They took each other’s clothes off slowly, Nagisa peeling the sleeve of his sweatshirt. The cuts weren’t deep, but hurt like hell. He washed the wound in the shower, disinfecting it and wrapping it in gauze from the complimentary first-aid kit. He’d have to check with a doctor in the morning, but for now the pain was bearable.
Nagisa looked at Seiho, who was washing his hair under the shower while the bathtub filled, and lost all train of thought.
They were finally alone. Truly alone. The jikininki was gone. The fear in Seiho’s eyes was no more. They had time to get to know each other now. Sure, it wasn’t an eternity, but Seiho didn’t live at the mercy of a monster anymore.
Nagisa let himself admire Seiho’s lean, wet body, gaze following the drops flowing down his lips and jaw, onto his chest, and traveling lower on his half-hard shaft. He chuckled amused at Seiho’s frustration with the shampoo bottle and helped him open it and pour it over his hair.
Once all the grime got cleaned up, Nagisa turned the shower off, and settled in the tub, letting the hot water soak his tired body, holding his injured arm propped on the edge. Seiho’s eyes burned down to his and he followed, sitting across from Nagisa.
A moment Seiho waited, simply looking at Nagisa with an expression he couldn’t quite read, then leaned forward and pulled Nagisa in for a kiss. Their lips parted and tongues flicked in sync, both moaning against each other’s mouth. Seiho smoothed his fingers along Nagisa’s pecs and down along the ridges of his abs, taking his time with every part of Nagisa’s body.
They were discovering one another in the safety of the hotel room, no rush, no danger. He shoved his uninjured hand into the water and grabbed onto Seiho’s ass, pulling him closer. Seiho straddled Nagisa, and sat in his lap with a grunt and a splash that sent water over the tub.
“Your world needs larger tubs.” Seiho groaned the words as their hard erections touched.
“And looser clothes, right?” Nagisa mumbled without taking his mouth off Seiho’s.
Seiho leaned back. “Definitely.” He wrapped his fingers gently through Nagisa’s hair, tugging his head back, and his other hand traced soft lines over Nagisa’s cheek and jaw. Seiho tilted to the side and pressed his lips over Nagisa’s throat, sucking on his skin.
Nagisa shuddered, Seiho’s ministrations making him even harder and he shimmied his hips upward, not fast, but slow and rhythmic, just enjoying the pleasure of feeling Seiho on top of him, naked, gorgeous and full of desire.
Seiho pulled back, propping his hands on Nagisa’s shoulders and his eyes riveted on their cocks rubbing against each other.
“Don’t stop…!” Nagisa gasped, grabbing with one hand onto Seiho’s waist under the water.
Seiho grinned, undulating his hips faster and throwing his head back as a loud moan escaped his mouth. It sent an electrifying shiver down Nagisa’s back and he thrust upward, the water in the tub continuing to splash out onto the tiles.
“Yeah, keep going,” Seiho begged between gasps. His fingers moved from Nagisa’s shoulders to the edge of the tub as he rocked his pelvis back and forth even harder.
Nagisa leaned forward, catching Seiho’s mouth in a hungry and fevered kiss before licking and biting his way down Seiho’s neck. The friction of their skin under the water and their swollen cocks riding against each other set Nagisa ablaze. He was right on the edge, ready to explode and from the frenzied way Seiho moved, he too was close to coming.
Closing his eyes and keeping his lips onto Seiho’s warm and wet skin, Nagisa lost himself in this moment of pure pleasure.
His grip on Seiho’s waist tightened and Nagisa came with a hoarse scream, ejaculating in the water. Seiho’s body jerked as he released, his lips parting and eyes rolling back.
Nagisa reached up, caressing Seiho’s cheek and bringing him down for a soft kiss. And when they pulled away, nothing made him happier than the bright smile Seiho offered him.
EPILOGUE
“These ’modern’ clothes as you call them,” Seiho said looking at himself in the mirror, “are uncomfortable.” He’d borrowed clothes from Nagisa and he seemed particularly annoyed by the jeans. “Why are they so tight?”
“It’s just how they are nowadays.” Nagisa chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’ll take you shopping in Tokyo and you can pick whatever clothes you want.”
They were due to take the bus back to Aomori city in about an hour. Asako, Eikichi and Hideto waited for them there. Nagisa was grateful Asako hadn’t left and he could take Seiho back to the capital by car as Seiho wouldn’t have been allowed on a plane without an ID card. Another issue he had to take care of once they got home.
“Should I cut my hair?” Seiho asked.
“No way! I like it a lot,” Nagisa said, threading his fingers through the short ponytail. “People wear all kinds of hairstyles, so you’re good.”
Once all the luggage was packed and ready, Nagisa checked out and they went to the emergency unit where he got his arm properly patched up, then to a nearby restaurant for lunch. They were both famished as they’d skipped breakfast, preferring to sleep in instead.
Seiho’s enthusiasm had diminished on the road to the restaurant. By the time the waiter took their order, Seiho was silent, the tip of his finger playing with the paper edge of the packed chopsticks. Nagisa reached for his hand, holding it and squeezing lightly. Seiho must’ve felt overwhelmed.
“I’m sorry it’s so crowded,” Nagisa said. “This place is popular among tourists.”
Seiho’s eyes widened and swallowed hard. “No, I am sorry. I’m being unappreciative—”
“Don’t apologize. I know it’s a lot to take in. I’ll help you through it, I promise.”