Hideaki shuffled the papers on the table for the eleventh time in a row. His brain was getting nowhere.
‘How can it? My life was so quiet before. Now, well, he had sacrificed peace and quiet for love.’
‘A sacrifice that has so many benefits to it that I can’t even be mad.’
Michio was humming in the kitchen. His tone and key were completely off, making the tune almost unrecognizable as a song, let alone a human.
Hideaki sucked back a smirk, but it crept out from where it was hiding.
“Why are you smirking?” Michio asked.
He shuffled his feet back and forth to the tune in his head while wiggling his hips just a little. He was cutting tomatoes and popped one into his mouth.
“Do you want omurice with Tonkatsu sauce or without?” He asked.
Hideaki blinked at Michio.
“What?” Michio asked, stopping his humming and prancing.
“You’re not really going to make it with Tonkatsu are you?”
Michio grinned and turned his phone around. “I am..” He sang, clearly very pleased.
He started humming again. “Oh, look what I bought at the store today to complete our civilized life.”
Hideaki chuckled. “Oh, and what do we need to complete our civilized life?” He asked, curious.
It looked like a pink shirt with a little めんぼう on it. It was folded messily. Michio flicked it open, and Hideaki watched as he put the cute patterned apron on. Its edges are lined in ruffles.
“Anti-aging task for today is complete,” Michio said, grinning.
“What do you think? Do you like it? I like it a lot. I tried to just walk past the shop window and not buy it. But my willpower was not strong enough. I think I understand how girls always need money. If they made my suits this cute. I wouldn’t be able to leave the store with just one.”
“Michio, you are testing my patience with that apron. Can you not wear it so often?” Hideaki asked while rubbing his brow. It’s impossible to think straight when you are temptation parading around before me. My new boss will not wait for this briefing.”
“Why? Isn’t it cute? You don’t want me wearing something so adorable?” Michio asked.
Hideaki stood up, grabbed Michio by the wrist, and pulled him into his body.
“Yes.” He responded.
“Yes, what?” Michio asked. His tongue flicked out and licked his thin lips nervously.
“Yes, to both. It’s cute, You’re cute. And yes, I don’t want you wearing an apron. I don’t want you wearing anything at all.” Hideaki said.
He pulled Michio’s wrist up to his face and planted a slow and steady kiss on the inside of Michio’s wrist.
“Hideaki,” Michio whispered.
Hideaki sucked in a deep breath to steady his rapidly increasing heart rate. He was still getting used to this man, his subordinate, his friend, his l…lover, and the way he said his name now.
He didn’t even think Michio was aware his voice shifted when they got home. The way it would soften, and he would speak barely loud enough to hear. Breathy and light. As if he were holding his breath around Hideaki.
It gave him shivers.
Delectable shivers he could barely withstand.
Hideaki pulled him in even closer, and Michio lost his ability to control the narrative.
Hideaki’s lips pressed higher on Michio’s arm, a trail of kisses that he slowed and held. Each one becomes longer than the last. Until he was kissing the very nape of Michio’s neck.
Michio’s collarbone wiggled as Michio took in shallow breaths.
‘Are you as affected as I am?’ Hideaki wondered.
He didn’t have to wonder for long. His knee brushed something as Michio struggled to remain balanced as he perched rather awkwardly over top of Hideaki.
One leg spread out straight and on one knee in between Hideaki’s legs. His free arm which Hideaki wasn’t in control of was on the ground holding his body up so that he wouldn’t collapse on top of Hideaki.
But his arm was shaking ever so slightly, and Hideaki was just waiting for the moment when he ran out of strength.
‘I know how to quicken things up.’ Hideaki grinned at his naughty thoughts.
“Hey, Michio, do you remember the last time you were over at my house? Do you remember how I said I jerk off to the person I like? Did you ever figure out who that person was? Who could I have been talking about that day?”
Michio’s arm slipped, and he collapsed into Hideaki’s arms. Hideaki grinned.
Michio looked up at Hideaki, and Hideaki couldn’t help but fawn at how beautiful his boyfriend was. Michio’s hair was normally, meticulously combed into place and sprayed with a setting spray. He liked it to be perfect. But that hair he cared so much about was coming unraveled. Bits and pieces hanging down into his eyes.
Hideaki’s fingers itched to run through that hair and make it worse.
“I figured it out,” Michio said, shyly. Stuttering over the promiscuous words.
Hideaki grinned and licked his lips, quickly wetting them.
He took that wrist he was still in control of and slowly lowered Michio’s hand down onto his pants.
“The omurice,” Michio said weakly.
But Hideaki wasn’t buying his excuse, he heard the way Michio’s breath hitched, and it threw the pitch in his tone out of the loop.
“A young and healthy man like myself needs to be fed in more ways than one. Are you really going to keep your こうはい waiting like this?” Hideaki whined.
Michio smirked. “I very much doubt you are the こうはい in this.”
Hideaki laughed, a bubble of a sound that seemed to come out as more of a growl of desire. Then an actual laugh.
The strain on his system was going into overload.
‘I might burst at this rate.’
“You may be right.” He said.
“Well, in that case. せんぱい I leave myself in your hands.” Michio said shyly.
Hideaki let out a strangled sorta breath. But it was cut off midway by the feeling of Michio’s lips pressing into his own.
He let go of Michio’s wrist and let it fall. His hands immediately became engaged in other far more important things.
And as he leaned back on the floor with Michio on top of him. The sounds that emerged from Michio were enough to make his brain melt, and his body lost complete control of its concentration on the other tasks he needed to complete tonight. His brain focused on one thing and one thing only.
“Michio, Say it again,” Hideaki demanded in between the kisses and the alluring noises. The tasty, sucking, and biting sound of their lips coming together in the apartment’s silence.
“Say what?” Michio asked.
Hideaki stared at his pretty lips, enjoying the way they had become plump and red from his assault.
“Say my name again,” Hideaki demanded.
“I… I can’t.” Hideaki kissed Michio before he could continue to protest.
He flipped him over onto the floor and became busy with untying his man’s apron, all while silencing his little mews of protest.
‘You really look good enough to eat. One bite. Just one more bite.’ He thought.
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