Capture - Volume 1 Chapter 28 Touch Explicit

There was a trail starting from the entrance of the bedroom to the bed itself, as they fumbled to remove their clothes.

A button that wouldn’t undo. A belt that seemed stuck. Limbs tangling and all over the place.

It was an unusual awkwardness. Keigo almost wished revenge upon Kaoru’s trousers. Kaoru couldn’t understand why it was so difficult to take off a shirt.

The kisses were however constant. Filled with a measure of longing and missing the other.

They fell into bed together. Skin bare. Their bodies melding.

Kaoru trembled when he felt Keigo’s hardness pressed against him. Fully aware of his own arousal.

“Why are you so shy?” Keigo found it endearing. He nipped at Kaoru’s neck, intent on leaving a mark.

Kaoru couldn’t form a coherent response. This was familiar and yet also new. The touches invoking memories that he had tried to file away.

He gasped and jerked when Keigo sucked on a n.i.p.p.l.e and started to stroke him.

“K-Keigo!”

Keigo played with the n.i.p.p.l.e lazily with his tongue as it stiffened under his attention. He moved onto another n.i.p.p.l.e and bit it, causing Kaoru to yelp in surprise. Warm liquid began to coat his hand on Kaoru’s c.o.c.k.

It made Keigo even harder. He forced himself to focus and not give into passion. Not yet.

Kaoru protested involuntarily when Keigo’s hand withdrew.

“I won’t leave you for long.”

He wanted to ask Keigo what he meant.

Then all thoughts vanished when the other man inserted a finger into him.

Kaoru’s body wrenched.

“Relax,” Keigo whispered and kissed him again. Kaoru was so tight, so hot as he stretched him. He waited for a moment before inserting another finger.

Kaoru jumped a little and held onto his shoulders tightly. His breath erratic.

“Does it hurt?”

“N-no,” Kaoru managed. He m.o.a.ned when Keigo continued to thrust into him, touching him in places which caused jolts of pleasure.

“You’re wet.” Keigo was immensely pleased and so damn aroused. His body screaming to take Kaoru.

Kaoru was so embarrassed that he just buried his face in Keigo’s shoulders.

Keigo chuckled huskily.

“Let go of your arms.”

In his hazy mind, Kaoru complied obediently.

“I said that I won’t leave you.”

Kaoru widened his eyes when Keigo lowered his head.

He mewled when the other man’s mouth took him in.

Keigo sucked Kaoru, taking him as deep as he could. His fingers still inside him.

He remembered the taste. The feeling of Kaoru’s pleasure in his mouth. How the body would shudder beneath him. How his own body would grow painfully taut with unreleased need.

It didn’t take long before Kaoru wanted more than this. Needed more than this. Even as he thought that he could probably die from pleasure just right now.

He might have pleaded for Keigo to stop. Or for him to do SOMETHING. He could hear his own voice but couldn’t make out the words.

Keigo drew his mouth out and covered his lips instead, making him taste his own saltiness and ardor. His hands now steadying Kaoru’s h.i.p.s.

With all the effort he could muster, he eased himself into Kaoru slowly. Aware that it has been a while for his lover. Enticed to no end when Kaoru spread his legs further.

“Relax, baby.” Keigo gritted his teeth.

Kaoru gasped almost desperately. He clung onto Keigo. He could feel his inside being filled.

When he realized that Keigo was fully inside him, Kaoru was sure he would perish in a fire.

It took only a moment of adjustment before Keigo felt Kaoru pressing against him, asking with his body what he couldn’t quite put into words.

That was the last straw.

Keigo thrust into Kaoru, losing every last bit of his control. Their bodies entwined, connected and lost in rapture.

Even so, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Kaoru’s face.

He had always loved watching Kaoru’s expression during the height of passion. The flush that was not due to shyness. The sounds of pleasure which stirred his blood. The hooded gaze which made Keigo believed as if he was the only person left in the world.

Kaoru screamed as he climaxed and arched his body, his hands gripping onto Keigo like a lifeline.

His insides clenched Keigo’s c.o.c.k, driving him to the edge and he followed with his own release. A primal pleasure seared by an emotional intensity.

Keigo’s body tensed before collapsing onto Kaoru.

When it was calmer, he rose to withdraw carefully and looked down at the beautiful man he had almost lost.

“Hold me?” Kaoru whispered in a small voice.

“Always,” Keigo promised and pulled him into an embrace.

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Hours later, Keigo laid awake in bed, with a warm, soft body tucked next to him. A dark mop of hair on his chest.

He thought about how passionate and giving Kaoru was as Keigo took him. Then he thought about the fragility in Kaoru’s voice when he had asked to be held.

Keigo had hauled Kaoru to his side and stroke his hair until the tension left Kaoru’s body and he had fallen asleep. He promised Kaoru “always” and he intended to keep it.

In a moment of rare uncertainty, Keigo wondered why Kaoru could forgive him enough to allow him to do this.

For god’s sake, he had picked up Kaoru on a whim all those years ago, when he was feeling tired from the rebuilding he had to do for his family’s fortunes after his father’s extravagance and truthfully, just wanted a simple, good f.u.c.k.

He had believed that he could use a convenient companion underpinned by cash. He didn’t expect to encounter someone so unselfish and gentle.

Kaoru had never asked for anything else and had always been there when Keigo wanted to get away, even if for just a few hours.

It was probably due to a miracle that Kaoru hadn’t been stolen by anyone else while Keigo was, frankly, whoring indiscriminately when they were apart.

Never again, he swore silently.

A slight movement. Keigo looked down and smiled when he realized that Kaoru was now hugging his waist.

He decided not to question his good fortune.

“I won’t f.u.c.k up again,” he whispered.