A/N: Please don't kill me. ^ ^;;
"The Trick Is To Open Your Eyes"
Your hands are hot, and my clothes melt away beneath them. You whisper my
name once, breathlessly, and I moan as your breath stirs against sensitive
skin. A snicker, and we fall onto the bed, hopelessly, wonderfully
I am so in love with you that it hurts.
Your fingers slip down between my legs, tangling in the coarse hair there
and I hiss in surprise. I have felt these things before, with Miyako, but
never with so much emotion behind them. The difference is almost
indescribable- like being blind all one's life, and then suddenly realizing
that the trick is to open your eyes. You feel stupid and foolish, but
you're also so incredibly grateful that you've finally gotten it right.
I slide backwards on the bed, leaning back against your pillows, and your
sweet smile turns unabashedly predatory as you slink towards me on your
hands and knees. I shiver with anticipation, and your eyes gleam in what
little light is in the room.
"Dear," you purr, and slide into my lap. My reaction is what one would
expect from a naked person with a beautiful and horny boyfriend spooned up
against them, and your smile is absolutely wicked when you notice.
"Daisuke," I say weakly, my face reddening. You chuckle and wink at me-
and then lunge forward and take me in your mouth. I barely keep myself
from shrieking in shock even as stars explode across my vision.
Your tongue is already going to a number of inventive places, and it's all
I can do not to wail. But the children are just down the hall, and if I
educate them about my sex life, I think Miyako will quite literally kill
me. Or worse.
I gasp hoarsely, my hands flying to your hair, and you yelp in surprise,
jerking back with a pained curse. I feel my face reddening again and I
mutter an apology. You just shrug and rub at your poor, sore head.
"It's okay," you tell me. "Um, Ken . . . you know- I don't think I told
you this before, but . . . I've never . . . done this. I mean, I HAVE, but
not with . . ." You trail off, suddenly blushing.
"Never with another man?" I guess, and you nod quickly, blush darkening.
"I haven't either."
" . . . Do you have any idea how we're supposed to do this?" you ask
"I was hoping you would."
The two of us stare at each other for a long moment; then simultaneously
* tbc . . . *