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As the osmanthus blooms came down, the air's temperature dropped significantly. Gone were the days where Kiyoi could sleep in Hira's bed wearing only his t-shirt and shorts. Hira's old wooden house didn't provide much insulation during the colder months, much less was it any better in the harsh summer. It would probably be more comfortable for him to sleep at his apartment where he had an air conditioner that worked. But why would Kiyoi sleep at his own apartment when his boyfriend's house had a soundproof room for him to rehearse his lines in? Oh, and there was also Hira, who prepared every meal for him and waited until the wee hours when Kiyoi would come back from work to greet him like a loyal dog. Kiyoi would begrudgingly admit that having Hira there was a plus, even if he did gross things like take photos of him while sleeping.
There lay Kiyoi, wearing his usual blue hoodie (which he co-opted from Hira) and plaid pajama bottoms. Since that day they both got detention during the summer of their last year in high school, Kiyoi claimed the light blue hoodie as his own. It was slightly oversized on him, and it always smelled like Hira's favorite fabric softener. Due to Hira's undying worship of Kiyoi, the boy seldom put his hands on Kiyoi. He would go on and on about how he wasn't worthy of touching the adonis that was Kiyoi. So, the hoodie provided an approximation of being embraced by his boyfriend.
Bundled up under the duvet, Hira couldn't help but admire the man who was sleeping before him. It was actually 6 am, far too early for both Hira and Kiyoi to be awake. Hira had just come back home from his graveyard shift at the confectionary factory where he placed chestnuts on petit cakes for nearly 8 hours. The job was simple enough for Hira. He didn't need to talk to anyone for the majority of his shift, and he had grown fond of the little chestnuts. Those were the chestnuts that would provide for his reason for living, Kiyoi. He couldn't be a burden to the man if he wanted to keep Kiyoi in his life. If he had to place chestnuts on cakes for the rest of his life if it meant providing some financial stability for his king, then so be it. In comparison to his boyfriend (Hira cringed at the word, Kiyoi was more like his God than anything), he felt inferior. He was always looking up to the man, always on his knees for him literally and figuratively.
But in this moment, they were eye-to-eye. Hira counted every single eyelash of Kiyoi's--128 on his left eye and 132 on his right eye--and watched his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. The sleeping boy was lying on his right side facing Hira with his left hand loosely gripping Hira's left hand. His gaze never left Kiyoi, not even for a second as he admired him. He wanted so badly to get his camera and snap a shot of the perfect boy in front of him, but he didn't dare move a centimeter. There was no way he would tear his eyes away from Kiyoi in this moment. Everything about Kiyoi was perfect. Though they've only been official for a few months now, his devotion to Kiyoi never faltered. You would think that seeing a person nearly every single day would disillusion you, but that was not the case for Hira. Seeing the other man work tirelessly to keep his physique, his skin plump and clear, his hair slightly permed, and the hours spent practicing his lines, it made Hira fall deeper and deeper. All this to say, he would never grow tired of the king sleeping in front of him.
As sunlight started to peer through the surrounding windows in his bedroom, his eyes traced the bridge of his nose, down to the slight cupid's bow of Kiyoi's pretty pink lips. His beautiful face was merely centimeters away from Hira, so he could feel every puff of his warm breath. He's studied Kiyoi's features for years now, but he always found something new to be obsessed with. In this moment, it was Kiyoi's nose. It had a slight bump on the bridge, and it stood tall when he sneered at Hira while calling him disgusting. It was nothing short of perfection. And it was all his now. He wanted to kiss the ever so slight divot on the small tip of Kiyoi's nose, lick it, bite on it, but he wouldn't dare do such a thing while Kiyoi was asleep. He didn't want to anger his king at all costs. But, it seemed like that was something he often did without trying.
Kiyoi was patient with him when his dysphemia worsened in moments of anxiousness, and he never made Hira feel unheard. In fact, it was the most anyone has ever listened to him besides his own family members. Despite this, he knew that God would punish him one day for living in this bliss, for biting into the forbidden apple that was being with a man as mystical as Kiyoi. He wasn't supposed to even breathe the same air as someone on Kiyoi's level. He was merely a pebble that Kiyoi would kick to the side, not even acknowledging that he stepped on him. Hira thought that he was undeserving of such happiness. If there ever came a day when Kiyoi would toss him to the side for someone better, he would understand. Kiyoi would meet another man in the same industry that shone as bright as he did, a man that lit up the room with a warm golden glow that he did. A man who would provide for him in every way, like buying him fancy expensive gifts--something that Hira couldn't do. A man that didn't bring the mood down like Hira did. A man who would find all of Kiyoi's sensitive spots like behind his ear, in the crook of his neck, on the small of his back, like Hira did. A man that would kiss and bite those perfectly toned pectoral muscles-
Great. Hira just pissed himself off by thinking about this. It was just like when Hira had to watch as that attractive actor Iruma put his hands on his king right in front of him at the afterparty. He knew that he was undeserving of Kiyoi, but the thought of the actor being taken away from him made his chest twist and contort in pain. Nobody could ever worship Kiyoi properly like he did. Just by his own selfish imagination, Hira felt bitterness swirling in his chest. He had no idea what this feeling was, but he always felt it when he thought about the fact that one day Kiyoi won't be his anymore. There was no way he'd let that happen, at least not in this very moment.
If one day God would smite him for being selfish and living in eternal bliss, then to hell with it. All rationality left his mind as he felt the disgusting feeling of wanting to monopolize Kiyoi, the magnetism that pulled him closer and closer to him. He kept his gaze on Kiyoi as the other boy slept with no signs of waking up and slowly sat up. The duvet slipped down over Kiyoi's shoulder, causing the cold air to rush underneath.
"Hira, t's cold.." the sleeping boy grumbled, trying to pull the duvet back over his body and turning over so he lay on his back. Hira continued moving, ignoring his king's complaint. The photographer found himself in between Kiyoi's legs, ever so slowly pushing them up so they were bent at his sides. His pelvis rest flush against Kiyoi's bottom as he steadily leaned over his boyfriend, looking down at the gorgeous boy beneath him. In spite of the nipping cold surrounding them, Kiyoi's body heat was like none other. Well, if he's cold then I have to warm him up, Hira thought to himself.
Pulling the duvet over his own head, Hira simultaneously pushed Kiyoi's blue hoodie up to reveal his pale body. He was absolutely stunning, and Hira could hardly hold himself back anymore. Being under the covers now, his own heavy breathing created a chamber of warmth. He traced his fingers down his boyfriend's naked torso, never wanting to forget the feeling of Kiyoi's skin against his. With no signs of waking up, Hira fought against his self-restraining thoughts that maybe he shouldn't be doing this to his sleeping boyfriend, and pressed his tongue against one of the pale rosebuds that stuck out.
"Ngh," Kiyoi groaned in slight annoyance. His voice was muffled through the duvet from Hira's position, but honestly any complaints that Kiyoi might have won't get through to him anyways. He already had a taste of Kiyoi's skin, and there was no stopping him now. He continued to lap at Kiyoi's right nipple while toying with the left with his index finger. There was truly nothing like the taste of Kiyoi, it was like he was coated in an ambrosia of the gods that kept Hira wanting more. He was usually careful not to be too rough as to leave any marks on his skin because of Kiyoi's career, but he couldn't hold himself back. That same bitter feeling rose up from his stomach to his throat; it was the feeling of knowing that everyone can see Kiyoi on their TV screens and magazines, but they could never have him like Hira did. Hira ever so lightly nipped at his skin and sucked on his skin, going back and forth between the two light brown nubs until they were swollen. The friction against Kiyoi's skin must have woken him up as Hira felt cool air rush over his body from Kiyoi pulling the duvet from over his head.
"What the hell are you doing?" Kiyoi exhaled, his voice sounding more raspy from his morning grogginess. While his eyes were still half open, he still held that usual look of disgust but slight curiosity as he looked down at Hira sucking on his chest.
"S-sorry, Kiyoi," the boy said while still latched onto his boyfriend, the heat from his voice warming up the stickiness left on Kiyoi's chest. Hira pauses for a second to look up at his beautiful man's face, but all it did was make Kiyoi lose all annoyance he held at this moment. There was something so strange about Hira. Every time Kiyoi looked into his eyes, he could feel all of his muscles loosen up as he gets sucked into the warm abysses. The actor scorned after biting his lip into a pout, "Whatever. Just keep going."
And so he did. Like a soldier following his commander, Hira continued to lick and nip all over Kiyoi's torso. He slowly trailed down to his milky navel, his tongue gliding over the ripples of his boyfriend's abdominal muscles. With the blanket no longer over his head, he could hear every pant and whine that escaped Kiyoi's lips and it was like music to his ears. Hira finally reached down to Kiyoi's happy trail, where he slowly pulled down the boy's pajama pants to reveal his black Calvin Klein briefs. He wasn't quite prepared to see his boyfriend's cute member in fear that he might faint on the spot, but he was hungry enough to get a glimpse of Kiyoi's half hard on from Hira's touch.
"So cute..." Hira mutters to himself at he strokes the hairs peeking over the boy's briefs with his right thumb. Kiyoi flushes in embarrassment and cover's his face with a sleeve covered arm, replying, "God you're so creepy." Despite those harsh words, there was no malice woven in them. In fact, he could feel himself melting with Hira between his legs, feeling something hard and hot against his bottom. He hates how Hira always takes his sweet time worshipping his body because he was already a short-tempered person, and he hated how whiny he got when he wanted his boyfriend inside of him already.
Hira continues to play with Kiyoi's now full hard-on with his thumbs, making circles with his thumbs over the tip through his briefs. It's already starting to feel hot and leak through the fabric, but he still didn't feel ready enough to pull the briefs down. Kiyoi on the other hand could not take it any longer.
"Arggh, Hira! Hurry up." Kiyoi grumbles as he pulls his boyfriend in with his legs around his torso. "Woah!" Hira exclaims in shock as he falls over Kiyoi. He sits up a bit with his weight on his elbows, now completely face-to-face with his gorgeous king and no space between their bodies. The actor looks up at Hira with a pout forming on his plump lips, not making another verbal complaint. But, his needs are written all over his face. Ahh, it's no use, Hira thinks to himself, I can't take it any longer.
He loses all reason once more and hungrily kisses those plump lips he spent all morning admiring. Soft whimpers leave Kiyoi's mouth as their tongues tangle into each other, their teeth nearly clashing as Hira uses all his might to swallow his king whole. As Kiyoi's hands roam his boyfriend's back and holding him in place so that he goes nowhere, he can feel Hira's hard on grinding against his as the man above him rocks his hips back and forth. It seems that Hira didn't even realize he was doing so because no apologies came from him like they usually do. The friction from Kiyoi's briefs and Hira's pajamas pants are driving him crazy. He just wanted to feel his boyfriend's skin on his own.
Kiyoi briefly parts from Hira's mouth as he tsks his tongue and says, "Ugh, Hira!" The photographer snaps out of his haze, feeling that Kiyoi was going to scold him for being overzealous again. "S-sorry Kiyoi! I'll stop now."
"That's not what I meant, idiot! Take these stupid clothes off." Hira jolts slightly from his boyfriend's command, but quickly gets down to it. He clumsily pulls down his own boxers and pants halfway down his legs to reveal his dick standing tall which was already completely hard from making out with Kiyoi. He then takes a deep breath as he finally pulls down Kiyoi's briefs, his boyfriend at full mast as well.
"C-cute.." he mumbles grossly while Kiyoi covers his own reddening face with his hands. The cool air touching his precome covered cock should've made him feel cold, but all Kiyoi could feel was warmth from the blood rushing throughout his whole body. It wasn't like this was the first time they saw each other naked, nor was it the first time they were having sex. But, revealing his most vulnerable parts to someone as gross as Hira always made him feel so embarrassed. To be honest, he knows that he isn't embarrassed because of Hira. It's because of his own disgusting thoughts he had about his awkward boyfriend. Kiyoi wanted the man to unzip him with his eyes, look at and worship the deepest parts of him. Since the first day they met in their second year of high school, he thought this. He would never admit to this, though.
Hira wastes no time as he lowers back down, his mouth engulfing Kiyoi's hard member in one fell swoop. The wet heat of his mouth nearly makes Kiyoi come, but he holds himself back as he didn't want to waste this moment. Kiyoi wasn't small by any means, but he was just the right size that he filled Hira's mouth just right. He frustratingly keeps his mouth stationary, taking the time to warm up his boyfriend's cock. That was his goal to begin with, or something like that. Kiyoi whines as he looks down at his boyfriend with his eyebrows scrunched. Hira takes this as a sign to keep going, slowly bobbing his head up and down. He didn't want to stop. He couldn't get enough of Kiyoi's raw scent right beneath his nose, and the sweet and salty taste of Kiyoi's cute member. He could feel that Kiyoi was close as his abs clenched and his hand was gripping onto Hira's hoodie covered shoulder.
"Hira, stop- stop," Kiyoi exhales, using his other hand to pull Hira's hair so that he would look at him. "I need your.." his voice trailed off, too humiliated to say that he wanted his boyfriend's dick inside of him immediately before he came. Hira was already used to Kiyoi's unspoken requests, so he just nods his head with a "un," and scurries to find their lube stash. He finally finds it in one of the drawers by his bed, and returns to his boyfriend. Kiyoi was now sat up from watching his boyfriend look around the room like a hurried servant and had his usual pout as he didn't want to wait any longer. Since the beginning of their relationship, Kiyoi knew that Hira was a virgin (I mean, with his whole.. personality there was no way he wasn't, Kiyoi thought) and would always stay loyal to him as he triumphantly won against the beaver-like Koyama. But, for extra measure they both got tested so they could have as much raw sex as they both wanted. In Hira's case, he didn't want to be even a millimeter apart from his king. And, Kiyoi would never admit that he was also a virgin to begin with so there was no harm in getting tested.
The actor watched as Hira fumbles with the lube bottle. He coats his long index and middle finger with copious amounts of lube, warming the liquid up by rubbing his two fingers with his thumb. Kiyoi pulls him back down to their original position so that Hira was looking straight into his eyes as the two wet fingers traced the rim of his hole. He twitches slightly from the touch, but not because it was cold. Kiyoi finally got to feel Hira at that place again. He could feel goosebumps raise all over his body with his arms wrapped around Hira's neck. His inner thoughts grossed him out as he looked at his boyfriend's hungry expression. God, if he didn't dress like a loser and made use of his good looks he could be so handsome.
But, Kiyoi would never want to share this view with anyone else, so he'll allow Hira to continue to have his black bangs cover his eyes and wear his usual flannel and chino pants.
It felt like excruciatingly long hours passed as Hira took his sweet time stretching him out, curling his two fingers every so often to hit his sweet spot. Slick noises and whimpers filled the otherwise quiet room. Kiyoi was so frustrated and impatient he could feel his face heat up from tears welling in his eyes. He hated himself for being such a spoiled princess, but stupid Hira should already know what he wanted without saying it.
The photographer noticed his boyfriend's huffs and glassy eyes, and let out a chuckle. "You're laughing?!" Kiyoi says, hitting his shoulder with a light smack.
"You're just so cute." Hira replies confidently with a slight smile on his face. He was so sure of his words that they didn't come out in a stutter. Only Hira would look at Kiyoi's pathetic whining and find it cute. Sometimes the actor hated when his boyfriend smiled smugly when he complimented him, but at the same time it was an expression he seldom saw so it would send shivers down his spine.
"Just.. put it in already," commanded Kiyoi.
"Mm," Hira responded obediently and took out his fingers so he could grab the lube bottle once more. Once he coats his member in way too much lube, he slowly presses the tip to Kiyoi's entrance. They both wince slightly at the heat of Hira's cock slowly pushing its way in, holding their breaths until he bottoms out. Kiyoi's warm walls engulf Hira, and Hira feels like he could really die in this moment. Kiyoi's face is slightly contorted in pain from being filled to his deepest parts, but he doesn't want to be apart from his boyfriend in this moment. Instead, he has his arms wrapped around Hira like someone was going to take him from him. It's been a week or so since the last time they fucked due to their busy schedules, so it was a little painful at first. Despite Hira usually being so careful not to inflict any pain onto Kiyoi, he starts moving his hips at a steady pace, the sounds of him and Kiyoi fucking motivating him even more. Kiyoi was so perfect inside, which was to be expected from his flawless boyfriend. He couldn't stop himself from moving his hips like he was some animal in heat.
"Ah, K-Kiyoi.. You feel so good inside," he mumbles right into Kiyoi's ear, causing the boy to flush even more from his words. "Shut up," he responds and buries his face into Hira's shoulder. Hira continues to fuck into his gorgeous man, working up a sweat. "It's too hot," Hira says as he pulls Kiyoi's arms off his shoulders so he could take off his own brown zip up hoodie, and pulls his t-shirt off from over his head. All Kiyoi could do was gawk at the man in front of him. Although they were around the same height, his physique was drastically different from his. He had barely any fat on his body, making his long proportions stand out. Hira had long bangs that hung over his eyes, but God was his man handsome when he stared into Kiyoi's eyes through his bangs like he could see into his soul. Kiyoi gulped as he waited for Hira's next move.
The photographer thought that he was surely in heaven right now. Or, his alarm would wake him up in any second now from this dream that was his life. He looked down at the man beneath him, Kiyoi's skin glazed with a light layer of sweat and his skin tinted red from blood rushing to all different parts of his body. His hoodie was still pulled up to reveal his slightly swollen nipples from Hira playing with them, and his lips were pink and plump as well. He was perfect. They were still connected inside, Hira realized, as he felt Kiyoi pulsating around him. He places his palm over Kiyoi's navel, right above where the tip of his cock rest inside of him. "Do you feel it, Kiyoi?" he asks his boyfriend with innocence in his eyes. All Kiyoi could do was bite his lip and turn his head away so he wasn't looking at Hira anymore, too embarrassed to admit that his man was turning him on even more. His dick was much more honest, though, as more precum leaked from the tip and onto his stomach next to Hira's hand. Hira then uses both his hands to grip onto Kiyoi's waist, and used all his might to pound his boyfriend into oblivion. The room sounded crazy as their bare skin slapped against each other, and Kiyoi couldn't hold back him moans any longer.
"Hira, I'm gonna cum," Kiyoi moans, his arm covering his face once again. Hira definitely feels it as Kiyoi's grip on his cock becomes tighter, almost to the point where it hurt. "M-me too, Kiyoi.." Hira stammers. The pace of his hips quicken and the squelching noise of lube and lust surround them. When Hira's cock hits that spot just right, Kiyoi comes all over his stomach, strings of creamy white painting the canvas that was his body.
"K-Kiyoi, I'm about to cum," Hira warns Kiyoi, but Kiyoi's warm walls doesn't loosen his grip on him despite already coming. "Cum inside, Hira," he moans, uncovering his face so that he's looking straight into Hira's eyes. His eyes were fogged up from post-orgasm bliss, but his request came from within. "N-no, Kiyoi- your stomach-" he tries to reason with Kiyoi, knowing that he shouldn't come inside because of the effects it can have on Kiyoi's health. The actor doesn't listen to him. He uses what little strength his body has to wrap his legs around Hira's hips so that he can't go anywhere, and brings down Hira's face to his to engulf him into a deep kiss. Their torsos become sticky and slick from Kiyoi's seed, and it doesn't gross Kiyoi out one bit. He makes sure to pay extra attention to the mole on Hira's bottom lip, licking and sucking on it until Hira can't hold back any longer. Soon, the inside of Kiyoi's walls are warmed and filled with Hira's seed, giving Kiyoi the pleasure that he wanted.
They're both left a panting, sweaty mess, blissed out from their orgasms. Reality starts to set in as the cold creeps up on their sweaty skin, and Hira jolts up immediately. "Ahh, Kiyoi! I'm so sorry!" he yelps, and Kiyoi has no chance to respond as Hira has already pulled out of him and books it to the restroom. He comes back within seconds with a bowl of warm water and a towel, his boxers and pants haphazardly hung on his hips. Kiyoi sits up so that he can help Hira too, but Hira pushes him back down so that he's lying on his back again. "The hell?" Kiyoi grumbles, but doesn't actually do anything to stop Hira from wiping him down with the warm towel. "Aah, I'm so useless.. your tummy.." Hira is mumbling self-deprecatingly once again, using his index finger to scrape out his own come from inside of Hira onto the towel after he finished wiping down his body. He's in his own thoughts too deep as he doesn't even realize the sensation was causing Kiyoi to writhe from the ticklish feeling, and Kiyoi was too prideful to say anything as well. "Stupid Hira.." is all Kiyoi can muster as he feels his eyelids getting heavy from tiredness. The sun was fully out by now, but being fucked so hard really wore him out.
Once Hira finishes cleaning Kiyoi, he dresses him in new pajamas that don't smell like sweat and come, and also changes himself after putting the bowl and towel away. Hira still hasn't slept a wink, but he felt that he needed to prepare Kiyoi for the day so he starts to get out of bed after admiring his sleepy boyfriend for a few minutes. He's nearly up before he feels a hand grasp his arm, and turns around to see Kiyoi still with his eyes closed but holding onto him. "Come back.." he says sleepily, "t's cold.." Hira's eyes soften knowing that fully conscious Kiyoi would never say those honest words to him, so he just hums in agreement. Well, there's no harm in sleeping in for a few hours. So he goes back into their duvet, making sure to wrap his arms tight around his man to warm him up.