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Please, Sempai?	By : PsychoHanyo Category: +G to L > Loveless Views: 1262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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PsychoHanyo: Hey there, everyone! It's me, with another Loveless fanfic! Just so those who haven't made it to book five are aware, Nisei and Mimuro ARE characters in the Loveless universe. Mei saying that Mimuro obviously had a thing for Nisei got me thinking and then this little thing was born. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Loveless, Nisei, or Mimuro. Nor do I lay any claim stating otherwise. Loveless and everything encompassed within belong to the fabulous Yun Kouga. I make NO MONEY off of this work of fiction. Thank you.

000

Mimuro froze in his spot. Surely Akame had no idea what he was doing to the light haired male. His hand was a bit too high up on his thigh.

“Please, Sempai?” Nisei asked with pleading eyes and a coy smile. “Please help me out.”

Mimuro numbly nodded. He felt himself growing hard, and hoped Nisei hadn’t noticed. Nisei trailed his fingers further up Mimuro’s leg and to the side a bit. When the tips of his fingers graced where Mimuro’s belt-line was, Mimuro couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh. Nisei seemed to notice, because he stopped and let his hand linger on Mimuro’s belt.

“What was that for?” Nisei wondered slyly, cocking his head to the side.

“Oh, nothing.” Mimuro denied. “It’s been a long day. Maybe we should go home.”

Nisei leaned his head on his hand. “Maybe we could go somewhere together.”

“Huh?” Mimuro was surprised. What was up with Akame-kopai? He was never this…touchy.

“You. Me. Somewhere. Now? Please, sempai?”

Why did those two words always make him melt? Mimuro cursed silently. “Sure.”

The two of them stood and left the little café they’d met up in. once outside, Nisei linked his arm with Mimuro’s and leaned on his shoulder. Mimuro tried to ignore the fact that the only guy he’d ever been attracted to was leaning on his shoulder, and looked up at the starless sky.

“It’s nice out tonight.” Mimuro pointed out.

“Agreed.” Nisei chuckled. “Not a lot of people are out.”

“No wonder you’re being so…”

“So…?” Nisei cocked his head to the side and looked up at Mimuro’s green eyes.

“This.” Mimuro motioned to how Nisei was attached to him.

Nisei chuckled and lay his head down again. “Is it a bother?” He wondered. “Should I let go and go home?”

Mimuro slung an arm around Nisei’s waist. “No, you’re fine.”

Nisei giggled. “Thought so.”

A light wind began to pick up.

“So much for a nice night.” Nisei pouted.

Mimuro smiled at the shorter teenager, watching his long black hair blow around them both in the breeze. Mimuro’s own wavy hair was moving with the wind as well.

“We can still make it a nice night.” Mimuro informed him. “It’s just wind.”

As soon as he said that, he felt a drop of water hit his neko ear. “Great.” Nisei moaned. “Rain.”

“It’s not raining that…”

“You know the power of words, sempai.” Nisei scolded. “If you say that, the opposite will happen. It always happens that way.”

“Okay, so I should be saying that it’s raining cats and dogs without any sign of stopping?”

Nisei nodded once. “Sure.” He answered. “If you want to speak that way.”

“Keep it to the point.” Mimuro said. “I remember my training.”

Nisei nodded. “So in keeping with our training, what exactly do you intend on doing tonight, sempai?”

“I don’t know.” Mimuro responded. “I wasn’t planning on anything other then meeting up with you at the café.”

Nisei pouted. “Perhaps I should just go home, then.”

“No, no. We’ll…we’ll come up with something.”

“Hey, now, I said I should just go home. I never said I should just go home alone.” He winked.

“What?” Mimuro’s voice cracked

“Oh, you’re not fooling anyone.”

“With what?”

Nisei stopped moving.

“This,” he pressed his hand against Mimuro’s crotch and made him jump, “is fairly obvious.”

Mimuro arched against Nisei’s hand. “Nisei…kopai…”

Nisei laughed and pulled his hand away. “So let’s go to my place.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, the rain picked up. “Oh, I knew I should’ve brought an umbrella.” Nisei muttered.

“Here.” Mimuro opened up his trench-coat and wrapped it around Nisei. Nisei snuggled against the taller male.

“Thank you.” Nisei said with a smile, planting a kiss on Mimuro’s neck.

“I…uh…” Mimuro stuttered. “Sure.”

Nisei smirked and nuzzled the other male again, making Mimuro’s cock stiffen just a bit more. This was too much. He had to get away from Nisei, and now.

“Look…I just remembered that I have some errands to run for my mother, so I’d best be going.” He tried to excuse himself. “I’ll bring you home.”

“Are you sure you have to go? Once you put those words out into the world, you can’t take them back.” Nisei warned.

Mimuro paused. How did Nisei know he was lying so easily? “I guess I don’t have to go…”

Nisei smirked cockily, as if he knew he had Mimuro right where he wanted him. In essence, he did have him where he wanted him. “So…my place?”

Mimuro nodded as thunder rolled overhead. “I’d better let my mother know I’m staying with a friend cause of the storm.” He muttered.

“Let’s go!” Nisei grasped Mimuro’s wrist in his nimble fingers. He pulled Mimuro down the road.

They ran together; Nisei laughing as they ran through puddles, and using wordspell to make sure the water soaked other pedestrians.

000

Nisei’s home was not what Mimuro had expected. He’d expected dark colors and a dingy basement where Nisei spent all of his time practicing spells on dummies, or played his video games, while developing his hacking technology. If one thing could be said about Nisei, it was that the teen was good with computers. But when Mimuro walked in the front door to Nisei’s little apartment, he was greeted by neutral walls, wood floors, dark curtains, and mismatched furniture that somehow worked together.

“This is a surprise.” Mimuro informed.

“A surprise?” Nisei asked, leaving his jacket draped over the back of a chair. “I don’t know if I should be insulted, or complimented.” He sent a sideways glance Mimuro’s way. “Tea?” He offered, walking into the kitchen.

Mimuro followed. “Sure, thank you.” He agreed.

“Hai.” Nisei opened up a cabinet and reached for a cup.

Mimuro watched as the defined muscles in Nisei’s back stretched and became taught under his attempt to reach too high. Mimuro would have helped him, but he knew Nisei could handle himself.

“That which I desire, come to my grasp without error or confusion.” Nisei said. His power expanded until two cups came close enough that he could grab them. “Wordspell. So useful.” He smiled at Mimuro, catching him watching Nisei stretching. “Would you like a picture, Mimuro-sempai?” He asked, setting the cups on the counter.

“Huh?” Mimuro wondered. “Oh, sorry. I was just thinking.” Green eyes blinked in a bout of confusion. Was Nisei pulling this stunt just to try and get him wiled up? The dark haired male was a sociopath, no doubt about it, but wasn’t that void when it concerned the people he cared about?

“Don’t strain yourself then, Mimuro.” Nisei leaned back against the counter, arms folded over his chest and legs folded out in front of him. “Sugar in your tea?”

“I drink it black.”

“Ooh, adventurous.” Nisei laughed.

Though he wouldn’t admit it aloud, the other boy’s heavenly laughter was music no Mimuro’s ears. “Do you have a phone I can use?”

“Of course.” Nisei cocked an eyebrow as he pouted. “Right there.” He pointed to a phone mounted on a wall behind Mimuro.

“Hai.” Mimuro went over and dialed his number into the phone. “Mom?” He asked the woman who answered. “I’m staying at a friend’s. The storm was too bad to come all the way home. Okay. Yes, I will. Oyasumi.” Good night.

Mimuro hung up the phone. “So…how long for the tea kettle to…”

Nisei was sitting on the counter now, next to the cups, swinging his legs back and forth. His hands gripped the edge of the counter. He looked so child-like sitting there, though Mimuro’s thoughts were way beyond a child’s comprehension at the moment. What would it be like to kiss those soft, pink lips…feel that bubblegum tongue run across his lip before their mouths parted and the appendages rubbed against one another? To hold that beautiful, lithe boy in his arms and feel his arms around his neck? Mimuro shook away the thoughts before they got too intense. His cock was already twitching. He didn’t want to garner too much attention to it. Nisei wouldn’t have it…would he?

“Is there something on your mind?” Nisei wondered. “You seem distracted a lot tonight.”

“Oh, no, it’s nothing. Just worried about an upcoming exam.”

Nisei smiled sympathetically. “Oh, sempai.” He started. “You’ll do fine, I’m sure. You’re smarter then most people I’ve had the…displeasure to meet. I don’t hang with idiots.”

Mimuro flushed. “I think that’s a compliment.”

“It is.” Nisei said. “Wow, you’re red. Is my heat too high?”

“No, no.” Mimuro rubbed the back of his neck. “People just don’t compliment me much.”

Nisei shrugged. “People aren’t as nice as me, no?” He tilted his head to the side and smiled one of his smiles that made Mimuro simply melt.

“I suppose.”

That earned a laugh. “Mimuro…you’re pretty close to me…”

Mimuro hadn’t noticed that he’d unconsciously moved closer to Nisei as they spoke. “Sorry.”

Nisei leaned forward and grabbed Mimuro’s arm, almost falling off of the counter. Mimuro caught him before he could fall and crack his head on the tile. Nisei looked up at Mimuro through his eyelashes. “Arigato.” Nisei whispered softly.

“Hai.” Mimuro nodded. He helped Nisei sit up, and the dark haired male pulled him a little closer. Mimuro landed, thankfully, against the counter. “Uh…Nisei…”

Nisei leaned up towards him. Knowing what he wanted, Mimuro offered his cheek. Nisei grasped Mimuro’s face in his hands and turned him to face him. They locked eyes, green meeting obsidian, before Nisei turned his head slightly to the side. They moved closer together and their lips crashed together. Mimuro’s light eyes widened while Nisei’s dark ones slowly closed. Mimuro’s hands went to Nisei’s waist and pulled him closer. Nisei’s legs wrapped around Mimuro’s waist and he crossed his ankles, trapping the light haired teen in place. Nisei’s hands entangled in light blonde locks, fingers twisting Mimuro’s hair between his fingers and pulling him closer.

The tea kettle went off, interrupting their make-out session. Nisei pulled back and rested his forehead on Mimuro’s. “Sorry about the tea. It doesn’t want to behave today.”

Mimuro smirked. “We can always forget the tea.”

Nisei smirked back and chuckled. He pecked Mimuro on the lips and let his legs fall. “My room?” He offered.

Mimuro nodded numbly and let Nisei up. The shorter male pulled Mimuro into the living room and then down the hallway to his bedroom. The inside was a bit different then the rest of the house. The furniture was all oak, the walls were darker, and the bedspread was solid black. Nisei let go of Mimuro’s hand and walked over to the bed. He pulled back the bedspread until it was on the ground and solid white sheets remained. Nisei sat on the edge of his bed and pulled off his shoes. Mimuro slipped out of his own shoes and walked in, shutting the door behind him. Nisei leaned back on his hands and smiled at Mimuro.

“Aren’t you going to join me?” Nisei wondered.

“Of course.” Mimuro smirked and walked over. He leaned over the other male and pressed their lips together.

Nisei arched his back and pressed up to the contact from Mimuro, purring slightly. Mimuro couldn’t help himself. He threaded Nisei’s dark hair through his fingers and pulled the other male closer. Nisei moaned and wrapped his arms around Mimuro’s neck, pulling him in closer. Mimuro felt his knees hit the bed and he leaned forward until he was kneeling between Nisei’s long legs. Nisei leaned back and pulled Mimuro with him until his back was flush against the bed. Mimuro removed his fingers from Nisei’s hair and pushed himself up on the bed, so he could see Nisei clearly. The other male’s black hair was framing his face in some places, and sprawled on the bed in others.

“Um…Nisei…”

“Yes?” Nisei asked, panting.

“Um…I love you.”

Nisei blinked, as if he didn’t understand. “Me?”

Mimuro nodded, making Nisei smile uncomfortably.

“O-oh.”

“Sorry.”

“No, no, don’t.” Nisei argued, cupping Mimuro’s face in his hand. “I just…I don’t…love…”

Mimuro arched an eyebrow. “I don’t expect you to say it back, if that’s what you’re wondering. I just wanted you to know how I feel, is all.”

“Oh.” Nisei smiled. “Thanks…then…?”

Mimuro chuckled and leaned down. He kissed Nisei’s neck right where it met his collarbone. Nisei made a mewling noise. “Sorry.” He muttered. “I’m not used to this attention.”

“Really?” Mimuro whispered against his flesh, sending a shiver through Nisei’s body. “You’re so confident; I wouldn’t think this would bother you.”

Nisei smiled softly as Mimuro pulled away and pecked a kiss on his lips. “Of course. No one wants to admit…these things…”

“Things?”

Nisei looked away. “Can we stop talking? We’re killing the mood.”

Mimuro nodded and ran a hand up under Nisei’s shirt. He kissed the other male, reaching to his left nipple and tweaking it a little between his fingers. Nisei moaned against his mouth at that. Mimuro played with the other nipple before Nisei pushed him up gently. Mimuro sat up so he was on his knees. Nisei reached down to the hemline of his shirt and slowly lifted it up over his head. Inch after inch of pale skin was revealed slowly, making Mimuro’s pants grow a little bit tighter. If that were possible. Once Nisei’s shirt was removed, Mimuro took the time to look over the Fighter’s body. Pale, unscarred skin led from the top of his pants to his face. Nisei had slight muscles in his stomach, but they were more likely showing that he wasn’t a twig then the idea that he had muscles. Mimuro knew Nisei was no match in a physical battle, since he’d seen the boy picked on when they were younger. If only Mimuro had stepped in back then, maybe this would have happened sooner. Mimuro subconsciously reached up and fondled one of his light colored cat ears. He was about to lose them to the teenage boy who drove his hormones wild. He’d told Mei that he was straight, and adamantly so, but there was an attraction for Nisei since they met in their gamers club.

A faint line of hair led down and disappeared under Nisei’s pants, giving Mimuro an idea of what he might find once those dark jeans came off. Nisei’s pale skin was lighting up with light pink. He was clearly embarrassed by Mimuro looking him over. Mimuro came to his senses and removed his own shirt, as slow if not more, then Nisei did. Nisei’s sharp intake of breath told Mimuro that he either liked what he saw or wanted to see all of it a bit quicker then he was being allowed to. Mimuro obliged and threw the shirt to the side. Nisei reached a hand around to the back of Mimuro’s neck and pulled him close, taking the other’s lower lip in between his own. Nisei nibbled on Mimuro’s bottom lip as the older boy ran his fingers up and down Nisei’s smooth back. Nisei moaned into Mimuro’s mouth and slid a hand down to his jeans. The soft unclicking of a belt buckle made Mimuro begin to massage against Nisei’s shoulder blades. Once the jeans and the boxers came off, there was no going back. Mimuro would lose his ears to the one boy he’d ever loved. His mother would sure freak out the next day, but that would be nothing. He could always say that he’d gotten with some girl. After this happened, he and Nisei would probably be going back to being just classmates, and friends if one looked deep enough into their relationship.

The sound of a zipper opening cut through the air. Mimuro leaned back and pulled from Nisei to ensure that his bottom lip would be freed. Once it was, Mimuro leaned forward and captured Nisei’s lips in his own. Nisei’s lips moved unsurely against the ones pressed against his own. It was like he’d never been kissed before. Then what happened to his ears…? Mimuro ignored the thoughts and ran his tongue across Nisei’s lips, loving the taste that was distinctly ‘Nisei’. A moan from Nisei had Mimuro moaning back at the younger male. He broke the kiss and trailed kisses down Nisei’s face to his chin, neck, and the crook between his shoulder and neck.

“Oh…Mimuro!” Nisei panted Mimuro’s name out. “Don’t…don’t stop, baby….”

Mimuro stopped and pulled up to look Nisei in the eyes. “Baby?”

Nisei shrugged with an unconfident smirk. Mimuro smiled and kissed Nisei again, letting his hand stray down light muscled abs to Nisei’s beltline. He ran his fingers over the top of the belt, making Nisei shiver underneath him. Mimuro’s thin fingers found Nisei’s belt buckle and opened it before zipping open Nisei’s jeans. The earless male’s erection was obvious by the lump forming in his boxers underneath. Mimuro smirked and ran his fingers over the erection, making Nisei arch against him and moan out his name.

“Mimuro-o-o-o!” Nisei moaned, his voice increasing in pitch each time Mimuro pressed harder or moved his fingers in any direction. Mimuro pulled away and let his fingers ghost up and down Nisei’s side as he kissed the other male. Jeans were soon gone the way of their shirts, leaving the two clad in only boxers and socks. Socks weren’t an issue, since they were far enough out of the way. Their boxers, however, needed to go.

Nisei slid his hands down from Mimuro’s shoulders, over his back, and down to his boxers. Nisei slipped two fingers inside, pressing against the hardened flesh contained within. Mimuro moaned at that and went back to suckling on Nisei’s pale neck. The rest of Nisei’s fingers slipped in and he grabbed the rod firmly in his palm, fingers closing tightly. Mimuro moaned as Nisei moved his hand up and down the shaft as best he could, considering that his hand was trapped between the two of them. Nisei bit back a moan as Mimuro rubbed harshly against his boxers, pressing the cool fabric closer and closer to Nisei’s manhood. Without warning, Nisei let go of the cock in his hand and slipped his hand out. He pushed Mimuro’s boxers down to his knees, and the Sacrifice pushed them off by his own hand, before assisting Nisei with his boxers as well.

“You have lubricant and condoms around here, don’t you?” Mimuro asked Nisei between kisses on his neck.

“Lubricant, yes. Condoms…we should have picked up some.” Nisei flushed.

“Great.”

“I can take pain.” Nisei but in before Mimuro could object. “I’m a Fighter, after all. I won’t mind if you don’t use a condom. You still have your ears. I doubt you’ve got anything.” He giggled.

“No, I don’t. I wouldn’t think you would either.”

“Nope.”

“If you’re sure about no condoms…where’s the lube?”

“Bathroom.” Nisei nodded to the room.

Mimuro cursed under his breath and reluctantly moved off of the man he loved. When Mimuro returned from the bathroom, he found Nisei lying sideways on his bed. One hand was holding his head up, his elbow leaning on the bed. His cock stood out at attention between his legs. By god, he was sexy. Mimuro’s erection and cat ears twitched at the same time, making Nisei giggle.

“Do you like what you see?” Nisei asked, running a pale hand over his body. His hand was marred by the word ‘Beloved’ written down it from middle finger to wrist.

Mimuro nodded numbly, noting the bit of droll that was forming in the corner of his mouth at the sight of the Beloved fighter’s dripping cock. A milky white substance that could have only been precum was leaking from the head, forming a bead at the tip. Mimuro put the lubricant tube on the bedside table and got on his knees in front of Nisei. He inched down until his face was hovering above Nisei’s thick cock. Mimuro took a deep breath to prepare himself before his tongue flicked out against Nisei’s head and removed the white precum. Nisei flinched at the feeling of Mimuro’s tongue on him. It had been so long since he’d had a blowjob last. Mimuro seemed to take Nisei’s moan as a go ahead and kissed the tip, swirling fluid onto his lips. Nisei moaned.

“Oh, Mimuro!” Nisei moaned, running his fingers through the blonde mop of hair on his lover’s head.

Mimuro opened his mouth and allowed Nisei’s head to slip inside. He sucked on the mushroom head, eliciting a throaty moan from the Fighter. Mimuro opened his mouth a little wider and slid down on Nisei’s shaft until his nose was touching Nisei’s pubes. He shifted the cock around in his mouth to get comfortable before he began slowly sucking harshly on the appendage. Nisei moaned and pressed Mimuro further down on his cock. Mimuro gagged slightly at the size of the other, but he managed not to spit him out. He ran his tongue over the underside of Nisei’s cock, bringing forth another moan. Mimuro let some of Nisei slip out of his mouth before going back down, being pushed on by Nisei’s fingers in his hair. Nimble fingers toyed with the tips of a cat ear as Mimuro went down on him.

“God…Mimuro…so good…mmm…” Nisei moaned. “I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.” he warned.

Mimuro slowly let Nisei fall out of his mouth. Once the tip was all that remained, Mimuro looked up at Nisei with a coy smile and let the end finally slide out. He kissed the top of the shaft as Nisei shuttered, unable to tear his eyes away from the man who’d just sucked him off. Nisei pulled Mimuro back up and pressed their lips together, his tongue slipping out and whipping cream off of Mimuro’s bottom lip. Nisei rolled onto his back, pulling Mimuro with him. Mimuro put his hands over Nisei’s head and pressed harder into the kiss. Pink tongues contacted and intertwined as their kiss grew hotter. Mimuro pressed his body down onto Nisei. When their cocks came into contact, both let out a moan of pure ecstasy. Mimuro began to rub up and down against Nisei’s cock, making the other roll his hips up to contact Mimuro’s and grind their cocks together. They both moaned as Mimuro felt himself begin to leak precum as well.

They separated and Mimuro grabbed the bottle of lubricant from where he’d put it. He popped the top with one hand while positioning Nisei’s leg up against his side. Nisei moved his other leg to meet the first as Mimuro spread a heavy layer of lubricant into his open palm. He slicked up a finger and rubbed against Nisei’s puckered entrance. Nisei moaned.

“More…Mimuro, more!” Nisei begged.

Mimuro nodded and obliged to the other’s request. He pressed slowly into Nisei, the lubricant aiding his entrance. Nisei moaned as a long finger was slowly inserted into his anus. Mimuro pressed in up to the second knuckle before he stopped, letting Nisei get used to the feeling of having something inside of him. Nisei wiggled his lower half, trying to comfortably ride the finger inside of him. Mimuro moaned as the internal walls of Nisei’s behind rubbed against his finger, clenching and unclenching lightly.

“Okay…I’m good.” Nisei informed.

Mimuro slid his finger out until only the first knuckle remained inside the other. He slid a second finger next to the first and pressed both in.

“Oh!” Nisei called, arching. “Damn, Mimuro, more! I need more!”

Mimuro chuckled and put a third finger into the Fighter. He pumped all three in and out of the other’s lithe body, scissoring his fingers as they went in. Nisei continued to arch his back, heels digging into the bottom of Mimuro’s back.

“Mimuro…!”

“Mm…Nisei…so tight…” Mimuro moaned appreciatively. “So warm…god I don’t know how much longer I’ll last before I need to put myself inside you.”

“Do it, Mimuro…I want something bigger….harder…oh, baby, that’s the spot! Holy shit!” Nisei arched and spasmed violently as Mimuro’s fingers brushed over the bundle of nerves that would bring him to the end. “More, Mimuro! More!”

Seeing Nisei so loose and free made Mimuro almost cum right on the spot. The other boy was normally so cold, and shy, and reserved, and held distain for any touch; just like Seimei. Mimuro thrust his fingers in and out a few more times, making sure to hit that same spot every time and making Nisei shudder and spasm from the touch. Nisei bit his lip as his eyes closed and he threw his head back, no longer able to watch Mimuro. White spots and stars burst to life behind his closed eyes every time that bundle of nerves was in contact with the Sacrifice. Mimuro removed his fingers from the tight channel and into the cool air. His fingers made a slight ‘pop’ sound as they were removed. Nisei hummed approvingly. Mimuro grabbed a-hold of the bottle of lubricant again and spread a large amount into his open palm. He ran his fingers of the lubricant-free hand over his own cock, before stroking Nisei’s. As Nisei moaned, Mimuro reached down and rubbed the lubricant over his own thick erection. If he was going to enter Nisei without a condom, he wanted to be well prepared so that the younger male wouldn’t get hurt.

“Oh…Mimuro…!” Nisei moaned out his name. “Just enter me already, come on!”

Mimuro nodded. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He whispered.

“You won’t.” Nisei said. “I can take it, promise.”

Mimuro nodded. He pressed the weeping tip of his lubricant-covered cock at Nisei’s entrance. Without waiting for word from the other, he pressed in until he was buried up to the hilt. Nisei grunted as he shifted a bit to get used to Mimuro’s size. The older male was not small by any standards, and Nisei had to adjust to the feeling. He’d only been taken once before, and it was a while ago.

“Just tell me when you want me to move.” Mimuro told him, leaning down to place a ghosting kiss on his temple.

Nisei wrapped his arms around Mimuro’s neck and stopped him from moving. He nuzzled the other male. “Move.” He said. “And don’t worry about hurting me.”

Mimuro nodded, feeling weird about taking orders from a Fighter. Mimuro moved his hips, thrusting in and out of the tiny passageway that he was sheathed in. he began to pick up speed as Nisei pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it with his teeth. Mimuro moaned. How had Nisei known the one move that would drive him wild? Mimuro picked up the pace, making the small bed shake slightly from their effort. Soon, Nisei was swiveling his hips and then thrusting them, opposite of Mimuro’s movement. When Nisei lost his pace and they ended up contacting, each of them moaned. The hand on Nisei’s cock moved faster and faster over the hardened shaft. The friction made Nisei want to jump out of his own skin. It was amazing! Oh, for still having his ears, Mimuro was good!

“O-oh, Mimuro! Mm…mm…mm! I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last, baby.”

“Oh-oh, Nisei!” Mimuro moaned, his hips moving slightly faster to get more of himself into the Fighter.

Nisei’s hips bucked and shook as the tip of Mimuro’s shaft came into contact with the bundle of nerves inside his body. Mimuro made sure to hit that spot time and time again, making bright white blast from behind Nisei’s eyes and for delicious white-hot spasms to flow through his veins.

“Oh…oh…Mimuro!” Nisei moaned again, thighs twitching. “Harder…faster! I want more of your cock inside me, please!”

Mimuro obliged to his requests, making his hips move faster. Nisei slammed down on Mimuro’s shaft as liquid began to pool at the tip of his own erection, which was still inside Mimuro’s clenched fist.

“Damn…Nisei…I’m c-coming, babe. You want em to…ugh…pull out…?”

“Hells…no-o-o!” Nisei arched his back. “I’m coming…I’m coming…Mimuro!”

Nisei’s cock spasmed wildly in Mimuro’s hand as he came, splattering white cum on his stomach. As the last of his semen fell from the tip, the white substance dripped down Mimuro’s hand.

“Nisei…mm…so tight…damn…” Mimuro moaned. “I’m coming, Nisei!” He stopped moving against the other as his white semen spilled forth from his dick and into the condom.

Nisei moaned as he felt the twitching erection inside of him. Once Mimuro was spent, he collapsed onto Nisei, panting heavily over his shoulder. Nisei wrapped his arms around Mimuro’s neck as the other lifted up enough to plant a kiss of the other’s lips.

“I love you, Nisei.” Mimuro informed him, before nuzzling into the creamy shoulder.

“I…I…” Nisei paused. “I love you, too.” He whispered.

Mimuro lifted his head and looked at the other for a moment before smiling softly. “I know.” He kissed the other.

Mimuro pulled from Nisei as he felt his tail shrinking until the whole length was gone. A soft, velvety ear slipped off of Mimuro’s head and was caught by Nisei. The other ear mimicked the first and Nisei caught that one as well. He held them up for Mimuro to see. “They’re going to disintegrate, if you want to watch.” He informed.

Mimuro looked down at the pale-colored ears and watched as they disappeared into a fine powder. Nisei blew the powder off of his left hand and offered Mimuro the right one. Mimuro blew that away before pressing a kiss to Nisei’s wrist. Now flaccid, Mimuro easily slipped his member out of the body under him. Nisei’s legs fell flat onto the bed as Mimuro took the condom off of his cock, tied the end shut, and threw it in the trash can.

Mimuro kissed Nisei’s forehead, nose, and then lips as he drew the dark blanket over the two of them. “I love you.” He lay down on his back and Nisei curled onto his chest, making Mimuro wrap his right arm around the lithe frame.

“I love you, too.” Nisei yawned, kissed Mimuro’s chest. “We should do that more often, baby.”

Mimuro chuckled at the nickname. “Yes, we should.”

As he felt Nisei drift off, Mimuro began to drift as well. Mei had been right all along, hadn’t she? Mimuro was gay…for Nisei…who loved him back…

As Mimuro rubbed his now earless head before completely drifting off, he had one last thought. That originally uneventful night turned into one he wouldn’t soon forget.
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