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The Love That He Wants	By : Resting-Madness Category: +S to Z > Wolf's Rain Views: 840 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tsume savored his returned love. Had unwrapped him like a gift that he knew was in a lovely box, so he wanted to take his time receiving the pleasure. Toboe's breaths in his ear, warmed the flesh externally and internally, as he mauled the young man's neck, lips, and chest. Tsume parted Toboe's lips with his tongue, but it was his mouth eagerly filled with the muscle as Toboe gave Tsume an oral apology by sucking his tongue as if it was his manhood. His enjoyment sounds sent Tsume's hands wild, as they fondled Toboe's balls, with fingertips dipping lower, teasingly tapping at the entrance.
Toboe rolled his hips, but without success of penetration, just a fondled kneading. His tongue traced the underside of Tsume's tongue, then his lips moved to his love's ear. Their bodies ground together as they lay in the bunching bedding. It was needless fluffing because they were ready from the hug downstairs. But the stalling made it so good when finally Tsume positioned himself and moved in with two hard thrusts. Toboe was a man in exorcism and Tsume the chanting priest. His inner body moved in ways around the older man, which he didn't know he was physically able. And outward... each gnashing of their pressed flesh was captivating his stability to function and respond. The lower floor of the home was certainly experiencing a haunt of unanswerable knocks as the bed banged into the floor.
Toboe bucked his hips so that the patting was nearly causing both of them impact pain. Two and a half months apart. Why couldn't they just have fought and made up. They were truly getting a bad habit of missing each other and messing each other up, when really all they wanted in life was each other. When will they learn?
"More." He whispered into Tsume's collar, before chomping in.
Tsume growled in his throat, and with his left knee kicked Toboe's thigh parting him more to go deeper.
Gasper Lee turned his head left and right; toes curled, breathless... Was he under the blanket, one would believe he was in the middle of a vivid nightmare. His eyes are closed, he looks almost in pain, and in a way he is. His need was that powerful, that he's jerking with a death grip. Fast then slow. He couldn't decide the best way to quell the abrupt pleasure starvation. He licked his drying lips; he really should have called Leara, but she's currently in class. He rubbed the side of his head into his pillow to keep the earbud in place so he doesn't lose a second of listening to the sexual melody.
He moaned out loud. His housemates might here, but screw it. He's male just as they are. They can understand the need to obey the commander. Cool metal from his wristwear sent a shudder down his thighs upon its touch. His hips bucked and rolled upward into his grip, then down as he rolled over onto his stomach. He felt like a man gone wild in a Pleasure Zone. He bit into his pillow to dull the volume of his release. He lay breathless and sticky, dewy with sweat in his bed. He needed that. He was feeling lousy not long ago, but the release cleared the fog taking over him.
There was the one trouble with self satisfaction, you can't kiss afterwards. Or during. His lips want attention too. He checked the time on Toboe's digital clock. Leara is still in class. Even if she wasn't he doubted she'd come over, everyone is studying their free-time away. What to do? He bit his bottom lip in thought. SM. Of course. He grabbed his phone, opened TikTok then watched a pile of videos.
...
Toboe lay in bed, eyes closed, and still throbbing with shockwaves from the memory of release. It was all he could do not to tug himself erect and shove Tsume onto his face to take him in return. But trying to move was impossible. He's completely drained physically. This must be what medical paralysis feels like. Tsume's stamina was incredible, he's got strength to lick at the flesh of his neck and jaw and kiss him, while absently playing with his nipples.
"Tsume," he whispered. Even his voice was tired. "Let's stop letting age be what defines us."
His boyfriend nodded. Still indulging.
"I wanna love you, on equal terms."
"You can. We can." He nuzzled his forehead against Toboe's cheek. "But you have to stop feeling beaten by my wanting to protect you. I'm not calling you weak. I care about you. I want to protect you, even if you're 6'12" with a MMA fighter's build." He smile hearing Toboe's huff of laughter. "I just wanna know that there will be an us for as long as possible."
Toboe felt his ears redden in a blush. He never thought of it that way. Little brother syndrome sort of muddled care.
"Let's have us, for as long as we can." He agreed to it all with those words. He wanted them, for everything they can have.
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Toboe opened his eyes to a dream interrupted. By a buzzing phone. He rubbed his face from the sleep in his eyes. He felt completely revitalized from earlier, because from what he can tell it's still night. He grabbed for his phone; the screen glowed the time and battery percentage. 3:15 am. He set the phone back down.
Toboe kissed his boyfriend's chest then under his chin. From his angle, it's where he can reach. He missed this. Being in Tsume's arms. What was he thinking bashing him? Saying he was better off. No, he wasn't. He was miserable. Bored. And, yeah, horny. One is doable, but two is best. He tucked his hand between Tsume's thighs; however, before he could get to the best part of waking up, his buzzing phone stopped him. It was the horrifying thought that he was ignoring an emergency he had to check.
'Gasper? What does he want?' He checked the messages.
G: Hey, you haven't said anything for a while. Are you still at home?
G: Did you enjoy the movie? What did you watch?
G: We watched a movie too, it was sexy. Boring. But sexy.
G: Are you asleep? It's still early. Text back when you can.
G: Tobe, shit, where are you?! Are you ok?
G: Did you see the news team at Tsume's? That's some crazy stuff.
G: Your silence is starting to worry me. Call, so I can hear your voice, and know I'm not texting with your stalker.
'Is he serious? Well, I guess it makes sense. He was there when that creep kissed me.' Despite how long ago it was, he wiped away the memory with the back of his hand.
His stalker, likely scared away a bit, since the attack almost had him caught, has cooled down with his contact. The most recent thing was a flower sent to Infinity Books. There was a card. It just had a wink face drawn on it with a little heart. It was gross. Gross like he approved of his break up. Egon said it was just there. He went in back to help someone who'd ordered a book, and when he came back there it was. He thought it was from his wife, until he saw Toboe on the card.
He kept the card and gave it to the police. He doubted they'd do anything. The cops in Freeze could be a little lax in regards to stalking. Mostly because looking at someone isn't against the law. They even told him, unless the guy touched him there wasn't much they could do beyond tell him to be careful.
If his stalker tries to touch him, he'll be surprised. He's going to belt him five and go in for the marker.
Toboe got out of bed and went into the bathroom. He called his roommate to check in, and by check-in he meant to back him off. "Gas', I'm fine.. Better than fine. Don't worry."
"Thank God. I thought you were smacked over the head and dragged off somewhere."
"Naah. I'm..." He lied. "I'm at home."
Gasper was quiet, then he said. "Good."
"The movie was interesting.. I really don't know how to feel about it." He laughed softly. "We all should see it sometime."
Gasper said that would be great. "I'm glad you're ok."
"Yup. A-OK." He rolled his eyes. Old habits die hard. But, he'll let Tsume protect him.. when needed. Same as his brother and Hige.
"You might not have seen the news, but they were all over your ex's place." He added. "Those Tweets of yours really did the trick. He won't be able to ask for change in this town without getting dirty looks."
Toboe bit his tongue. He wasn't in the mood to tell Gasper the truth. He also wasn't in the mood tell him he got back together with said "ex". "Yeah." He replied dryly. "I'm kinda over that whole thing. We should stop."
"Yeah, I mean, the damage is done. Society will handle the rest." He smiled. "That'll teach him not to take advantage of you."
"It sure will." He laughed dryly. "Look, it's super early. I gotta get back to sleep. Night."
"Goodnight."
He ended the call. Toboe closed his eyes. The darkness in the tiny bathroom engulfed him. It whispered that he was a fool. Immature. Too quick to action. And now, he has to undo what someone else did. He just hoped it wasn't too late. But, how does one get into contact with the media? Right! The same way the media keeps everyone informed about random nonsense. He tapped the Twitter app. He scrolled through his messages. Since saying he was single, he's gained a lot more followers - - none which he's followed back, and some that he'd had to block. No, he doesn't want a new daddy. No, he isn't interested in a party bus, as he's sure it's got something to do with an orgy, of which he would be the bus to multiple riders. The world sure behaves disgustingly from the safety a screen.
He'd like to figure out who made a fake account and tried to pass it off as his. More importantly, how did they get that photo of Tsume and him from when they'd first started to feel each other out. It really does look suspicious, when someone has put something malicious to it: Pedophile grooms kids to worship his ego. Dates kids, and has his team start dating rumors to hide the truth. Keina keeps child pornography.
How can people assume such things without proof? He certainly has his work cut out for him. He tapped the fake account. A frown bent his lips. 'Shit. The news team wants an interview.' He was perfectly fine with that. Excited, really. It was a winning lottery ticket. However... The person who made the fake account must have seen it. They'll try to sabotage him; if ruining Tsume is the goal then they'll reject the offer. And if he goes to them directly, he'll lose credibility and look like a flip-flopper.
He touched the username. He sent them a DM, offering the real story. He then sent another calling out the false account as not his nor any sort of smokescreen to use to bash Tsume in safety. He explained that he would have no reason to hide his feelings, good or bad, because Tsume would never make him afraid. And he is not a coward to hide behind lies.
Hopefully, they'll get back to him soon.
He returned to the bedroom. He climbed in bed to greeting arms that embraced him dearly.
The following morning was surreal. It has been so long since Wolf woke up beside his boyfriend. It was near impossible to wanna start the day. He just felt the need to lay there, and hold him. Smell their scent mixed together. Tsume seemed to feel the same way, because he was anchored around him. The pending actor was roused in the best way, feeling his love fingering his entrance as he woke up quite stiff and would like his lumberjacked.
"Are there anymore condoms?"
"I think we're beyond that point." Tsume kissed him on the forehead.
Shyly, Toboe shoved in unfiltered.
Breakfast was simple. Eggs and toast with Natto, and a glass milk. Conversations from yesterday knew not to exist. Everything from then and now made the difference. They made up. But they also couldn't forget the hurt caused. The real hurt. Not the falsified one. The big problem. Toboe was goimg to fix it. He has to. And removing his guilt has nothing to do with it. He wants only to clear Tsume's name. Even if it means tarnishing his own. And it was in that feeling that he truly felt the magnitude of the hurt and confusion he's caused to his boyfriend. He wants him protected. And it isn't because he caused the problem, but that he doesn't like it that someone he cares about is hurting.
He has a stalker. His danger is very real. Tsume, and his family know that. 'I really am a pup...' He smiled when Tsume kissed him on the back of his head, when he returned from the sink where he'd cleaned the dishes. "I have three classes tonight, so I'm going to work in the early shift."
"I'll probably do nothing. Maybe I'll look for a bench to occupy while I feed some pigeons." He mused in good-humor.
Toboe may have heard joking, but he could feel ache. Tsume's been working since he was a pre-teen. He can't sit around. It's not in him, no matter how hard things were in the beginning, in the end, he works because he wants to.
"I'll be sure to bring you lunch."
"I'll need it, since you're my provider now."
Toboe laughed at that. It was actually funny. He's seen the net worth, Tsume could retire 8 times, and still buy land and get a house built. That's the perk of living in modesty even if you don't have to. He got up from the stool. He crossed the room and kissed Tsume on the lips, with held cheeks.
Looking him in the eyes, he says. "I love you."
"I love you, a lot."
Toboe smiled. "We definitely need to get you a bench." He pecked his lips again, then stepped away. "See you for lunch?"
"I'll be here."
Toboe left for work.
He could hardly concentrate on selling books. His attention kept going to his phone. Waiting for a reply. Waiting to be told he can clear Tsume's name.
Marcel, the guy on morning shift, watched Toboe as he kept too much attention on his phone. He looked as though he was thinking: dumb college kids.
"Finally! Yes!" Toboe cheered quietly. He read the DM then replied that he'd be there. The reports agreed to meet with him at 3 o'clock today. He knows what to say. He won't let them spin it or twist it on him. He'll be a human printer. Shooting out the facts.
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Toboe Wolf stood outside the news 6 building. He'd taken the bus over. People whispered. He didn't know what they were saying, but it probably had something to do with him being saved by Tsume from the vultures yesterday.
He wanted to tell them to mind their business. But he knew that would only hurt the meeting. Best not to agitate those whose help you need. He coached himself by mentally chanting to have confidence. He's not a kid, he won't screw this up.
He walked up to the large desk and waited for the receptionist to set the phone receiver down. She smiled at him, then addressed him once her attention wasn't divided.
"I'm Toboe Wolf. I have a meeting with Cherisse Brownen."
She looked through the schedule on the computer. "Aah, yes, here you are." It was an unusual name, so it wasn't hard to find. "Right through those doors, go one door past the elevator, and it's the first door you see on the right."
"Thank you."
He followed her directional guide, and located the room easily enough. The reporter was talking with her co-workers about the later segments when he walked in.
"Mr. Wolf. Nice to meet you in-person." Her hand gestured to a vacant chair. "I'm Cherisse Brownen."
"Nice to meet you. Is this going on air?" He asked upon seeing the handful of cameras.
"If we can use it. Why? Is there something you don't want getting out?"
It sounded loaded. Toboe furrowed his brows. "I'm positive that whatever is said is not going to be unusable, unless you want to slander Tsume Keina's good name."
Mrs. Brownen looked as though she was skeptical about that. Toboe had posted such unflattering things about Tsume. Suddenly he's changed his tune? This was going to be an interesting interview. "Ok. Let's get to it."
After introductions were had, she held onto a select bunch of questions she'd written out before the interview. It was great that Toboe had responded. She really didn't think he would. Most people are more comfortable criticizing someone without a face. So for the young man to want an interview was a gold mine for the station ratings.
"First, I'd like to explain my side of the story. Then I'll answer any questions you have." He looked at the camera, then to the reporter. "Considering what's been circulating around, I should go to the police, but, I want everyone to know the truth before I go to them." The reporter nodded. "Those Tweets weren't done by me. They're from an imposter, who knew my account name so they made one similar. You know how these things are, if it's close enough, who double-checks?" He shrugged. "When I was shown, even I thought it was mine until I took a second glance."
Mrs. Brownen blinked. Disappointed. "But, if that's the truth, than why would someone make up that stuff? How did they get the photo? You did see the photo?"
Toboe nodded. How could he not have seen the photo as it was originally his. He thought of how to answer. He knew the topic would come up. It was the main reason Tsume was under investigation for possession of child pornography and other nefarious activities.
"Since his going public with our relationship, I've gained a stalker. This person's whole MO was to break us up either because they liked him or me, it wasn't clear. But this person was desperate for Tsume and me to be nothing to each other." He frowned. "It worked, unfortunately. I saw all those pictures of Tsume and other guys... It finally got to me." He showed her his phone. "This is my Twitter account; these are what I posted after the breakup. And yeah, I may have said I'm glad to be free in that hashtag to cancel Tsume, but I'd never make a fake account to stoke the fire so I could be blameless if I was accussed of his ruin. I'm not a coward. And more importantly I'm not afraid of Tsume."
Because it had to be said. Last thing he wanted was to have Tsume be dubbed abusive. Verbally or physically.
"Since I met him, he's been nothing but nice and fun to hang out with. He's never pressured me to do anything that I don't want to. And he's not manipulative either." He lowered his phone once she was done looking at it. "I keep all kinds of photos of myself online, it wouldn't be hard for someone to snatch one to mess around with. Not to mention software can even make someone look younger or older."
"Why now are you coming out with all this? Why didn't you say anything before?"
"Like I'd said, I was mad at Tsume because I thought he was cheating on me... I'm younger than him, it's not impossible to think he'd be bored of me... So I ignored any news or ads with him in them. But, I came to my senses when everyone around me started showing me this and that about Tsume. I thought my Tweets had embarrassed him, but it was more than that because of this fake account."
Mrs. Brownen nodded. She understood. She really seemed to.
"So, please, can you air this? To help clear Tsume's name." He looked at the camera. "He's not some pervert. I may be younger than him, but I'm not a child. I'm nineteen years old."
"We'll air this. Truthfully," she stood and extended her hand. "I didn't believe that story about Tsume. I'm happy to know the details."
"Thank you."
"Of course. And thank you for clearing things up."
"Did you have any questions?" He noticed her cards.
"I did. But, you answered many of my questions. Mostly, I wanted to know about the origins of the photo."
He nodded. "I'll look through my archives for the source. For all anyone knows, that could be a photo of me and my brother, but Tsume was spliced in."
"I see. Thank you, again."
He nodded.
Easy. It was very easy. And hopefully, that would be that.
Toboe headed for the bus stop. He was not alone.
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