Page 66 of Secrets & Sake

When Hiro yanks down my pants, I lift my hips until my pants are down to my knees. Hiro strips so fast it has to be a world record.

Fuck, he’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. His skin is so fair, cute nipples, pink and hard. I suck on them, flicking them with my tongue, nipping until he gasps. I reach down and grab handfuls of his perfect ass, squeezing.

“So beautiful. You know that?” I lick a strip from his clavicle to his throat, enjoying the way his voice box vibrates with a moan. “Anyone ever tell you how damn perfect you are?”

He laughs above me, but it’s derisive. There’s a pained look in his eyes. “Raiden, I hate to be a downer, but I’ve never been good enough. Not for anyone.”

I yank on his chin to make him look at me. “You’re fucking perfect.”

A choked little noise escapes Hiro.

“You are. Fuck anyone who doesn’t see that.” All I wanted when I thought I was going to leave this world was to cook katsudon with him, watch his favorite movies, and show him all the hidden corners of Tokyo that I love. I’ve never wanted to live so much until I met him.

So I’m going to show him just how perfect he is to me.

Hiro yanks open the drawer and grabs the lube. I take it from him and coat my fingers. Reaching back, Hiro spreads himself open for me, groaning softly when I find his entrance.

I circle him, caress him until he whimpers, then push in. He grips my hand, and I moan my approval as he guides my fingers inside. He rocks on them, lip between his teeth, eyes closing as I stretch him and play with his sensitive rim.

He pants against my lips, grabs our cocks, and strokes us both while I curl my fingers inside his blissful heat. We groan together, lips meeting and tongues stroking. The sweet scent of cherry blossoms wraps around me, and the warmth of his slender but powerful body blankets me.

I’ve never felt safer than when I’m with him. Emotion squeezes at my chest, and I kiss each of his eyelids, his forehead, even the tip of his nose. He sighs sweetly, and I claim that sound for myself with a kiss.

My body aches to fuck him, but I’m determined to take things slow. I’m going to savor every kiss, every sound he makes, commit it all to memory so I never take him for granted again.

“Raiden.” Hiro says my name with such reverence. I want to do all I can to be worthy of his devotion. “Need you.”

“I know,” I whisper, because I do. I need him in every way it’s possible to need someone, need him in ways I never expected.

I withdraw my fingers and grasp myself. I look into his eyes as I push in, and I’m rewarded with the beautiful sight of his head falling back, eyes closing, and lips parting. I let myself bask in the realization that, for once, I’m the cause of someone’s pleasure rather than their pain. He makes me want to be a better man, someone who deserves him and who can give him all he needs.

Arms sliding around my neck, Hiro touches his forehead to mine, breath coming short and fast. We give ourselves a moment to breathe. Our breath mingles. His body clenches around me where we’re joined. His nails scratch gently at the nape of my neck. He’s so beautiful and all mine.

I move, pushing into him deeper. He gasps, breath hot on my mouth. Hiro’s thighs flex as he moves with me. When I rise, he falls, and we create something all our own.

There’s nothing hurried to the way we move together. I want to stay inside him, drown in him, and never come up for air. Cradled in his body, there’s no pain. I’m safe. I’m loved. I’m home.

He strokes my hair like I’m something precious. The way he touches me defies everything I ever thought about myself. I’m vulnerable, fragile, yet so fucking strong all at once. Nothing can hurt me, not in this place. This is ours, all ours, and nothing can touch us.

I move faster, urgently, sighs and moans and the slap of skin on skin are the only sounds in the room. Grabbing his hips, I hold on tight and move him with me. I can’t look away from his face, mesmerized as he throws his head back and cries out. I can be better for him.

If I can make him happy, make him feel good, then maybe there’s hope for me after all. Maybe I can be different. Better.

I kiss my way up his throat and capture his mouth, muffling our moans with sweeps of my tongue as we move faster, harder. I reach between us and stroke him, and he rewards me with a hoarse cry. He clutches me to his body, holding me to him with desperation.

“So beautiful for me,” I whisper into his ear. “Come on. Give me what I want, Sunshine. That’s it. Let go for me.”

“Raiden,” Hiro whimpers, moving up and down faster, “Fuck. Yes.”

The scent of his hot cum hitting my chest and stomach undoes me.

“So good. That’s it. Like that. So fucking good for me.” I pound into his clenching heat and fall into oblivion. I hold him to me, burying my face in his neck as I gasp and shiver.

I want to stay inside him forever. Breathlessly, we gaze at each other. I wonder if I look as wonder-struck as he does as I guide him down for a kiss, soft and slow in the wake of our urgency.

I’m gone. So far fucking gone for this sweet, broken man who deserves so much better than me.

“Never letting you go,” I whisper against his lips. I grip the nape of his neck and meet his gaze. “Hear me, Sunshine? The only way either of us are walking away from this is if I die or you do. No one else can have you like this. You’re mine.”

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