It's been a while...again! Did you miss me? I'm sorry guys, but college is being a stupid hoe :/
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- Year IV -
Chapter 36 – indulgence
"All right everyone, please find your seats."
The students obediently walked around the classroom and sat down, their gazes locking on the teacher. Hirase, who was happy to have gained their attention, smiled and pointed at the chalkboard.
"I suppose you all know that summer break is going to start in a few weeks and our school has decided to organize a special event for our students. However, we are currently looking for suggestions and ideas for the activities. If there's anyone who's got an idea, please raise your hand."
Almost instantly, the teenagers started to exchange ideas with one another, trying to come up with something everyone would like. Even Fuuka, who usually didn't care much for special school events, turned towards Misaki.
"What would you like to do?"
"Me?" Misaki asked as the question surprised him, "To be honest, I really don't know. I've never been into these kinds of things anyway."
Fuuka nodded. "I know that, but this is our chance to do something that we will actually enjoy. We could have fun instead of being bored out of our minds." She rested her arms on the backrest of her chair. "If I could pick something, I would probably go for a dance."
"Yes, one of those American prom events you see in movies," Fuuka responded enthusiastically, "Everyone has to wear dresses or tuxedos and you can go with the person you like or with a group of friends. Besides, I love dancing!"
Misaki said nothing and simply kept staring at the excited redhead. He didn't want to spoil his friend's fun, but he did not like the idea of a school dance or a prom. After all, Misaki didn't have the proper clothing for such an occasion…and he most certainly couldn't dance. It wasn't like he had ever gotten the chance to dance with anyone before.
On the other hand, the idea of dancing did seem nice and Misaki surely wouldn't mind trying it out, but he didn't want to make a fool out of himself in front of so many people. If he wanted to go to prom, he would have to learn how to dance first.
"Kurusu-chan, did you just mention prom?"
Fuuka turned around to see the teacher standing at her desk, his blue eyes staring at her with interest.
"Yes sensei, I did. Is there a problem?"
Hirase shook his head. "Not all all, but I'll have to see if the other teachers are okay with it as well. We usually don't organize proms, but perhaps we could do it just for this one time." Turning around, he walked back to the front and grabbed a piece of chalk. "Listen up everyone," he said, "Kurusu-chan suggested that we have a school dance this year and I want to know if everyone's okay with that."
Several boys and most of the girls agreed immediately, loving the idea Fuuka had come up with. They were already starting to make plans for buying formal wear and other accessories, and some guys even started asking the girls to be their dates.
When things became too hectic, Hirase quickly told everyone to calm down, assuring them that he would talk about it with the principle and his colleagues. He attempted to continue his lesson, but everyone was way too excited to pay any attention.
With a sigh, Hirase took off his glasses and put them on his desk. "Since none of you really care for what I have to say, I suppose there's no reason to continue. You can all go home now; class is over."
It only took a minute for everyone to pack their bags and get out of the classroom. Loud chatter could be heard in the hallways, but Misaki was quiet as he walked to the exit. He was still thinking of some way to learn dancing without having to spend a lot of money. Fuuka could help him out, but he doubted she had a lot of time to spare since her girlfriend was staying at her place.
'I wonder if Usagi-san knows how to dance,' Misaki thought. His lover had always given off some sort of elegant vibe, like a gentleman—even though Misaki didn't find Akihiko gentleman-like most of the time. It wasn't unthinkable that Akihiko could dance.
Misaki was reaching for his cell phone when he heard someone call his name. As he looked to his right, he saw Masato approach him slowly.
Masato's gray eyes lit up a little, but the rest of his face was unreadable. "I wanted to ask you something," he said, nervousness barely audible in his voice, "You see, since the school's probably going to organize that prom Kurusu-chan mentioned, it'd be nice if everyone could have a date for the dance."
Misaki tilted his head curiously. "What are you trying to say, Masato-kun?"
The older brunet fidgeted with his fingers. "Actually, I was hoping you wanted to be my date for the dance." He nearly whispered these words and a light shade of pink crossed his face, painting his cheeks. "I-I know you already have someone you like, so I can understand if you don't want to go with me, but—"
"No, I'll go with you."
Surprise was written all over Masato's face. "Really?" The biggest smile played on his lips when Misaki nodded. "Thank you! You have no idea how happy I am right now." With that, Masato hastily ran off.
'Usagi-san is going to kill me if he finds out.' Misaki sighed and shook his head. 'I shouldn't tell him that I'm going with another guy; that would only make him jealous.' It wasn't like Misaki loved Masato, but he wanted to give him a reason to be happy, even if it was only for a short time.
Forgetting about his plan to call Akihiko, the teen left the building, heading for the man's apartment.
Wide lavender eyes gazed upon the short brunet, confusion evident in them. Akihiko took a step back, his face still a mask of surprise while Misaki entered the penthouse. The teen took off his shoes and took a deep breath before looking back at the other.
"I'm sorry for coming over so suddenly," Misaki apologized, mentally slapping himself for not giving Akihiko a call first, "If I'm bothering you, just tell me to leave."
Akihiko closed the door without taking his eyes off the younger male. "It's not that I don't want you in my house—you should know you're always welcome here. Your visit is a tad unexpected, that's all."
Misaki scratched the back of his head and laughed sheepishly. "Well, I wanted to call you beforehand, but for some reason I completely forgot about it."
"It doesn't matter to me. I wasn't doing anything special and it's always great to have you here." Misaki tried to ignore the heat rushing to his face. "Tell me, what brings you here so suddenly?"
In small steps, Misaki walked over to the couch and took a seat, followed by Akihiko. Curiosity was clearly visible on Akihiko's face. He was just like a child waiting to hear a secret.
"Usagi-san, I was wondering…can you dance?"
A frown found its way to the older one's face. "Yes, I can dance, but why is that of any importance to you?"
Misaki took a deep breath before he replied. "Today, my homeroom teacher told us that the school is going to organize a special event before the start of summer break. One of my friends suggested a prom, so now I have to go to a school dance…"
"…And you don't know how to dance, correct?"
Feeling embarrassed to admit it, Misaki bowed his head and nodded lightly. The chuckle coming from his lover didn't help him regain his confidence one bit, but luckily it didn't take long before Akihiko had stopped. Encouragingly, the author ruffled his chocolate locks, causing him to glance up.
"I will teach you the basics," Akihiko promised, "However, I do want something in return."
The brunet's heart made a small jump of happiness. "O-okay," he said, a hopeful look decorating his round eyes, "What do you want?"
Furrowing his brows in thought, Akihiko brought his right hand to his chin and scratched the skin softly. "Let's see… After we've finished our lesson, I want you to give me a blowjob."
Akihiko grinned wolfishly at the boy's shocked response. "I want you to get on your knees for me, open up wide and wrap your beautiful lips around my har—"
"No! I know what you mean, but why do you want me to do that? Can't you just ask for something innocent for once?" A pout adorned Misaki's face as he folded his arms. "You're so perverted, Usagi-san. Don't you know that there are other things in life besides that?"
"Of course I do. Yet, does that mean that I'll have to let this opportunity slip away?"
"Now you're taking advantage of the situation," Misaki growled.
"In that case, I suppose you don't need my help anymore…"
Irritation welled up inside Misaki's head when Akihiko acted so nonchalantly. He let his hands fall to his lap and emitted a loud sigh, knowing that there was no way around it. "Fine then, I'll do it," he muttered angrily. However, when his lips were kissed tenderly, the anger left his mind instantly.
Taking the younger's hand, Akihiko led him to the center of the living room area so that they had enough space to practice dancing. He placed one hand on Misaki's hip.
"Let's start with the preparations. Put your hand on my shoulder." He smiled when Misaki did as he was told. "That's right. When you're dancing with a woman, you should place your hand on her hip while she places hers on your shoulder. Since we're both men, however, it doesn't really matter where you put your hand."
For some reason, Misaki started to think of something dirty as his lover said he could place his hand practically anywhere. Being ashamed of these thoughts, he tried to focus on listening to the instructions. Akihiko's way of explaining things was easy to understand and soon Misaki was ready to take the first dance steps.
"I'm going to teach you a few simple dance moves, so follow my lead and try to keep up with it. First, you need to take two steps forward and then another two steps back."
Misaki looked down at their feet and slowly took a step forward, starting with his right leg. He could feel himself being pulled closer to his partner and quickly took another step, but it resulted into him stepping on Akihiko's toes.
"Ah, I'm sorry!"
Akihiko smiled. "There's no need to rush it," he said in a gentle voice, "Just take it easy."
"R-right." Slowly, Misaki stepped back twice, returning to his original position. They repeated the moves a few more times until he was getting the hang of it. Misaki tried to stop looking at the ground and look at Akihiko's face. A gentle expression in those pools of violet made his heartbeat quicken.
"Now, let's try another move," Akihiko said in his typical teacher voice, "Take one step forward, one to the right, one back and finally another step to the right."
The second move appeared to be a lot harder than the first one as Misaki kept taking the wrong steps. Forcing himself to concentrate, he took a step back, nearly losing his balance as Akihiko stepped in the opposite direction. The author quickly stepped back, shaking his head.
"Misaki, you're trying too hard. Just let me guide you and follow me instead of trying to get it right on your own. It's much easier that way."
Trying to do as Akihiko instructed, Misaki felt Akihiko tug at him lightly and moved in the right direction. The steps were repeated successfully, but Akihiko didn't seem to be satisfied yet.
"You need to move smoothly," he explained, releasing Misaki's hand and hip. As the boy looked at him in confusion, Akihiko made his way to the stereo and turned it on. Slow music sounded inside the penthouse while the author walked back. He got back into position. "Try to move in time with the music."
When Misaki managed to find the rhythm in the song, he counted in his head while moving at the right speed. His movements were becoming graceful gradually, displaying signs of indulgence. Feeling more confident about his dancing, Misaki looked at Akihiko without lowering his gaze to the ground. Emerald and amethyst were locked in one another, bodies unknowingly moving closer.
Akihiko turned slowly and smiled when his lover complied almost instantly. He had never liked dancing all too much, but doing it with Misaki made it…special. It was magical in some way. They were entranced, moving automatically as the music kept playing.
After another twelve steps, Akihiko leaned down to capture the other's lips in a kiss that was sweet and gentle like the melody floating around. Misaki's soft lips parted and collided with his, following the rhythm of the music. Their bodies were pressed together and hands started exploring shapes. Misaki moaned approvingly, sweetly, when Akihiko's fingers trailed the length of his arms.
Steps became smaller until the couple stopped dancing, only their tongues and hands still partaking in the act of moving rhythmically. Shivers coursed through the younger's body when his partner's lips threatened to leave him, and he leaned forward to make the kiss last a bit longer.
Giving permission to break the kiss, Misaki opened his eyes and was met with the loving gaze of his partner.
"Well done," Akihiko spoke kindly as he let go of the other.
"T-thank you." Running his fingers over his left cheek, Misaki could feel his skin burn. Without a doubt, Akihiko could clearly see he was blushing like mad.
A yelp came from Misaki when Akihiko suddenly swung his legs around his own waist and carried him to the sofa, kneeling down onto the cushions. The man moved his hips, rubbing his hardening manhood against Misaki's lower regions, eliciting a loud moan from his prey.
"You're just too cute," Akihiko whispered, his voice thick and lusty.
Misaki shut his eyes in pleasure, not sure why he was so incredibly sensitive. The low vibrations in Akihiko's voice spurred him on more, encouraging him to move his body as well. His hands grasped the other's shoulders, holding on tightly.
Akihiko moved his hands to Misaki's shirt and pushed it up, exposing his unmarred skin and pink nipples. As he licked his lips, he noticed how Misaki's lips trembled, and he grinned. Lowering his head, the man began to suck on the right nub, biting it occasionally.
"Nnh…ahh!" Cold fingers caressed the skin of Misaki's belly, fingernails leaving small scratches that made him mewl cutely. Writhing beneath his lover's touch, Misaki was disappointed when the pleasurable feelings disappeared. He opened his eyes and saw that Akihiko was staring at him hungrily.
"It's time for you to repay me." Suggestively, Akihiko unzipped and unbuttoned his trousers. Removing his beloved's legs, he stood up and took off the unwanted piece of clothing, throwing it to the other couch. His eyes found the boy again and he smirked when Misaki stared at the bulge in his underwear. "Sit on the ground," he ordered.
Obedience was shown when Misaki moved from the couch and waited for Akihiko to take a seat. His young body was shaking visibly from the nervousness he felt. It had been a while since he had last given head to Akihiko; he wasn't even sure if he was still capable of doing it properly.
As his lover sat down, the brunet positioned himself between his legs and carefully started to peel off Akihiko's boxers. The author's erection popped out, greeting him in all its glory. Misaki reluctantly wrapped his hand around the base and pointed the tip towards his own mouth. His tongue darted out slowly, beginning to lap up the fluids spilling from the slit.
Akihiko bit his lip, trying to hold back. He was watching the teen impatiently, feeling his self-control drop lower and lower. It was hard to stay calm when Misaki's undeniable cuteness turned him on so much.
Without being aware of it, Misaki had a secret weapon that Akihiko simply could not resist.
Misaki ran his tongue down Akihiko's length, his small and quick licks arousing the hardness. A groan came from his lover when he returned to the head and dipped his tongue into the slit again.
Glancing up, Misaki saw how the other closed his eyes and how his lips parted. His own member hardened by the sounds Akihiko emitted, and Misaki slowly reached down to rub himself through his clothing. The friction caused him to moan around Akihiko's cock. Growing more aroused, Misaki opened his mouth wider to let the length glide into his mouth. He could feel it pulse, hear his lover moan, and his own body responded whole-heartedly as his blood all went south.
After placing his free hand on Akihiko's thigh, Misaki began to bob his head up and down shallowly. It relieved him that he still knew how to do it and the way Akihiko's body shifted made him all the more confident about what he was doing. Encouraged, he dipped his head lower, taking in more of that delicious throbbing flesh.
Akihiko gasped as the warmth of Misaki's mouth enveloped his manhood. "Ah, Mi-Misaki." He weaved his fingers into the soft strands of hair and opened his eyes, looking down upon the lovely sight of his young lover pleasuring him.
"Mnn," Misaki moaned as he hollowed his cheeks more, trying to satisfy Akihiko for all he was worth. It shocked him when Akihiko yanked at his hair, forcing his head back. Misaki glanced up, trying to find out what he had done wrong.
"Usagi-san?" Uncertainty laced the boy's innocent voice.
Several short breaths fell from Akihiko's lips as he spared the other a wanting gaze. "I can't wait anymore," he said sultrily, "I need you now."
Before Misaki knew what was going on he was pushed against the backrest of the sofa. Akihiko undid his pants and pulled it down, along with his underwear, leaving the brunet exposed and vulnerable. Misaki shivered as he felt the man's body warmth behind him and closed his eyes.
A drawer opened and closed, the sound of something being squeezed coming from behind Misaki. His hands balled into fists against the sofa and he bit his lip to still his eagerness. Although he wasn't completely trying to hide his want, he wouldn't allow himself to show Akihiko that he was craving it.
Something thin and slippery positioned itself at Misaki's entrance and he recognized it as one of his lover's fingers. It pressed its way past the tense muscles, gently yet somewhat hastily, and Misaki whined at the mixed pain and pleasure he felt.
Akihiko brought his lips to the back of Misaki's neck, kissing and sucking on the skin. He moved to his back, then to his shoulder and up the side of his neck. As he found a small pink ear, he bit the lobe softly. All the while he kept moving his finger around inside of Misaki, wriggling and thrusting.
"Haaa…" Misaki moaned and whimpered sweetly as the digit pleasured his insides. "Mmm, U-Usagi-san." Clapping his hand over his mouth, Misaki blushed at the lustful tone of his voice, but he couldn't hold back a loud cry when Akihiko pushed a second finger in. "Aaahhh!"
Somehow, Akihiko's patience seemed to have reached its limit, because the author suddenly started to thrust his fingers deeper into his lover. He made scissoring motions, forcing the walls apart, and jabbed further into the tightness.
"Ahh!" Another scream echoed inside the condo when that sweet spot within Misaki's body was hit. The heat shot right to his cock, the pressure inside his abdomen building up as his prostate was being teased.
"Misaki…" Akihiko whispered sensually into the teen's ear, "I love you."
"I want you."
Misaki felt the fingers being removed from his body and trembled at the loss, knowing that it would soon be replaced with something bigger. He already let out a moan when Akihiko pressed his cock against his quivering hole. His body was shaking and growing hotter while he felt Akihiko's breath on his neck.
With a hungry grin, Akihiko thrust into Misaki's small body, groaning in ecstasy at the heat that welcomed his crying member. He licked Misaki's ear as the boy arched his back, moaning helplessly as the novelist attacked his sensitive body. Hands had gripped those soft slim hips, allowing Akihiko to move faster and deeper.
"Haa—ahh!" Misaki's voice bounced against the walls as he moaned and gasped at the roughness of Akihiko's actions. His lover was pounding into him hard, biting his neck, leaving tiny marks on his way down. The pleasure was driving Misaki insane and the need to come was becoming too much to bear.
Akihiko noticed the other's frustration and smirked. "What's the matter, Misaki?"
"It's…ah…too much…" It became difficult to speak as Misaki's voice was getting weaker. "Usagi-san, I need to…"
"Need to come?" Akihiko teased, purring against his marked skin. He didn't even give Misaki the chance to respond as he slammed his cock into him, causing Misaki to cry out loudly and spill his white essence over the sofa. Repeating this motion a few more times, he growled beastly before releasing his load, filling his lover completely. A few weak moans reached his ears as his thrusting slowed down, and then he pulled out of Misaki and sat down beside him.
Misaki's body began to regain its strength and soon the brunet managed to push himself back up and turn around. He leaned his head back and stared worriedly at Akihiko, who was smoking a cigarette. The frown on the man's face told Misaki that something was wrong. He had already noticed that Akihiko was rougher than usual, as though he was frustrated about something, and the poor teen wondered if he had unconsciously made him upset.
Carefully, Misaki moved a bit closer to him, studying his face closely.
Akihiko glanced at him, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. "What is it?"
"Are you all right? You seem…upset about something."
"I am disappointed."
Panic overwhelmed Misaki as he heard this. What had he done to displease Akihiko? Was he really that bad at giving him pleasure? Looking down, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, as though he had just been stabbed right in the heart.
"I'm sorry," he said softly, "I know I'm not good at this kind of thing, but I didn't think you would hate it that much."
Putting down his fag, Akihiko cocked an eyebrow. "What are you talking about? I was referring to the school dance you mentioned earlier."
Misaki was relieved, but when he saw the sadness in those dark eyes his heart dropped a little. He finally understood why Akihiko was acting so different; his lover was jealous, because he couldn't go to the dance with Misaki.
As he thought about it some more, the young teen began to realize that he too was rather sad that he couldn't go with his lover. The school dance could have been a very romantic event, but there was no way he could ever bring Akihiko along.
"I-I wanted to go with you too, Usagi-san," Misaki whispered, averting his eyes.
Akihiko looked surprised, but when he saw the red color that had taken residence on the youth's face a smile played on his thin lips. He embraced his sweet angel and kissed his forehead. In the end, the situation didn't seem all too bad to him. After all, he was the first person who had ever danced with Misaki, and no one could ever take that away from him.
Yes, Misaki is going to the dance with another guy. If you're wondering why, it's because he simply feels sorry for Masato since he can't return his feelings. Also, don't worry about Fuuka; she'll get a date as well xD
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