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The Love That He Wants	By : Resting-Madness Category: +S to Z > Wolf's Rain Views: 844 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any locations or characters created in the world of Wolf's Rain. Rights go to their creators. I also make no profit from this, it's just for fun. I also don't endorse any existing product brands.

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It sounded like an MMA fight was going on. The grunting, the panting, the slapping of flesh as it's getting pounded tender and raw; the water blasting down on them in the shower aided to the sharp, delicious sting during contact as the wet bursts apart from itself and skin. The fragrant scent of perfumes filled the air, not from newly lathered soap, but a soft sweet smell was produced by the lotions and soaps already on the pair, that became more pronounced during the bodies hydration.
Tsume wanted it all off. The clothes and the scents. He wanted Toboe Wolf unashamedly naked. No more hiding for them. And as the nutty and musky combo faded away turning into the scent of bodies, the actor went into devour-mode. Tsume licked, nipped, gripped, and entered each enclosing hand, oral passage, and anal entrance presented to him.
In the shower, the couple jerked themselves to height of length, the tightened ring of the grip combined with their water slicked abdomen got the ball rolling. God bless Tsume endorsing a shower system! The overhead spray was doing a number over their lower heads. The rain pelted the tips of their members like a melody of pleasure. The song lyrics were just that of a studio vibe; no words were spoken just riffs from moaning and sighs that echoed heavenly in the ears canal. Toboe was gifted a solo, when he sucked away at Tsume; he used the hydro-play to aid him by forcing the water to hydroplane the base of the girthey limb in his mouth.
And speaking of audible sex; the couple did not finish each other off in the shower. That was merely a cleansing, to rid themselves of time away from each other. The real delight will come later. Right now, they're just messing with the mood by playing Cat and Mouse on each other's body. A nip here along the neck by Tsume. A scratch there by Toboe. Licks and love-taps smacked upon the shower brightened flesh as they took their sexual voyage onto the island countertop.
Perfect for holding large slabs of meat.
Toboe arched on the cool surface as his length was taken into Tsume's mouth. He had tasted his boyfriend first in the shower; it was navel orange sweet and creamy. However, it was just a sampling, the actor didn't climax. Toboe wouldn't let him, and Tsume wouldn't allow himself to. But the beads drizzling were a preview of the amount of desire he now is creating in his lover's mouth.
His hands are grabbing and stroking through the wet silver locks. He caressed the puffing cheeks touching him ticklishly against his inner thighs. He cried out loudly when his privates were abandoned fkr a little tongue action along his inguinial ligament. The hot traveller traced each protruded vein causing shivers to reveal more. The teen heard himself beg for more. He was denied; However, a finger encircled his leaking head, gathering lubrication before it tucked itself between his cheeks, it dipped into his body in sync with Tsume engulfing his member again. The wriggling digit did not stay as long as he was being treated like a pogostick by his boyfriend's tightly clamped lips.
He had an earthquake-like tremble from the deep moan Tsume made in his throat when his body released a little longer in stream. Though, he was not sucked to completion. Tsume kissed his way up his younger lover's body, pausing to obsess over his perked nipples giving attention to each one. Pallet to the pads, he gave playful teases of teeth around the bud.
Toboe cupped Tsume's cheeks bringing him farther up to kiss his lips. Deeply. He kissed Tsume in ways he's always fantasized about. And it must have hit the mark, because his reply was the full weight of his boyfriend lying over him, grinding low. Steadily. Heavily against his body. His tongue grinded into Tsume's matching the slow thump roll for roll.
The only sounds in the room were breathless sighs, sliding skin, and the occasional moan. It seemed, to an onlooker, as though it ended as nothing spectacular; however, Tsume slid away standing on the floor; he picked Toboe up into his arms, he stood there, looking him in the eyes with an entranced gaze. He smiled sweetly receiving a mirror of his expression.
Their mouths pressed together again; the hunger of the kiss was joined by a rhythmic bouncing of Toboe's body up and down Tsume's frame; their lengths firmed in the massage between them. The sticky combination of their desire tried to glue them...
'Fuck it.' Tsume carried Toboe up the stairs to the open loft bedroom.
Toboe was placed onto the bed, legs spread apart to rest as far as they could part. Tsume licked along Toboe's thigh going up to the knee then sliding down the raised limb to get to his center. He kissed the area affectionately but then moved away. He crawled to the head of the bed to grab the lube from the sidetable.
Toboe watched in heat, dying for what was to come. He closed his eyes to be surprised by the when he would be dived into. He was surprised alright, but not by a hot rod in his entrance. His eyes popped open when something tight went over his gender. His attention was then distracted by Tsume taking a sip of the lube. His brow cocked in wonder until Tsume began to suck on him again. More foreplay, eh? He was game.
Not so much Tsume. The actor moved away then climbed onto Toboe's hips sinking his body down over him.
"Tsume.." Toboe breathed.
"You were drunk before... Now fuck me, runt."
Whether Toboe said anything coherent after that command, he does not know. He does know that he's never felt himself erupt like he had when rolling them over. He placed Tsume's ankles over his shoulders then gave him the amount of obsession he has for him. Every thrust, every bop, each roll of his hips, clamping of his lover's firm rear. He lowered Tsume's right leg to rest around his hip and the left remained over his shoulder. Tsume's trembling ring had him crying in lust of the cigar smoker puffing at his base and the neck beneath the head.
He almost truly had shed tears when he was finally able to release. Sagged against Tsume; whimpering when his lover scooted him to his side to lie him face down on the bed. He was awash with shivers as Tsume went mad inside of him! His body was so spent from doing his own job, that being on the receiving end in a body that's ready to drop. Oh, how good it is.
His hands clawed the bedding; his forehead pressed into the pillow, the wet hair clung disheveled about his face. He rocked back to meet each blast. He whispered to the heavens when Tsume latched onto him, raising him up again. The pleasure rose with their voices. The solid frame of the bed threatened otherwise as it thumped with them. And then... dear God help them as they shot their loads in the most vulgar position. Tsume has straightened then leaned, bringing Toboe up and a bit back with him; his anus clamped down so deliciously the pressure ended them right there.
Tsume opened his eyes some time near morning. He looked at his dream beside him, sleeping so peacefully. He wrapped his arms around him. 'My heart is racing this fast just holding you.' He smiled.
This was no dream, no daydream. Nor a cruel-style of a nightmare where things were good then end terribly fast by waking up to the realization that they can't be together or that they, themselves, are keeping them apart.
'I love you.' He kissed him on the forehead, then drifted back to sleep.
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Toboe cracked open puffy lids. What happened? Where was he? He looked around the bright room. He can't believe how lit up it is despite the curtains being drawn. Okay, so they're sheer curtains, but all the same, the daylight is a nuisance right now. He smiled as a familiar scent went up his nose.
'Tsume.' The lazy smile broadened into a grin, then it dawned on him. 'Tsume?! I'm at Tsume's! I spent the night...' He chuckled, scratching his cheek as it all flooded back to. It explained the aches of slapped flesh. He feels tenderized, stupid. So this was what it felt like to have one's brains fucked-out. He liked it! He hoped for more times like it to come. "Oh, shi..." He reached for his phone but it was nowhere in sight.
Toboe recalled removing it before they started in the shower. It's downstairs on the table beside the door, along with his attire that's abandoned in the bathroom. What the hell was he gonna wear? His nose lifted and gave a sniff. 'Mmm. Meat.' Well, do as a native would do.
With confidence, he got out of bed and wandered downstairs; his eyes admired the loft area that he can see over a safety wall down into the lower level of the apartment. He'd kill to live in a place like this. "Morning, Tsume,"
Tsume turned from the stove. His brows rose in delighted surprise. "If you plan to be like that every morning, move in with me."
Toboe felt his ears turn red under the fixated gaze. How does Tsume always look at him so thoroughly that he feels more nude than he actually currently is? But, you know what, he coolly walked it off; he's just had sex all night with his boyfriend. He has no reason to be happily embarrassed. Grabbing his phone his jaw dropped. "No way!"
"What?" He used the spatula to flip the toasted bread.
"I was here all night, and Kiba didn't leave me any red alerts, or where are you texts." He pinched his cheek then looked again. Same as before. Nothing. "The legends are true... I'm an adult." He let that reality sing through him. It was like taking a mega elixir in an RPG. He's untouchable!
"Hungry?" Tsume asked.
Toboe rushed over to him, hugging his side. "You sneak, acting all cool." He kissed his chest through the shirt fabric, as he's closer to it at the awkward angle. "You know you're just as shocked and thrilled as I am." Looking into the pan, he beamed. "Stuffed French toast and twice-salt known as Spam, hit me again."
He removed himself from his boyfriend, declaring he needs a quick shower. It's not the lusty scent left on him, but the tacky feeling of having slept in release. He needs to get clean.
Tsume watched him exit. He swallowed down the urge to follow and claim the hidden passage between those cheeks once again. Instead, he focused on not giving them food poisoning from undercooked egg batter. By the time the young man's refresher was over; breakfast was hitting the island counter.
Tsume's lids fluttered recalling the splayed nude laying on top of it last night. The nude is currently wrapped in a towel at the waist, plopping onto a white-leather topped stool.
"Gimme room. I'm going in."
And did he ever. The black hole polished off three thick slices of French toast and several pieces of Spam, while downing two glasses of orange juice. It was very much like watching a black hole devour a small bit of the galaxy. Tsume ate elegantly. Knife and fork; sipping rather than chugging, what was the hurry?
"What have you got planned for the day?" He asked his young lover.
"Uhh, probably sort through my rejection letters; practice my being ok with it face, while my friends celebrate their triumph; lunch; helping Hige move in; bug you." He smiled cheekily at that. "Then lunch."
Tsume liked that he fit into the schedule.
Toboe rubbed his stomach. He was quite full now. Satisfied, he looked around them. "This place is gorgeous Tsume. How much do you pay for it?"
Tsume scoffed. "With this view, I have to walk the streets." He joked. "You were a freebie. I felt generous last night."
Toboe laughed. But inside he felt the stir. He can still feel Tsume inside of him. He has to clear his mind. There's actually a lot he has to do today, joking aside. The young man has to help his brother and Hige get rid of junk; clean; he needs to go to a college appointment to look at a campus again. Maybe he should just go to public college. How much are dorms again?
He blinked back to earth when the fork on his plate scratched audibly while Tsume collected it for him.
"I'll wash. You cooked, it's the least I can do." He slid from the stool and swiped the tableware from his boyfriend; setting them and the pan into the sink, he ran hot water into the basin, then splashed it with a squeeze of dish liquid. "You wanna help out?"
"With what?" He placed a sachet into the coffee machine for a mug of coffee.
"Moving Hige in."
"I would, but I actually had planned to do no such thing today." He smiled behind his mug hearing Toboe's laugh. "Seriously," he moved away from the counter. "I'm going over scripts."
"Any good ones?" Toboe looked about hoping for a sneak peek.
"Not sure. My agent just gave me a handful to mull over." He sipped his coffee. He went to the fridge to get some creamer.
Shaking his hands free of water, he then dried them on the dish towel once done with the chore. He paused to really look at Tsume, who was staring back. It hit them again. Together. Day two.
Toboe took in a breath. "Umm.."
"You can borrow whatever of mine will fit. I'll wash your things and return them."
He felt the red reaching his ears. He wanted to say something witty or even, dare he say, cute. But he just nodded clumsily, and then wandered upstairs.
Toboe grabbed a black pair of jeans, paired it with an olive green tee shirt then returned to the living room. "I guess I'll, um... Well, see ya later."
"Wait." He caught his boyfriend at the door.
Toboe had his breath stolen away. Because just like that, the phantom penis inside of him, turned into phantom arms around him. The hug was so pure, so out of character with the heat the older man carries for him that it felt like a cleanse for both the giver and receiver. He closed his eyes; he held Tsume just as affectionately in return.
"Are you coming back later?" Asked the faintest voice of insistence.
"Wolves couldn't stop me."
Tsume smiled. "He might. If you're not done greasing up Porky's sides to get him into your house by then."
Toboe laughed with sincere amusement. Hige was not fat. But the imagery was funny. And popping his boyfriend playfully on the gut was a good excuse to dislodge himself from melting into him. He can't live as Tomue. He still has separate things to do. But Tsume can have him all weekend.
"See ya later."
"Yeah."
Toboe raised his hand then walked out.
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"There he is!" Declared Hige upon seeing Toboe walk up the driveway. "Man of the mid-morning hour." He grinned slyly. "How was it? He screw your brains out?"
"Hige!" The Wolf brothers sniped in unison.
"What? He was at Tsume's all night." He shrugged his hand. "I'm surprised the guy isn't missing chunks of skin."
They growled, again, in unison. "Hige."
Though not embarrassed, Toboe still felt his friend should be silenced. So does Kiba. There was a sacred agreement amongst siblings of either gender mix or match. You don't talk about sex. Your are Asexual. And nieces and nephews were made by magic or wished for and brought by a Stork. Kiba shared the sentiment, as he explained the rules to his boyfriend.
"Alright, ok." Hige held up his hands in surrender. "Let's go to my house, and pack 'er up."
The trio loaded into Hige's car; Moon already called for a U-hail truck to place his things into. It was waiting for them at his house. When they arrived; the trio moved box after box filled with Hige's personal items: books, shelves, consoles, pots and pans, sneakers, winter wear, et cetera. It was all placed inside the truck. Hige had a valid license and drove over his belongings behind Toboe; who was forced into another driving practice.
Toboe walked up behind his brother during the trips back and forth in and out of the Wolf home; he gave his brother's back a comforting rub because he was momentarily frozen, looking into the bedroom that was once was occupied by their parents. It has been a long time coming. But, Kiba and Toboe talked thoroughly about it. He was ready to let go. Physically. He could never let them go mentally. Emotionally.
Kiba had taken a photo of the room. Curtains open, it was all lit up and lovely. The deep blues didn't look dark at all. The afterlife seemed ready to let go as well. Upon Toboe's suggestion, Kiba had the photo blown up, and it was framed and hung over the sofa in the living room. It could be seen as macabre. But, you don't tell anyone how to handle the grief of loss.
Today will be the first day it's newly lived in. With two people who love each other as deeply as their parents.
Toboe was happy for them. He hoped to have the same relationship as the happy pair. All comfortable and lovey-dovey. He can hardly wait to see Tsume later. It took time to unload the truck; assemble the new bed; find a place for both Kiba's and Hige's furniture. They didn't have to fight for clothing space, Hige had more than Kiba. Hige basically filled in the bald spots. The pots and pans were a nice addition to the set the Wolf brothers have owned since Kiba was a teen.
By the time they finished up, evening was approaching. The truck had been returned and the trio decided to order tacos and make it a movie night.
Toboe asked if it would spoil the mood if he invited Tsume over; to his surprise, they said to invite him. It was as if he'd won the lottery! Everything was going his way. Everything! Next thing you know he'll be having colleges fighting over him.
"Toboe, you've got mail." His brother three envelopes.
He took them into the kitchen and tore them them open. His gaze feasted upon the words with glee... that shortly faded into a frown. Rejected.
Well. At least everything was perfect. What was one set back? He dialed up Tsume, inviting him to movie night.
"Sorry, I can't come."
"Why not?"
"I have unexpected company."
"You do? Who?"
"Where do you keep the smokes?" A male voice asked in the background.
Toboe felt a lump forming in his throat. "Oh. Company."
"I'll see you tomorrow."
"...Yeah." The line went dead. Who the hell was that?!
X x X
Commentary: Thank you for reading.
And speaking of reading, StrangeRose, you don't know what a life saver you were to readers who liked my requested story Love for Seasons. I hated that story mostly because of the person who requested it turned out to be a real d-bag, weirdo. I was going to delete it that morning but then I read your review. So I kept it up. Not all readers are awful sickos. Thank you. I'll never do another Kiba and Toboe pairing again, but thank you for saying you liked it.
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