Capture - Volume 1 Chapter 37 Desire

There was a cheerful sound coming from the bathroom which was no longer drowned by running water. Kaoru’s humming after he was done with his shower.

In Keigo’s mind, he pictured his lover n.a.k.e.d and soft. Hair wet and cheeks flushed.

He grabbed a change of clothes, stuffed them into his gym bag and called out, “I’m going to the gym. Be right back.”

The humming stopped but Keigo zipped his bag and headed to the door of their bedroom.

He was fleeing in cowardice. An act which was unlike and beneath him. But Keigo believed in recognizing one’s limits when called for (in extreme and rare circ.u.mstances).

“Keigo.”

He turned around and found Kaoru’s hand tugging onto his sleeve.

Kaoru bit his lips. A sign of nervousness. His eyes fixed on Keigo’s collar.

“It-it’s a bit late.”

He was taken aback by the statement. It was just after nine pm.

“It’s just a short while,” he teased. “You won’t even miss me.”

His easygoing tone masked a desperation underneath.

Keigo really had to get out of the door. He wasn’t fully confident of his own self-control. Not when Kaoru was looking so lovely in that fluffy bathrobe and Keigo’s brain was full of all sorts of s.e.x.u.a.l fantasies worthy of a teenager.

He needed to blow off steam, which had resulted in frequent short trips to the gym recently. Ironically, that meant that Keigo had never been in better shape.

“I know. I meanit’syou don’t need to,” Kaoru struggled to voice it out. The color in his cheeks heightened.

Keigo studied him for a moment and understanding dawned upon him.

He chuckled. “Was I that obvious?”

Kaoru still refused to meet his eyes. “A bit.”

“We can wait.” Keigo tried to be sensible. “I don’t want to rush you.”

He leaned forward and kissed Kaoru’s forehead. Keigo was going to turned away when he felt the tug on his sleeve refusing to let go.

“The doctor said it’s fine.”

“But-”

“I don’t want to wait,” Kaoru rushed the words out. “I’ve been waiting all week. And when you look at me, sometimes I think I’ll burn-”

Keigo stared at him. Sense evaporated.

“Damn it.” He dropped the bag and pulled Kaoru against him, forcing those eyes to meet his.

The need in Kaoru’s eyes was matched only by his own.

Keigo crushed his lips. This was not a kiss of romance. He wanted Kaoru to feel every bit of unreleased desire which had been tormenting him.

Kaoru melted. He returned Keigo’s kiss with equal passion and want.

“Are you sure that your doctor cleared this?” Keigo asked with whatever was left of his resolution when they broke off.

Kaoru’s blush deepened into scarlet. “Y-yes. He said that it’s better if my partner is on top.”

Keigo couldn’t help but draw a slow smirk on his face. “That suits me just fine.”

Before Kaoru could react, he dived in for another kiss and pressed their lower regions against each other.

Kaoru sucked in a sharp breath and clung to him. He didn’t protest when Keigo untied the sash of the robe to reveal his n.a.k.e.d body underneath, or when robe slid off his shoulders and onto the floor.

The incision on his chest stood out starkly. Keigo drew back and studied the scar, marveling at the fact that they were here together.

Kaoru’s arms encircled his neck. Softness in his eyes. Shyness in his smile.

“I won’t break,” he whispered. “I promise.”

Keigo captured his lover in by the waist and said huskily, “Then I am not letting you out of bed before noon tomorrow.”

“Keigo!” Kaoru looked absolutely adorable.

He reconsidered. “Maybe in the evening.”

Kaoru managed a tiny whisper, “I don’t mind.”

“All day.” Keigo changed his mind. His hands cupped Kaoru’s soft behind, eliciting a gasp, and lifted him off the floor.

Kaoru giggled as they moved to the bed, where Keigo laid him gently on his back.

A couple more kisses followed. Kaoru m.o.a.ned into his mouth when he played with his n.i.p.p.l.es, knowing that they were ever so sensitive. Then Keigo felt Kaoru’s hands reaching underneath his top, trying to pull it up.

“I suppose I should strip,” he murmured.

Kaoru only nodded, slightly dazed. Keigo got up and stood before the bed, taking his time to peel off his top and pants.

Kaoru watched him closely, as if he couldn’t tear his gaze away. Then as Keigo slid out of his briefs, Kaoru’s eyes widened, and he swallowed.

If Keigo thought that he couldn’t possibly be harder than he already was, that reaction proved him wrong.

A quick reach to grab the lubricant from bedside table’s drawer and he was back in bed. He placed his hands on Kaoru’s thighs, urging them to give way.

Kaoru parted his legs willingly for Keigo to kneel between him, although his breath quickened.

He trembled when Keigo lifted his h.i.p.s for access. His expression a captivating combination of bashful l.u.s.t.

Keigo applied a generous amount of liquid to ease his lover’s passage. Kaoru gasped and gripped the sheets when he inserted a finger. Then two.

He could come just from the noises which Kaoru was making now. The wetness in his hands. The way Kaoru was wrenching and starting to angle his h.i.p.s for more. It reached a point where Keigo knew that he was at his limit.

“I need to take you. Now,” he said, taut and barely in control.

“Yes,” Kaoru whispered breathlessly. “Now. Please.”

Keigo withdrew his fingers and spread Kaoru wider, lifting his legs above him.

He positioned himself at Kaoru’s inviting entrance and pushed into him in one long thrust. Kaoru cried out and arched his neck.

Kaoru was so tight, so warm and so ready for him. Keigo could go mad with desire.

He stilled for a moment, giving Kaoru time to adjust, even if his instincts were anything but.

Kaoru’s eyes settled on him and his mouth opened wordlessly. His pressed against Keigo ever so slightly.

Keigo abandoned all resolve and began thrusting into him. In this position, he could see everything. His c.o.c.k buried deep inside Kaoru. His lover’s c.o.c.k stiff and trembling. Kaoru’s body open, vulnerable and meeting his ardently.

There was no need for words. There was simply too much to feel in this moment. A knowledge that was intimate and precious in the love they were making. Gentle and sweet. Desperate and fierce. As if they were lovers for the first time.

It wasn’t long before Kaoru reached out and touched his arm. His c.o.c.k weeping.

Keigo knew what he wanted. He bent and hovered over his lover. Careful not to crush Kaoru. Both of them needing the closeness as they neared their peak.

They climaxed so close to each other that they both shuddered with rapture. Kaoru hugged his shoulders tightly to seek an anchor. Keigo buried his face in Kaoru’s neck for support.

Bliss. Sweat. Uneven breaths. Keigo’s heart pounded. He could hear Kaoru’s heart beating strongly as well. It was a sound he loved and treasured.

He forced himself to pull out and was surprised when Kaoru clung to him quickly.

“Let go, baby. Or I’m going to crush you,” he murmured soothingly.

Kaoru did so reluctantly. His face was vulnerable and fragile. Keigo almost couldn’t bear it.

He rose and pulled Kaoru onto his lap. The mop of dark hair rested on his chest.

“Tired?” Keigo asked fondly.

Kaoru shook his head. “It was very nice.”

“Just nice?” Keigo pretended to sound shocked.

Kaoru looked up, flushed and dreamy. “You know what I mean!”

“Perhaps I don’t. Perhaps you should tell me,” Keigo teased.

A jab in his stomach and a giggle. Kaoru just nuzzled against him.

Keigo laughed, husky and low.

“Definitely all day,” he announced.

“Hmm?” Kaoru raised his head in confusion.

“All day. In bed. Tomorrow,” Keigo clarified with meaningful look.

Kaoru mouthed a silent “oh” and buried his face in Keigo’s chest again. Keigo felt a little smile which warmed him.

“Okay.”