Breakfast in Bed

Tsuzuki was tossing and turning in his sleep. He had the most beautiful dream, where he and his lovely partner were finally together, in every way he had always wanted. It was perfect, he was perfect, the embodiment of beauty, a mesmerizing mix of innocence and magnetism that drew him towards. What was most appealing in this dream was that he allowed his touch. They cuddled and kissed, and Hisoka gave no protest, in fact he was more than willing.

Then he bumped into something warm. That startled him from his sleep. He was in bed with someone. Please let it be him…

Slowly he opened one purple eye to greet whatever sight he was about to see. To his great relief, he saw a tuft of blond hair. Could it be that his dream was real?

Pressing closer, he kissed the mop of hair lightly, afraid to wake him up. For all he knew, Hisoka might not be as willing as in his dream. Maybe… he would regret it. Nobody ever stayed with him anyway, and he had definitely crossed the line with Hisoka. He couldn’t even hope for something so wonderful to happen to him. Why would he stay, Tsuzuki had nothing to give. Nothing but himself, and that wasn’t much.

“Tsuzuki no… baka…” Hisoka mumbled. Tsuzuki could only gape in wonder as the boy turned and edged closer, nuzzling his face to his chest. “Don’t think such stupid things, I was trying to sleep,” the drowsy voice continued.

“Hisoka…”

“Mmm?”

“…You’re not mad at me?”

“Why?”

“I just thought…”

They laid in silence. Tsuzuki felt an odd contentment. He felt a wave of peace wash over him, and realized it was Hisoka projecting his feelings. He basked in the light of emotions, enhancing his own. This was better than his dreams.

A soft sigh escaped his lips. He held tighter to the slim body in his arms, squashing them aginst each other. That’s when he noticed two things: they were both naked under the sheets, and he was sporting the usual morning stiffie.

“Tsuzuki…”

“Yes?” he answered, a bit timid.

“…I think I promised you something.”

“I…” Tsuzuki was cut off by soft lips touching his collarbone. That didn’t help his current condition. Neither did the warm hands gently gliding over his chest to his shoulders, or the lips following to the junction of his neck.

“You… don’t have to do it… Hisoka.”

“I want to. But, I am a bit sore,” Hisoka replied, blushing at the memories of last night.

“Then we don’t.”

“But… isn’t there… other things to do?”

“Well, yes. Ooh, do that again.”

“This?” he said and nibbled the warm spot where Tsuzuki’s vein pulsed.

“Exactly,” he breathed.

Tsuzuki was in awe at his young lover. How could he know just the way to touch, to find the most sensitive spots in him and make his body shiver with such small gestures? Like that hand that was trailing down his back, almost tickling his spine. Then he remembered he was with an empath. Now that explained a lot.

Tsuzuki didn’t know he had spoken until the words left him. “Kiss me. Make love to me.”

Hisoka blushed another bright shade of red. “I don’t know how.”

“Of course you do. You know everything. You’re not an idiot like me,” Tsuzuki smiled. His partner sure was smart, much smarter than he had expected when they first met. Maybe he was inexperienced, but the way he licked his neck just now proved he’d have no need for it.

And he knew this was that he wanted. All he had to give was himself, why not give it all? He had never wanted to surrender like this, never felt the need to keep a partner this badly. It was overwhelming how much he wanted to make this last, unlike every other partner, every other lover, it was almost desperate. Okay, it was totally desperate. He wasn’t sure if he could take another rejection. So he had to do everything he could. He wouldn’t lose this. He had no choice about it.

“Thinking stupid again. Can’t you ever shut up?” Hisoka snapped at him.

“Hardly. I have an infinite supply of mindless chatter, I need more distraction --” he was once again interrupted, this time by the silky feel of Hisoka’s lips grazing his own. A tentative tongue swept across, and he answered it, opening his mouth and sucking it deeper. Hisoka gasped. When his tongue was finally released, he countered, only to be thwarted by Tsuzuki’s hand that pinched his buttocks.

It was much safer to travel down the torso. And sucking his nipples surely distracted him enough. And then there was the belly button he’d felt so drawn to before… Hisoka didn’t bother to analyze what he was doing. It was more like he felt a strange draw to do something, almost hearing a pleading voice begging him to kiss here, roll his tongue around there, bite a little over here. He idly wondered if he’d be any good without this innate knowledge, but didn’t stop to think about it too much. He knew he’d die a second time just out of embarrassment.

“Hisoka…!”

Tsuzuki was more than aroused. He was practically in heaven. The boy lapping his belly was absolutely gorgeous, if he’d only go down…

“Aah!!” Tsuzuki couldn’t help moaning out as his wish was granted. Hisoka licked a long stroke from the base to the tip, swirling his tongue around the slit. He could taste a bit of precome oozing out, and he lapped it up in lazy strokes. Slowly he progressed lower, fondling and nuzzling every bit of skin in front of him before going back up. Wrapping his lips around the head, he let it slide in cautiously, minding his teeth. It felt a bit strange, and smelled unfamiliar, but tasted just like the rest of him.

“Hisoka, look at me,” Tsuzuki said fighting for breath. Hisoka glanced up, looking puzzled. “I want to see, your eyes… so beautiful. You’re too… beautiful…”

Hisoka blushed a shade darker. Beautiful? With his hair thoroughly messed, cheeks flaring red and turned inwards, a trail of saliva dripping down his chin? That man was really weird. But he loved every little quirk, even if they made him want to bang his head to the wall. And right now he wanted to make him squirm. If he were going to claim this man, he’d be damned not to make him enjoy it. Sure Tsuzuki said he wanted it, but his thoughts gave the wrong reasons. Hisoka couldn’t do anything without real consent, one that comes from the heart and the body.

So he kept his eyes on Tsuzuki's and let his instincts take over his movements. Those enchanting eyes were staring at him, half lidded and dark, violet pools drowning him. He couldn’t say if his head was moving, but it must have because those eyes moved too, in a steady rhythm of up, pause and down. He waited for a sign, a flicker of eye or a twitch of muscle. He’d know when he’d see.

Tsuzuki’s thoughts were getting less and less logical. It took an incredible amount of concentration not to grab that pretty hair and just… Only the green depths he was staring into were keeping his hips from bucking, and the thought of hurting him in any way. But even the electric green couldn’t stop his legs from slowly pulling further apart, stretching the thighs until he had to seek support from his feet.

As Tsuzuki’s knees bent, forcing him to shift a bit, Hisoka took it as his cue, but for what? Experimenting, he cupped the buttocks and licked his way to the side, teasing the tender skin of inner thigh. A mental flash shook him a little. That felt… gross. Couldn’t be healthy either. Then again, it wasn’t like he could die, and if that was what he had to do, then… Closing his eyes he kept kissing his way around, lifted Tsuzuki’s legs a bit more for better access, and finally slipped his tongue to the gap under the sac.

“Aaah… Hisoka… More…” Tsuzuki couldn’t form a coherent sentence anymore. With Hisoka’s tongue lapping in circles and his hands gripping his thighs, he dimly realized he wanted this, not only for Hisoka, but also for himself. His muscles tensed as he felt something moist and utterly wonderful entering him. In and out, spinning around, then back in…

“Ung… I have… some lotion… in my pocket… please… do it,” he pleaded.

Hisoka was in a similar daze; he couldn’t believe what he had just done. But he had an idea this was not the weirdest thing to come. He fumbled for the coat and retrieved a small tube of hand lotion.

The absence of direct contact made him suddenly aware. This room, bathing in morning light, and Tsuzuki, his ever-cheerful partner, squirming before him, watching his every move with lust-ridden eyes, begging for release…

Hisoka blushed like never before, the red reaching through his neck and traveling down his chest and even lower. This couldn’t be happening, this wasn’t real.

“Please… more… give me more,” Tsuzuki whimpered.

Hisoka concentrated. Off with the cork, good. Now smear the fingers… there. Then, just one, revolving around, eventually pressing gently in. After that another and another and…

After the initial resistance, it was oddly nice. One finger slipped like a knife through butter, and inside it was almost like warm butter. Soft, easily adaptive, but tightly enclosing. Second one was not that easy, but the third one really did it.

“Get them off already…” Tsuzuki moaned.

“O-okay…” Hisoka whipered back, scared he had done something really wrong.

But he was taken by surprise when he was pulled up to a dizzying kiss and his sticky hand was guided between his legs, thoroughly coating him. Tsuzuki’s tongue worked frantically in his mouth, slipping in and around, as if he was searching for something. Hisoka answered by thrusting forward, forcing his way in.

Hisoka felt like he was being devoured, consumed and melted into Tsuzuki. It was so overpowering he could hardly breath. He started rocking back and forth in an effort to release his mouth, but the more he moved the tighter Tsuzuki held. Finally he thrust fiercely, and Tsuzuki unlocked their mouths with a low growl, arching back.

“Again,” he panted, and howled out when Hisoka obeyed. And he did it again without another request, and again and again until he could hardly keep up with the wordless demands of their flesh and skin, crying for release in every shaky breath and every trembling move.

All it took was a slight bending over, more skin rubbing against skin, and Tsuzuki came with a hoarse wail. The power of it hit Hisoka and forced him to finish as well. For a small eternity, he was falling in space while his every single cell tensed and relaxed in the pulsing beat of some foreign electric charge. When the current let him go, he fell completely limp over something warm.

“Hisoka, daijoubu ka?”

”Daijoubu da.”

For several minutes none of them moved or said anything else. Then Hisoka slid off and slumped beside Tsuzuki.

“I… guess it’s normal to be this tired,” he commented from his place.

“Guess so. But I’m more hungry.”

Hisoka managed to smile a bit. Of course the baka would be hungry, a small wonder he didn’t run straight to the buffet.

“We need to wash first. And I’m too tired, you go ahead,” he offered.

“No way!” Tsuzuki exclaimed, and got up like he’d just woken up, gathered the small bundle of tired Hisoka in his arms and sauntered to the bathroom.

“Oi! Watch it baka, you almost hit my head!”

“Gomen!”

“And put me down!”

“But I thought you were tired!”

“I am! Get me back to bed.”

“Iie, I’m not going to eat alone! Think, there’s probably all kinds of goodies…”

“You can have them on your own. No, don’t tickle! Ooh…”

And the door clicked shut.

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