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Italian Sushi	By : Resting-Madness Category: +S to Z > Wolf's Rain Views: 2905 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hige climbed into the cars backseat buckling his seatbelt. Kiba wondered if it would look bad if he took the backseat as well.
'Wait, what am I doing? It was a dream; it's not as if the both of us had some isolated incident, and now being around eachother is awkward - - I can be awkward around the jackass because he's seeing my brother.' With a nod to confirm this, Kiba climbs into the backseat as well, and with a defiant glance he checked the rear view mirror to see how the model responded to that.
Tsume didn't seem to even notice, as he climbed into the front seat, adjusted the mirrors then started the car before away they went.
Watching from the window, Toboe backed away when the vehicle was out of sight. 'Alone at last. Now I can search the house for those pictures.' Starting with the bench that he stood on with his knees. The sneaky teen tugged on the lid until one pulled up. Nothing. 'Probably in his bedroom.' Dashing down the hall he skidded into Tsume's bedroom, choosing under the bed as his first location to search.
Box after box was pulled out and checked revealing nothing but very shiny shoes or pairs of boots, one of them has a pair of blue, white, and black sneakers.
Face twisting up at the sight of that, he thought aloud. "You know what... I've never seen Tsume wear sneakers." He took them from the box then checked the bottom, seeing that they have, indeed, been worn at some point judging by the grass stains and bits of dirt in the treds. "If I ask about them, he'll know I was snooping." The sneakers are placed back into the box which he returned to under the bed with the rest of them. "Hmmm?" Feeling around beneath the mattress, he came up short again.
The dresser revealed nothing spectacular - - no wait. Feeling something hard against his fingertips, Toboe pulled out a bottle of lubricant that was buried beneath some pairs of designer jeans. Not sure why, but the sight of this made him angry; he wondered why a man, who lives alone, would need such a thing? After all, he has a boyfriend - - Him, so why own something that should be used on someone who isn't around?
'And look how much is used!' He noticed in horror. 'Half a bottle! He's used this so that half a bottle is gone? That bastard.' Dropping it atop the dresser; he sat down hard on the bed with his arms crossed. 'I need to stop being stupid; Tsume can see whomever he wants - - man or woman... just so long as I never hear about it.' With a nod he stood then walked into the closet.
Clothes, boxes with more clothes. He was beginning to think that Tsume's books might be in his car, since he has a job today and the clients might want to look them over. Moving two boxes out of his way, he found a black metal box with only a clasp to lock it off; figuring he's found pay-dirt he took the box into the room, promptly flipping it open.
"Alright." Pulling out two photobooks, he set the box to the floor then opened the model's portfolio.
...
Leaning forward so that his arm can rest on the shoulder of the front seat, Hige asked just to clear something up. "And you mean to tell me they actually have a chocolate soup?"
"Mhm." The model replied in a bland tone.
Dropping back in his seat Hige looked as though he needed a doctor quick, or he would surely die on the table. "How much longer do I have to wait?!" He cried out to no one in particular.
Kiba smiled at his boyfriend. It's a wonder Hige isn't overweight with the way he eats and snacks, not that he would mind at all what his boyfriend looks like, he loves him regardless - - in fact, moreso, because of the meat on him. Unlike some people. His blue gaze glances at Tsume, who suspiciously glanced back.
'Does he know?' Wondered Kiba. 'Can he see something that I'm doing to call attention to it?'
The car slowed around a corner, and soon they are in a small parking lot. Hige didn't hesitate to exit the vehicle; calling out a "thank you" while speeding away. Kiba, on the other hand took his time, as if he'd wanted to say something but decided against it; he closed the door harder than needed. Just as he was about to head into the building
Tsume called him back.
"What is it?" He walked over to the car.
"Here." He handed him his credit card. "Just let them slide it through the machine."
Cocking a brow, Kiba asked. "And how much does this cost?"
"A hundred for the both of you."
"Oh."
"No one said happiness is cheap." Rolling the window up, he pulled away without another word.
Looking the card over, Kiba now walked into the building, finding Hige waiting for him at the counter.
"What took you so long?" Asked the eager to eat Moon, watching curiously as Kiba handed over a credit card that isn't his own. "You sure that's wise? He'll know you took it."
"He's the one that gave it to me. It cost a hundred dollars for each of us."
"No kidding? Hey mister," He asked the man behind the counter. "it is all you can eat, right?"
"Of course." The man offered a friendly smile to the boys.
Relief washed out of the diner in a "Phew."; taking Kiba's wrist he leads him to the nearest table, thankful that the place isn't crowded yet. "Let's get two plates and work our way from left to right. Something smells too good over there." His nose raised into the air sniffing a good whiff of the treat that called to him like a lost lover, parent, or pet. Licking his lips he loaded up his plate.
Kiba wasn't sure which he wanted to eat first - - not that he had to choose, when he could just get anything and everything all at once. But seeing too much food on his plate would make him feel nauseous. So with a pair of tongs, he picks up two chocolate-iced cinnamon rolls, and a sugar and cinnamon dusted croissant. He chuckled seeing Hige snap up the tongs before the air could cool them.
"And lastly some of this."
A cup of white hot chocolate is set at the corner of his tray, and picking up the condaments he shook some chocolate dust over the top. Glancing over his shoulder he sees that Kiba's on his way to the table, and picking up a fruit kebab he runs it languidly beneath a chocolate fountain flow, plates it then walked to the table sitting down with a slight bounce from how hard he'd done so.
"Cushy." He comments to himself before digging in.
Watching his boyfriend, Kiba shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Hige's happy-hums only further dampen his mood as he felt obligated to drop the horrible dream on him. How can he tell Hige something like this? Will he be upset thinking that he, Kiba, has a secret thing for Tsume? Or will he do worse, and pick on him because through all his rage, he managed to get a crush on the model - - which it so is not a crush. Just a dream, and nothing more.
Clearing his throat he waited until Hige looked up at him before speaking.
"You want something?" Asked Moon over a bite of chocolate dipped orange.
"Hige, don't be mad - - it was just a dream, but... But, last night, I had a dream that... I... Me," He says in case "I" meant something else at the moment. "I had a sex dream about Tsume."
Hige only blinked then continued eating.
Confused, Kiba asked. "Did you hear me? I said I had a sex dream with Tsume and myself. Doesn't that bother you?"
Hige managed to shake his head while his eyes rolled back from a perfect bite of cinnamon roll.
"Well, why not?" He'd be a bit upset if it were Hige having hot dreams about other men.
Hige shrugged.
Slamming his hand down on Hige's so he'd stop eating, he ensured that his gluttonous boyfriend was paying proper attention. He never should have tried talking to him when he's got food. "I don't think you're listening, in a dream.. I slept with Tsume. Sex."
Waving a hand in front of his face, the Moon teen says. "I heard you just fine. But, so what. It only means that you've finally excepted Tsume as someone in your life; and because of that your mind wants to be closer to him - - which usually gives people sex dreams. it really isn't a big deal. Not like you'd leave me for him." Sitting back in his chair, he thinks to himself aloud. "Although I did hear all that moaning you were doing in your sleep; oh man, it's a good thing I didn't try to get some, otherwise you would have called me Tsume. Awkwaaard." Picking up the skewer, he offered it over. "Fruit kebab?"
Shaking his head, he picked up a dessert; just as he's about to eat it, Hige asked.
"So, was it any good?"
"Hige." Kiba says sternly.
With a shrug he explained his question. "I was only asking out of interest, I mean, I went to the bathroom so it's not like your moaning woke me up or anything. But you were kindaaa... I don't know, into it."
Glaring with a slight pout, Kiba snorts. "Then you've answered your own question."
"Hey, hey," He waved his hands defensively. "we're not starting fights here. I was only asking."
"Well, stop it." Adjusting himself in the seat he says around a bite. "Can't you tell how incredibly uncomfortable this is for me?"
"Not really - - but, hey, let's not talk about bad stuff over food."
"Ha." Kiba scoffs. "You think it will effect the taste?"
Hige looked at his boyfriend as though he were the most vile creature in the world. "You've got some nerve." Picking up his empty plate, he stormed off.
Snickering, Kiba shook his head in dismay. "That offends him." While finishing his brunch, wishing he hadn't eaten breakfast, if he'd known he was coming here early, Kiba thinks offhandedly. 'At least it's nothing stupid like I'm secretly attracted to Tsume or something; but can I really accept him as a part of my life? Should I?' Wiping his hands on the napkin placed on his lap he looked at the clock. 'Toboe likes him; and he has been kind to my little brother... I really should stop being such a tight-wad. Hm. Whatever happened to those days when things were fun, and goofing-off was my number one priority? The fire took it, that's what.'
"Have some cheesecake, it doesn't have chocolate in it - - it's pumpkin. It'll take your mind off whatever is making your face do that serious thing." Says Hige, returning with a ridiculous amount of sweets.
"Hmhm. You know what Hige, I think I will lighten up, after all; it is a vacation." Picking up the hunk of cheesecake he took a bite large enough to hit the crust of the dessert.
Watching with a raised brow, Hige shrugged, smiling. "Hahaha whatever makes you happy, nut-bar."
...
Tsume stepped into his house expecting to see Toboe sitting on the couch watching cartoons or something, but the boy wasn't in there - - the television isn't even on; listening attentively, he doesn't hear any sounds in the kitchen. And the breakfast dishes are still on the table.
'I wonder if he went out for a swim?' Tsume crossed the living room to glance out at the backyard. Toboe wasn't there. Traveling down the hall his gold eyes glancing into each bedroom he passes, he doesn't find the Wolf teen until he got to his own bedroom... and boy did he ever find him.
'Oh my god.' Tsume stood in the doorway, arms crossed and ankles as well, leaning on the frame. "Tell me you're not masturbating to those stupid nude shots of me."
Toboe must have touched the ceiling he'd jumped so high; the book went flying from his hands landing with a thump to the carpet. "Tsu-Tsume! What are you doing back here so soon? I thought you said you wouldn't be home until three... And that your shoot starts at eleven - - won't you be late?" He tried to tuck himself back into his pants, but by the time he'd noticed he was exposed Tsume was already across the room, as if drawn to it.
He pushed aside Toboe's fumbling hands to lean over and place a kiss on the teen's thigh, then another kiss dangerously close to his penis. Toboe hard swallowed the liquid in his mouth, feeling it and seeing the actions.
"Did I say eleven, when I really meant one?" Tsume said slyly. Crawling over the Wolf teen, he kissed Toboe deep and rich, tongue flicking out at the boy's stunned and slightly parted lips. "Toboe?" Tsume whispered into the warm mouth.
"Uh?" He could only dumbly moan in response.
"I have to ask you first... Do you wanna do this?" The model made a point of glancing down at the teen's steadily hardening erection.
Again he audibly swallowed and bobbed his head up and down as a nod.
Smirking, Tsume moved back from over top of him and off the bed; slowly he undressed for him, dropping his clothes to the floor, as if they weren't worth the money the Wolf teen was sure they cost.
Toboe looked on in awe as Tsume's caramel flesh became completely exposed to him, he lost all thoughts. All he could was stare while fantasized about being tiny enough to swim around along each muscle and crease in the man's perfect body. The Wolf teen shuddered, wondering what will come next, shocked when Tsume grabbed a hold of his pants at the waist pulling them away; Tsume held him by the hips and pulled him closer so he could remove his shirt from over his head.
The model took in the sight of the pale nude before him; smiling, a preditory lick of his wicked lips was betrayed by the love in his eyes. He lifted the teen's leg into the air kissing Toboe's ankle as if it was his mouth; Toboe, eyes closed and shivering with building pleasure, can feel Tsume's tongue tasting him. The model moved his mouth back a bit to stick his tongue out and simply lick down the teen's calf. He paid particular interest in the underside of his knee, nipping and sucking there, sending a race of a quaking of shivers up and down the receivering body. Leaning back Tsume set Toboe's ankle to rest on his shoulder while his hands appreciate along the soft leg, and over his pelvis and chest.
Toboe whimpered when Tsume's thumbs brushes teasingly over his protruded nipples, first the left then the right. Nuzzling his cheek against the teen's thigh, Tsume placed kisses all over his lower region while his thumb caresses the burned nipple and the blistered skin on his chest. Toboe blushed a bit, always embarrassed by the burn. But Tsume, somehow, never made him really ashamed of it.
As if he were reading Toboe's thoughts, Tsume whispered. "You're so perfect." Mouth over the pleasured, tingling, bud, Tsume licked the pad of it before giving it a lovingly gentle suck.
'He's not sickened by it?' Toboe wondered before his head tipped back during a moan.
Tsume cupped the teen's buttocks in his right hand, while his left spreads his legs apart for him to lay between.
"Aaahhh." Toboe's hips move up instantly to the weight pushing them down.
Tsume complied to that movement putting more weight into his dip, grinding himself against Toboe picking up a panting of his own when feeling the hip rolling response. Though he's got a thin build, Tsume still weighed considerably more than Toboe giving him a feeling of completely engulfed. He also felt comforted as he breathed in the model's familiar scent, in and out. He tasted a bit of his boyfriend, or ex or.. God, he's a good kisser. His parted lips took him in, wanting more of the palatable euphoria. Tsume bent his legs up at Toboe's hips, turning his grind into a light bucking, strengthening the movement when Toboe's ankles locked together around his hips.
All of the model's grunts and groans fell into the bed and Toboe's ears, while the Wolf teen had his moans and sighs of enjoyment exposed to the open air; the room was already warm from the start but now with the combined heat of their feverishly moving bodies, sweat glistened upon them adding a slickness to their movement. Mouths tasting breakfast and toothpaste in combination; Toboe grabbed Tsume's biceps to anchor him while he put more into his upward thrust.
"Aaa!" He cried out when his popping was forced down like a nail giving in to a hammer. But what threw him for a greater shock was when Tsume's teeth clamped down onto his exposed neck.
The model wasn't sure what gave him the balls to mark the teen, but since his balls were a little busy spiraling with pleasure, he let this action slip by the radar, and he sucked deeply at the teen's neck. At first Toboe sounded pained, his breaths quickening, but he didn't tell Tsume to stop - - in fact, the model heard him whispering for him to bite harder. Tsume's hands locate Toboe's balls giving them a tickling fondle, while he removed his mouth to admire the darkness at his boyfriend's pale neck.
Toboe had begun convulsing a bit, but Tsume did not want the teen to release just yet. Glancing up he saw the bottle of lube Toboe must have found in his dresser; if only he'd found the condoms as well. Backing off he opened the top drawer shoving over some black, white, and red shirts he located the condom instantly ripping it open once it was within his grasp; sliding it over his length, Tsume returned to his position atop his boyfriend; lube in hand he squeezed a good amount over his protection-covered sex, and with the rest he worked his fingers into Toboe's entrance.
The anticipation has Toboe wondering if going this far was really such a good idea? How would he be able to break up with Tsume, if the man continues to love him emotionally and physically - especially physically? Toboe very much doubted there'd be anyone in the world that can make him feel this way again. His breaths tumbled out in a shudder feeling one of the model's fingers slip into his body, whirling and swirling followed by another which had him gripping the sheets from the scissoring. It was so good, and the tickling brush of the long middle finger brushed his prostate. Hips rocking down over the fingers, trying to get more out of it, but he was left to pout as the fingers pulled out with nothing coming in to replace them.
Tsume instead laid over him, kissing him over his face and neck, his chest and stomach; the model's hands caressed him where his mouth had gone, one still a bit moist from the lubricant the other a little rough; it was as if Tsume were blind and trying to memorize him with his touch. Toboe gave back as much as he got, touching the man as freely as he liked in return. Even down between his cheeks.
Kiss broken, Toboe says out of nowhere "I found sneakers under your bed," kissing Tsume once again when his boyfriend's lips met his. "why don't you ever where them?"
"I where them when I jog in the morning." He kissed Toboe's neck.
"Mm."
Tsume wasn't sure if that were a simple intone or a moan to the feeling of his head slipping past the body barrier. He's about to go deeper, but Toboe stopped him by pushing his shoulder.
"Tsume, wait,"
"Does it hurt? I'm sorry.."
Shaking his head further exposing his forehead from his sweat-wilted hair, he explained his reason. "I just, wanted to know if I can lower myself over you, like the first time?" He blushed being so bold as to ask for how he'd like to have sex.
Smiling, Tsume grabbed Toboe by his hips he rolled them so he's now on his back. "Go for it."
Smiling as well, the boy lowered himself inch by inch until he can feel the heat radiating from his boyfriend's lap; taking a few bold buoys up and down, he kissed Tsume on the neck as the model tipped his head back with a sigh. Lifting his hips he swung one leg back and the other followed as he twisted himself so that his back is facing him instead of his front, sitting back down he rocked his hips. "I'm ready."
Tsume pulled his lover downward to rest over him, and by guidance by his chin he turned his Toboe's head so they're facing each other. He kissed him lavishly, tongue meeting the hungry teen's every flick with a scoop of his own. Hand down between Toboe's legs he stroked the stiffened member, caressing his thigh now and then with strong hands washing over the soft flesh of his legs. He sat them upright, but had yet to move his hips. It wasn't until the kiss was broken then Tsume repositioned them by bending Toboe over onto his hands and knees. He kissed him between the shoulders, seeing to it that Toboe kept his head dipped and his hips in the air.
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Kiba wiped a stain of whipped cream from the corner of Hige's mouth with his napkin, setting it then back onto the table. He was having a great time; it was a shame Toboe isn't with them, he'd love to share it with his brother, and listen to his excited chatter about things that interest him; while Hige picks on his every word, and he'd throw in a taunt or two. That reminded him.
Pulling out his cellphone he dialed his little brother's phone.
"What are you doing?" Asks Hige.
"I wanted to make sure Toboe is alright, since it seems like we'll be here a while. Maybe ask him specifically what he wants."
"Sounds fair; but, you do know you're smothering him, right? He's at home in a strange neighborhood, trust me, kid ain't wandering too far."
"You're right; but too late now, phone's ringing." Holding it to his ear, he wondered. "Why hasn't he picked up yet?"
...
The room had exploded with more volume than their previous romp in their sexual realm, as the two grunt and sigh rocking - - slamming back and forth into one another; the teen's member licking noticable streaks across the sheet.
"Hhhaaa, Tsume," The teen moaned in unbridled ecstasy.
Hearing his name said that way pulsed through the model's erection and he pushed on harder.
...
"Maybe he's asleep?" Hige offers.
"We just woke up a few hours ago; how can he still be tired?"
"You don't know boredom like I do; kids probably sleeping."
...
"Tsume wait, I think I hear my phone." Toboe manages to get out.
Somehow the model stopped his onslaughter into the hot tight space, to sit back and hear that the phone is in fact ringing. Shit. Toboe still on his lap, he hands him the phone, smiling at the teen's wide-eyed shock.
"H-hello?"
"Toboe, what took you so long to answer the phone?" Kiba asked right off.
"I was in the bathroom and my phone was on the kitchen table, I didn't hear it until just now." His eyes roll back a bit; he could kill Tsume for picking up, then having the nerve to keep shifting his hips up into him.
"Sorry. We'll be back in a half hour - - or hour, is there anything you want specifically?"
Tsume licked into his other ear chilling him through. "U-um, whatever they have that isn't too messy; maybe a brownie and a slice of cheesecake, cookies and - - uh!" Tsume thrusts up into him suddenly. "Pound - - I mean, chocolate pound cake. Thanks."
"Okay... Are you sure you're alright? You sound... funny."
"Mhm. I just have to use the bathroom still - - I'm kind of holding it in."
"I'll go then, sorry."
"Okay. See you later." He flipped the phone closed.
"Not funny Tsume, we could have been caught."
Snickering the man grabbed a hold of Toboe's member, leaning them back over. "And you'd of loved it." He pounds into his lover again stroking him in time with his pace until they explode together in a fire of white lights and heat matching nothing Hell could throw their way. And once it was over... once it was over... Tsume kissed Toboe on the lips softly.
"Was that... the end?" He asked quietly.
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