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“Pardon the intrusion... Nozue?” Togawa put his spare key back in his pocket, shutting and locking Nozue’s door behind him. He had messaged he was coming, but hadn’t gotten a response. He knew the man was home from the lights being on, “Where are you?”
There was a clatter from the direction of the bathroom, comically increasing in volume until it abruptly stopped. After a moment, his boyfriend emerged, hair mussed, dressed in half buttoned pajamas, and eyes wide in panic, “Togawa!”
“Is this a bad time?” he asked cautiously, taking off his shoes while maintaining eye contact. Nozue shook his head, “No, no, I’m always happy to see you. I was just surprised.”
Togawa took his jacket off, walking across the room to drape it on Nozue’s clothes rack, “I mailed you.”
Nozue blinked, patting his thighs down, before trailing his gaze to the coffee table where his phone sat, “I’m sorry, my phone wasn’t on me.”
“It’s not a problem,” moving to Nozue, Togawa gathered him in a warm hug, which was gladly reciprocated. He kissed Nozue’s cheek, and a floral, sweet fragrance hit his nose. It was different from his more usual masculine cologne with accents of leather and vanilla. He pulled away, conspicuously sniffing his hair, “Did you wear a new scent today?”
“Ah, you noticed that?” Nozue replied nervously, fidgeting in Togawa’s arms, “Yes. I did. Is it bad?”
“Of course it isn’t,” he sniffed again, “I like it.”
“You do...?”
“Was I not supposed to?” Togawa raised an eyebrow, “You have good taste, and I always like how you smell.”
“Togawa,” Nozue smiled shyly, nuzzling his face into the crook of Togawa’s shoulder. The gesture was so adorable he couldn’t help but squeeze the man tight against him. He wasn’t lying, the flowery smell was quite pleasant, especially mixed with Nozue’s natural scent.
“Is there a reason you wanted to try something new?” he asked, stroking the back of Nozue’s head. His boyfriend tensed and released, sighing.
“It’s a woman’s perfume.”
“Oh. Yes, I could tell that. What's the issue?”
Nozue froze, scoffing in disbelief. His expression melted into a soft smile, kissing Togawa slow and sweet, “You always make my worries melt away without even thinking about it.”
“And those worries are?" Togawa prompted gently. Nozue took his hand and led Togawa to the bathroom, where there were an assortment of items, mostly cosmetics and perfumes, resting on the sink. He pulled the medicine cabinet open to reveal even more.
“I was curious about how... certain things felt. On me. I thought I was alone tonight...”
“...so you could try them out,” he completed. He picked up the closest thing to him, a bottle of light pink tinted lip gloss. The label read Strawberry Daydream, “I'm sorry for interrupting, then.”
“It's fine,” Nozue said, reaching to take the bottle, but Togawa held his arm away so he couldn't, “It was silly anyway.”
Well, that was unacceptable.
Frowning, Togawa brushed Nozue's cheek with his knuckles before popping the cap on the lipgloss, examining the applicator with some fascination. It had a light faux strawberry fragrance, “Do you want me to put it on for you?”
Nozue's jaw fell open, “What?”
Out of curiosity, Togawa applied a stripe or lipgloss to the back of his hand. It made him feel wet, and as promised, had a light pink hue that stood out against his skin, “Do you want me to help you? Put all these things on.”
“You- You would?”
Togawa approached him, cupping his jaw tenderly, “I offered, didn't I? You want to look pretty, you deserve to look pretty.”
The word mesmerized Nozue, a distant, longing look settling behind his eyes. He trembled slightly under Togawa's palm, reaching up to grip his wrist, “Pretty? Me?”
“Mhm,” taking that as permission, Togawa, still holding Nozue's jaw in place, delicately began applying the product to Nozue's lips. He was inexperienced, so he went slow and steady, watching carefully as the foam applicator dragged against the pink skin. He covered the fullness of Nozue's lips thoroughly, and popped it back into the tube, using his thumb to spread it anywhere he missed.
The gloss was exactly as advertised, making Nozue's lips shiny and even pinker than usual.
Very, very kissable.
So he did just that.
It was a languid kiss, working their lips together so he could feel the plush softness of Nozue's mouth against his. There was a slight strawberry flavor alongside the shine and color.
“Woah,” he whispered, pulled apart just enough to talk, “It's nice.”
Nozue's hands reached around Togawa's back, bunching the fabric of his shirt desperately, “More.”
Togawa's breath caught, and he nuzzled their cheeks together, muttering, “More what?”
“Put more on. Me. And then, and then,” he floundered, but Togawa heard the request loud and clear.
He used his long arms to rummage through Nozue's collection without breaking the embrace, determining that blush was probably something he could handle. In the back of his mind he was aware there were more steps intended to go first, like foundation and whatever else, but he didn't want to ruin the moment by searching how to apply a full face of makeup.
Flipping the pallet open with his thumb, there was a flat, circular sponge included, so he rubbed it into the powder until it gathered a good coating, and proceeded to dab it onto Nozue's cheeks with hesitant pants. A light dusting of pigment gathered on his cheeks, not as much as was likely meant to, but enough to be noticeable on his already rosy visage. The touch of the soft applicator must have been pleasant, because Nozue closed his eyes and leaned into it. This, of course, seemed like a perfect invitation for another kiss, which Togawa gladly accepted. It was deeper this time, with more tongue and delicious, delicious moaning for Nozue.
Whatever Togawa was doing, he was enjoying.
Closing the blush container, he scanned the remaining pile, and found little else he was confident in applying, until he spotted a pink hair clip, adorned with a thin fabric rose. As he picked it up, he pushed the metal prongs apart so he could slide it into Nozue’s hair, tucking away some of his bangs in the process. Pressing it into place, he admired his work; the dusty pink of the rose suited Nozue’s auburn hair, and the asymmetry it created was exceptionally cute.
“So beautiful,” Togawa murmured, not even to flatter. They were just the words his heart felt.
“Togawa,” Nozue said breathlessly, poking the clasp and yanking his hand away like it burned him. Pupils dilating, he shifted his weight forward, falling into a waiting Togawa. After a second of shuddering, he stated, in a shy yet confident tone, “I want to have sex. Now.”
That, Togawa could do.
He captured Nozue’s mouth in another kiss, crowding him against the sink as their tongues entwined and danced. He gripped the porcelain basin as Nozue looped his arms around his neck, pulling him tighter, closer, like he wanted them to meld into one smooching, slobbering mass.
“Take me,” Nozue managed to demand between kisses, “To bed.”
“Whatever you want,” he slid his hands under Nozue's ass, who understood the action and hopped up onto the hold, wrapping his legs around Togawa’s hips. The only reason he didn't resume their making out was so that he could successfully lumber over to Nozue's bed, but that didn't stop Nozue from suckling under his jaw- making it difficult to navigate the short distance to the bed. He made a good attempt to lay Nozue down gracefully, but he was forcefully yanked on top of him to resume their ravenous kissing. Nozue desperately swiped at Togawa’s belt, wordlessly requesting it to be removed. Sitting up into a straddling position, he undid the clasp and slid it through the loops in one swift motion, followed by undoing his pants button for ease of access later.
“Togawa!” Nozue whined, writhing beneath him aimlessly.
“Slow down,” Togawa cautioned, leaning back down to mouth at Nozue’s neck placatingly, “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I know. I just- there’s a lot going on in my head right now. The best way to make that go away,” he snaked his hands under Togawa’s shirt to claw at his back, scraping the skin wonderfully with his blunt, well maintained nails, “Is for you to fuck it out of me.”
You might think Togawa was used to Nozue entreating him for sex, by now. This was an everyday, almost mundane occurrence (not that it was anything other than amazing all the same). However, those words, spoken right into his ear in the voice he loved most, always drove him to absolute madness.
“Whatever you want,” he repeated the phrase from earlier, popping Nozue’s pajama top buttons with suddenly clumsy hands. With some effort he got it completely undone, pulling his arms out one at a time. Normally his boyfriend liked to fold their clothes while they disrobed from sex, but the hungry, distant look in his eyes implied he had no such patience today, so Togawa discarded it in the same pile as his belt. He’d keep them all together, at the very least. The soft, inviting expanse of skin now available to him was too delectable to resist, so he laid his palms flat on Nozue’s stomach, trailing up to underneath his pecs, massaging his ribs.
“Togawa, your shirt, take it off,” Nozue begged, tugging so hard at the fabric Togawa could swear he heard a stitch tear. He only worked off the buttons that were absolutely necessary for him to shimmy out of the garment so he was shirtless as well. When he laid on top of Nozue to kiss him some more, their warm skin pressed against each other was a sensation he could never get enough of. Their thumping heartbeats marched in tune as he licked off the last of the strawberry lipgloss from Nozue’s lips, leaving behind a shine from spit rather than cosmetics.
The taste sparked an idea in his mind.
Tucking the bangs not held by the hair clip behind Nozue’s other ear, he said, in as dulcet a tone as he could muster, “I’ve got a beautiful wife.”
Time froze.
Did he ruin it? He ruined it. It was too far.
“I’m sorry-” his apology devolved into a yelp, which was then swallowed by Nozue in the filthiest, most adoring kiss they’d ever shared. He seemed to want to snatch Togawa’s very breath from him. When they parted, there was no color left in Nozue’s eyes, irises replaced by endless ebony pupils.
Oh. He did not ruin it.
“Call me that again,” Nozue demanded, and Togawa could feel the arousal it induced rubbing on his leg.
“My beautiful, adorable wife,” that was not a word he ever expected to say, or at the very least enjoy saying. But, like with many things, it was different regarding Nozue. Any term that defined a relationship between them, that signified their connection, was fine by him. And if it got reactions like this, all the better, “So pretty.”
“Togawa,” needy keens escaped those kissable lips, hips thrusting aimlessly, silken pajamas brushing against Togawa’s work slacks, “I- I-”
“You don’t have to say anything you don’t want to,” Togawa assured, gently extricating Nozue from his (her? for tonight, he was going with her) pants, revealing tented briefs for his viewing pleasure. As nice a sight as her cock silhouetted by fabric, he had other plans, so off they went.
Oh.
Oh.
“Did you,” he swallowed thickly, caressing Nozue’s soft thighs, pausing right above her ass to hold her hips a few centimeters off the mattress. Her cheeks leading down to her hole, were noticeably wet, “Were you- By yourself- the whole time we were-”
Nozue threw her arms over her face to hide everything but her mouth, mumbling a quiet, “I was hoping this would happen.”
Togawa was the luckiest man ever born. Maybe ever to be born in the future.
“If this position starts to hurt, let me know.”
“What position- Togawa!” with one good heave, he folded Nozue’s legs against her, bending her knees so he could access her asshole with his mouth. Her embarrassed hands covered her face, though she peeked her eyes out in lustful terror, “You’re going to...”
Teasingly, Togawa licked up and down the length of Nozue’s cock, holding her in place as she squirmed, “This really shouldn’t be a surprise, all things considered.”
His joke seemed to put Nozue at ease, who still hid herself but relaxed her body a little. As no more words came, Togawa dedicated his tongue to other pursuits, namely licking under and around Nozue’s balls, more for his own satisfaction than anything else. He worked his way lower, exploratorily circling the rim of muscle until he was satisfied with the moaning he was hearing. He was taking it slow; this was far, far from new for Togawa, but he knew it had to be overwhelming for Nozue, who could count all her past blowjobs on her hands (prior to Togawa making it his mission to do it as often as possible), let alone ever being eaten out.
Cautious yet firm, he breached Nozue’s entrance with his tongue. There was the lightest taste of the lubricant she had been using, and the smell of the soap she used to wash it off wafted into his nose, mixed with the intoxicating scent of her anticipatory sweat. He’d wanted to try this for awhile, and having her so pliable and wanting made it all the sweeter now that he was.
“Togawa!” Nozue cried, attempting to thrash about. Gripping her thighs even tighter, he wriggled his tongue in deeper, keeping his movements active and targeted. He stretched it as far as it would go, aiming to get as close to her prostate as he could. His tongue was a bit shorter than his fingers, but he could manipulate it in more complex ways, brushing and teasing the spot when he found it. Nozue’s legs tried to clamp around in his head in time with her moans, but he held firm, holding them apart so he could focus on his task, which was extending and retracting his tongue in a steady plunging motion.
Sliding his tongue out, he gently laid her hips to rest back on the bed, hovering over her so one hand was ghosting over her cock while he could whisper in her ear, “You enjoyed that?”
She roped her arms around his neck, looking up at Togawa with enticingly tearful eyes, “I like anything you do to me.”
That made him huff out a laugh, enjoying the shiver the warm air made her do, “That’s a dangerous thing to say.”
“You’d never hurt me,” Nozue stated, a stark declaration of trust in this vulnerable position. She craned her neck up to kiss him, uncaring of where his mouth had been, “I know that.”
The hair clip had gotten loose from all their movements, so with a shaking hand, he reached up to adjust it, sitting the faux rose just above her ear. The poorly applied blush had shaken all over the place, dusting the pillow case thoroughly.
She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on. He was going to make her feel so, so good.
Regretfully, he had to remove himself from her embrace to grab the condoms and lube, stashed so helpfully near the bed in a small box. While he was standing, he took the time to take off his own pants and underwear, returning fully nude. He sat down at the edge of the bed to put it on, but Nozue pawed at his arm, softly saying, “I want to watch.”
How Nozue knew how to rile him up so quickly and easily he’d never quite comprehend.
Climbing onto the bed, he sat back on his haunches, tearing the condom package and rolling it along his shaft. He poured a generous amount of lube on his hand and slicked the same area. He wasn’t usually so shy, at least when they’d gotten to this stage of the sexual encounter, but being watched by a practically drooling Nozue made him want to shrink into himself; but that feeling, in of itself, was arousing. Shame and pride twirling into an overpowering lust he could only think of one way to sate.
Togawa used a gentle touch to roll her onto her stomach (he was sad to lose that view, but this was the best way to give it to her how she wanted), massaging her back, scooching downwards until he had the meat of her ass in his hands. Hunching forward so he could kiss the back of her neck, he spread her open, pressing the head of his cock slow and steady, mindful of her whining, ensuring it was all from pleasure and none from pain. Once he had a good amount of the length inside and he was confident he wouldn’t slip out, he fell forward, boxing Nozue’s head in with his elbows.
“Ready?” he asked, breathless. His every muscle ached to move, but he wouldn’t so much as twitch without the go ahead, “Because I am. I’m ready to give you exactly what you wanted.”
“Please,” Nozue begged, reaching underneath the pillow to clutch it tightly, pushing her hips back against his wantonly. When they first started dating, Nozue was so shy about her wants, asking for things only in hushed whispers and with shameful glances. Now, whether she was fucking into Togawa until he melted, or was asking to be railed until the mattress broke, she was so free with her desires. He did that, he broke open her shell, made her feel safe enough to demand things like she deserved it all.
And she did.
He pushed himself in, a comfortable slide until he met the resistance of her ass against his hips. Holding that position for a moment, he gyrated in a slow circle, grinding deep and intentional, how he knew she liked it best. Nozue cried out, and Togawa uttered soft praises into her ear, “You’re doing great. My beautiful wife. So good, so pretty.”
“You can- go harder- please go harder-” the words came out in a barely intelligible babble. Togawa understood the sentiment, nuzzled the sides of their heads together, “Not yet. Not yet.”
“Why?” Nozue bemoaned adorably. He smiled, giving her just one sharp, teasing thrust, forcing a gasp from her throat.
“You’ll enjoy it more that way,” he punctuated his statement with another gyration, earning him a groan in response. He repeated this pattern for a few minutes, languid grinding occasionally accented by a pump or two to break up the rhythm. In time, he had Nozue as a puddle beneath him, receptive to every movement, rewarding him with mewls and whimpers.
So now, he was going to give her harder like she had asked.
His shallow pumping morphed into powerful thrusts without warning, pulling back to the tip and slamming to the base in single, fluid movements. The mattress creaked below them, nearly drowning out Nozue’s delightful moans. The warmth, the wet heat, it was a struggle for Togawa to stay focused on the task at hand, unraveling Nozue until all her component parts were laid bare to him. Nothing had ever felt so good, so right, so all encompassing; he wanted to freeze time in this moment, just live in a world where they’re always connected in this most intimate of ways.
He opened his eyes to look at her, hair clip bouncing with each thrust, threatening to fall, as she was too blissed out to even notice. The fake flower paled in comparison to the beauty of its wearer, but an enchanting rose was still an apt comparison. Nozue’s smell, Nozue’s soft skin, even Nozue’s thorns, were all things Togawa would gladly preserve, gaze at longingly for the rest of his days.
“Close? Hm?” he asked, projecting confidence he didn’t feel. He, too, was on the brink, but wanted to make sure Nozue came first, “Tell me.”
“Yes, Togawa, yes,” the affirmation was said on a whine, “I love you. Oh, I love you. Love, ah, you.”
“I love you too,” he meant it, so much, too much, “Come on. Come. I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”
To aid the process, Toogawa snuck one between the mattress and Nozue, stroking her cock feverishly, working her through the orgasm, drinking in the moans through a sloppy kiss. Just the feeling of Nozue’s cock thrumming in his hand was enough for him and he followed suit, burying himself to the hilt and shuddering through his climax.
The few seconds after cumming were always some of the best.
Nozue went limp beneath him, her wonderful body slumped into the bedding, satisfied and spent. She had moles on her back that he always liked to examine after they had sex, following their pattern up to her neck, which he guided into a luxurious, contented kiss, exchanging panting breaths.
“Is that what you wanted?” he asked in a low tone, pulling out with a shiver and tying the condom off, tossing it into the small wastebin. He flopped next to Nozue, smiling at her giggle as the mattress bounced under his weight. Pondering, Togawa undid the hairclip so they didn’t have to worry about it during their inevitable shower.
“I think it was,” Nozue replied, burying her chin into the pillow, “My head is a lot clearer.”
Togawa rubbed minute circles into the small of her back, raising his eyebrows, “Do you... know how you feel about it, now? What it is?”
Nozue hummed thoughtfully, taking the hairclip from Togawa and playing with the petals, “Not really, no. I liked it, and I think I’d like to try it again without the sex, but I don’t have any kind of name for it.”
Kissing her nose, Togawa said, “You don’t ever have to, if you don’t want to.”
“I do want to, at least, I think so. Maybe I will change my mind,” Nozue tossed the clip onto their discarded clothes pile, “I did wonder if you were... okay with it.”
“How so?”
“Saying,” Nozue bit her (was it he again?) lip, fiddling with his thumbs. His tone got low and embarrassed, “‘Wife’, and things like that. Because you’re, well.”
Togawa chuckled, “Gay?”
“Mhm.”
“They’re just words,” Togawa asserted, rotating to lie on his back and look at the ceiling, “You’re you. What I call you doesn’t matter to me. What you are doesn’t matter to me, either. I love you. I don’t know every person, maybe someone else might feel different, but there’s no circumstance where I stop loving you, in my mind.”
“Togawa,” Nozue’s voice was affected, thick with emotion, “I’m ridiculously lucky.”
“That’s my line," he said good naturedly, elbowing his partner, “Anyway, we should spend our day off tomorrow looking up how to do makeup. I did such a bad job, and don’t try to tell me otherwise.”
The way Nozue’s face lit up with laughter was priceless. As Nozue hopped out of bed, butt naked, to grab his phone to do just that while pleased as could be, Togawa reaffirmed to himself what he said to Nozue; there was no reality where he stopped loving this person for even a second. Without any doubts at all.•