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During a freezing night, there were two people sitting and chatting inside of a warm house. One of them, Oliver, was here because of paying his friend, the other person, Kuro, a visit. These two were not much close, mostly because Kuro was not much close with anyone, always remaining alone. It could get depressing at times, really.
The strawberry-blond haired man walked up to the kitchen, he grabbed a kettle and poured some hot water into two cups - preparing tea.
-How many sugar cubes would you like, dear? Two or maybe more? - Oliver asked the sitting on the sofa Kuro.
-Neither. I do not like my tea sweet - the other responded, not wanting to eat much sweets, he felt sick after them. The English man walked up to the living room, placing both tea-filled cups on a small table.
-If you don’t want sugar because of calories, I will add it one way or another! You are nothing more but skin and bones, seriously.. - he said, clearly worried about the other’s rather unhealthy diet.
-I am doing alright - Kuro simply brushed it off. - I do not want sugar because it makes the tea too sweet and—
-Excuses, excuses! - Oliver interrupted him. - It does not change the fact that you need to eat more, darling!
The conversation eventually started to change into different topics - whether about life, whether about politics, sometimes about their own countries.
-Is the weather in Hokkaido always like this? - asked Oliver, referring to the city they were right now in, and by the way the city where Kuro lived.
-Yes, it is cold in here often, but at the same time, very beautiful things you can see; the sky looks pretty, same for the snow covered trees and streets..a truly breathtaking scenario.
-To think about it, why do you not live in your capital, Tokyo I mean? From what I noticed, most of the nations live in their capital; I live in London, Luciano in Rome, Lutz in Berlin, Czesław in Warsaw..wait, im not sure about him..
-I know, but Hokkaido is a lot more peaceful. Tokyo is often overcrowded, always something is happening there, truly overwhelming..while Hokkaido is colder, it is way more enjoyable to be in, for me at least. Oh, also Mr. Vargas lives in Treviso, a city where tiramisu was invented.
Oliver nodded, realizing that the other is actually pretty reasonable. He knew how Kuro dislikes overcrowded places that are often filled with celebrities, politicians, and others similiar to it; it was not because of shyness or anxiety, he simply didn’t want to deal with people. Tokyo did manage to gather more people and become more popular - offering music, famous attractions, and things such as that. Hokkaido is cold and often visited only for a certain time, but once you get to know it better, you can see it’s true beauty. Guess that the same can be said about people, sometimes, or often, it still highly depends.
Some time have passed, and both of them were now rather tired. Oliver had an idea in mind. He noticed how Kuro’s cheeks were slightly blushed when he was receiving such gentle gestures from the other man. Oliver did wonder if it’s because of how the Japanese man appreciates delicate treatment, or if he maybe, well, have some kind of feelings towards him.
-I can see your eye slowly closing, sweetheart..would you like to get to the bedroom already? - The English man asked, actual concern for the other in his voice tone.
-I should be the one asking that. You are my guest, after all - Honda answered, standing up from the sofa. - Would you like me to guard you towards a guest room?
-I think I have a better idea ~
Oliver gently grabbed Kuro’s wrist, leading the slightly confused man towards his own room. Kirkland knew about how the other man’s house looked, since he visited him plenty of times before and had a rather good memory. They have entered the bedroom, the English man sat the other on the bed with a delicate manner, staring at his face while smiling kindly; he placed his hand on Kuro’s cheek, holding his face. It caused the Japanese man to blush a bit, even if his face and eye stayed emotionless and hollow as always.
-I saw the way you stared at me - Oliver spoke. - Do you desire me, Kuro?
The black haired man stared at him for a moment, considering his words. He was not in love - of course not. Romantic attraction is a thing Kuro did not feel; but for some reason, him and Oliver embracing eachother did not sound odd to him at all - he knew how gentle the other man is when not angered.
-Do whatever you wish to me, I am alright with it - Kuro responded after few moments, tone fully convinced.
Oliver gently grabbed Kuro’s shoulder and pushed him onto the bed, making him lay in his back and stare at the ceiling. He then took off his pinkish cardigan, white shirt, and light brown pants - leaving himself only in boxers, for now. He then slid both of his hands around Kuro’s small chest, finally finding the buttons of his uniform and unbuttoning them; the same thing he did for his pants. When Kuro’s uniform was fully gone and he was left only in his underwear, Oliver noticed that the other was not wearing his usual bandages, his arms covered in faint scars and some rather fresh cuts; he slid his hands over the other man’s arm, a rather concerned look on his face.
-ごめん, I forgot to put fresh bandages last time. Do not look at my ruined skin - Kuro spoke, his voice as always, blank. No stress, no worry about what the other will think, a simple emptiness, as if the things he does to himself are not worthy concern.
Thankfully, Oliver decided to not dip into the subject further, knowing that the other would just nod and not even bother trying to stop the addiction.
-If anything is too hard or too much, tell me immediately. I wish to make you pleased, not hurt - Oliver said, looking inside Kuro’s eye and seeking approval, only to as always, find absolutely nothing. The Japanese nodded, even if he did not feel anything, he still wanted to experience such an intimate act with someone who deeply cares about him; even if he does not feel any romantic nor sexual attraction towards the said person.
After Kuro’s consent, Oliver kissed him deeply; his tongue sliding inside the other’s mouth, tasting him gently and sweetly. His hands were mostly around Kuro’s chest, only sometimes going down. The act was delicate, delicate but firm. The kiss was warm and gentle, could’ve even be considered sweet. Oliver broke the kiss, letting both him and the other catch some breath. His hands were now holding Kuro’s cheeks as Oliver’s mouth was going down the other’s neck, leaving kisses and then biting slightly but at the same time careful not to hurt Kuro. His hands moved to the shorter man’s arms, his fingers tracing around as he stared at Kuro’s face, taking a look at his flushed cheeks and expressionless but slightly pleased face; the only thing that concered Oliver was the other’s still so hollow and so mindless look in the eye. He then placed his hands on Kuro’s boxers, taking them off and making him fully bare.
-What I will do now may hurt, alright? If you want me to stop, tell me.
After saying it, Oliver pushed the first finger inside of Kuro’s butthole, making him whimper
at the sudden pleasure. Seeing that the other is okay with it, he pushed two more fingers inside, making the person beneath him moan. Oliver just now realized that sex was the only time when Kuro shown anything more than just blankness and emptiness, he figured that it may be the reason why the other does not desire it; obvious more than anything was that Kuro despises being vulnerable, that is why he is willing to show this side of him only to people who have made him feel alright and loved. There were not many people like this, in fact, only one for now - Oliver.
-This part will hurt more than these fingers, if you will feel like it’s harming you, speak up about it - Oliver said, already taking off his own underwear.
Kuro simply nodded, too lost in thought to pay much attention to what is happening. He was now mostly thinking if the other views him as pathetic for blushing and whimpering like a maniac. Kuro felt Oliver’s hands gripping his shoulders as he flipped the Japanese on the stomach and aligned his penis with the other man’s butthole. He then pushed himself into Kuro, making him jump a little from the sudden pain, but not for long, since the pain turned into pleasure, making the always so serious man whimper desperately. Oliver groaned as his thrusts turned more intense, Kuro grabbed tightly onto the sheets as pleased sounds were coming straight out of his mouth. Neither of them spoke a word, the only thing that could be heard were the sounds from both of them. The house was also quiet, it felt rather domestic. The only bit of light that was now brighting up the room was a lamp standing on the night shelf.
-..I-I think I am close..- Kuro muttered in between moans, his face flushed and eye already rolled back. His whole body was shaking, both from the overwhelming feeling of pain and the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. It was very rare for Kuro to take actual pleased feelings from sex, since most of time time, he was the one used for someone else’s satisfaction. For him, it felt rather confusing being treated with love and care.
After a while, Kuro finished; and not so long after Oliver did the same thing. Kuro got on his back and collapsed on the bed, laying motionlessly and blankly staring up at the ceiling, his breath rather heavy and quickened. Oliver got closer to the other man’s body, placing both of his hand on the two sides of Kuro’s head, staring at his expressionless but slightly blushed face; he gently brushed a bit of his hair from his eye, making Kuro see more clearly. Oliver then laid right next to him, looking at the shorter man’s exhausted face and smiling with empathy. He placed himself closer, wrapping his arms around Kuro, gently and slowly petting his hair with one hand.
-You did good, very good.. - he said, voice soaked in affection. After a moment he hugged Kuro, keeping him close. Their bare bodies now close to each other as Oliver still petted the other’s head. - If you wish, I can help you take a bath now in case you are too exhausted.
-..No..I only want to sleep now..so tired.. - Kuro mumbled, not even fully able to form a proper sentence. Oliver chuckled at the other’s mutter.
-I do not blame you, sweetheart..sleep for as much as you like, I am not going anywhere.
Oliver leaned down and kissed Kuro’s cheek gently, now the Japanese man’s head placed to the other’s chest as his hair were still getting pet in a delicate manner. Kuro felt bad for not feeling any romance from this moment, he was convinced that if you share such an intimate act with someone, you must deeply love them; but he was not able to love anyone, especially not himself, which made him feel like he does not deserve any of it. While thoughts like that did form inside of his mind, he was right now just glad that he can feel Oliver’s warm and gentle embrace.
Not so long after, they both have drifted away to sleep; Oliver’s arms still wrapped around Kuro in a gentle manner.