grew nervous as their eyes made contact. “What would you like to do today?”
“Eh?” Didn't Nowaki have work? Was there truly something behind this breakfast. He leaned forward slightly, eying Nowaki before speaking once more. “We don't have to do anything. Besides, don't you have work?”
“...No. I got the day off, I told you that before, Hiro-san, Today-.”
“Well,” barked Hiroki, interrupting Nowaki without a second thought. “Why not just enjoy each other? No need to do anything special.”
“... Right. I promised to go visit my old employer at the flower shop for a second. I'll be back soon.”
Hiroki blinked as Nowaki left... and again...
What had just happened? And why had Nowaki sounded so... upset?
He eyed the breakfast. Was today important? Was it Nowaki's birthday and he forgot? He glanced to his side, quickly spotting something yellow...
He snorted, reaching for it and holding it in his hand. It was that stupid duck eye mask... He hadn't worn it in a long time! The last time had been...
His eyes widened, head whipping over to the calender, then glancing down at the food again.
It all made sense now.
It was exactly 10 years today since the two of them started dating.
Hiroki rolled his eyes, tossing the eye mask, a red flush burning on to his cheeks.
The mysterious reappearance of that mask must be the workings of Nowaki. He probably wanted to do some sort of reenactment of their first time together. He flushed. That was so stupid! For a 10 year anniversary to go off and do something so silly... but the image of Nowaki's saddened expression and the hesitation in his voice when he left... Hiroki narrowed his eyes.
If this was what Nowaki wanted, then he'll get it!
–
Nowaki laughed as his old boss talked about his family life. The older man moved his arms enthusiastically at some of the tales... and yet... Nowaki had the distinct feeling he was being watched. He glanced around for a second as he left the flower shop. He was ready to call it quits and blame it on paranoia when his eyes met with light brown ones across the street.
There, int eh cafe across from the flower shop, at that familiar table, sat Hiroki... dressed in a white work shirt, thick-rimmed glasses, and a hat... Nowaki felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of his lover's red face. Hiroki didn't turn and cough like 10 years ago, no... those brown eyes were fiery and were locked on him.
Hiroki gave him one last smoldering look before leaving.
–
It only took Nowaki about five minutes to make it back to their apartment after Hiroki had left the flower shop. He licked his lips. Should he knock? He paused... or was that going ot far with this whole thing? He raised a hand, knocking gently with his knuckles.
He heard shuffling from the inside, then the door opened. Hiroki's eyes widened slightly, moving to shut the door and Nowaki knew that was his cue to grab it and wrench it open.
Nowaki eyed Hiroki... the scene was perfect... the orange glow from the sunset pooled into the room, illuminating them both.
“Why didn't you say anything about all of this earlier, Hiro-san?”
Hiroki raised an amused eyebrow. “That's not how our conversation went.”
Nowaki smiled fondly. “Not, it didn't.”
He stepped forward, wrapping his left arm around Hiroki's middle while his right hand tipped the man's chin back. “There is no need to repeat all of it... I love you Hiro-san. So very much.... I hope that Hiro-san loves me too.”
“Idiot. You know I love you.”
Nowaki's mouth melted into his lover's. Their tongues dueled for a moment before Nowaki pulled away, grabbing Hiroki's hand and bringing him into the bedroom. The blinds were open and the orange glow still over took the natural lighting of the room. Nowaki pulled Hiroki in between his legs, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, Hiroki looked back at him and met the other man's lips once more before pulling away to finish stripping.
As Hiroki undressed, his desire flared even more. He felt himself bend down, like that time 10 years ago. Nowaki lubricated his fingers, pressing them gently to the other's exposed hole.
“Wonderful, Hiro-san. You are always so beautiful.”
Hiroki's pink cheeks took on a red color. “I-Idoit! Don't say those things.”
Nowaki smiled, rolling the tip of his finger over that quivering hole, smearing lubrication before pressing a single digit inside. Hiroki hummed, enjoying the feeling of Nowaki's searching finger. He wiggled his behind a little. Nowaki pressed another in, feeling those muscles clench around the two fingers. He flexed them gently before turning them in a circular motion.
The sounds of Hiroki's moans only increased the thrusts of his fingers. Now with three fingers inside of the man, he was pounding in him, those fingers arching to briefly massage that precious spot within Hiroki before going back to narrowly thrusting. Hiroki groaned.
“Nowaki! I can't... ah! Please!”
“Hiro-san?”
“Nowaki!”
Nowaki smiled, pulling his fingers out and reached for a condom, he opened it and took it out... but when he saw Hiroki's look he paused “Is something wrong, Hiro-san?”
Hiroki licked his lips, trying to calm himself down to talk. “We've been together 10 years... wouldn't it be nice to do it without?”
Nowaki glanced at the condom and then at Hiroki. This was an immense display of trust, if not stupidity. Condoms had become second nature with gay sex for him... and the idea of doing it without was a little scary. Sure, he didn't have any weird disease or anything that could harm Hiroki... and he was pretty sure if Hiroki had anything he'd tell him... but why was he so hesitant?
Hiroki noticed the spaced out look and looked away. “You don't have to... I mean, it was only suggestion. I've never done it either, you know?”
Nowaki felt his heart skip a beat at that. The thought of actually having one of Hiroki's firsts caused him to instantly throw the condom off the bed and grab the lubrication bottle.
Hiroki was ready to feel the coolness of more lubrication being slicked down his bottom... he was not ready to feel a lubricated prick at his opening... and it felt raw. Hiroki felt his heart flutter and he braced himself as Nowaki slowly pushed his way in. Hiroki moaned, hearing Nowaki's own small moans and grunts in his ear.
Nowaki paused once he was fully within Hiroki. The feeling of Hiroki's walls around him without a condom... it was extraordinary. He began to pull back and all he saw was sparks and colors. Hiroki groaned as Nowaki leaned over him, gasping for a moment before murmuring.
“You're amazing, Hiro-san... I'm in all the way.”
Hiroki snorted and rolled his eyes. “You've gotten in all the way many times before... ah! Now move, please!”
Nowaki chuckled, the first time Hiroki had been telling him not to move... oh, how things had changed. Nowaki began to thrust gently, feeling Hiroki's hips come up to meet his. He grabbed Hiroki's hip with one hand then the other snaked around the man and grabbed his arousal, stroking him lovingly at first then up to speed with the thrusts.
Nowaki grunted, pulling out lightly. Hiroki blinked, slipping out a slurred 'huh?' before Nowaki flipped him over, grabbing his legs and putting them around his middle. Hiroki instantly locked his ankles, use to the position. Nowaki leaned down, stuffing a couple of pillows beneath Hiroki's hips. “I want to see you.”
Hiroki averted his eyes and clenched them as Nowaki re-entered, pressing in him deeply. Their rhythm started back up only harder and deeper.... and louder. The bed creaked and the sound of wet skin meeting equally wet skin ricocheted off the walls. Hiroki's moans were soon devoured by Nowaki's mouth as they kissed. Hiroki felt Nowaki's fingers brush against his head and back down to his shaft before he came. He moaned and shook gently as he finished. Nowaki shuddered, slamming his hips into Hiroki one more time before spilling himself as well.
The two lay there panting, regaining their strength and breath. Nowaki was the first to speak. “Happy Anniversary, Hiro-san.”
Hiroki rolled his eyes, the embarrassed flush returning to his face. “You really are an idiot, you know?”
Nowaki laughed, kissing the back of Hiroki's neck gently. Hiroki sighed. Perhaps it wasn't so bad... being in love with an idiot for 10 years.
(THE END)
A/N: OKAY! Yes, I know not everything happened in the order I have it happen for their “10th year anniversary. I just went with what seemed to fit. So please no comments on how 'they didn't do this before this' kind of thing.
But other than that, yeah... I know... this was a bad one. OTL OTL but I had such a hard time with the prompt ;w; FORGIVE ME!
Day/Theme: July 22 / words without thoughts never to heaven go
Series: Junjou Romantica
Character/Pairing: Egoist
Rating: NC-17
Note: cheese c:
32-year-old Kamijou Hiroki awoke to not only the delicious aroma of freshly cooked food, but he awoke knowing Nowaki was still there. That made his heart pound in his chest. He got up and made his way to the kitchen and dining room to find Nowaki. Nowaki looked over at him, smiling brightly. “Hiro-san! Good morning.”
“Mm, yeah. Morning.”
Hiroki eyed the food. Nowaki's cooking was always good, but today looked really good... it only made Hiroki wonder... what was the occasion? He sat down across from Nowaki and glanced at the food again... what was with this sense of deja vu? He shook his head and picked up his chopsticks.
“Hiro-san?
“Mm?”
Nowaki's smile grew nervous as their eyes made contact. “What would you like to do today?”
“Eh?” Didn't Nowaki have work? Was there truly something behind this breakfast. He leaned forward slightly, eying Nowaki before speaking once more. “We don't have to do anything. Besides, don't you have work?”
“...No. I got the day off, I told you that before, Hiro-san, Today-.”
“Well,” barked Hiroki, interrupting Nowaki without a second thought. “Why not just enjoy each other? No need to do anything special.”
“... Right. I promised to go visit my old employer at the flower shop for a second. I'll be back soon.”
Hiroki blinked as Nowaki left... and again...
What had just happened? And why had Nowaki sounded so... upset?
He eyed the breakfast. Was today important? Was it Nowaki's birthday and he forgot? He glanced to his side, quickly spotting something yellow...
He snorted, reaching for it and holding it in his hand. It was that stupid duck eye mask... He hadn't worn it in a long time! The last time had been...
His eyes widened, head whipping over to the calender, then glancing down at the food again.
It all made sense now.
It was exactly 10 years today since the two of them started dating.
Hiroki rolled his eyes, tossing the eye mask, a red flush burning on to his cheeks.
The mysterious reappearance of that mask must be the workings of Nowaki. He probably wanted to do some sort of reenactment of their first time together. He flushed. That was so stupid! For a 10 year anniversary to go off and do something so silly... but the image of Nowaki's saddened expression and the hesitation in his voice when he left... Hiroki narrowed his eyes.
If this was what Nowaki wanted, then he'll get it!
–
Nowaki laughed as his old boss talked about his family life. The older man moved his arms enthusiastically at some of the tales... and yet... Nowaki had the distinct feeling he was being watched. He glanced around for a second as he left the flower shop. He was ready to call it quits and blame it on paranoia when his eyes met with light brown ones across the street.
There, int eh cafe across from the flower shop, at that familiar table, sat Hiroki... dressed in a white work shirt, thick-rimmed glasses, and a hat... Nowaki felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of his lover's red face. Hiroki didn't turn and cough like 10 years ago, no... those brown eyes were fiery and were locked on him.
Hiroki gave him one last smoldering look before leaving.
–
It only took Nowaki about five minutes to make it back to their apartment after Hiroki had left the flower shop. He licked his lips. Should he knock? He paused... or was that going ot far with this whole thing? He raised a hand, knocking gently with his knuckles.
He heard shuffling from the inside, then the door opened. Hiroki's eyes widened slightly, moving to shut the door and Nowaki knew that was his cue to grab it and wrench it open.
Nowaki eyed Hiroki... the scene was perfect... the orange glow from the sunset pooled into the room, illuminating them both.
“Why didn't you say anything about all of this earlier, Hiro-san?”
Hiroki raised an amused eyebrow. “That's not how our conversation went.”
Nowaki smiled fondly. “Not, it didn't.”
He stepped forward, wrapping his left arm around Hiroki's middle while his right hand tipped the man's chin back. “There is no need to repeat all of it... I love you Hiro-san. So very much.... I hope that Hiro-san loves me too.”
“Idiot. You know I love you.”
Nowaki's mouth melted into his lover's. Their tongues dueled for a moment before Nowaki pulled away, grabbing Hiroki's hand and bringing him into the bedroom. The blinds were open and the orange glow still over took the natural lighting of the room. Nowaki pulled Hiroki in between his legs, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, Hiroki looked back at him and met the other man's lips once more before pulling away to finish stripping.
As Hiroki undressed, his desire flared even more. He felt himself bend down, like that time 10 years ago. Nowaki lubricated his fingers, pressing them gently to the other's exposed hole.
“Wonderful, Hiro-san. You are always so beautiful.”
Hiroki's pink cheeks took on a red color. “I-Idoit! Don't say those things.”
Nowaki smiled, rolling the tip of his finger over that quivering hole, smearing lubrication before pressing a single digit inside. Hiroki hummed, enjoying the feeling of Nowaki's searching finger. He wiggled his behind a little. Nowaki pressed another in, feeling those muscles clench around the two fingers. He flexed them gently before turning them in a circular motion.
The sounds of Hiroki's moans only increased the thrusts of his fingers. Now with three fingers inside of the man, he was pounding in him, those fingers arching to briefly massage that precious spot within Hiroki before going back to narrowly thrusting. Hiroki groaned.
“Nowaki! I can't... ah! Please!”
“Hiro-san?”
“Nowaki!”
Nowaki smiled, pulling his fingers out and reached for a condom, he opened it and took it out... but when he saw Hiroki's look he paused “Is something wrong, Hiro-san?”
Hiroki licked his lips, trying to calm himself down to talk. “We've been together 10 years... wouldn't it be nice to do it without?”
Nowaki glanced at the condom and then at Hiroki. This was an immense display of trust, if not stupidity. Condoms had become second nature with gay sex for him... and the idea of doing it without was a little scary. Sure, he didn't have any weird disease or anything that could harm Hiroki... and he was pretty sure if Hiroki had anything he'd tell him... but why was he so hesitant?
Hiroki noticed the spaced out look and looked away. “You don't have to... I mean, it was only suggestion. I've never done it either, you know?”
Nowaki felt his heart skip a beat at that. The thought of actually having one of Hiroki's firsts caused him to instantly throw the condom off the bed and grab the lubrication bottle.
Hiroki was ready to feel the coolness of more lubrication being slicked down his bottom... he was not ready to feel a lubricated prick at his opening... and it felt raw. Hiroki felt his heart flutter and he braced himself as Nowaki slowly pushed his way in. Hiroki moaned, hearing Nowaki's own small moans and grunts in his ear.
Nowaki paused once he was fully within Hiroki. The feeling of Hiroki's walls around him without a condom... it was extraordinary. He began to pull back and all he saw was sparks and colors. Hiroki groaned as Nowaki leaned over him, gasping for a moment before murmuring.
“You're amazing, Hiro-san... I'm in all the way.”
Hiroki snorted and rolled his eyes. “You've gotten in all the way many times before... ah! Now move, please!”
Nowaki chuckled, the first time Hiroki had been telling him not to move... oh, how things had changed. Nowaki began to thrust gently, feeling Hiroki's hips come up to meet his. He grabbed Hiroki's hip with one hand then the other snaked around the man and grabbed his arousal, stroking him lovingly at first then up to speed with the thrusts.
Nowaki grunted, pulling out lightly. Hiroki blinked, slipping out a slurred 'huh?' before Nowaki flipped him over, grabbing his legs and putting them around his middle. Hiroki instantly locked his ankles, use to the position. Nowaki leaned down, stuffing a couple of pillows beneath Hiroki's hips. “I want to see you.”
Hiroki averted his eyes and clenched them as Nowaki re-entered, pressing in him deeply. Their rhythm started back up only harder and deeper.... and louder. The bed creaked and the sound of wet skin meeting equally wet skin ricocheted off the walls. Hiroki's moans were soon devoured by Nowaki's mouth as they kissed. Hiroki felt Nowaki's fingers brush against his head and back down to his shaft before he came. He moaned and shook gently as he finished. Nowaki shuddered, slamming his hips into Hiroki one more time before spilling himself as well.
The two lay there panting, regaining their strength and breath. Nowaki was the first to speak. “Happy Anniversary, Hiro-san.”
Hiroki rolled his eyes, the embarrassed flush returning to his face. “You really are an idiot, you know?”
Nowaki laughed, kissing the back of Hiroki's neck gently. Hiroki sighed. Perhaps it wasn't so bad... being in love with an idiot for 10 years.
(THE END)
A/N: OKAY! Yes, I know not everything happened in the order I have it happen for their “10th year anniversary. I just went with what seemed to fit. So please no comments on how 'they didn't do this before this' kind of thing.
But other than that, yeah... I know... this was a bad one. OTL OTL but I had such a hard time with the prompt ;w; FORGIVE ME!