Bitter Sweet – Part 3

Tears in his eyes and not quite able to take this strange feeling Takuma knelt again pulling Shiki's pants with him as he went. Shiki gasped shakily, lifting his hips to try and help Takuma in at least something. The old grandfather clock chimed, two hours it sang with it's gongs. Two hours until dusk.

Leaning forward and caressing Shiki's thighs with his fingertips and breath Takuma gave in to Shiki's soft hands on his hair and slid his lips to his erection. Licking from base to tip, sliding his nose along it; wanting to remember everything. Why did it suddenly feel like they had no time?

He slid his tongue along the slit savoring salt taste in his mouth before sliding his lips down slowly over Shiki's member, shielding his teeth and hollowing his cheeks, tongue brushing against the bundle of nerves just under the head as it passed.

A strangled noise left Shiki's lips sounding like he had wanted to talk but was interrupted, such a cute little 'urk!' that Takuma slid his head back and pressed his tongue there to hear it again. He was successful and remained there for a moment before sliding forward to the base letting Shiki's grip on his hair guide him into a slow rhythm.

Takuma slid a hand down from Shiki's hips, knowing he wouldn't choke him by accident, to rub against his own arousal now that it was safe. With his mouth... otherwise occupied, even if he did make any loud noise it would be smothered well enough to keep anyone from coming downstairs.

A hum vibrated from his lips as his own erection finally got some much needed relief, consequently causing his teeth to brush against Shiki's member making him pant and groan softly. Takuma did it again. Everything felt so magical even as they both got closer and closer to that pivotal moment they stayed gentle and kind.

When Shiki began to tense hips flexing obviously wanting to thrust himself far down Takuma's throat. Takuma relaxed it and pulled his hips forward swallowing him even deeper down his throat pumping his own member from within the confines of his pajama bottoms his groaned against Shiki's erection causing him to whimper and push himself a little deeper into Takuma's mouth.

Takuma accommodated him as he was thrown over the edge a loud moan that sounded like Shiki's name he spilled himself over his fingers and hand. The resulting vibration caused Shiki to huskily whisper Takuma's name as he came deep in Takuma's throat who continually swallowed milking him as much as he could before leaning back on his clean hand and staring up at Shiki's flushed face.

His adorable brown hair even more mussed than usual. He stood withdrawing his hand from his pants only to have it caught by Shiki's own. Takuma froze as Shiki pulled it to his mouth and his soft tongue slid against his hand removing the evidence and then finally capturing Takuma's lips again.

Takuma felt like he was floating in a bubble, precarious but happy. He clung to Shiki for an instant, returning his kiss, before pulling away. "Shiki," He whispered turning and walking to the counter and grabbing the mugs and the plate of scones. "Eat breakfast with me?" He turned to find Shiki, pants back up around his waist, sitting at the table, smiling lazily.

"Of course, Takuma. Anything you want." The plate was set on the table. And the clock chimed again, one hour. Takuma tried to hide a smile as Shiki asked, "Takuma where's the knife?"

Placing the mugs on either side of the table he turned to pick the handkerchief back in his pocket before whispering. "There was no knife. And the scones were on the counter before you came in."

The resulting silence and dumbfounded expression was enough to stay with Takuma through the break, and enough to haunt him afterwards.