“Don’t blame yourself.” Shinji reached for Teruo’s hands again and squeezed. “It was unexpected.”
“If I hadn’t said—”
Shinji held a finger to his lips to stop him. “You were there for me when I needed you most. You trusted my words, even if you couldn’t fully understand what was going on. That trust saved my life.”
Teruo scratched the back of his head, looking like he didn’t know what to say. Shinji’s reassurances most likely wouldn’t keep Teruo from feeling responsible, but Shinji had meant every word. If Teruo hadn’t been there to chase after the criminal, chances were he would’ve been lying dead on the ground right now.
The strength with which thereiryokustrangled him had been surprising. Now he knew how the aluminum wire was so precisely wrapped—the criminal used the energy to do it. How and why? Shinji had some theories, but he wanted to push this aside for the moment and focus on Teruo.
Leaning forward for a soft kiss, Shinji ran his palm down Teruo’s bare torso, relishing in the warm feel of Teruo’s skin and hard ridges of muscle. He felt tense and Shinji cupped the base of Teruo’s nape with his hands, slowly massaging the knots. Catching his breath for a moment, Teruo released it along with a quiet groan.
Their eyes met as they sat face to face on the bed. Teruo’s dark gaze was glazed and intense, his lips parted. Teruo took one of Shinji’s hands in his own and kissed Shinji’s fingertips, his palm, his wrist, moving up to his shoulder, the stubble prickling his skin and sending a shiver down his spine. Scooting closer, Teruo wrapped Shinji in his arms, his mouth leaving wet kisses up Shinji’s throat and his teeth nipping Shinji’s earlobe lightly.
Shinji gasped. “Did I tell you how much I like your beard?”
Teruo chuckled. “Might’ve mentioned it once or twice.”
He raised his head, and cupped Shinji’s cheek, bringing him in for a firm kiss. The tip of his fingers ran down Shinji’s chest, thumbs brushing over his nipples, making Shinji wriggle in pleasure. Their lips parted, their tongues exploring each other’s mouth. Teruo’s hands reached over to Shinji’s back, lowering to his ass and squeezing. Shinji moaned into the kiss and Teruo grabbed onto him tight, deepening the kiss, turning it rough, almost desperate, leaving Shinji breathless.
Breaking away for air, Teruo crawled backwards on the bed, tossing his boxer briefs away in the process and lay down. “Come ‘ere.”
Shinji bit his lip and shucked his underwear too, then slithered on all fours toward Teruo. His gaze roamed over Teruo’s naked body, muscles taut, his legs spread open, his cock hard. Shinji’s mouth watered and his dick throbbed just from looking at him. He insinuated himself between Teruo’s legs, skimming his hands along Teruo’s thighs, enjoying the play of muscle under his tanned skin and the way his abs tightened as Teruo tensed under the touch. Thumbs reached the juncture of Teruo’s inner thigh and groin where Shinji knew was an extra sensitive spot and he ducked his head to kiss and suck on that spot.
With a thick groan, Teruo arched, his hands gripping the sheets. “Fuck… feels good,” he mumbled.
“Want more?”
“Please…”
A fresh wave of heat crossed Shinji at Teruo’s pleading, at how undone he looked. Shinji quickly grabbed the bottle of lube and a condom from Teruo’s nightstand. He left the condom beside them on the bed and poured lube on his thumb. Teruo eyed Shinji full of anticipation, fist curling around his own cock and dragging up its length slowly. Shinji stared at the way Teruo’s hand moved up and down, twisting a bit around the tip, a bead of pre-cum leaking out.
He was tempted to sit and watch Teruo pleasuring himself, but couldn’t resist not touching his lover. He kissed his way down Teruo’s thigh then lay on the bed, his head between Teruo’s legs and placed his thumb at Teruo’s entrance. A gasp escaped Teruo as Shinji rubbed carefully around the tight ring of muscle, then pressed just the tip inside, teasing, going a bit deeper with every push. Teruo’s tight channel closed in on his finger before relaxing and Teruo’s fist kept a languid rhythm around his erection, stroking in time with Shinji’s thumb.
Teruo’s moans made Shinji’s cock ache to be inside him, but he liked this sensual game of teasing too. He pushed his thumb deeper inside then cupped Teruo’s sac in his other palm, tilted his head and ran his tongue flat on the seam between his balls. Teruo gasped then mumbled something unintelligible, his free hand twisting the sheets.
Shinji smirked and continued, licking from underneath Teruo’s sac and going up to the base of his dick. Teruo writhed, his fist tightening around his cock, but holding the rhythm. Wrapping his lips around the balls Shinji rolled his tongue, his mouth tugging lightly at the sensitive stretch of skin.
“Oh fuck,” Teruo moaned, pushing his hips forward.
Shinji sucked and lapped at his balls, curling his thumb inside Teruo at the same time and eliciting more hoarse groans from Teruo. He switched his thumb with his index and middle finger, diving them deep and opening him up slowly. Scooting up on his knees, Shinji placed his hand above Teruo’s fist and guided the tip of Teruo’s cock toward his mouth. Teruo exhaled a harsh breath and gave one long stroke upward, watching with blazing eyes as Shinji wrapped his lips around the crown, dipping the tip of his tongue against the slit.
Back arching again, Teruo pumped his cock toward Shinji’s mouth while Shinji bobbed his head, meeting each stroke, his fingers quickening the rhythm inside Teruo. He tightened his lips around the crown, lapping at the warm skin and tasting the pre-cum.
Teruo let go of his dick, instead threading his fingers through Shinji’s hair, brushing a few strands from his sweaty forehead. Shinji looked up at him, at his heaving chest, his flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes. Shinji slid Teruo’s cock between his lips slowly, making a show of it, until he reached the tip and squeezed it between his lips.
“You’re a damn tease.”
Shinji chuckled and crawled up. He tangled his hand into Teruo’s hair, pulling his head back and giving him an open mouthed kiss. Teruo traced Shinji’s shoulder blades and trailed his other hand down Shinji’s arm until he reached Shinji’s hand, fingers deep inside him.
“I want you,” Teruo groaned.
Shinji pulled out his fingers and reared back, sitting between Teruo’s legs. He rolled on the condom quickly and poured lube onto his dick, sleeking it up while Teruo watched full of lust. He throbbed to be inside him and settled the head of his cock at Teruo’s entrance and guided himself in him carefully. Teruo tensed around him and Shinji slid his hands over Teruo’s hips, drawing his thumbs in soothing circles. His cock slipped past the ring of muscles and Shinji’s breath caught as Teruo’s tightness welcomed him. He rocked in place, diving deeper with every thrust until he was fully inside. Teruo gasped out, shuddering, his hands grasping at Shinji’s knees.
Shinji leaned down against Teruo, their sweaty skin sliding, making them both moan. He dropped his arms on Teruo’s each side, rested his forehead against Teruo’s and started an easy rhythm. Their lips brushed and Shinji pressed a small kiss at the corner of Teruo’s mouth, another on the rough stubble of his cheek, and another underneath his ear.
Something in Shinji’s chest swelled at the feel of Teruo’s naked and warm body under him, at the way Teruo gasped and flexed his hips to meet each thrust. They had a tough road ahead with Teruo’s strange powers, with keeping things under wraps at work, with keeping this secret from the Onmyoryo too. A few months ago, a year ago, Shinji would’ve dashed and never looked back. But he wasn’t that person now. He wanted to be here with Teruo.
“You’re lost in thought,” Teruo said through grunts.