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[Nov 2] [Junjou Romantica] And the cat came back
Title: And the cat came back.
Day/Theme: Nov 2 / I won't forget your kind smile or your eyes hidden with sorrow
Series: Junjou Romantica
Character/Pairing: Egoist
Rating: NC-17
Notes: I was inspired by a doujinshi. This isn't fluffy(take that as a big warning). I am not posting this to the JR community either, so if you find this and like it... thanks.
June 5th, 16:45
It was right on the dot when the door opened. Nowaki had been resting, his day off had been nice... it would have been even better if Hiroki had been there as well, but he couldn't do anything about that. Hiroki cursed as he pulled off the wet coat, hanging it on the coat rack and slipping off his shoes. He tiredly glanced up at Nowaki, who smiled down at him.
His brow ticked and he frowned. “What?”
Nowaki shook his head. “Nothing. I was just waiting for you to come home. What took you so long?”
Hiroki shrugged. “The professor thought it would be fun to reorganize paperwork that had already been organized perfectly. I should have let him to do it himself!”
Nowaki chuckled disapprovingly. “Hiro-san...”
Hiroki sighed. Should have known Nowaki would tut at him. He took off his tie. “I'm going to go take a bath.”
“Should we bathe together?”
Hiroki glared at him and Nowaki merely laughed. Of course Hiroki wouldn't want to bathe together, even if he knew it was more fun.
–
After his bath, he made his way to the living room. Nowaki was sitting on the sofa reading when he entered. His eyes scanned the book quickly, noting that it was one of his books from his collection. But that didn't matter, what mattered was how Nowaki stopped reading to focus on him... something Hiroki had a hard time doing. He flushed as their eyes locked.
Nowaki smiled. “Is Hiro-san thinking about me right now?”
Hiroki huffed, a light flush spreading across his cheeks. “Idiot. What kind of question is that?”
“You just looked like you were thinking.”
“I'm always thinking!”
Nowaki chuckled. He wanted to argue against that. But knew better... time was precious. He placed the book down and stood up, right in front of Hiroki and kissed him. Hiroki sputtered, ready to bite at his lover and how he was acting, but then Nowaki took it a step further. The kiss broadened and Hiroki softened. Nowaki wrapped his arms around his lover and brought him down on the couch. Hiroki panted as Nowaki unzipped his pants, grasping at his lover's arousal.
“So Hiro-san was thinking of me.”
“Shut up! Just... nn!”
Nowaki gave a soft laugh before slowly making his way down to the pulsing arousal, taking it in his mouth. Hiroki cried out, his fingers threading through Nowaki's dark locks and his hips bucking lightly. Nowaki gave one final lick before lifting his head up. “I want you.”
Hiroki's flush grew again and his eyes narrowed. It was obvious he was about to bark, but Nowaki didn't give him the time. He quickly began taking off Hiroki's pants and freed himself as well. He reached over to the small coffee table drawer, opening it up to find a small bottle of lubrication. He paused. “Can I... without a condom?”
Hiroki paused, glancing in the general direction of the drawer... no condom lay in there. He huffed. “Do what you want.”
Nowaki smiled and poured the lubrication in his hands, slicking up his fingers before bringing them Hiroki's opening. The shorter man hissed, lifting a leg gently as Nowaki prodded at him... the gentle pressure of those fingers sinking into him made him shudder. He moaned as Nowaki finally had three fingers in and began moving them.
Hiroki licked his lips as Nowaki continued to stretch him with his fingers... impatience beginning to come to a head when Nowaki pulled his fingers out and replaced them with something bigger. Hiroki moaned as Nowaki pushed inside. They paused like that and Nowaki glanced down at Hiroki... their eyes meeting. Those blue eyes softened, almost looked sad... as Nowaki whispered lovingly. “I love you, Hiro-san.”
Hiroki moaned and gave himself in.
–
Nowaki awoke the next morning to the sound of his phone beeping and buzzing. He grabbed it groggily and flipped it open. It was from Usami Akihiko. It was the same as last year's text... and the year before that.
I'm sorry for your loss, and mine
He clutched the phone harshly, glancing at the empty sofa and sighed. The memory of Hiroki beside him still haunted him, just like those sad eyes when he first met the other man... and sometime he wondered if Hiroki had ever truly left him.
He could only hope that this feeling could remain with him forever.
(THE END)
A/N: Yep, I wrote something odd and sad. I blame this one 8059 doujinshi I downloaded and gasped when the same scenario happened >>;;
if you get upset by reading this.. well, I did warn you it wasn't fluffy. Blame NaNo.
Day/Theme: Nov 2 / I won't forget your kind smile or your eyes hidden with sorrow
Series: Junjou Romantica
Character/Pairing: Egoist
Rating: NC-17
Notes: I was inspired by a doujinshi. This isn't fluffy(take that as a big warning). I am not posting this to the JR community either, so if you find this and like it... thanks.
June 5th, 16:45
It was right on the dot when the door opened. Nowaki had been resting, his day off had been nice... it would have been even better if Hiroki had been there as well, but he couldn't do anything about that. Hiroki cursed as he pulled off the wet coat, hanging it on the coat rack and slipping off his shoes. He tiredly glanced up at Nowaki, who smiled down at him.
His brow ticked and he frowned. “What?”
Nowaki shook his head. “Nothing. I was just waiting for you to come home. What took you so long?”
Hiroki shrugged. “The professor thought it would be fun to reorganize paperwork that had already been organized perfectly. I should have let him to do it himself!”
Nowaki chuckled disapprovingly. “Hiro-san...”
Hiroki sighed. Should have known Nowaki would tut at him. He took off his tie. “I'm going to go take a bath.”
“Should we bathe together?”
Hiroki glared at him and Nowaki merely laughed. Of course Hiroki wouldn't want to bathe together, even if he knew it was more fun.
–
After his bath, he made his way to the living room. Nowaki was sitting on the sofa reading when he entered. His eyes scanned the book quickly, noting that it was one of his books from his collection. But that didn't matter, what mattered was how Nowaki stopped reading to focus on him... something Hiroki had a hard time doing. He flushed as their eyes locked.
Nowaki smiled. “Is Hiro-san thinking about me right now?”
Hiroki huffed, a light flush spreading across his cheeks. “Idiot. What kind of question is that?”
“You just looked like you were thinking.”
“I'm always thinking!”
Nowaki chuckled. He wanted to argue against that. But knew better... time was precious. He placed the book down and stood up, right in front of Hiroki and kissed him. Hiroki sputtered, ready to bite at his lover and how he was acting, but then Nowaki took it a step further. The kiss broadened and Hiroki softened. Nowaki wrapped his arms around his lover and brought him down on the couch. Hiroki panted as Nowaki unzipped his pants, grasping at his lover's arousal.
“So Hiro-san was thinking of me.”
“Shut up! Just... nn!”
Nowaki gave a soft laugh before slowly making his way down to the pulsing arousal, taking it in his mouth. Hiroki cried out, his fingers threading through Nowaki's dark locks and his hips bucking lightly. Nowaki gave one final lick before lifting his head up. “I want you.”
Hiroki's flush grew again and his eyes narrowed. It was obvious he was about to bark, but Nowaki didn't give him the time. He quickly began taking off Hiroki's pants and freed himself as well. He reached over to the small coffee table drawer, opening it up to find a small bottle of lubrication. He paused. “Can I... without a condom?”
Hiroki paused, glancing in the general direction of the drawer... no condom lay in there. He huffed. “Do what you want.”
Nowaki smiled and poured the lubrication in his hands, slicking up his fingers before bringing them Hiroki's opening. The shorter man hissed, lifting a leg gently as Nowaki prodded at him... the gentle pressure of those fingers sinking into him made him shudder. He moaned as Nowaki finally had three fingers in and began moving them.
Hiroki licked his lips as Nowaki continued to stretch him with his fingers... impatience beginning to come to a head when Nowaki pulled his fingers out and replaced them with something bigger. Hiroki moaned as Nowaki pushed inside. They paused like that and Nowaki glanced down at Hiroki... their eyes meeting. Those blue eyes softened, almost looked sad... as Nowaki whispered lovingly. “I love you, Hiro-san.”
Hiroki moaned and gave himself in.
–
Nowaki awoke the next morning to the sound of his phone beeping and buzzing. He grabbed it groggily and flipped it open. It was from Usami Akihiko. It was the same as last year's text... and the year before that.
I'm sorry for your loss, and mine
He clutched the phone harshly, glancing at the empty sofa and sighed. The memory of Hiroki beside him still haunted him, just like those sad eyes when he first met the other man... and sometime he wondered if Hiroki had ever truly left him.
He could only hope that this feeling could remain with him forever.
(THE END)
A/N: Yep, I wrote something odd and sad. I blame this one 8059 doujinshi I downloaded and gasped when the same scenario happened >>;;
if you get upset by reading this.. well, I did warn you it wasn't fluffy. Blame NaNo.