Shuichi's Personal Assistant

The candles from their romantic dinner had melted. Shuichi had eaten plenty, but still didn’t feel like he’d captured any of the romance he’d wanted. He peeked into the living room from the kitchen to watch his sullen Eiri. He’s been sitting on that couch since he finished, Shuichi thought. He’s more glum than usual and I didn’t think that was possible.
Eiri sat chain smoking and staring into the distance at nothing in particular. He couldn’t figure out what it was about her that bothered him. She was pleasant and kind. She was even beautiful, which always helped. She even seemed to go out of her way for Shuichi’s every need. Hell, she anticipated most of them. Eiri’s eyes widened. He looked up to see Shuichi staring at him. He stood up, stubbed out what was left of his cigarette and crossed the room in four graceful strides. Shuichi looked up at him.
“Yu...Yuki?”
Eiri gently held on to Shuichi’s arm and pulled him closer to him.
“Isn’t there something else you’d rather be doing? “
Shuichi felt the crimson sneaking into his cheeks and slowly nodded.
“I’d hoped.”
Eiri bent down to lightly brush Shuichi’s lips with his own. Shuichi quickly wrapped his arms around Eiri’s neck and deepened the kiss. Eiri was surprised by his actions. Shuichi wasn’t usually so forceful or insistant. He wrapped his arms around his petite lover and lifted him off of the floor. He carried Shuichi to the bedroom without breaking the kiss.

“Where are you?’
Umiko looked at Hiro, a puzzled look on her face.
“What?”
“Where are you? You haven’t been here all evening. I don’t think you even remember what you ate.”
Umiko half smiled and sighed. “I’m sorry. I had a run in with Yuki-san before I came home. I always feel a bit shaken up when that happens.”
Hiro ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “You need to avoid him better. It can be done. I haven’t seen the cold-hearted S.O.B for three weeks.”
“Well, we all can’t be as talented as the famous Nakano Hiroshi, can we?” Umiko chuckled as she rose from the table. She placed her dishes in the sink and began running the hot water.
“Leave those,” a low voice whispered next to her ear. She turned her head, a mischievous look crossing her face.
“What ever for?” she asked. “If I don’t do them now, I’ll have twice as many to do tomorrow.”
“Don’t play coy with me.” Hiro wrapped his arms around her waist and lay his chin gently on her shoulder.”I want to make love to you...Now.” He spun her slowly around and began showering her neck with small kisses, slowly licking the crevice between her collarbone. She let a small gasp escape her and Hiro looked slowly up into her eyes. He knew that sound. That was all the permission he needed. He turned the water faucet off and gave her a mischievous grin. Umiko slowly smiled back, took Hiro’s hand and began walking down the hall to her room.

Shuichi had never seen Yuki this way. He’d certainly never been carried to the bedroom before. He liked this Yuki. Shuichi loved being kissed while being lowered onto the bed. Yuki’s tongue, exploring the inner recesses of his mouth, sliding gracefully over his own tongue and teeth. It was like Yuki was tasting him. Savoring him the way other people savored chocolate. Yuki ended the kiss and gazed down into his lover’s slowly opening eyes. Shuichi saw undisguised passion, lust, and...something else...purpose? Determination? It didn’t matter. All that mattered to Shuichi was that Yuki wanted him.
“Yuki, I...” Shuichi whispered, before being silenced by a gently placed finger over his lips.
“Shhhhhhh,” Yuki whispered. “I know...”

“Just don’t say it.” Umiko murmured into Hiro’s ear. Hiro’s caressing hands paused on the small of her back and he tilted his head to look up into her eyes.
“Why can’t I say it?” he asked.
Hiro was sitting on the bed with his back to the headboard, Umiko straddling his lap, nibbling his neck. She looked at Hiro and sighed, then bent her neck slowly to brush her lips against his. He placed his hands gently on her face, a puzzled look on his.
“Umiko, why can’t I say it?”
“Because saying it changes things. Everything. And we both know that things can’t change. They shouldn’t. It would hurt too many people.”
Umiko’s eyes misted with unshed tears and Hiro brushed his finger around her lashes.
“Why shouldn’t they change?” he asked. “Why can’t they? What if I were to say to you that I was leaving Ayaka? That I don’t really want to be with her. I want to be with you. Why shouldn’t I say what I feel? I want you to know that I lo...”
Umiko pressed her lips against his, cutting his sentence short. She wouldn’t let him say it. Not now, not ever. She didn’t need to hear him say it. She pressed herself closer to him, kissing with a ferocity she didn’t know she possessed.
I don’t want to hear him say it, she thought. This is what love tastes like. That is all I need to know.

Shuichi arched his back as Yuki nibbled and then licked his nipple. His experienced hands slowly ran down Shuichi’s body before reaching their final destination. He gently stroked Shuichi’s member, kissing his way down his lover’s torso. Shuichi ran his hands through Yuki’s soft blond hair, moaning his name.
“Yuki. Please,” he breathed, followed by a gasp of pleasure when he felt Yuki’s tongue slide slowly around the tip of his shaft. Before his mind could even begin processing the sensation, he felt himself encased by Yuki’s mouth. All that he knew was the feeling of a swirling and pulling muscle. Just when he thought he could take no more, it was over and he whimpered. He opened his eyes reproachfully, fully prepared to beg for more. He looked up and saw his blonde god, his Yuki, reaching for a tube kept tucked under the mattress. He looked at Shuichi with a glimmer in his eye.
“You didn’t think I was done, did you?”
Shuichi blushed, shook his head against the pillow, and watched as Yuki touched himself purposefully. Coating himself with the contents of the tube, watching Shuichi...watch him.
God, Shuichi thought, does everything he do turn me on? Yuki bent down to kiss him and position himself between his legs. Shuichi felt him slowly entering his body and he arched to feel him as deeply as he could. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last for much longer. Yuki began moving slowly, Shuichi’s legs wrapped firmly around him. They fell into rhythm, matching each other perfectly. Yuki hitting over and over the spot deep inside Shuichi causing him to cry out with each thrust. Shuichi, pleasure exploding from every pore in his body, grasping tightly to Yuki’s back as he let the feeling flow through him. Yuki, grinned when he heard Shuichi call out his name, before letting his own pleasure overtake him. He collapsed onto his sweaty and panting lover, kissing his jawline and lips.
Later, Shuichi lay in Yuki’s arms, content and almost purring. He lay so still and quiet, not wanting to say anything that could spoil this moment. He felt Yuki kiss the top of his head and whisper, “Are you sleeping?” Shuichi thought of answering but decided against it. I’m almost asleep anyway, he thought. Yuki held him tighter.
“That’s something she can never do for you,” Yuki murmured.
Shuichi’s eyes shot open.

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