“Yosh,” I muttered, my eyes closed but body alight.
He continued his journey, kissing a trail down my chest until reaching a nipple. Warmth and wetness mingled as his tongue circled, then flicked.
I shivered.
His teeth grazed tender skin.
My fingers dug into his shoulders.
He bit down.
“Fuck, Yosh!”
My cock throbbed between us, practically leaping out of my small clothes as he nibbled and licked, again and again. Fire blazed from my chest to my groin, demanding more.
Then he was kissing my stomach, pausing on each ridge of muscle to lick and admire and pay special care. I could feel his body pressing against the cloth that hid my manhood, the fabric sliding against taut skin, a bead of slickness slipping free and dabbing against the fabric. Yoshi’s mouth found that spot, his lips closing around me through the silk, enveloped me, underclothes and all.
“Gods, Yoshi, I missed you so damned much.”
He released me, and everything within me ached at the loss of his mouth.
“You’ll never have to miss me again, Kaneko. I swear by all the gods, I will never let you go again. You are mine, now and forever.”
His gaze, his words, the sincerity in his vow—all of it—shattered me.
It was too much.
It was not enough.
It was everything.
I fell to my knees and grabbed him, rougher than before, and pressed my lips to his. Could I ever kiss him enough? Could there everbeenough?
As gently as my hunger allowed, I pressed his shoulders, guiding him down onto his mat. It was my turn to explore, to roam, to kiss every part of this man I’d longed for with every part of my being.
I found his cheek, his neck, his beautiful chest. He was smaller and thinner than me—so much so—but I loved how different we were, loved how he felt in my arms, loved that my strength perfectly matched his brilliance, as though we were the opposite side of the other’s coin.
My hands found the edge of his small clothes. I checked his face, his eyes, for any hint of hesitation, for any objection. His body squirmed beneath my grip, as if begging me to continue.
So, I did.
In a heartbeat, Yoshi lay before me, naked and free, completely bare to the world and open to me. And gods, was he beautiful. My breath caught.
His eyes opened.
Then one of his hands reached out and tugged at my own underpants.
“Not fair. You’re still wearing something.”
His smile chased away every shadow that had ever existed, and I found joy filling me, swelling my chest in ways I’d only dreamed.
I shimmied out of my underpants, still sitting on my knees before him, my hardness as erect as it had ever been with a glistening moisture reflecting the lamplight. Yoshi reached out, and with only his fingertips, stroked the side of my shaft.
I shivered again.
“I dreamed about this so many times,” he said, his voice tiny and as desperate as I felt.
“It’s all yours, Yosh. I’m all yours.”
