Honey Pot

Honey Pot by Hestia

Chapter 5: The Claiming

Yukihiko didn’t dress the way he normally did for a first date. He usually dressed in a very sport, prep-school style. His Honeys were typically shy, straight boys who would bolt if his clothing was as overtly sexual as his speech. His goal was usually a kiss and maybe, just maybe, to touch his Honey’s nipples, ass, or cock. Once he had been permitted touch, the next thing was to taste his Honey. For Naruse loved sucking cock. And that was where things always started to go wrong. Somehow once he’d started blowing his Honey, things rarely went farther. Logically the next step was Naruse burying himself inside his Honey’s tight little ass right after he’d swallowed the sweet boy’s cum, but in the two years he’d been here, he’d only got that far twice. And it hadn’t been as good as he’d thought. Somehow he thought sex would be like tennis—always a new challenge, always fresh, different, and exciting. But with both of those lovers, it had gotten old fast.

Two lovers in two years: that sounded good, but he’d had eight or nine Honeys before Keita. And the number of times he’d actually had sex was under a dozen. By the time Keita had transferred in to Bell Liberty, he’d been able to see he was stuck in a losing pattern. With Keita, he thought he was going to change that. But instead, he’d got stuck in the role of supportive friend and casual flirt. He hadn’t so much as kissed anyone for months until this morning, and, well, as for sex, he’d been living like a monk for over a year.

But not tonight! Tonight, he was dressing to get undressed, for sex. It was incredibly thrilling to know that no matter what he picked out of his closet, he wouldn’t scare away his date. Even if he dressed like a total slut, it wouldn’t scare away Hideaki-kun. No, Hide, the Vice President wanted to him to call him Hide. And he’d taken the liberty of calling Naruse by his first name without a single honorific, Yukihiko, without asking. Naruse shivered. No, the VP of Bell Liberty Academy wouldn’t be afraid if his date wore something sexy. Not at all. It occurred to Naruse that he couldn’t think of a single thing he could wear, say, or do that would scare away the VP. Not only that, he realized with another delightful shiver, there was probably nothing he could do to prevent this date from ending anywhere but in a bed. Or against a wall. Or on a bench or the grass. Or in the tennis clubhouse or the student council office . . .

Fuck, he was thinking like a slut! No, no sex with Hide without a bed. Shit! Sex on the first date? Only sluts had sex on the first date! But they’d already had sex of a sort—dear god, he’d let Hide give him a hand job before they even went on date! He was a slut! An easy and desperate one, too—he’d come with only a few touches of Hide’s talented hands. Oh, no, he was getting hard again! Shit! He needed to jerk off again—there was no way he was going to be brought to orgasm again so quickly tonight! A cockring! Would he dare bring such a thing on a date? God lord, what would that feel like? No, no, no! He wasn’t going to even think about such a thing!

But he was, and thinking about it made him moan. Dear god, was he really a secret slut? He was acting like one today—he’d come three times, but his body was acting as if he hadn’t had sex in a month!

He reached for his favorite blue tennis shirt—the one he’d had on earlier when Hide had jerked him off. Just looking at its blue color made him think of those wicked, wicked eyes of his new lover. Lover—oh lord, he was already thinking of Hide as his lover! And what a lover! His hair—it wasn’t just black like most Japanese men’s, it was an incredible blue-black, so blue it looked navy in certain light. Oh, god, I hope he takes me to a love hotel and doesn’t bring me back to campus, thought Naruse, as he stuffed his one hand in his mouth and let the other stroke his needy penis. I don’t want to everyone to hear me screaming. He said he’d make me scream—oh god, he was so sexy, so amazingly sexy. He’s so strong, so muscular, so powerful . . . and for some reason that had him so aroused he wasn’t even upset at the thought that he would likely be bottoming for the first time in his life soon—if not tonight, within a week, or a month at the latest.

It was weird because strong, powerful, dominating wasn’t normally what aroused Naruse. He liked cute, sweet, tiny, delicate, blushing—but he’d never practically ripped his clothes off to wank himself thinking about one of his little bishounens! And his cock seemed to think bishies were definitely less exciting than Hideaki-kun, no, Hide, Hide, his lover. And his ass—oh lord, he’d never before been so conscious of his ass muscles and how it felt as his asshole contracted and released. Would his Hide try to touch him there?

Suddenly, his mind was overwhelmed with images: Hide fucking him, fucking his ass, with his back up against the lockers in the tennis clubhouse and his naked legs wrapped around that big body; Hide slamming into him from behind, his hand stroking his cock, all under the shower where he washed every day after practice; Hide underneath him on his bed, looking at him with those wicked blue eyes, as Naruse rode him, slamming his body down on his cock. Back arching, Naruse’s cock exploded again, and his head thrashed back and forth. Oh, god, that should do it--he shouldn’t have a drop of cum left in his body now. Damn! The time! Still weak from that intense orgasm, Naruse forced himself to get up.

A little later, he looked into the mirror, satisfied. Instead of his usual first date attire—Dockers, an Oxford button-down, and his favorite green sweater vest--he was wearing a tight green shirt with more buttons undone than done and a pair of black dress pants that hugged his ass just right. His hair was loose over his shoulders, and he’d used mascara to make his long eyelashes look even longer. God, he looked like he’d just come! His lips were swollen, his eyes shining, his cheeks flushed, his skin a little sweaty, and his hair around his scalp just a bit damp.

And then there was a knock at his door. He opened the door and just stood there stunned. The Vice President of BL’s Student Council wasn’t wearing a tie. He was in a blue shirt the color of his eyes and a navy suit that was the color of his hair. His glasses glinted, and he looked sophisticated and cool, like a GQ model. Naruse felt suddenly naked as his deep blue eyes looked at him intensely. He knew he was blushing, and he was having trouble making his mouth form words.

Hide reached out, grasped his hand, and jerked him forward, kissing him quickly on the lips. His other hand came up and trailed down a piece of Naruse’s hair. When he reached the little curl at the end, he pulled the strand to his lips and kissed it. Naruse let out a little mewl and trembled.

“Invite me in for a minute, Yukihiko,” he said.

Naruse managed to nod and let Hide guide him backwards into his room. He watched dazed as his door was shut and locked, and then those big strong hands went right to his pants. Naruse gasped, shocked. This, no, no, “No, please, no,” he managed to say. But his pants and underwear were already pulled down, and his cock, the foolish slut, was rock hard again. He suddenly tried to pull away, panicking for real.

“If you move, this might hurt. Don’t panic, Sweetheart, it’s just a cockring.” Naruse froze at Hide’s words, but his penis didn’t—it leaped in that big hand like a wild thing. And then the ring was tight around the base of his penis, and his underwear was being pulled up and his pants zipped.

“Please, no, no, don’t do this, Hide,” he pleaded.

“It’s for your own good, Sweetheart. Dinner and drinks, then some discussion. I thought you wanted some promises first, but if you’re such a slut you want sex, not a date, I’m willing to accommodate you.”

“No! I—“ Naruse paused, confused. “I don’t know why body is reacting like this. I’ve never had this problem before.” He looked up from the blue shirt to Hide’s face and gasped. Nakajima’s face under his navy hair looked frightening. Everything seemed to slow down for the blonde. He watched as the Vice President’s mouth slowly opened—

There was a bang on the door, and then Shunsuke’s voice could be heard calling, “Hey, Yukihiko, are you in there?”

“Get your things,” said Hide, turning and opening the door.

“Nakajima-san!” Taki’s eyes went wide, and his mouth hung open.

“I’m taking Yukihiko on a date. Don’t keep him long. I’ll be downstairs waiting,” he said with one glance back that made Naruse shiver.

Taki whistled and said, “Hot damn, he’s going to eat you alive tonight! But, what a way to go! Are you sure you want to go through with this? And since when are you two using first names?”

The bolt of jealousy that swept through Naruse at Taki’s words was unexpected and painful. “He’s mine, Shunsuke, don’t even think about it!”

“What? I wasn’t serious! My god, I wouldn’t—he scares me! Doesn’t he scare you? Have you thought this through, Yukihiko? He isn’t one of your Honey’s!”

No, he wasn’t, and Naruse’s body knew that—his cock in its ring throbbed, and his ass muscles squeezed and released in a fluttery way.

“I have to go; he’ll be mad if I make him wait. Don’t worry, Shunsuke, I know what I’m doing.”

“It’s your funeral,” said the redhead, “Good luck!”

Naruse picked up with small briefcase he’d packed with his change of clothing and avoided looking at his friend’s face. Shunsuke’s shocked curse made him blush, but his hands weren’t shaking anymore. He locked the door and headed downstairs. Half the tennis team seemed to be visiting his dorm tonight, and an inordinate number of students were lingering in the halls and sprawled on the tan sofas of the dorm lounge. But then his eyes met Hide’s blue, smoldering ones behind those sexy little glasses of his, and he forgot everything but the fact that this handsome guy was taking him out.

To his shock, Hide had borrowed Endo’s car. He did everything that Naruse always did for his Honey’s—he took the blonde’s bag, opened the door for him, and helped him in. As they drove off campus, Hide complemented him on his clothing and hair, on the lunch he had made for him, and asked about Naruse’s preferences in food and music. He asked about the upcoming tennis matches that the club would be playing against a rival academy, and Naruse found himself relaxing enough to chat, despite his constant awareness of his cock, confined by Hide’s ring. It was surreal being driven by Nakajima Hideaki, the aloof and intimidating VP, being pampered and complemented as if the man hadn’t ruthlessly half-stripped him and put this kinky sex toy on him. Naruse felt odd, like his body was light and might float if the seat belt wasn’t holding him down. It occurred to him then that he felt small, pretty, delicate, and a little scared, not to mention, immensely aroused. None of those feelings were normal for him. He found himself playing with his hair, twisting one curl around his finger, and rubbing it against his lips.

“That hair, those fingers, those lips are mine,” said Hide abruptly. “I want to hear you tell me that.”

“Hideaki,” began Naruse, nervously.

“Hide.”

“Hide,” said Naruse correcting himself, his voice shaky and weak, “my hair and my, ah, my . . .”

“Tell me,” came the command.

“ . . . belong to you,” finished Naruse in a whisper.

“Again, louder.”

“My hair, my lips, my hands . . .” Those blue eyes flashed a look over at him, making Naruse give a little cry and shake.

“Tell me, or I’ll make you shout it out in the restaurant.”

Oh god ! Oh god! Naruse whimpered and shivered, gasping out, “I’m yours, I’m all yours, I swear.”

“Very pretty, Sweetheart, very pretty.”

Naruse’s body shook again.

“It’s a good think I put that cockring on you, or you’d have come in your pants by now, I think. Such a slut you are, Sweetheart! But my slut, all mine.”

And then that jealousy suddenly flared up in Naruse again—that image of Nakajima licking Shunsuke behind the shed was in his mind in full color. “You’re the slut! Licking Shunsuke! Biting his ear! You better not break your promise to me!” Infuriatingly, Hide just smiled. Naruse tossed his head and looked out the window on his side, frowning and furious.

“My tongue is all for you, Sweetheart, only for you. Do you want any other part of my body, Yukihiko?”

“Yes! I want your mouth, your hands, your hair, your—“ Oh, dear, god what was he saying?

“My?”

“You know, don’t make me say it!”

“You really know how to inflame me, don’t you? How can I not want to hear your desires, your slutty little desires, said aloud? If you don’t tell me what you want, I’ll feel free to give it away to away to anyone that catches my eye.”

“No! Not one bit!”

“One bit of what?”

“Your hair, your hair is extraordinary; it’s almost navy. I don’t want any one but me touching your hair—any of your hair, anywhere on your body.”

As Naruse watched, Nakajima suddenly seemed to be having a little trouble breathing. He licked his lips once and said in a low, intense voice, “All my hair is yours, Yukihiko.”

“Your lips and hands, Hide, I don’t want anyone but me to touch them. You can’t kiss anyone else; you can’t touch anyone else but me.”

“I have to shake hands sometimes, and I might just have to punch someone, sometimes.”

“No intimate touching,” clarified Naruse.

“My lips are yours, and my hands will only intimately touch your body, Yukihiko, I promise. Are you satisfied, Sweetheart?”

“No! I want more,” said Naruse, his cock jerking wildly. He could see a drop of sweat on Hide’s temple, and he wanted to lick it so badly. “Give me more,” he asked with a little whimper.

“No, no more of this! No more slutty talk, or I’ll drive you to a love hotel right now, and all you’ll get for dinner is my cock, and all you’ll get to drink is my cum! If you want that seafood, you’d better start talking about your classes, tennis, or the weather, right now.”

“Yes, sir,” squawked Naruse and then was mortified. He sounded like the Ozawa twins! The twins, he could talk about the twins. The twins led back to the tennis team in general, and somehow that topic lasted the rest of the ride and through most of dinner. Then Hide brought up Ito-kun and the issue of what club he would join, and surprisingly they were able to talk about that without too much embarrassment. It was odd not calling Keita his Honey anymore, but the first time the term had almost slipped out, Hide’s eyes had fixed on his, and Naruse found himself unable to use the endearment.

Suddenly it was time to leave the restaurant, and the blonde found himself unable to talk. Were they really going for drinks? Or were they going to a hotel? He had never, never been so horny in his life. His cock had been hard for the whole ride to the restaurant and most of the dinner. When he’d stood to go to the restroom, Hide had given him a look that made him sit down again. He was so aroused, he couldn’t walk, let alone pee. But then when it was time to leave the restaurant, Hide had smiled at him and held out his hand, and he just let himself be flown away. Flown away—yes, that’s what it felt like, he thought in the car again. He had that odd light feeling again, and everything seemed sort of distant, everything but Hide.

Then they were at a club, and Naruse just let Hide control him. He was beyond speech, his cock aching and wet, his nipples hard against his shirt, his ass contracting again. The elevator door shut, and Hide leaned over saying, “This is your punishment for teasing me in the car, little slut. You’re nipples are so hard, I can see them through your shirt. They’re begging me to squeeze them.”

And then he did. Oh god, those fingers pinched his nipples, and he cried out and writhed like he was coming, but he couldn’t. “Ah, that sensitive, little slut? Do you need me, Sweetheart? Do you need my cock in your ass?”

Naruse cried out again, his back arching and head tossing. “That sounds like a yes. When you are ready to beg, I’ll take you to a hotel,” said his tormentor. There was a soft bing, and the elevator doors slid open.

He tried to take in the club—the wood floors, the robin’s egg blue walls, the bar, the framed records, the stage, the trio playing—but somehow all he could focus on was Hide. The soft, sort of aqua color of the walls make the pure, rich blue of Hide’s eyes stand out. The saxophone was wailing, crying out his pain and desire, the piano keys providing a counterpoint that seemed to promise relief, laughter, pleasure, while the bass echoed his loneliness and need. And Hide’s voice, his voice, that was what Naruse clung to, focused on. It played him, making him respond like the instruments on the stage. He blushed, trembled, panted, and spoke as Hide wanted. When Hide told him to beg, he begged. And then, then, they were in the car again. Later he couldn’t remember anything of the ride, of the hotel—it was as if the minute he had whispered, “Please, please fuck me, Hide, please,” he had been transported from sitting at a table in a jazz club to this little room with the big king bed.

He had been beyond shame, no pride left, the need to come making him cry. Hide had carried him to the bed, stripped off his clothes, whispering words that sounded like promises and praise, but he wasn’t able to understand them. And then, two of Hide’s fingers had been in his mouth as he was spreading his legs, arching up, crying, and begging. Then those long fingers slid into his ass, the cockring was released, and he came.

“Came”—that didn’t do what happened justice, for he’d never had an orgasm like this one before. It was more like dying—he understood perfectly why the French called orgasm the little death. The pleasure was so intense he left his body and felt like he was hovering near the ceiling watching himself. There was a moment, a moment of blackness, of nothingness, and he panicked in his body as his heart and lungs seemed to be failing. Everything happened so slowly—he was sure he had spilled out sperm for ten minutes or more, but gradually he could understand Hide’s words, and phrases like “five seconds” and “a minute” seemed to suggest that his sense of time was wrong.

Then Hide’s mouth was on his nipples, his fingers moving inside him, and Naruse’s hands began tugging at his clothing, and his mouth was able to make words again, saying the words he knew his lover wanted to hear, saying them not because he needed to come, but because he needed to feel claimed, to feel closer, to know his lover was as lost in this pleasure as he was. “Hide, please, please, I need you, I need you inside me, now,” he begged.

He cried and pleaded as that amazing body pulled away, but the sight of that suit and shirt being removed, his first look at all of his lover’s body, and in particular, at his thick, veined cock—looking at that silenced his voice. That cock, that penis, that dick—it was a man’s, not a boy’s, bigger than any of his other lover’s, bigger than any of the dozen or so cocks he’d sucked on in his life. And he needed to taste it, now. He struggled to get up, half dragging himself and half crawling across the bed. His limbs wouldn’t work, and he collapsed on the bed, rolling on his back, hanging his head off the side of the bed, looking over at Hide.

“Feed me your cock, Hide,” he begged. And then with a curse, his lover was there, his hands twisting in his long blonde hair, his cock sliding down into his throat, his balls bouncing on his nose and cheeks, his asshole there above his eyes. He’d never sucked cock like this, never, and he could take this big thing deeper than he’d thought. It slid down his throat as if it was meant to go there, and the smell, the smell of Hide’s body was the sexiest scent in the world. He sucked and hummed, listening to Hide curse and moan, feeling his hands tugging on his hair, his legs trembling. Then he was trying to pull away, but Naruse wouldn’t let him—the arms that could smash a tennis ball as fast as any man in Japan tightened and held. He swallowed and sucked, wanting it all, wanting to absorb every bit of his lover he could. And his ears that hadn’t been working right all night could hear every gasp and cry that came out of Hide’s mouth.

“Yuki, damn you, let me see your face!” And the tug on his hair hurt as he was spun a bit. He looked up at Hide, still tasting him in his mouth, still feeling the after effect of that earlier orgasm, but already hard again, ready for more. Hide picked him up, moving his body to the center of the bed, pulling his knees up and apart. Naruse moaned and shook. “If you ever look at another man the way you’re looking at me now, I’ll kill you. You’re mine, now.”

He was serious, deadly serious, and it should have been frightening. But Naruse arched up, whimpering, and his lover cursed and rose up from the bed. But then he was back, cool lube on his fingers, which thrust into Naruse’s ass, making him start to beg again. Hide snarled, and then his cock was there, pushing into Naruse hard and fast, but just far enough for the head of his cock to pop past that tight ring of muscle. He screamed, the sudden burst of pain shocking him. For a minute, he thought all of Naruse had slid inside him, but as his ass contracted wildly, he realized that it was barely inside. But he was spread so wide around it, it was huge, it was in him, Hide was in him. It wouldn’t fit, it would never fit, and he panicked, convulsing and crying out, “You’re too big, you’ll kill me, you’ll kill me with that big dick of yours!”

“It will fit, baby, it will fit. I promise you. If it went down your throat, it can go up your ass. Naruse! Calm down! We’ll go slow!”

He could feel more lube dripping around his stretched asshole, and Hide’s voice flowed over him. “One more inch, baby, and we’ll rest. Are you ready?”

Hide was straining, sweating, and Naruse nodded. He pushed in another inch, and it was ok. Then another, after a pause, and little by little Hide’s cock penetrated him until he had five or six more inches in him. There Naruse could take no more. Hide pushed gently, but Yukihiko was clamped down. “You’re too wide, too long; there’s no more room!”

“Lift up and push down, and it will go.”

“I can’t!”

“Please, baby, please,” said Hide, and hearing his lover beg, Naruse pulled up his knees further and pushed down. Hide leaned forward and with a cry was buried to the hilt. Yukihiko was too full, impossibly full, and he thought he was in pain, but as he thrashed, shook, and helplessly tried to push Hide out, he started to come. Hide began thrusting in him, and even as Naruse came, he begged him to be fast. He was.

And then it was over, and he was going to lose it all over the bed. He managed to leap up and make it to the bathroom, to the toilet, before he let go. When he got up, his ass was still contracting, hurting a bit, and he was a little shocked to see only a tiny bit of shit in the toilet with Hide’s cum. It had felt like a lot more coming out. He suddenly realized, looking at the embarrassing mess in the toilet bowl, that they hadn’t used a condom. He was going to die of Aids if sex didn’t kill him first! This, this was too disgusting! This had never happened when he had fucked any one! He scrubbed his hands frantically. He heard the shower go on and looked over to see his lover in the shower washing his cock and hands, still wearing his glasses. He had the showerhead tilted, so the water wasn’t hitting them.

“You didn’t even take off your glasses! How could you! And you didn’t stretch me enough! You got me so worked up, I let you fuck me bare and unprepared! You jerk! How could you do that, Nakajima?”

A look of pain transformed Hide’s face, and he sighed and turned off the water. Naruse swallowed, looking at his beautiful body with the water dripping off it. Hide took his glasses off, setting them carefully on the counter. He pulled the distraught blonde into his arms, holding him until he stilled. “I was a virgin,” he said, his body trembling just a little. “I’m sorry it was so bad for you. I’m clean, Naruse.”

Oh!

Naruse felt the anger draining from him as if he was a popped balloon. He sniffed, trying to justify his harsh words, saying defensively, “You should have know your cock is too big to fuck me without an, without—oh, god, Hide, Hide—hold me, please.” He couldn’t bear it. Hide had said “Naruse” so coldly, so distantly, as if he was back to being nothing but another student at Bell Liberty to him. Naruse’s pride didn’t matter. He wanted his Hide back, the one that called him Sweetheart and Darling. “Please, Hide,” he begged again, and those big arms suddenly swung him up as if he was a little tiny thing.

“Ah, baby, pretty baby, I’ll make it up to you,” promised his Hide in that special tone, making Naruse’s desire reawaken even though his ass still hurt. “Next time, I’ll make sure to clean you out, to stretch you nice and slowly, and wear a condom.”

Next time? Would there be a next time? Would his proud lover be willing to risk such embarrassment again? How would he, no either of them, stand worrying about it until then? “No way! You’re not getting out of this room without fucking me again, Lover!” said Naruse, aggression back in his voice. But as Hide set him down on the bed, the pain in his ass made him add in a sweeter voice, “Just give me a half hour or so, Hide, and then I want you to finger me and stretch me slowly with that ring on me, so I won’t come too soon. Then, then you can put that huge dick of yours back inside me. I think I’m empty enough for it to fit, now.”

“What about a condom?” asked Hide, turning Naruse’s head so he could see those big dark blue eyes without any glasses in front of them. Naruse gasped, and his chest started heaving. His ass was sore but was contracting again, and he could feel just a little bit of blood starting to pool in his cock. Those eyes, those wicked eyes, oh, god, he was a sucker for beautiful blue eyes!

“Answer the question, Sweetheart. Do you want me to use a condom when I fuck you with my big cock?”

“It’s too late, now, to worry about that,” said Naruse, turning his head away, his heart beating like mad. A part of him couldn’t believe how turned on he was by all this dirty talk. It was hard to believe that he was calmly discussing getting fucked as if he had been an uke all his life. But thrilling, oh, god, thrilling—it was like playing tennis with a professional, a superstar. He was being stretched, forced to grow, and feeling that rush of knowing he was taking himself farther than he’d been before.

“So you want me to come inside you, to fill you with my cum again?”

Naruse moaned. Oh, he was going to be stretched in more ways that one by the time the morning came!

“I need to hear it, little slut, I need to hear you say it, or you won’t get it,” said that voice that made him melt.

“Please, Hide,” he said.

“Please what? Please suck these little nipples that are so hard? Is that what you want? Are you a slutty boy that wants his nipples pinched and licked, pretty one?”

“Hide,” moaned Naruse pushing his chest up at him. “Yes, yes.”

“Ah, that’s my dirty little Yuki-chan,” said Hide as his mouth descended to Naruse’s chest, his teeth gentle catching one nipple between them.

“Hide!” screamed Naruse, bucking up, desire already making him forget everything that had happened. His mind went blank, and he could only respond to every play that his lover made.

This time when Hide finally had pushed in as far as he could go, Naruse was crying and screaming from need not pain. It wasn’t at all like the first time—it was slow and sensual—well, at least at the beginning. And afterwards, afterwards there was no fleeing and fighting. There was gentleness and sweetness, followed by whispers so romantic it made Naruse cry a little until Hide’s fingers pinched one nipple hard, shocking him into silence. Then Hide pulled him close, spooning behind him. His fingers teased Naruse, making him squirm and wiggle a little before falling still. The arm over him grew heavy, and Hide’s breathing deepened. Naruse lay there, his hair trapped under his lover, his body held tight, his asshole feeling sore and strange, and his nipples tingly, almost itchy. A little cum was leaking out of his asshole, too. Thank god, tomorrow the team didn’t have morning practice!

It was going to be rough, leading the team run after lunch. But he didn’t regret it, not one bit of it. This time he hadn’t got his Honey; no, this time, he’d gotten the whole honey pot. And he didn’t care if he ended up a sticky, dripping mess every night—he wasn’t going to let go. Hide shifted, and without waking, his fingers pinched Naruse’s nipple again, and he made a little satisfied noise before settling back down. Let go, be let go--semantics! Smiling, Naruse let Hide’s breathing lull him to sleep. The next date, they would go dancing. Or to that sweet shop, the one where he’d tried to take Keita. Or back to that club—it was clear Hide liked that club. And that music, Naruse had liked that music. By the time sleep claimed him, Naruse Yukihiko had already planned dates months ahead. But had he known, Hide wouldn't have minded. No, he wouldn't have minded at all because he was already thinking in terms of years. After all, planning was something he was good at, very good at.