Part 2
They had been doing so well, almost entering into the final leg, but they didn’t do well enough to beat the other team. They had been tensed throughout the second half of the game; never having able to set the match back at their pace, and no one had been able to lift the team’s spirits. I could have done something, I knew I could have, but instead, I was sitting at the bleachers, helpless to do anything as I saw my team lost before my eyes. My hands were tight fists ground onto my thighs. I had been fisting them so hard that the skin over my knuckles had been stretched so taut, it went white in colour. And I knew rather than felt, that my whole body had been shaking. He had been next to me, in his team’s training colours and outfit, sitting apart from his team.
After that, he had taken me to this hilly area overlooking the prefecture of Kanagawa instead of driving me back home. I was still too bitter about the loss to make any comments. I was actually more bitter about the fact that I could’ve been down there and change things but could not because of my stupid legs, I honestly felt that way, I was so mad with myself, then. I wanted to kill the guy who did this to me even though he’s already doing time in prison and has his license revoked for life. I wanted to bang my head against something, and the windshield ahead of me was very tempting, despite the seatbelt I still had on.
It was then that I felt the brunt of the consequence of that accident. Of my legs not being able to move. Realizing that I wasn’t able to play anymore was one thing, but sitting there, watching a game that you could have been in and helped change from loss to victory, your body literally ringing with the desire to /play/, but yet, circumstances were holding you back, pinning you onto your seat, that if you even so much as attempt to get up from your seat, you’d just fall flat on your face. The helpless feeling I had felt then had been overbearing. I was drowning in it, and I gather that was why I had been shaking so badly that he had to wheel me out even before the game was officially declared over with the shaking of hands between the players of the two teams.
I was still shaking slightly from the pained and desperate feeling in my heart, and I knew right then and there, that my actions would finally obey my brain and I’m going to start screaming and shouting anytime with one tiny side of me still desperately holding the reigns back. It was a precarious situation to be in, and one touch was all it took to send me into a venting fit. He chose to bring me out not by touch, but by words. He asked me to let it out, to just let it all out. He wasn’t even looking at me when he said that and I had a sudden unexplainable and irrational feeling of hatred towards him. Not him specifically, but he was there. I had stubbornly bit back on my lips, not wanting to let go of whatever little self-control I still had over myself, clinging on desperately to it, biting back the scream that was just at the back of my throat. I knew that once I let it out, I wouldn’t be able to stop. It was months and months’, close to a year’s of pent up frustration and it was then that my body was willing itself to let it all out, my heart warring with my mind to just let go. I was stubborn, though, and I was disillusioned about this thing called self-control so I held back as hard as I could, my shoulders were shaking so badly that I could feel them but not stop them. That was hardly self-control but I wasn’t thinking so clearly then.
I could feel tears coming down on my face but still I was stubbornly biting on my lips. I never knew that I had enough emotions to ever be pent up and boil over but there’s no other way to explain the feeling of being about to burst in my heart. I wanted to let go so bad that my mind was beginning to hurt. All of a sudden I was feeling constricted, cramped in within the claustrophobic space in the car. I had to get out. I had to get away. My mind didn’t register that I won’t be getting anywhere far without my wheelchair, and that was in the trunk. All I knew then was that I had to get out. Out. /Out./
So without thinking, I clawed at the door release and opening it, I just fell out onto the ground, the blanket that had been on my lap falling to the ground as well. I had to stop there to gather my breath and wits, the fall had just knocked them all to the four winds, the frosty early winter breeze biting at my skin and it was then that it came back to me vaguely that I can’t move my legs. I settled for using my arms to drag myself away. I must have been a pathetic sight. I had to get away fast. I was feeling stifled. My mind didn’t even register the freezing ground that my hand was clawing upon to drag my body away, further and further from the stifling warmth in the car. I must not have gotten very far for the next thing I know I felt a pair of encompassing arms from behind me, pulling me back against a solid body, and holding me there in an embrace. I was not exactly in my right mind so I struggled in a panicked state of mind to get away from the stifling hold, only gasping and breathing harshly, no sound ever escaping my throat. The person behind me didn’t relinquish his hold on me, but instead tightened his arms around me and pulling me back tighter into himself, offering warmth, and whispering something repeatedly to me.
My mind found that soothing, so my body, no longer in my conscious control, slacked in his arms, tears beginning to come out in abandon. I vaguely realized that this was the first time I was crying since what happened and I knew then that the letting out of the boiling emotions in my heart was inevitable. I was feeling strangely calm then, though actually a mild prelude of what would be a sudden onslaught of screamed words and tears that was to come. It was then that I said the few words that I knew wouldn’t change anything, but still needed to be said for my sanity.
So, I told him. I told him in a strangely calm and monotonous voice, devoid of emotions. I told him that I wanted my legs back.
Wanting the function of it back would have been more accurate but at that time, it didn’t make much of a difference to me. What mattered was that I badly wanted to be able to play basketball again and I can’t even f**king feel my legs, for all the good they were still attached to my body. I said again and again, tears a steady stream down my face, that I wanted my legs back, that I wanted to play again, that I missed playing, that if given a second chance, I won’t take things for granted again. I begged whoever’s listening to me then, visible or invisible, to please give me back the use of my legs. I would do anything. I apologized, I pleaded and I begged, and from there, it got more violent. I was practically screaming out my frustrations, letting out all that have been inside me, I think I even grabbed his jacket at one point and swung him silly back and forth, he had been kneeling down to my height, but he never made a move to stop me. I beat my fists on his chest and shoulders, and that must’ve hurt somewhat, as I was a full-grown guy and not some heartsick girl pounding her fists against a strong guy’s chest. He was strong, but so was I. I don’t know how I ended up being enfolded in his arms, my head buried into his chest and his chin resting on top of my head, but my steam had run out by then and I was only sobbing in earnest, wetting his training jacket with my tears and Lord knows whatever else. My heart still hurt but there was a calm relief that I’ve never felt before. I couldn’t understand that feeling but I didn’t feel like analyzing it either. I just felt, emptied, cried out and comfortable deep in his embrace. Even my shoulders have stopped shaking, it’s just slumped and relaxed now.
Then at that moment, as my mind cleared, I realized exactly /whose/ chest I had been leaning and crying into. Comfort quickly turned into embarrassment and I struggled out of the embrace and pushed him away. He fell back, looking rather dazed. Then he blinked and refocused his gaze on me. I was by then too embarrassed to say anything. I have vented and thrown a tantrum like a little kid in front of him, my friend and ex-rival, and then I had frigging /cried/, not in front of him, that would be bad enough, but into his chest, onto his jacket, and he had hugged me to himself. What did that all mean?
I quickly rubbed at my face with the sleeves of my own jacket coat and looked away, unable to meet his eyes, trying vainly to gather back whatever shreds of dignity I had left. seating there sprawled. He crawled a little ways over to me on his hands and knees and sat kneeling on his knees and calves, right in front of me. I felt his hands on my shoulder for a moment, me feeling uncompelled to shake them off, liking the comforting feeling of his hands on me, despite my still present embarrassment. Then he moved one of his hands away from my shoulder to put it under my chin and lifted my face to make me meet his gaze. I knew then how pathetic I must have looked to him. How weak.
What he did next stunned me into total inaction, and I still couldn’t believe that he had done it even today, as I’m writing this. He had on a sad, sad, smile, his eyes soft with some secret emotion, and I was so busy looking into them that I hadn’t noticed his face coming nearer and nearer to mine to finally rest his lips against mine. And then he started kissing me. It was soft, gentle and undemanding and I was still so frozen in shock that I could neither respond nor reject. I just sat there like a statue as he kept on kissing me. I don’t know what made me do it but when his tongue started grazing along my lips, warm and wet, requesting entry, it just seemed natural that I allow it to come in. I parted my lips to let his tongue slide in, feeling it inside me, at the roof of my mouth, and seeking a response from me. My own tongue quivered upwards in response and then he took the lead and lapped at my tongue. Before long, my thoughts left me as I slowly learned to kiss back with his gentle guidance, his fingers an omnipresence support on my chin.
We kissed a while more, then he gently parted from me, leaving me breathless and gasping in lungful after lungful of cold air. His lips were now on my forehead, kissing me gently there before looking at me, a serious look on his face I’ve never seen before aside from when his team’s stuck in a pinch during a match.
“Kaede…”
I almost did a double take as he called me by my first name. Very few called me that. I could only clearly remember my own mother who still did. Even he had been amiably calling me Rukawa-kun all this while.
I felt blood rush up to my cheeks again at what we’d just done and lowered my gaze, tipping my head embarrassedly downwards. I didn’t know what it was that I was feeling, all I knew was that it just felt right and yet all of a sudden, I felt so shy. It vaguely registered to me that we were both guys but I couldn’t explain why I was feeling strangely unbothered by that fact.
It was also maybe about then that I gave up the wish to get married and have kids someday.
“That was why I wanted to spend time with you, Kaede.”
I looked up both in surprise and incomprehension, unconsciously able to meet his gaze.
“You were always questioning me why, now that’s why. I like you, Kaede. A lot. To a point that I think I more than just like you…”
“Sendoh…”
“…this may sound old and cliché, and I know full well that we’re both guys, but this just seem so /right/ from the moment I started having these feelings for you.”
I could only search his face, his words not fully sinking in yet as the gears in my head did overtime to process the information.
“And I don’t think, I /know/, that I’ve fallen in love with you. And being with you all these months, only confirmed to me that you are the one for me…and I…I for you…”
My brain was really struggling now as I could only look blankly and stupidly at him.
“So, Kaede, if you don’t mind, I want for us to be more than friends. I want us to be…lovers…or at least, more than just friends…”
I could feel my mouth opening, wanting to say something, but my mind came out with nothing, only drawing a blank, and my mouth closed again of its own accord, not having anything to say.
“I hope I’m not moving too fast, and that you won’t think I’m presumptuous but…”
He took out something from his pocket, a tiny box of some sort, opened it, and took out something rather round and shiny from within it.
“I bought this sometime back, waiting for the perfect moment to put it on you.”
Without further ado, my head and eyes could only dumbly follow his actions, he took my limp right hand and slipped the…ring…I can see that now…with some sort of design etched onto it…firmly onto my fourth finger. It was a suspiciously exact fit.
Fourth, finger…what did it mean, then?
“Platinum represents eternity, infinity…the previous is how long I want us to be together, the latter representing what I feel for you.”
And he showed me his left hand, on the same finger as the one he just slid onto my hand, was its match.
I finally found my voice.
“Sen…Sendoh…what’s the meaning of all this…?”
“I thought I just told you, I want you to be mine. Be mine?”
I was about to open my mouth to protest when he held out a finger to my lips.
“I love you, Kaede. Nothing is going to change that. Everything that you are, I love them all. I want to be by your side when the good things happen, and I want to be by your side when the bad things do, I want to be here for you when you can finally walk again, I want to be here for you even as you are unable to walk. I love all of you, and I wouldn’t change one single thing about you that isn’t changed by time or fate itself.”
I never thought that this could be possible but he actually looked adoringly up at me. I could recognize that look anywhere. I’ve seen enough of it back before…before this. But to see it on his face really stopped me in my tracks in whatever I was about to say. He had now shifted both his hands to take both of mine into his, his fingers rubbing warmth into my cold, gloveless digits.
“It’s not a matter of deservedness, love can’t just be bound by that one simple rule. But even if it has to be judged from that perspective, then regardless of what you think, Kaede, you deserve it. Heck, I think I deserve you. I love you too much to let anything or anyone come between us. I can be very single-minded, too…and if you call me Sendoh again, and not Akira, I’m going to tickle you silly right here…”
I was speechless . Almost.
“But…but that’s not fair, I’m—“
“What’s not fair? I’ve got one as well, a handicap. My weakness. But it’s also my strength as well. You, Kaede. Now, if you don’t want to be tickled stupid, and it’s /not/ as if you can’t fight back, you call me Akira-chan. Now.”
“Wait—wait a minute. The ‘chan’ thing wasn’t there just now--”
He stretched his fingers menacingly before me and I think I very visibly and audibly gulped.
“You’re trying my patience, my dearest Kaede….”
But I was a stubborn mule. I had to learn things the hard way. I had never backed down from being challenged, and I had never conceded to being made to do things. I had never thought that this line of thought would be such a grievous mistake in this situation.
We had a tickling/wrestling match right there, outside, in the cold and dark, several meters away from the warmth of the car, with the panoramic view of Kanagawa below us, over at the hill. I know he succeeded in making me cry out his first name with the ‘chan’ affixed to it several times. No easy feat, that, but he did it. And it stuck. He made sure it did. I have no idea how it ended with him being on top of me and then leaning down for another kiss, which I responded to almost immediately this time.
And then I realized. That life the past few months hadn’t really sucked at all. And maybe, I figured, it was going to get better from here.
It’s a wonder we didn’t develop any frostbite from being out in the open too long when we got back that night. My mother had been worried sick and when she saw the state we were in, all mussed up and windblown (though I think she secretly knew why...that smile he had on was bright enough to give everything away), she demanded for him to stay the night as well. That evening will forever be etched deep into my memories, for sure.
I still wanted my legs to work again and I still have bouts of depression about my inability to walk, but as I mentioned, the future is not set. It’s time I lived in the present, and look ahead whenever need be.
I still wish
I could walk again, though. Becau--
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Kaede felt assaulted from behind as he was busy writing. He gasped in shock at the impact.
Akira gave Kaede a mock annoyed look before kneeling down in front of Kaede, smiling and brought Kaede’s forehead to his lips to be kissed lovingly.
“I love you so much, Kaede…”
Kaede smiled.
“I guess…I do, too…”
The mock insincerity in Kaede’s tone brought a playful frown to Akira’s features. Then he broke into a mischievous grin, a happy twinkle in his eyes.
“I know you’re at your most sincere when you are pretending not to be, Kaede...”
Kaede rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. “Ugh, you’re insufferable, Sendoh Akira.”
Akira didn’t miss the faint blush that was on Kaede’s cheeks as he smiled and caressed the faintly warm cheeks with gentle fingers.
Kaede talked a lot more and moved a lot more than he usually did when he was with Akira. He was in high spirits, since the back surgery he had undergone two months before was a tremendous success. He still couldn’t walk yet, far from it, but at least he has regained feel of his legs. The panel of doctors and surgeons somehow managed to get the to nerves work again and to respond to his brain again. His spine wasn’t strong enough yet to support his weight standing up, so walking was still impossible, but the important thing was, he’s getting there, and Akira made him realize this, his gradual progress and improving state, never letting him forget. Kaede also knew better to push himself and have things end up worse then they were. A lesson well learned from a former team-mate.
Akira grinned wolfishly as he looked at Kaede.
“Kaede-chan…do you remember what day today is?”
Kaede blinked and gave Akira a blank look.
Akira’s shoulder’s visibly slumped in disappointment, his expression turning forlorn.
“I told you before, marked it on your calendar, even.” Akira gestured to the table calendar on Kaede's desk, a distinct black red circle can be seen marked on today's date. “You really don’t remember?”
Kaede smirked playfully and shrugged. Akira grinned in understanding and poked lightly at Kaede’s nose.
“You do, you little tease. And now that you’ve regained feeling here…”
Akira looked up at Kaede suggestively as he trailed a finger down one blanketed thigh, knowing full well that Kaede was now able to feel it. He wondered if it had the desired effect, though.
Kaede’s
eyes followed the finger’s trail and blushed at the meaning behind Akira’s
words. It had the desired effect, Akira smirked.
Akira, without warning, suddenly scooped Kaede up and abandoning the wheelchair, the journal on the seat of it, and the fallen blanket, and moved towards their shared bed. Kaede had to put his hands around Akira to hold on for dear life, what with Akira’s height causing the ground to suddenly swoosh down and appear very far away. He then placed Kaede gently down on the sheets of the huge bed, not wanting to jolt the younger man’s frail spine as he did.
“To commemorate our half-year anniversary. We’ll have to go slow and gentle, ne, Kaede…”
Kaede only smiled seductively from his position.
“You’re trying to make it hard for me to maintain my control? Hmm…you’re a weasely one. You’ve been reading up on some things?”
Kaede’s features held a dark suggestive smirk.
“Hmm…no. I’m going to have to go slow with you. Not only is it your first time, this is about your back as well. I’ll try to make this as comfortable for you as possible, OK?”
A roll of the eyes as Kaede drop his sensual act.
“Yes, /daddy/. You’re no fun, Aki…”
Akira shuddered.
“God, as much as I love kink, incestual overtones isn’t my cup of tea, I’m afraid. And fun’s fun. Right now, you’re not ready for /that/ kind of fun yet. But I’ll show you that going slow can be equally as fun. Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it, Kaede. And I think it’s better if the first time for a person, especially you, is a gentle and loving experience…but, damn, you’re really turning me on, Kaede…”
“Blah, blah, come on, Aki-/chaaaan/…”
Akira sucked in his breath as Kaede’s body laid stretched out and willing before him. Kaede, the little tease, was wiggling his finger in a ‘come here’ way as he drawled out the affectionate affixation.
“Well, then…”
Akira began to slowly peel off Kaede’s clothes. First his grey sweater, then the T-shirt that’s underneath. He leaned over to kiss Kaede from the middle of his chest and down the length of his torso as his hands slowly pulled Kaede’s drawstring sweatpants off the incredibly long legs that had been the source of Kaede’s anguish thus far. He straightened to pull Kaede’s boxers off before hurriedly stripping himself to his bare necessities. He let his eyes sweep over Kaede’s lithe, ivory form, feeling his breath taken away by the naked beauty of his lover. He had seen Kaede naked before, when he had to help him bath but those were views under different circumstances, not like he didn’t enjoy them then, too, he had had to fight major hard-ons most of the time, with Kaede playfully and knowingly smirking at him. Kaede was incredibly smooth and hairless, all pure ivory, silk and muscle, and just as beautiful on the inside. Akira fancied he found himself a true treasure, better than all the riches in the world.
A diamond in the rough indeed, Akira snickered at that thought.
Akira sat down next to Kaede’s immobile legs, still looking sleekly muscled and powerful from all the massage and exercise done on them to keep them functional for when he was going to walk again next time, and took one heel in his hands, looking as if he was admiring it. Then he held Kaede’s calf with both hands and, lingering at the thigh right above the knee to put his mark there, began kissing down the length of that one long shin. Kaede was looking down at him, a look of fascination and desire in his eyes.
Kissing down all the way to the ankle, his gently replaced it above the sheets and showered the other leg, its twin in beauty, the same attention. Then replacing that gently as well, this time noticing the small smile that was quirked at the sides of Kaede’s lips, he began moving to other territories.
As he was suckling on Kaede’s neck, he felt Kaede reaching for his erection, thinking of pleasuring him as well. Oh, he would take his pleasure all right, but it would have to be from Kaede’s own pleasure. Gently grabbing hold of that wandering hand, he placed it on the pillow next to Kaede’s head.
“Just let me, Kaede…this is about you…”
“But…”
“No buts, Kaede, your turn will come soon enough…”
Smirking, he silenced the younger boy further by letting his lips meet with Kaede’s. The kiss turned from soft to passionate in a matter of seconds, tongues warring against each other, Kaede unwilling to be totally submissive, but Akira won out in the end.
As they were kissing each other, ravaging each other’s mouths, Akira had snaked a hand below and closed a fist around Kaede’s half-aroused member and began pumping in slow strokes. Kaede gasped into the kiss as he felt his member awakening from its half asleep state.
Eventually they had to part for air, and kissing, which they do a lot on other days as well, wasn’t what all Akira had in mind for that night. Neither did Kaede. Seeing Kaede’s writhing body underneath him made Akira ache with arousal. Making another mark between Kaede’s collarbones, Akira finally focused his attention on Kaede’s arousal, parting the younger boy's legs just wide enough to rest himself comfortably between them, smiling before he licked the tip of the fully erect member. He had waited a long time for this day. Thank goodness for miracles and medical science and technology.
Akira suckled at the tip of Kaede’s member, wanting to gauge his lover’s reaction, and his lover responded in a satisfactory way. Taking more of Kaede into his mouth, he applied more pleasure to his suction as he took Kaede deeper and deeper into himself, overcoming his gagging reflex easily. He let his teeth scrape lightly against the walls of Kaede’s erection, just enough to tease the younger boy, and far from actually being able to hurt him.
Kaede, in turn, had finally been able to find out what it’s like to be aroused, although this wasn’t his first time in feeling it. The first time had him burning in embarrassment as Akira gave him a knowing smile as the older boy helped bath him and taught him how to pleasure himself and seek for release, imparting to him the principles of masturbation. That was a day the Kaede was not likely to forget, the day of his very first masturbation. He rather thought that he had seen the sticky substance before, though not in the volume that he released that day. He also realized that he’d been hard before, too, but usually, it’s a case of the morning wood, and not really anything special, like the one he had that day. Like the one he was having now.
Pleasure overtook his senses as he approached the peak, Akira’s expert mouth not relenting one bit. The sensations were driving him insane. Every time he tried to thrust up, he would be restrained by way of his hips being pressed firmly back onto the bed. He writhed until he could hold it in no longer and burst forth into Akira’s willing mouth.
Akira swallowed every drop of his lover’s seed, using his tongue to lick clean Kaede’s member of any access drops. Then, removing his mouth, he climbed over Kaede to kiss him again, sharing with Kaede his own flavour, letting him taste himself within his mouth as his tongue roved inside Kaede’s mouth, twirling his tongue with Kaede’s.
As Akira and Kaede were passionately kissing, Akira reached one hand over to the night table where he had earlier set a bottle of lemon-scented skin conditioner to serve as lubricant for tonight. He had specially chosen the bottle type that has the depressor to pump the substance so all he had to do was press the depressor with his thumb and the cream would squirt onto his palm.
Smearing the conditioner over his hand with just his fingers, he slowly reached downwards where he knew Kaede’s virgin entry was. He teased the opening for a while, loving the gasp that Kaede had emitted into their kiss. By that time, both had to pull away to let air into their lungs
As Kaede was distracted in trying to regain his breath, Akira took advantage of that distraction and gently eased one finger into Kaede. Kaede gasped at the intrusion, the feeling of having something push into him there an entirely new sensation. Akira took care not to move too fast and teasingly wriggled his finger within Kaede. The younger boy was just getting used to the feeling and almost giggled as the feeling turned slightly ticklish and using that distraction to his advantage again, Akira slipped yet another finger into Kaede. Kaede felt slightly more stretched, and a bit of pain from that but he felt he had encountered worse pains before. But this was by far, he gathered, the weirdest kind of pain he ever felt, though it was not the overwhelming type, just the discomfort of being stretched.
Akira gently massaged Kaede’s inner muscles with his two fingers while slightly stretching the opening there with his movements. He needed one more distraction. Putting one hand around Kaede’s sated member, he began slowly stroking again, trying to work it back into semi-hardness. It was around that time that his fingers managed to hit Kaede’s prostate and the boy was suddenly filled with a mind-blowing sensation from the trill of pleasure that had just spiked up his spine from having his prostate hit, and the stroking on his sensitive member.
Akira realized that he had found Kaede’s pleasure central and smiling gratuitously, used his fingers to hit on that spot again, which earned him another pleasure-filled gasp from Kaede. That sound coupled with the sight of Kaede’s wanton and writhing body, made his own erection twitch violently. Damn, he had to get inside soon.
Sliding a third finger in, he stretched for a while more, making sure that Kaede was well-prepared despite the screaming voices in his head commanding him to just take the younger boy. He had to be sure it wouldn’t hurt so much for Kaede, for when he’s going to receive him later on. Kaede was too distracted to pay any attention to the third finger that had just entered him, only vaguely realizing it as pleasure began to override his body.
Feeling that it should be enough, and it’s time to make the coupling between himself and Kaede a reality, Akira gently removed his fingers and took Kaede’s hips, lifting them slowly. He took two pillows and put one below Kaede’s hips and the other right behind where Kaede’s injured and healing spine was, lifting the boy a little to slip it there then gently resting him back down on the pillows. This way, the pressure of their lovemaking would be lessened from Kaede’s lower back, the very place that would take the brunt of pleasure during sex, so he had to be very careful.
During Akira’s gentle ministrations, Kaede, who was panting slightly, breathing hard and still unfulfilled, instead of complaining like a spoiled uke, which he didn't feel like playing the part of tonight, he knew it was coming anyway, has placed one hand on Akira’s shoulder; curiously exploring while his other arm was wound around Akira’s shoulder and neck for leverage. He was still touching, gently feeling and admiring the strong muscles on Akira’s chest and pectorals as he was lowered down, his body tilting slightly from the pillows his lower body was resting on.
Seeing Kaede’s hands was already busy, Akira again reached over used some more of the conditioner to lubricate himself, all the while using one hand, the other arm supporting his weight over Kaede’s body as the younger boy explored his body with fervour. That done, he settled himself and opened Kaede’s legs further, bending them at the knees, holding them wide apart on either side of him and then kissing Kaede’s forehead and whispering to him.
“Kaede-chan, are you ready?”
Kaede, with his hands now wound around Akira's back, thrust his hardness against Akira’s groin in response, a cheeky yet coy smile playing on his lips, a playful and aroused glint in his eyes, illuminating his desire.
“That, Kaede-chan, was a good answer. Now, relax, OK? This will make things easier.”
Without further hesitance, he eased himself smoothly deep into Kaede, the lubrication helping a lot in smoothing over the friction. The body underneath him tensed a little at the intrusion but gradually relaxed under his reassuring coos. He was in to the hilt, Kaede's body taking him in, in his entire length, and he grunted as tightness gripped at him from all sides, knowing that he had found his paradise inside Kaede’s body. Kaede was so tight that he feared he couldn’t move without hurting his young lover but the gentle pressure of Kaede’s arms around him on his back, pressing him onwards encouragingly told him that it was all right, that he had to move.
Pulling himself out a little, he gently slid in again, the pleasure of the constricting heat around him so high that it was difficult not to lose himself and thrust wildly into the welcoming heat. But he controlled himself. He was supposed to show Kaede that there was infinite pleasure in taking things slow and easy.
He began slowly setting a tempo, keeping his thrusting at a gentle level but still hard enough to give Kaede the drive he needed. Hitting upon Kaede’s prostate again, the ring of muscles suddenly tightened themselves further around Akira, causing Akira to tunnel vision in his pleasure. He made sure that he hit that spot in his every thrust until Kaede himself was meeting with those thrusts with his upper body, wanting to feel more of Akira in him.
Their bodies moved at a mild and comfortable tempo, Akira making love to Kaede with gentle loving thrusts, all the while taking care that Kaede’s lower back was not taking too much pressure, both from his thrusting and Kaede's thrusting back, which he had to gently guide in order to do so. The session was a long one filled with moans and gasps of ecstasy, and ended with the lovers climaxing in unison, Kaede’s hold on Akira tightening as he released between their bodies and Akira letting out a breathy pleasured filled gasp as he climaxed deep and hard into Kaede’s supple body, achieving multiple orgasm. It had been that good.
Loving the feel of being still buried inside his lover’s body, feeling as if it was a symbol of their feelings, Akira took a moment to recover and then began slowly kissing Kaede’s face.
“Thank you, Kaede…thank you…”
Kaede only smiled, whispering his own thank you before closing his eyes to let sleep wash over him. Akira took a moment to enjoy the view of his peacefully sleeping lover, looking incredibly young and cherubic, his expression one of contentment, and the feel of his lover’s warmth still around him. He felt tempted to fall asleep like that but feared his weight would put unnecessary pressure on Kaede.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he gently pulled out, not wanting to disturb Kaede’s sleep. He successfully disjoined their bodies and with the same slow and gentle movements, removed the pillows that were supporting his lover’s body, to let him sleep comfortably on his back against the mattress and bed sheets. Cleaning himself and his lover of the prove of their night’s passion, he slid in next to Kaede, pulling the blankets and comforter up, the cold air from the air conditioner in Kaede’s room chilling the heat on their skin.
Making sure to tuck Kaede safely in he burrowed under the blankets and fit himself right next to Kaede’s dozing form, placing one possessive arm over the sleeping boy and hugged him tightly to himself, Kaede only stirring a little to snuggle his head under Akira’s chin.
His position comfortable, and his mind happy and at ease, Akira let himself be lulled to the final stages of sleep by the steady breathing of his lover and the low hum of the air conditioning, his last barely conscious thoughts lingering on Kaede and himself, and the future they had before them, still yet to come.
FIN
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