In My Dreams, I Feel You – Third Arc
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Additional Warning For the Last Page: This part is precisely the reason why the story is rated M. If you’re not 18 or above, please be responsible enough to close this window and read something else befitting of your age.
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Ryoma got out from the tub, water running down in rivulets all over his naked body. He takes a towel and dries off his hair, shaking out the excess as he pats the rest of his body dry. As he leaves the bathroom, he realizes that he is still alone in the house even after almost 30 comforting minutes of attending to his bath. He went up the stairs leading to his room, feeling the cold loneliness creeping up once again.
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Ryoma turned, his eyes searching Kunimitsu’s brown gaze. He still can’t get over how different Mitsu’s eyes looked without his glasses. He tried to think of something to say, to make their predicament less awkward but his mind was a blank. Well, blank except for thoughts about how much he wanted to kiss Kunimitsu senseless…among other things.
Tezuka Kunimitsu is not faring any better himself. His vision — though not so good without the aid of his glasses — drank in the sight of his Ryoma; the greenish black hair plastered on his adorable tan face, the pair of golden green neko-like eyes staring back at him looking both innocent and seductive. He can control where his mind and sensibilities lean but his body has other agendas. Staring intently at Ryoma, he couldn’t miss the slight tremor that went through the younger boy’s body and the slight widening of his already wide eyes.
“Ryo…” Kunimitsu’s deep voice sounded brittle even to his own ears. “Mitsu…” Ryoma’s husky voice stopped whatever other words Kunimitsu was about to say. Just two words were spoken, and the next thing they knew their lips were latched hungrily to each other, their hands feverishly exploring the other’s body.
“Mitsu…” Ryoma gasped when he finally pulled away from his lover’s addicting lips. “I told you that this bath tub was made to accommodate only one person didn’t I?” His voice sounded almost like a purr.
He slowly stood up on shaky legs, “Let’s continue this elsewhere.” He led Kunimitsu outside the door, only pausing to get them each a towel so that they don’t leave a puddle of water wherever they go; they then went up the stairs leading to Ryoma’s room.
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Closing the bedroom door behind him, Ryoma went to lie on his bed, unmindful of getting his pillows and sheets wet. He stretched out, folding an arm on his forehead as he stares at the ceiling. His eyes strayed towards his alarm clock; it’s past 7pm. That means it’s past 11:00 AM in Germany.
I wonder what Mitsu’s doing now.
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Ryoma laid on the bed unmindful of getting his pillows and sheets wet, pulling Kunimitsu with him. He laced his arms around the older man’s neck, as he pulls down the latter’s head, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. Kunimitsu responded by nibbling on the younger boy’s lower lip, sucking on it gently and licking it with the tip of his tongue before doing the same to his upper lip. Ryoma’s breath caught in his throat, and he felt his body tremble with desire and anticipation. His hard-on strained painfully against his wet underwear, and he can feel Kunimitsu’s under his own set of clothing.
“I think…we have too many clothes on.” Ryoma said as he started unbuttoning Kunimitsu’s Seigaku shirt. After finishing the three buttons he helped pull the older boy’s shirt off, while proceeding to unbutton his own.
Kunimitsu’s hand grazed Ryoma’s flat belly moving towards the boy’s waistband, unbuttoning his pants. Ryoma’s hands stilled as he finished the 3rd button of his uniform, to look at Kunimitsu. Kunimitsu stared back imploringly, as he lowered the zipper of Ryoma’s pants. Almost mechanically Ryoma’s fingers went back to unfastening the buttons of his shirt; his eyes still transfixed on Kunimitsu’s face.
Kunimitsu lowered himself to remove Ryoma’s pants — never taking his eyes off his younger lover. After finishing his task, Ryoma hurriedly removed his top — tossing it on the floor. Bracing himself on his elbows, he lifted his hips to let Kunimitsu completely take off his pants.
The garment was tossed aside along with the growing heap of their discarded clothing. Kunimitsu crawled his way back up, planting small kisses on Ryoma’s still boxer-covered thighs, bare stomach and chest.
Delighting at the small moan that escaped his lover’s lips, he flicked his tongue over the boy’s right nipple before taking it into his mouth. Ryoma tried hard not to squirm as his hormones all but overwhelmed him with passion. Kunimitsu took the other nipple between his fingers, alternately rubbing and rolling it between his thumb and index finger. Ryoma’s body was in overdrive and losing all cool, he held on to Kunimitsu’s head, entangling his fingers in the older boy’s silky brown hair as he arched his body towards his Buchou.
Kunimitsu then moved his lips to the other nipple, tormenting them the same way he did the other, while his left hand took the place of his mouth. His other hand made its way downwards, passing once more over Ryoma’s stomach and reaching the waistband of his boxers. He pushed them downwards, freeing the boy’s hard member and started stroking it. Ryoma couldn’t control the gasp that escaped from his lips when Kunimitsu started stroking his shaft from the base to the head and back, stopping every so often to cup and massage his balls. Ryoma had never experienced anything like this before and being a virgin can only revel at the onslaught of sensations that is assaulting his body.
“Mitsu….” he gasped “I…..I….Ooohhhhh….” Ryoma can only moan out in pleasure, not knowing how to put the utter bliss he’s feeling into words.
“Ssshhh…” Kunimitsu hushed. “You don’t have to say anything, koibito.” He broke off the ministrations of his lips on Ryoma’s chest and moved south to replace the stroking motions of his right hand: his warm, moist mouth enveloping the boy’s stiff, heated member.
Ryoma had to stuff his fist in his mouth to stop the scream that almost escaped him when he felt Kunimitsu’s tongue gliding on top of his sensitive head. He thought he would just die in ecstacy. As he felt the warmth starting from deep in his loins, spreading throughout his whole body — he thought that he would burn from within.
Kunimitsu took Ryoma’s whole shaft in his mouth; sucking it in rhythm with his right hand gently massaging Ryoma’s balls, his nipples simultaneously teased by Kunimitsu’s left hand. Pleasurable sensations pierced Ryoma from all parts of his body until he felt that he cannot bear it any longer. He screamed in release, as the creamy white fluid burst from him filling his lover’s mouth.
“Mitsu!” He half-screamed, half-moaned.
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“Mitsuuuuu!!!”
He all but screamed in frustration as he looks at his cellphone.
No New Messages Received.
The offending device bluntly notified him.
He reminds himself that they already talked about the possibility of days passing by without being able to communicate with each other. What with their hectic schedules; Ryoma and the rest of the team, training in preparation for the Nationals, and Kunimitsu recuperating in Germany.
Ryoma scrolls back to Kunimitsu’s last message from three days ago: the one he got the day of his continuation match with Rokkaku’s Aoi Kentarou.
“Yudan Sezu ni Ikou” It said.
Ryoma snorts when he remembers first seeing that message.
Kunimitsu never changes. So long as it has something to do with Seigaku, he will always be my Buchou and me his Kohai. He thought to himself.
Scrolling down the rest of the message, his eyes softened, knowing the words that followed were all Tezuka Kunimitsu; the man behind the Buchou. The Kunimitsu he loves.
“Ganbatte, Ryo. Even in Germany, i’ll be your pillar of support. Aishiteru, koibito.”
Resigning himself to the fact that he had to wait until their schedule permits them to talk; he took off the towel that’s still covering his body and went to his drawers to change for bed. He opened the top drawer and took the green button down short-sleeved polo that was sitting on top of his other clothes and draped it over his body.
It still smells like you, Mitsu. Ryoma thought smiling sadly as he buttoned the shirt. The sleeves almost reached his elbows and the hem goes past his thigh, but he has taken to wearing it to bed since the day Kunimitsu returned it after borrowing it that night when they got caught in the rain.
He climbed up the bed once more and curling to his side, he willed himself to sleep. Instead, tears came once more unbidden, as Tezuka Kunimitsu’s distinctive scent wafted towards his nose. He buried his face inside the oversized polo and wept.
