CHAPTER 19 #2
He managed to keep his eyes open because he enjoyed the hungry way Shinji looked at his ass, lower lip caught between his teeth.
His other hand was palming Teruo’s sac, blunt nails lightly grazing over his balls.
Teruo whined when Shinji moved his hand away, but he got over it when he saw Shinji pouring lube over his cock.
“Someone’s impatient,” Shinji teased.
“A little,” Teruo breathed.
“You want my cock inside you that badly?”
Teruo nodded frantically. “Please.”
Shinji pushed his fingers inside to his knuckles and Teruo gasped. He leaned over Teruo, smirking. “How much do you want it?”
“Very much.”
“You want it hard?”
“I want you to rail me into his mattress.”
Shinji chuckled and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Your ass better be ready.” He moved back and pulled his fingers out, then pushed the tip of his cock inside.
Teruo felt himself stretch around Shinji and he held onto the bedsheets as Shinji worked his way inside agonizingly slow.
Shuddering breaths escaped Teruo as Shinji filled him up, gently rocking his hips until he was flush against Teruo’s ass.
He clenched around Shinji’s cock, getting a surprised gasp out of Shinji.
“You’re being naughty,” Shinji warned. “If you squeeze me like that, I’m gonna embarrass myself and come in a second.”
Teruo grinned then clenched again watching in satisfaction as Shinji moaned. “Did you come?” Teruo teased.
“Not yet.” Shinji pulled out then snapped his hips making Teruo groan. “You like that?”
“Yes, give me more.”
Shinji lowered himself, bracing on his forearms and started a faster rhythm rocking in and out of Teruo’s ass, a throaty groan escaping him as Teruo squeezed him again.
A drop of sweat ran down Shinji’s cheek, toward his neck and Teruo trailed his tongue across Shinji’s skin, tasting the salty sweat, and pressed his lips to the pulse of Shinji’s throat.
Shinji looked at him full of lust and kissed him hungrily, their tongues sliding together and he thrust his hips faster.
Teruo writhed, rubbing his dick against Shinji’s belly, his hands holding onto Shinji’s buttocks, nails digging hard and Shinji gasped in pleasure.
He raked his hands up the planes of Shinji’s back, loving the play of muscles as Shinji undulated his body, then caressed the roll of Shinji’s shoulders.
For a few moments, Teruo closed his eyes just to feel the fullness of Shinji’s cock inside him and to listen to Shinji quick breaths intermingled with moans.
Shinji’s lips brushed by Teruo’s jaw, peppering him with little kisses, and whispering sweet confessions of love.
Teruo turned his head, and captured Shinji’s lips in another kiss, savoring him, tasting him, sliding his tongue inside to explore him.
They’d made love so many times and still Teruo couldn’t get enough of him.
He wanted Shinji more and more every day.
Dark thoughts crept their way into his mind telling him it might be the last time he’d feel this way.
So Teruo opened his eyes and looked at Shinji.
His handsome face made the darkness fade away.
Teruo would fight with all he had for Shinji.
Bracing his heels on the bed, Teruo drove his hips up, meeting Shinji’s rhythm hard.
Their bodies moved in erotic synchronicity, sweat pooling between them, and their breaths ragged.
Teruo’s cock was squeezed in the middle, rubbing against Shinji’s abdomen, starved for attention, but Teruo was patient, knowing Shinji would take care of him.
His hands trailed over Shinji’s chest and he smirked before giving Shinji’s nipples a pinch. Shinji jolted, his pelvis thrusting faster, so Teruo pinched him again, which in turn drove Shinji’s cock deeper inside him, hitting just the right spot.
“Fuck, that’s good…” Teruo moaned.
“You’re playing dirty,” Shinji said.
“Just how you like it.”
Shinji laughed breathlessly and held Teruo’s jaw, bringing him into a rough and messy kiss. “I’m so close,” Shinji muttered. His movements were becoming erratic, his muscles taut as he was about to orgasm.
Teruo glanced down where Shinji’s hips were slapping him with fervor, then suddenly blurted, “Cover me in cum.”
Shinji’s brows arched and his lips curved in a mischievous grin. Just as he was about to climax, he pulled his cock out and released with a loud groan. The jets of cum sprayed all over Teruo’s hole, dick and balls, leaving him in a filthy hot mess.
“Fuck, I like that,” Shinji said, biting his lip as he stared at Teruo. “You look sexy covered in cum.”
Teruo moaned softly, his cock twitching under Shinji’s gaze.
A gasp left him when Shinji lowered himself in between Teruo’s thighs.
His tongue trailed over Teruo’s balls, licking the cum all the way to the crown of his cock.
Teruo thought we was gonna go insane from how hot it was to watch Shinji doing that.
Shinji swallowed his aching cock, sucking him hard, making Teruo’s thighs tremble with desperate arousal. Broken and needy moans escaped him, and his fingers threaded into Shinji’s hair. He felt a tap on his leg and knew it was Shinji’s cue that he could move.
He thrust his cock into Shinji’s hot mouth, and watched with pure lust as Shinji took all of him, saliva dripping down at the corners of his lips.
Teruo couldn’t hold off anymore and released down Shinji’s throat with a gasp of pleasure, and Shinji sucked and swallowed until Teruo was spent.
His cock slipped out of Shinji’s mouth with a pop, and he gave Teruo a smug look.
“Come here and give me a kiss,” Teruo said.
Shinji crawled back up and pressed his lips against Teruo in a firm and dirty kiss that made Teruo’s head spin.
When Shinji pulled back, Teruo inhaled a long breath, his muscles feeling shaky with exertion.
He should’ve gotten up to get cleaned but he didn’t feel like it and remained in a limp mess on the bed, Shinji lying on top of him.
“We’re amazing together, aren’t we?” Shinji said, his fingers playing across Teruo’s chest.
Teruo smiled and held him tighter. “We are.”
“I kept thinking how I can’t get enough of you while we were fucking.”
“I was thinking the same,” Teruo said.
Shinji gasped, then added mysteriously, “Telepathy!”
“Or we’re terribly corny.”
Shinji chuckled and pressed a kiss on Teruo’s sternum. His face turned more serious. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Of course not.” Teruo was a little taken aback by that. “You could never hurt me.”
“No, I meant unintentionally. I’ve been struggling not to let my spiritual energy out, but it’s sometimes tough when we’re having sex because my mind gets fuzzy.”
“I haven’t seen it at all. I’m feeling great. Tired from fucking, but other than that, no problem.”
Shinji exhaled in relief. “Good. Do you wanna get cleaned and watch something? Or, whatever else you want to do.”
“What do you say if we read your mother’s journals together? If you’re comfortable with that.”
A huge smile spread on Shinji’s face. “I’d like that.”
They took a shower together and Teruo insisted on changing the sheets as they were soaked in sweat and lube. He checked the waterproof bedding that he’d placed underneath.
“It has done its job well.” He nodded satisfied as they climbed back on the bed. Shinji snorted and Teruo pinched his ribs. “Don’t laugh. I put it because you’ve been fucking me into a sweaty mess all summer.”
Shinji wiggled his brows. “And I enjoyed every second of it.”
A hearty laugh escaped Teruo, then he settled against the pillows while Shinji picked up the latest journal he’d been reading. He returned to Teruo, and he rested with his back on Teruo’s chest.
“From what my mother wrote in this one,” Shinji said, “they were on their honeymoon. They spent it visiting the islands from Seto Inland Sea. They have some pictures too, glued on these pages. I had no idea they were in this journal, but I’m glad she had put them here.”
In the first picture, his parents were smiling, his mother with her hands up as if showing the surrounding area to the camera.
She wore a white summer dress and a beige purse hung from her shoulder.
His father was looking at her, eyes crinkled with amusement.
Behind them was the sea, shimmering in hues of blue, and an island in the distance.
It was a beautiful bright day, summer judging by the sunhats they both wore.
“I’ve never in my life seen him smile like this,” Shinji said. “And this is the first clear picture of him I have.”
“It’s possible he didn’t like being in photographs.”
“Probably, yeah. But I wonder if it’s because he felt self-conscious due to the age gap between them?”
Teruo looked at the second picture. Their bodies were visible entirely and Shinji’s mother had her arms around her husband, her legs hanging a little in the air as if she’d just jumped. But his father stood straight, hands behind his back, and a warm but small smile on his face.
“That’s possible judging by his body language,” Teruo said.
“No matter what my grandparents are saying about my father, I just cannot believe this man was nothing but kind to her. Every time she mentioned him, all she had was praise: how thoughtful he was, how safe he made her feel, how she was glad she left with him.” Shinji put the journal in his lap.
“I’m starting to think the Onmyōryō might not have been the only reason she ran with him, even if she doesn’t explicitly state it. ”
“You’re thinking she felt suffocated by your grandparents?” Teruo asked.
“I spent a few hours with them and already felt suffocated.”
“You could try to ask them next time you speak, but I’m not sure how willing they are to admit it.
Some people are just set in their ways and don’t see the fault in their actions.
” Teruo shrugged. “Look at my father. He still won’t talk to me even after so long, and will never admit to treating my sister terribly. ”
Shinji traced his fingers over the journal’s pages, then over the picture of his mother jumping. “I’ve been thinking lately that I want to try and forgive my father. If not when he was alive, at least in death.” He turned to Teruo. “Do you think that’s strange?”
“Not at all. I know this new image of him is causing you mixed feelings. You knew a very different man.”
Shinji nodded. “So different. But, I’m not a child anymore, and although I hated him with every fiber of my being when I was a kid, now I understand that he was a devastated man, struck by tragedy as his wife died in childbirth.
He grieved her until his last breath and it affected him so much that it clouded his judgement.
Doesn’t justify the horrible things he did, but… I don’t know if I make sense…”
“I think you make perfect sense.”
“I want to choose to forgive him because before my mother died, he seemed like such a nice person. Perhaps by choosing forgiveness, some of the guilt I feel might ease. Or maybe I’m just very selfish.”
Teruo pressed a kiss on his forehead. “You’re not selfish. I always found you to be compassionate.”
Shinji gave him a sad smile. “I wonder why I never feel like that…”
“You were conditioned not to feel like that. You tend to burden yourself and when it becomes overwhelming, you put on a happy mask.”
“I’ve been trying to break out of that vicious cycle of negative thoughts for a while now,” Shinji said.
Teruo tilted his head to see him better. “Do you feel you made no progress?”
“I have made some progress, I think. I’m not mentally beating myself up over every little mistake, or feeling averse to cooking food, or thinking I don’t deserve happiness. But not as much as I wish I did.” Shinji shrugged. “But I guess every step matters, even small ones.”
“I’m proud of you,” Teruo said.
A blush spread on his cheeks and he beamed at Teruo. “Thank you. It means a lot to hear that.”
Then Shinji opened his mouth to say something else, but suddenly snapped it shut, and averted his eyes. He took a few slow breaths and looked as if he was controlling himself not to shed any tears.
Teruo gently caressed his cheek. “You don’t have to hold yourself back in front of me.”
“I know. But I’m putting a damper on our evening. We were having hot sex earlier and now I’m ruining it with… this.” He waved a hand at himself.
“You’re not ruining anything.” Teruo brought him against his chest. “I enjoy these moments the most because we can both be ourselves without fear of judgement.”
Shinji wrapped his arms around Teruo’s waist. “I wonder if my mother was feeling as incredibly happy as I’m feeling right now. I’d like to think she was.”
“I am absolutely sure she was.” Teruo leaned back against the pillows bringing Shinji with him. “Wanna read more?”
“Yes!”