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Love Object	By : Resting-Madness Category: +S to Z > Wolf's Rain Views: 4969 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Toboe was silent during the ride home. Kiba continually glanced into the backseat, checking on his brother's behavior, waiting to see if it would change. 'I wonder why he's so down? It couldn't be because of that dream?' He wondered. 'I did kind of tell him not to talk about it anymore... But that didn't seem like such a big deal to him earlier.'
"Toboe?" Kiba asked. "Are you feeling ok?" He remembered that Toboe had felt a bit sick before - even though he partly thought that he was faking it, there was still a chance that he actually had been feeling sick.
Toboe looked up from the gaze he had on his lap, and shook his head.
"Hey, runt," Hige interrupted. "What's with the Mime-esque silence?"
"Huh?" he looked at the Moon teen.
Kiba could have kissed Hige for that. Maybe the only child had brotherly qualities that not even he possessed.
"I don't know, you've been quiet since we left the school - somebody bother you or something?" Asked the mixed teen.
"Oh... uh no. I'm just... I don't know, bored, I guess." He shrugged.
"Bored!?" Hige looked as though it were the most impossible thing in the world to be "bored" - especially when around him, the master of entertainment close by. "What the hell have you got to be bored for? You're a kid."
Kiba punched his boyfriend on the shoulder then shrugged with his hands, shaking his head.
"What?"
"I know what'll make you happy," Kiba looked to the back seat. "We can start putting up the Christmas decorations; you always love doing that."
"Ha, yeah." He faked a smile. He was feeling a little down because of Tsume. And that was something he couldn't tell his brother. He would blow up!
"Good." Kiba turned back around in his seat. "Cher's gonna have to sit with you, by the way."
"Cher? What for?" Asked the younger teen. Kiba was always at home on Mondays.
"My manager called; and since I had started that fight the other night... I have to go back in today." He looked positively miserable.
"You started a fight?!" The younger Wolf sat up with an almost adoration. "Why?"
"I don't know," he couldn't tell Toboe who the fight was with, if there was a chance that he actually has forgotten about this guy; it's better to not bring it up. "Some guy was there trying to get under my skin."
"Wow... I didn't think anyone could get under your skin - well, except for Hige." He laughed.
"Yeah, thanks." Retorted the accused, looking into the rearview mirror.
Kiba merely shrugged, dismissing the whole topic. As the car approached the house, he undid his seatbelt popping the door open, without opening it completely. Toboe gathered his books, popping his seatbelt from the latch, as well.
"If I didn't know any better I'd think you were both in a hurry to get away from me." Hige joked.
"Never." Kiba smiled as though he was gonna follow it up with some crack-comment, but he decided against it.
"I have a lot of homework to do." Toboe explained. "It's like the teachers all got together over the weekend, and decided to piss everyone off by having all the classes receive homework."
The car door closed after Kiba and he took his brother's bookbag from him, carrying it into the house; while the younger Wolf carried his books in his arms. Hige waited in the car; wondering if he had to go home for any reason. He has a ton of homework, as well; and since Kiba wasn't gonna be at home... Why stay at his house? Oh, right! He just remembered he had to talk with Toboe - about the kid's first kiss, and that dream he had.
Turning off the ignition, he climbed out of the car; grabbing his bag from the backseat. Hige pressed the alarm as he walked into the house. He couldn't help but smile feeling success on his side, even though it was betraying Kiba's trust. But in a sense, he really wasn't. Kiba had said not to ask him about the birthmarks, he's never said anything about Toboe. So the floor was open for discussion.
Toboe was gathering some important essentials to do his homework with: plain flavor bag of potato chips, and a Sunny Delight to drink. Spreading his books and work sheets out on the table, he groaned slightly before he flipped open his math book, going to work right away with the subject he hated most.
"Mind if I join you?" asked Hige, snatching a potato chip from the bag.
"No, go ahead." Toboe smiled at him. Another afternoon with Hige wouldn't be so bad.
"Mm-mm." Kiba came back into the kitchen. "Hige, I need you to come to the store with me and pick up our groceries."
"Uhh," he scolded his boyfriend inwardly. If he was shopping, he wouldn't get a chance to talk to Toboe. 'I'll just have to do it quickly.' He decided. "Okay."
"Toboe, unlock the door for Cher when she comes by, okay?" the couple were heading out the door.
"Okay."
"And don't touch the stove; if the phone rings, let the machine get it."
Hige pushed Kiba out the door muttering. "I think he knows the drill, general. Bye, runt."
"Bye, Hige."
Looking up from his homework, he watched the two get into separate cars and head out. A smile grazed his lips. 'Eeh, what am I smiling about? I don't know Tsume's phone number.' Sighing, he returned his attention to his homework. 'Wait a sec... I can just go see him. His house isn't that far away, and I can take my bike.'
Looking at the clock on the microwave, he twisted his lips to the side wondering when Cher was going to come over? The teachers should be home by now. The phone turned his attention to the living room, and jumping up from the chair he hurried to the answering machine waiting for the message to play out before the caller came on.
"Kiba? I'm gonna be a little late coming over; I have to drop Cheza off at Taki's house so they can do homework together."
Picking up the phone, he held the receiver to his ear. "Mrs. Cher?"
"Oh, hello, Toboe. Is Kiba still there?" Asked his guardian.
"Um, no but... Hige is." He lied. Bitting into his lip, he waited for the woman to grill him with questions or worse - ask to speak to Hige!
It was silent on her end, then he heard her saying something to Cheza before she returned to the phone. "Hello, Toboe are you still there?"
"Yeah."
"I'll be there in ten minutes, okay?"
"Okay."
"Bye, sweetie."
"Bye." He hung up the phone with a sigh. "...Guess she didn't fall for it." Returning to the kitchen, he sat down at the table and tried to polish off as much homework as he could. He had to think up a plan to get out of the house.
...
Cher had shown up sooner than she had told him, startling the diligent worker out of his deep attention on the homework assignments. He had been so focused on doing it, that he had actually gotten a large proportion of it done.
The Robo-mom walked around the house, picking up any laundry that needed to be done, checking the locks on the door to make sure none of them were worn or anything. And once her daily babysitting inspection was done; the laundry in the wash; she took a seat at the table to help Toboe with his homework - if he needed it.
"Mrs. Cher?" Toboe said breaking the silence.
"Yes?" she was busy looking over the sheets he had already done.
"When I'm done with my homework, can I ride my bike through the park? I'll be in before dinner, I promise." He quickly added.
"I don't see why not." Setting the sheet back down, she pointed out a word problem. "Double-check that one, sweetie."
Toboe looked down at the problem, he didn't see anything wrong with it. "Oh... I wrote the problem out on another sheet." He explained, noticing the part in the word problem that said: Show your work.
"Make sure the teacher sees it, they can be kinda strict about that."
"Okay." Signing his name to one last sheet, he started to gather his things up into a pile. "I'm finished, so I'm gonna go now."
"Alright, just make sure you cover up." She grabbed the boy's books and stuffed them into his bookbag.
"I will." Walking into the hall, he opened the coat closet grabbing his outside wear. Slipping on his coat and hat, he then wrapped his scarf snuggly around his neck. The young teen walked past the kitchen, grabbing his sneakers from the floor. "Bye, Mrs. Cher."
"Yup." She got up from the table going to the cabinets to search for something to make for dinner.
Toboe walked out of the house closing the door firmly after him. Heading to the side of the building, he took his bike from the shed. He braced his nerves, as he was about to do the un-thinkable. 'Can't chicken out now.' He choked down his feelings of panic. With his foot on the pedal, he gave his self a push off the grass and started away.
...
Toboe stood outside of Tsume's building, unable to believe he was there! He looked up the height of the place; it was enough to make one air-sick. Don't just stand around, go inside. He coached.
"Good afternoon, young man." The door-man greeted.
Toboe smiled politely, walking over to him. "Hello... ummm, is Mister..." He paused a moment, wondering if he should call Tsume by his first name or not. Would it be rude of him? He was his friend, after all, and they had kissed. "Is Mr. Keina at home?"
"I believe so. He just got in about thirteen minutes ago."
'So he was out all day. That explains why he wasn't at school.' The young teen figured. "May I come in and see him? I mean, is that allowed? He isn't expecting me, ya know?" He didn't wanna talk the man out of it, but he didn't want to lie either.
"Sure, go right in." The man opened the door stepping to the side letting him passed. "I remember you from before, when Mr. Keina had brought you in."
Toboe smiled brighter. Someone - one of Tsume's people - remembered him. "Thank you very much."
The man bowed politely, closing the door once the visitor had gone in. Toboe walked cautiously to the elevator, continually glancing over his shoulder at the door-man. He took in a large breath before stepping inside. Once the doors closed, the naive young teen felt as though his lungs were going to cave in. This was beyond a bad idea. This defined the word. He was dead... If anyone found out about this, he would be dead.
'I've really gotta learn to really listen to myself, before I go along with my ideas.' He frowned.
A quick, "Bing!" brought him back to earth and he stepped into the hallway. Pulling off his hat, he ran his fingers through his hair to straighten it out. Strolling down the hall to Tsume's apartment room, an outside light from a window showed through the door of the other man's apartment just ahead as it opened.
"He-hey, Toboe!" Jet Black greeted.
"Hello, Mr. Jet." Toboe grinned. "Is Tsume at home?"
"Tsume? Mmm, yeah he's in there." Jet walked out of his room over to Toboe. He had a serious look plastered on his face. Kneeling down he placed a hand on the teen's shoulder, then said. "Toboe?"
"...Yeah?" Toboe braced himself. He thought that maybe Tsume was hurt and he had been at the hospital or something, but the man's next words had shocked the hell out of him.
"Now I know you think that what's going on between you and Tsume is fun - or some sort of game... But, Toboe, you've gotta understand that he's a man - not a boy," Jet shook his head to make sure it was sinking in. "If Tsume does something to you,"
"But Mr. Jet, Tsume and me are friends; he wouldn't do anything to hurt me." Toboe tried to explain, what was everyone always so worried about? Nothing was going to happen to him - nothing!
"That's all the more reason to be worried. Normally I wouldn't give it a second thought, but... Tsume is my best friend, and I care a lot about him." He patted the naive youth on the shoulder for good measure. "I also care about you as a minor; and if he touches you in any way that you don't feel comfortable with, you come and tell me and I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."
Nodding quietly, Toboe could understand the man's words. "I will."
Jet smiled and backed away. "I'm glad to hear that. You relax, though; I really don't think Tsume would do anything either." Heading back into his apartment, Jet closed the door, leaving the teen alone in the hall to think about what he had said.
'I don't care what anybody says. Tsume kissed me - and that means he's my boyfriend. He can do whatever he wants, I trust him.' Turning to the door, he grabbed the knob twisting it in his hand. The door pushed right open, and he stepped inside. I hope he doesn't mind me coming in here without his permission.
Glancing from left to right; Toboe walked casually over to the couch and sat down. "Maybe he's asleep?" He wondered out loud.
The bathroom door opened quietly as Tsume walked out of it. He wrapped a towel firmly around his waist as he came into plain view, his gaze mostly on a clock in the hall. A low cough was heard from the living room calling to his attention. It seemed a little too light to be Jet's, Spike's or his manager's - so who the hell was in his place?
Going into the living room he stopped at the door entry. Leaning an arm against the frame, he smiled at the little 'intruder' saying: "Hey."
Toboe, who was recovering from his cough, opened his eyes having to swallow at the sight he saw. Tsume standing there, right in front of him, in nothing but a towel. His hair wet and still dripping gently to the floor. His golden eyes fixated on him, as though he were supposed to be there at this moment to catch him like this.
'I definitely made a mistake by coming here.' The young teen mentally nodded. As Tsume walked over to the couch, Toboe couldn't help but remember Jet's words and tense up. A big mistake.
...
Blushing, Toboe downcasted his eyes to his lap. Tsume smiled to himself, glad to see that he had that sort of effect on the teen. Walking over to the couch he took a seat beside him, crossing his arms. "Who let you in?" Asked the model, as though he really cared.
"Uhh, the door was unlocked." Toboe explained, never letting his eyes leave his lap. "I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all. You can come by anytime you want. I wish I'd of known, though," Tsume was saying rather blandly. "I would have gotten dressed."
"No, you look -" he swallowed hard, then brought his eyes up looking at the man, "fine."
Tsume has had his fun - Toboe had looked - he'd better get dressed now. The mental exhibitionist didn't want to make him uncomfortable. "I'm gonna go put something on. Please, make yourself comfortable." Getting up from the couch, the model headed across the room to his bedroom. "So, what are you doing here, by the way? You just wanted to visit?" He asked when he was gone from view.
Toboe stood up and tried to relax by shaking out his muscles. He then removed his outerwear, the coat and scarf, his shoes he'd already left at the door. Walking over to one of the large windows inside the living room, he looked down onto the busy streets of Freeze City, Tokyo.
Cars hurried by, horns honked when someone thought they had been cut off - or flipped off. People crossed the streets, mothers pulled children closely to their sides as they did so. Men and women ate road-side snacks and things, business people coming off the subways; it was nice being in the city area.
"I didn't see you at school," Toboe began to explain, talking loud enough for the man to hear him from the distance. "I thought that... I don't know. I just really wanted to see you, so I could ask you something."
Low footsteps were heading his way as Tsume emerged from his bedroom. "Ask me what?"
"Ohhh, it was nothing." The young teen shook his head.
Looking at Tsume now, with his gaze no longer embarrassed, he frowned slightly. The model wasn't wearing anything too extravagant, just a gray turtle neck sweater that had little fluffs of material coming from all over it, and a pair of black jeans.
"You're... wearing jeans again?"
Tsume laughed lightly, going into the living room to take a seat. "What else would I be wearing?" Patting the seat beside him.
Toboe took the invitation and sat down. "I don't know... it's just that - I saw those fashion shows you did, and..." He shrugged. "Every time I saw you in-person, you were always wearing jeans."
"Haha, you watched that garbage?" Teased the model.
"Yeah, they were really good! You seemed so happy."
Tsume shrugged. "I was happy. I still am... But, modeling isn't for me anymore."
They were silent a moment, both wondering what to say. Toboe broke the ice deciding that 'blunt' was the only way to do it. "Tsume, do you still have those clothes from the fashion shows?"
"Yeah, some of them. They're in my closet... I don't wear them because it's winter, and leather in winter isn't the best choice of clothing." He crossed his legs looking into the teen's eyes.
"Oh..." Toboe dropped his posture. "...It's just that... I was hoping to see some of them, maybe up close. TV makes everything look nice, so it's really hard to tell."
Tsume smiled, standing. "Alright then, I'll model them for you."
"You will?" Toboe looked up at the older man.
"I don't see why not? I'm supposed to wear them to show the common people to be brave about their fashion," Tsume gestured with his hand. "You're people," he teased. "so, let's see what you think."
"Hahaha, cool!" The young teen cheered, bouncing on his seat once than twice. "I'll turn on some music, okay?" he eyed the stereo in the corner of the room.
"Okay." Tsume disappeared into his bedroom. Wishing partly that he could just bring the clothes out of the room and change right before his crush, like he did with all the other models. It was certainly a lot faster. But, baby steps.
Toboe picked up a few CDs looking them over. He hadn't heard of most of the artist, so deciding what songs to use was gonna be a project. Turning on the stereo, he set five discs into the small indentations that holds them, starting the first song. It was a nice song a little fast, maybe too fast for a fashion show.
Skipping to the next song, he smiled. It was pretty, very slow and dramatic. 'I wonder what Tsume is gonna wear? I should be matching the music with the clothes.' Skipping around the CD he found three songs that he liked and pressed the shuffle button so that the stereo would only pick them. "Are you ready?!" He called to Tsume.
"Whenever you are." The model replied from somewhere in the short hall.
Pressing 'play' with the remote. He turned his head to where the model would appear. "Ready!"
Tsume walked into the living room. Toboe's eyes beamed when he saw the outfit Tsume was wearing. It was totally cool! Hot red, leather pants that looked kind of like they were plastic, stretchable material. The shirt was white, cotton-ish material without sleeves. The accessories included a black leather belt choker with a chain dangling along Tsume's stomach. His arms each have a spiked wrist bracelet, also black leather, and the model's feet were bare but he had two or three toe rings on.
The gentle rattle of the chain made Toboe's heart skip beats, but the area it was dangling against made him wish he had an EKG monitor, so he could make sure he was still with the living. Tsume laughed quietly as he headed across the room intending to round the coffee table.
"Model my clothes." Tsume laughed out.
"Huh? Oh!" He chuckled, holding a fake microphone. "Tsume Keina is wearing what we call... uuh 'Firestarter'. His classic hot red pants, give off the illusion of stretching when pulled."
Tsume ran his hand along his thigh, then pulled at the pants to show the imaginary audience what Toboe was talking about.
"Haha, the shirt was made by Gio-Giovanancy?" He couldn't pronounce the name but he had seen it a number of time.
"Giovanni." Tsume offered.
"Right. Giovanni from a city in Italy maybe France." He added for goodmeasure. A grin lit his face hearing Tsume's laughter; he loved the sound of it more than anything. "The stitching is hidden thread, and the... cut is for summer," When Tsume rounded the table Toboe took notice to the back of the pants. "Lack of pockets make it hard for pick-pockets to rob you... Though they might touch you for other reasons."
When Tsume disappeared to change, Toboe curled his legs in under his buttocks on the couch. He was gonna be alert and ready to explain. This was really fun. He could never play so ridiculously like this with Kiba or Hige, they'd think he was nuts! Tsume appeared almost as fast as he'd left - models were good at that sort of thing.
"Oohh, this next one is nice."
"It's Russian." Tsume commented to start the boy off.
"This is a Russian design, I can tell, 'cause I've never seen clothes like this before." He took in the outfit for a moment then began to describe it the best he knew how. "The black leather pants are... hmm? I'd say more expandable material," He blushed when Tsume crouched to show the support the pants gave. "And the gray sweater has a nice fade of black to gray to white up to the turtle neck of the sweater."
Tsume stood in front of the couch, hands on his hips giving them a slight rock, as he swayed from one foot to the other in an enticing manner. Toboe grinned, clapping his hands together. "Wonderful, let's bring out the next outfit."
When Tsume disappeared again, he came out in an outfit from Spain. The next one was from Germany, then France. All the clothes were completely attractive. Toboe especially liked the shirt with the missing nipples that were cut out in the shape of a star, with a clear plastic cover over them. And the one with the cowboy hat from America.
Even though Toboe was enjoying himself completely, he kept a sharp eye on the clock beside him so that he would remember to be back home before Mrs. Cher started to wonder what he was really up to - bad enough he was grounded. Being tattled-on was the last thing he needed, but hey - he was new to this whole grounded thing anyway.
The next outfit was the one Toboe had really been anticipating; the sheer hip and groan with the solid legs. He could already feel his mouth watering, so much so that he had to swallow it all back. The shirt was some gray thing... he didn't really notice it too much, all he could see were those pants.
"Tsume is wearing something for every affair," the older model started, "sporty, casual... sexual," He emphasized.
Toboe coughed into his hand for an excuse to look down from his blush. Tsume walked to the corner of the coffee table giving the boy a better look. When Toboe managed to look up, much to his surprise, Tsume was wearing a thong underneath it. This made him pout a bit. 'What am I thinking? I don't wanna see that.' He argued with his suddenly overly stimulated brain. 'I-.. I'm glad he wore underwear.' But part of him knew underneath that it was a lie.
"These particular pants can also be worn without undergarments - if you're brave enough." He challenged the model.
Tsume merely laughed at that, knowing the "host" has seen him without undergarments during his fashion show. Continuing his walk around the table, once he was far enough away, he paused and placed his hands at the hips and took a bow to the crowd.
Toboe clapped cheerfully, hopping up from the chair. "Good show, Tsume." He beamed.
"Now the designer has to take a bow." He said to the young teen.
"Okay." Turning to the couch, he bowed before the crowd. When he straightened Toboe made a little yelp over being hoisted into the air. "Aah." His butt came to rest on the model's shoulder, and he relaxed. He didn't know why he had gotten so worked up, but something inside of him jumped at Tsume's sudden touch - well, it was actually the being picked up, he doesn't have a problem with Tsume touching him - especially after they had kissed.
Once the song had stopped, Tsume let him down patting him on the shoulders before vanishing again. Toboe walked over to the stereo turning it off, so that it wasn't just sitting on without anyone remembering it. Looking back at the clock, he noted that he only had fifteen minutes left before he had to head back home.
"Hey, Tsume?" The model appeared again in a new outfit that he had never seen before. It was - it was... Amazing! "Tsume, where'd you get this one from... I didn't see it in any of the fashion shows?" He walked over to the stunner in awe.
"This is from a shoot I recently did; that's where I was all morning." He answered, pleased to see that Toboe liked it so much. "I was just washing off the stench of that tiger they had lying on me, when you came in."
"...You had a tiger on you?" he asked, though his mind didn't seem as though it'd take in the answer.
Toboe's hands reached out to touch this new attire his secret crush was wearing. The material of the pants, a skin fitting leather hugging Tsume snuggly in all the right places. The color was a cool orange, but the real distraction was the top of the pants. It relied solely on a piece of black string to keep them closed; and Tsume had tied them in such a way that you could see peeks of his, now thong-less, skin showing in between the openings. Toboe's fingers brushed along the string, a faint blush hitting his cheeks over seeing pieces of white showing above the model's groin.
Tsume watched the curious hands explore the clothing he was wearing. It amazed him how entranced Toboe was. Without his knowing it, Tsume's hand began to trace everywhere the teen's had, as though it were mimicking him.
Toboe's hands felt along the soft fur waistline, designed like tigers fur - it even felt real! A smile graced his lips then, touching the material fondly but with some caution as though the tiger that it was made from would suddenly attack him if he moved wrong.
"Tsume..." He muttered, not even sure if he had said it out loud or not.
"Yes...?" The model's gaze remained anywhere the intruding hand traced.
It was now at the shirt, which was like the other shirts Tsume had worn, sleeveless and cotton material, only it had a slash across it as though the wearer had been attacked by an animal. The gashes though, were covered over with clear plastic like the nipple-less he had seen a bit earlier.
"Remember when you kissed me in the car?" Toboe asked, his voice still laced with a dreamy tone. Tsume made a sound in his throat as a: yes. "Could we... maybe do it again?" This time he looked up into Tsume's eyes, the burnt brown meeting the solid gold.
Tsume knelt down, placing his crush's hands around his shoulders before grabbing him by his waist and carrying him over to the couch. Once the two were seated their mouths joined in a tango that stole the breath of both involved. Tsume parted the inexperienced teen's lips with his before devouring the bottom lip in his mouth.
"Mmm." He moaned tasting Toboe's breath, it was faintly salty from the chips he'd had at home. He wanted more. Tsume's tongue traced around Toboe's mouth before exploring inside.
This new venture startled the young teen, and he pulled away. Tsume was a little surprised himself, until he remembered how old Toboe is, and that kissing this way was his first time. Caressing Toboe's cheek with his hand, the model pressed his forehead to Toboe's, saying in a soothing manner. "Don't be afraid, this is called: French kissing. It's fun."
"It felt kind of funny, though." Toboe confessed, wiping a hand across his mouth.
Tsume smiled to himself. He thought that same thing when his first kiss had done it with him. Shaking away the memory, he placed his hands in Toboe's taking them up into a quaint little hold. "Toboe, you're my boyfriend now, and boyfriends always kiss this way. Let me show you how."
Boyfriends? He couldn't help but smile to that. He had hoped Tsume felt the same way as he did about their 'friendship'. "...Okay."
Tsume pressed his hand to Toboe's chest, laying him down flat on the couch. "You wanna part your legs slightly, allowing your boyfriend in."
"In where?" He asked.
"Hahaha, you'll find out about that some day, for now we'll just lie here. Okay?"
Toboe nodded. His heart skipped a thousand times seeing that Tsume was hovering over him and then lied down. When he was resting on top of him, the model adjusted his hips so that they were alined with him.
"Then, you just let the person on top take you to paradise." Tsume finished his lesson. He pressed his lips slowly, playfully to Toboe's giving him a quick soft kiss before backing away to make sure that the inexperienced teen was comfortable with it.
Toboe opened his eyes with curiosity, and asked. "Why'd you stop?"
"I just need your permission." The model explained.
"You're my boyfriend, you can kiss me all you like." He replied, hoping that's what Tsume wanted to hear, because that's what he had wanted to say. He meant every word.
A smile was his "Thank you" before the man resumed in kissing him. Toboe's hands rested around Tsume's shoulders, while the model was holding boldly onto Toboe's hips. Their kiss was deep and open mouth; he didn't want to scare Toboe by Frenching him again, so he kept it simple. However, to Tsume's surprise it was Toboe who decided to give the first initial lick.
'He's bolder than I thought.' The model praised the bravery, and joined in the kiss. The both of them giving little moans when tasting inside each other's mouth.
The whole sensation was new to Toboe, but it all felt so familiar, just like his dream - they were in the same position, too! 'This must have been what we were doing - we're gonna have sex!' He thought.
Toboe squirmed underneath the man, causing Tsume to keep strengthen his grip on him. He moved his hips at an even pace instead of the irratic one the teen had been going for.
"Mmm...aah." Toboe moaned out loud when the model's lips parted from his.
His pants were quick and frantic like he was out of breath from running. He pressed his hips upward liking the new feelings that were coming from there; and Tsume replied by pressing more weight down. Their grind was slow and rhythmic. Tsume wanted Toboe to enjoy and feel every aspect of this game without feeling as though he had been violated, and from the sound of those cute little moans being made, he was.
'Hige and Kiba probably don't have this much good feeling... I'll bet - Shoot! I forgot about Hige!' Panicking, he remembered that Hige had gone to the store to shop for them, and he could be back at any minute! How would Cher explain the his whereabout?!
Giving his new boyfriend a shove, Tsume backed up a moment before pressing himself down harder, his body appreciated the game more than Toboe, and he was getting a little too excited, considering the only thing separating his skin from anything was a piece of string.
"No, Tsume, I have to go now." Toboe explained, sitting up.
Tsume backed off, panting. He had forgotten about that. "When do you have to be back?" He asked.
Toboe caught his breath as well, saying, "About five or ten minutes... I'll never make it in time."
"Sure you will, I'll tell my driver to take you half way, with the time difference you should make it back without being missed."
Toboe was happy to hear that Tsume would help him. He really is his boyfriend. A great one, at that. "That could help me a lot, thanks." He slid off the couch, gathering his things which he just now noticed he had been laying on. "Thank you, Tsume. We can do this again sometime, okay?"
"Haha, okay."
Hurrying into his outerwear, Toboe walked to the door and turned back. "Will you walk me out?" He asked.
"Of course." Standing, he joined the teen at the door then they headed out.
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