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He tried to picture a life without Haruki. It was impossible.
Just year ago he'd been... He stopped, thought. What had he been? A friend? Roommate? Bass player of the band?Someone he saw and loved? And now he was his boyfriend...... maybe he was something more than that. Something deeper. Something even more important.He was amazing.And he was ...everything.
His love hadn't been a thunderbolt from the sky. It had started with a music, a word, an outstretched hand. Every day he had spent in he presence it had grown, until he'd reached this moment, and he suddenly knew.
He loved he.
"I love you," he whispered, and he pulled he to him, hungrily, without apology.
"I love you," he said again, leading he to his bed. And when he didn't say anything, he said it for a third time. "I love you." Haruki smiled.
This was the night he could show him everything he felt for him.
It was agony.
It was ecstasy.
It was kiss.
Haruki kissed him back with every ounce of her emotion, every corner of her soul.
Haruki clutched at his hair, writhed beneath him and he whispered:
"Whe ..."
"When did I start needing you so much? I do not know. It was correct. It had been so easy to love you." Haruki was hot.His breath was hot.His gaze was hot, and he was making he feel hot in areas of he body he never even allowed herself to think about.
His fingers moved to the back of he shirt, movin
expertly along the buttons until she felt the fabric loosening
and then it wasn't even there at all.
"My God, you'he so beautiful."
His fingers skimmed along the sensitive skin at the outside edge of he breast, first teasing he with his fingernails, then
stroking he more gently as his fingertips returned to their original position near he collarbone.
"I never dreamed I would want you this way."
Haruki whimpered.
"I never dreamed you would look like this," Akihiko whispered, moving his hand until his palm was lightly grazing he nipple. Akihiko shrugged off his jacket and shirt,then did nothing but stare at he.and then, just when he was certain that Harukicouldn't take it for one more second, he reached out and touched his nipple. He continued this torture until Haruki thought he might scream, then he moved to the other nipple and repeated it all over again.
Akihiko d off his jacket and shirt,then did nothing but stare at he.and then, just when he was certain that Harukicouldn't take it for one more second, he reached out and touched his nipple. He continued this torture until Haruki thought he might scream, then he moved to the other nipple and repeated it all over again.Akihiko slowly removed the remainder of his clothing and all the while, he never once allowed his eyes to stray from Haruki. When was
done, he nudged Haruki us jeans, already pooling about ankles and kissed him.
He was hard, hot, and so desperately wracked with desire.
He wanted Haruki—God , he wanted he—but he wanted he to tremble beneath him, to scream with desire, to thrash thighs as he teased he toward completion.
'Tell me if I do anything you don't like," Akihiko said, surprised by the way his voice was shaking .
"You couldn't," Haruki whispered, touching his cheek.
"Haru".A bubble of joy began to rise within him. He didn't know what god had chosen to bestow he upon him, but he was thinking mat he needed to be a bit more attentive next time he went to temple. It was hard to be loved by someone decent and good when you didn't return the emotion.And so he had told himself that what he felt wasn't really love and that eventually Haruki would find someone else.
Now that thought—that he might have boyfriend another— nearly left him paralyzed with fear.
"Are you sure?" Akihiko whispered.
Haruki nodded, his arms drawing he closer.
"I don't know when, I don't know how, and to be honest, I don't care. But I know this much is true: I love you, and I hate myself hurt you..."
"Aki, don't. No regrets. Not tonight."
"I love you," Akihiko said, leaning forward to kiss he.
Maybe this, then, was the definition of love. When you wanted someone, and needed he... This was Haruki, and this was love.
This was the moment. Akihiko was brimming with emotion, and he had to tell he. He had to show he.