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And so…we made love for the first time.
Haruto laid me out on the tatami, the softness of his body against mine, the firmness of his fingers intertwined with my fingers. I didn’t know what I was doing, but Haruto’s smile and quiet affection allowed my hesitation and uncertainty to drift further away.
His lips were warm and soft against mine. He shone like a celebrity. A vision of beauty. Topless, I was at the mercy of him.
“You’re supposed to move your lips back, Ryo-kun,” he said, all adoration before descending upon me again.
This time, I moved my lips with him, startled by the sensation. The comfort of his affection. My lack of knowledge was neither celebrated nor scorned.
“Here, let me,” Haruto said, fingers tracing where my yukata was around my chest.
Gently, as though unwrapping something precious, he unwrapped me. I was stunned. I tugged at his pants.
“How far do you want to take this?” he asked me as I stared at him wide-eyed and helpless.
I didn’t have a verbal answer for him. I only tugged again on his pants and pressed my lips to his shoulder. Sweetly, chastely.
“You spoil me too much, Ryo-kun,” he said.
Finally, his pants were off, and there was nothing but our bodies and the sheets over us.
“Ah, I almost forgot!” Haruto said, getting up and rooting around in his bag.
I tried not to combust from the shock of the sudden cold and his nakedness. I averted my eyes until he was suddenly back. He placed a bottle, a bottle of lube, I realized, and crawled back on me. Then he kissed me until I was breathless and boneless. I grabbed the bottle of lube.
“Are you sure you want to?” Haruto asked.
I nodded.
For a few moments, we fumbled around each other, trying to figure out where our limbs should go. It was awkward; it was endearing.
“Let’s do it like this,” Haruto announced and flopped on top of me so he was sitting astride my thighs.
I felt like all the breath had been punctured out of me. A whine, unbiden escaped from my mouth. Haruto’s eyes flashed darkly, and he grabbed the bottle of lube. I chased his hand.
“Watch and learn,” he said.
“I’d prefer to learn by doing,” I said, by some miracle regaining my voice.
I grabbed for the lube, but his grip was steady on it. I pulled harder, and in our tousse,l we squeezed too hard. A glob of lube landed on the floor beside the bedding.
“I will do it,” I said. Determination had outwon my nerves.
Haruto accepted his fate as I squeezed out some of the lube purposefully. It was cold, so I warmed it between my fingers. I wasn’t sure where to touch first. Where he even wanted to be touched. Haruto took my fingers and dragged them down. I could’ve slipped from his grasp, but I allowed it. I allowed him to wrap my hand around him. His fingers ghosted over my fist as I gave an experimental tug.
He shuddered and I felt it through myself. All the air left his body at once as I worked my fist up and down once, twice, three times. More. Just to see how he reacted. Just as ethereal as the first time. He gave me a pleading look.
“Ryo-kun, don’t tease,” he said.
“Not teasing,” I said.
I released my fist from him and added more lube to my hand, then I trailed further down, past his taint. I brushed his hole and he flinched upward like a cadet being called upon by a military commander. I paused.
“Please,” Haruto whispered.
I slicked the outside of his hole as he panted, his body flushing. Then, I pressed in just a little. I cataloged every expression, every twitch of muscle. As Haruto responded, I responded. When he was adjusted to one finger, I slowly tried two.
“No one’s been so gentle with me, Ryo-kun,” he gasped out against my skin.
He was leaning on me now, and I could feel his hair brushing my shoulder. Soon, he was gasping for three fingers and then gasping on three fingers.
“Ryo-kun,” he said, “Ryo-kun. Please!”
His eyes were dark, his voice was desperate.
“Condom?” I asked.
Haruto reached to the left of me and grabbed it. I hadn’t noticed he had placed it there with the lube. Without words, he tore the package open, grabbed me, and rolled the condom on. Then, with no warning, he lifted himself up and dropped down on me. He hissed as he grabbed my shoulders for leverage. I squeezed his hips so tight he had bruises for several days after. For those several days, he displayed them like trophies, and the plants witnessed our insaibleness.
But this, the first feeling of him. The way he surrounded me. Took me in like I was the only one who could scratch an itch somewhere deep inside his soul. It made my eyes water. Then he lifted himself back up and grinded down on me. I clutched at his hips to steady him. The noises that came out of both of us would have been revealing to neighboring hot spring guests if we hadn’t had our own floor.
Haruto fucked himself on me several times with me gasping like a dying man. I bit into his shoulder just to get more of a taste of him. His skin, his everything. I was drowning, the little ‘ah, ah’ sounds dragging me down into a tsunami of pleasure.
“M-move. Move!” he said.
On his next descent, I snapped my hips up to meet him. Haruto almost unseated himself; he was so boneless. Something animal in me snapped. I wanted everything from him. I grinded up into him this time. Our lips met lovingly, sloppily. Haruto pulled me down. We were facing away from the pillows, his back now on the floor, but this angle. His face so close to mine. His breath becoming my breath.
I pulled away and thrusted back into him. Haruto’s face lit up in pleasure. The angle was good. His back arched as I proceeded to continue my thrusts.
“Yes. Yes!” he was chanting.
I redoubled my efforts, pressing into his body--so warm, so soft, so lovely, so him--and kissing every inch of skin. I was far from quiet either, whispering nonsensical affection into his skin between kisses, and his hands went all over me. Scratching lines down my back, grabbing my face to smash our lips together, only to break apart on a moan. We were filled with each other. I could only see him.
Finally, when I felt I would completely break apart I wrapped a hand around him again. He squirmed, his voice turning ragged.
“Cum,” I pressed the word into his skin with my lips, “Cum, for me.”
I grabbed one of his hands, the hand with his--our--ring, and intertwined our fingers, just as he had in the beginning. A twist of my hips, a twist of my hand, and he was shaking apart, cum splattering his stomach. Then I came apart, my face buried in his neck.
When I calmed and lifted my face from his neck, he was smiling. Not his big for-the-camera smile, but a small secretive one as if we had shared some private joke. My lips turned up. I never thought I could smile so much until I met Haruto; now I can’t stop smiling.
I pulled away for a moment to clean us up. Even after I had wiped us down, the results of our love were obvious. Haruto looked as though a storm had taken him off guard. I wondered how his love looked on me, but it was dark, and all I wanted was to hold him. And I did. We cuddled--cocooned ourselves together, shoulders overlapping, clothing dispersed throughout the room.
Thank you, I thought.
Thanks to you, I was able to spend a super sweet and spicy night.