After speaking to Kinosuke about the house addition and the treehouse, I decide to retire for the night. It’s been a long day and I’m glad for the quiet. Tsutomu seems to have grown out of his habit of refusing food and though I don’t know how Hide managed that, I’m glad it’s no longer a problem.
Hide is still downstairs with Yukiko. Yukiko seemed reserved earlier but she seems to be watching us closely? I can only imagine why she seems to have taken an interest in Hide and I all of a sudden. But perhaps it’s nothing? Thinking about it will probably just be a waste of time so I release the thoughts from my mind.
I still don’t know what to tell my son about the job at the Akebeko. I’m sure Eiji will take the utmost care of Tomu, but Hide is right, we don’t even know how he’s doing in school. But the job starts on Monday so there’s not much time.
Closing my eyes, I try to drift off to sleep. Unlike in Yoshiwara where each night was unpredictable, where sleep is closing your eyes but not your ears, here on this futon I can sleep peacefully and eventually be assured of my fine pillow.
(OOC: Saitou is taking a rest and will not wake up until very early in the morning.)
Falling Asleep
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He was already asleep…
After another talk with Yukiko-san and cleaning up from dinner (tempura – easy to make, a hassle to clean up, all that oil), I found that Hajime had already finished his conversation with Kinosuke-san and was in our room.
I just -look- at him, back on our futon-san. The bags under his eyes attest to how tired he must be. I change into my sleeping yukata, and get under the covers, drawing him close to his fine pillow. In his sleep, he settles on me, and I smile, feeling his warmth, breathing in his scent, as I press a kiss onto the top of his head. Ah… I feel my lips curve into a smile as I drift off…
(OOC – Hide is asleep)
Lightly touching her stomach, I feel for our child. Will you be like your mother, lazy in the mornings? But it wouldn’t matter, after all I would love you like I do your mother.
Soon I should get going but just like every morning I’ve spent with her, here or in other places I’m rooted in this position. Just watching. Is she dreaming? What of? And if not? Why not? I trace my fingers on her cheek, under her eyes, the tip of her nose and finally her lips.
I feel a touch on my face… gentle, but I know the feel of those fingers. I stir and open my eyes, finding my arms already wrapped around him. I snuggle in closer, and smile at the man I share my bed, my life, my future with.
“Mmmm… I like waking up like this.” I lay my head on his chest, and hear that heartbeat. The last morning, I didn’t get to wake up with him. I kiss the place on his chest where his heart beats. “Good morning, Hajime.” I laugh a little. It’s barely just morning but I’m reforming my lazy morning ways to get more time with him in this busy house.
She lays her head on my chest. I’m thankful I’m wearing a thin shirt so she doesn’t see the long horizontal gash that’s now healing.
“Mmmm… I like waking up like this.” “Good morning, Hajime.”
“Of course you do. Waking up and -not- getting up.” I tease and entwine my fingers in hers. “Good morning Hime.”
I didn’t mean to, this early morning, but I slide her Yukuta from her shoulders and start touching her there first with my free hand but I ended up landing soft kisses on her fair skin, much like I’ve been wanting to the past few months away from her. Could we? This early in the morning? I want to.
Pulling her into a sitting position, I don’t ask much by way of permission. It’s quite obvious what I want.
I laugh softly as he teases me, and I grin. “Well it does give me something to stir myself for….”
He starts to remove my yukata, and I untie the belt and let it slide off entirely, and reach behind to release my hair from the ribbon I had used to pull it back with, letting it fall down. Letting him see me as I am now – the last time I perhaps had a -bump- and not this belly, and I know my breasts have grown, as well.
His kisses start little fires in this cool summer morning, and I respond with kisses of my own, up and down his neck… what did I tell Yukiko-san? About this being something tangible? Well, I do love touching this man, who -still- wants me, and looks at me with those eyes. I don’t think I’m the only one feeling warm as I trail the kisses to his mouth, to draw him into a deep kiss.
“Well it does give me something to stir myself for….”
I can only grin at that and watch her remove her yukata and now with her hair flowing, I reach out to touch her hair. With us in this sitting position, I see her body entirely and she’s becomes slightly more rounder but in the right place. Reaching out I touch her breast, kneading it lightly but I still find it compliant to the touch.
But we found ourselves just kissing all over, she on my neck and i on her shoulders. I let my hands roam her body, the small of her back, her waist, kneading her thighs. Leaving her shoulders, I explore her chest and take a peak into my mouth. It’s much more softer, like clouds but I can feel her reacting to me as I coax her nipple to grow harder and it doesn’t take long. My free hand reaching down to touch her intimately, to see if her body remembers what I used to do with my fingers in her folds.
Leaving her chest, I go back to one of my favorite parts of her, the nape of her neck and slowly start to leave my mark on her. As if I needed to, she’s carrying my child after all.
I feel his hands on me and I just want to melt. Then as he touches my breasts, I gasp – I knew they were more sensitive, but ah – I couldn’t have even imagined… then he replaces his hands with his lips and I stifle a groan. “Hajime…” I touch his shoulders, bringing him close to me, to tell him, yes, please… keep going. But I think the reaction of my body speaks louder than words, and I must be quiet…
And my body responds to his touches and yes… it’s been so long and I missed him -so-. Intimacy is more than this great passion between us – it’s being close, and yes, loving during this time. I brush back his bangs as he ah… he’s leaving his mark on me, and I take a nip on his shoulder before tracing my way, with my tongue, to lick behind his ear.
I wriggle against his fingers inside me, as I feel shocks of pleasure and my wetness coating him. “Yes…” I grin. “But what about you?” I undo his pants, and reach inside for what I want to touch.
“Why are you still dressed?” I whisper. “I’m -sure- you have an injury or two you don’t want me to see, but I promise, no fussing -now-, I just need to feel your skin against mine…” I start to undo his shirt with the hand that’s not occupied down below, and I press my chest against his. He knows that it can feel even better…
Wonderful. She feels wonderful. Everywhere I touch, smell and see, my senses feel -overwhelmed-. She’s still here, the same, the one I left for so long has waited for me. I wanted to let another night pass, give her space but when I awoke this morning I knew I couldn’t. Before we move on, I want this, the assurance that she was mine, mine alone. Done with leaving my mark, I feel her behind my ear, her panting breath tells me I’m making progress in my ministrations.
“But what about you?”
“Ah well.” I whisper, “I’ll leave that up to you. Whatever you want.”
And she takes my shaft in her hand I sigh. I’ve wanted her to touch me for so many nights that I’ve dreamt of it lying awake hot and wanting in Yoshiwara.
“Why are you still dressed?” “I’m -sure- you have an injury or two you don’t want me to see, but I promise, no fussing -now-, I just need to feel your skin against mine…”
She assures me that there’ll be no fussing and I swallow. “Alright.” I help her get my shirt of. A little nervous as I know parts of that long gash is still healing. But she promised, so I pull her close to me, wanting the feel of her skin against mine and going back to kissing her lips fully, pulling at her tongue and sweeping her mouth. Suddenly I want to invade her, not simply relish her.
How… how does it feel like I’m discovering something new every time we share each other? Like I need more, more, more… I can’t kiss him, touch him, taste him enough. It feels like we were just together but we know how long it’s been – and he comes back, looking for me – still wanting me – after all this time. I’d been so lonely, missing him for so long – and now we’re here, again, in our home, in our bed…
“I’ll leave that up to you. Whatever you want.
“Mmm… but I want -a lot-” I murmur, keeping up the motion of my hand on his manhood, gentle yet insistent, hearing that sigh – only urges me on. Did he think of me, as I did him, all of those long nights away?
He reluctantly gets out of his shirt – he seems almost nervous and I can see why. Ah… there it is… I press myself against him, my nipples still tight and hard, thinking that again, he faced life or death and -lived- and is back here. Another scar? I can handle that – men who live get scars. I kiss him, hard and passionate, my other hand roaming his back, sliding down to his bottom.
I break the kiss as I pant in his ear, “but there’s still the problem of your pants…” I grin, but it’s hard to hold. I -need- him… I need that final closeness and I move against his hand to let him know that I’m -ready-.
“Mmm… but I want -a lot-”
Flicking my tongue at the edge of her ear, I whisper, “I know but you’re not alone.” I stay her hand that’s been taking me to highs I’ve not felt in a while. “Stop for a minute.” I tell her with a bit of a drawl. If she continues, we both won’t get what we want. I might but I want more than simply my own feelings of pleasure.
She makes true to her word and do not fuss and instead kisses me hard. Is that her way of not fussing? I can’t complain as I feel her hands start roaming my back and I do the same to her front, her breast still like clouds in my hand obeying my fingers and I knead her waist until I settle my hand on that belly that is now hard to ignore.
“but there’s still the problem of your pants…”
She grins and I grin back, “It’s alright Hime…” I get behind her not removing my pants. I don’t particularly like this position as I can’t see her face but for now I’ll put up with the inconvenience for our child. I kiss her ear and mumble “Sorry we’ll have to do it this way.”
Wrapping my arms around her waist I lift her up slightly and guide my member into her already welcoming warmth. I can’t help but exhale into her ear as I feel her womb wrap itself around me. “Hide you feel -very- good.” Reaching over I cup both of her breast and guide her to move against me. She can set the pace.
Sorry we’ll have to do it this way
He turns me around and yes, this is not ideal but the child… but it still feels -good-. So right… I was worried that I would somehow not -work- after all this time but no… my body knows what I want as he slides in. I grin a little as I remember an old trick and -squeeze- with my muscles there, before we start moving.
Even like this, we fit together so well… connected in this most intimate way. I just wish I could see his face – I delight in drawing out reactions in him, and sometimes it’s so subtle, but I love it.
Hide you feel -very- good
“You feel so good inside me…” I whisper, “ah my Hajime…” I move against him, starting slow as I feel him sink deep within me. My hands feel slightly frantic without him in front of me to hold, so I reach back to hold onto his hips, setting the rhythm… I want to go slow and savor him but it’s just not possible this morning – I need him too much and can’t help but to move faster.
It’s been a while for the both of us and although I knew our lips would find each other, but would old instincts of our love making still be there? But she squeezes me and my breath is taken away. She remembers and I cup her breast some more but I reach down her center past her belly. Stroking her sensitive bud with my fingers are she moves against me up and down. Closing my eyes I settle my head on her shoulders, urging her on, tasting the sweat that’s slowly trickled down her back.
I can hear the slight creaking of the floor as she bounces on my shaft. Such delightful feeling, lusciously and slowly driving me insane. With my free hand I let go of her breast and enter her lips with my finger wanting her to suck on it. While continuing to attack her most sensitive area down below.
“Hide…” I can feel the ringing in my ears, like a whistle about to explode but I will myself not to fill her just yet. I want it to last a little longer with my woman, my lover and my friend. And one day soon, more than what we have today. Catching my breath I bite the flesh of her back.
Ah no matter how we are with each other… it’s always as it should be – freely giving and taking from one another. Although I can’t see him, his fingers have found something new … I almost -squirm- as he finds me there but instead I bite my lip to hold back a moan. Ah how creative he is… and even if we can’t see each other, we know exactly how to bring the other… not just pleasure but -joy-.
Then his finger comes to my mouth and I manage a grin… another one of our old tricks, but usually at the beginning… I lavish it with my tongue, and scrape my teeth lightly down its length before sucking on it, matching the rhythm of my hips below, and the movement of his hand on my center.
Every bit of me is tingling, buzzing… aching as I keep moving… sucking… trying to remember to breathe but I feel my release roaring – I’ve held it back as long as I can but when the man I love makes love to me… I summon one last burst of strength to squeeze him again, to bring him with me, to fill me as my ookami-sama -bites- me….
Once he did that, I release, clutching the covers and futon to my face to bury the sound as I cry out his name.
I can’t see her but I can feel her writhe against me. I press myself further into her back, my haggard breath already making itself apparent from her expert pacing. No other woman can compare with the joy I find in her when we’re like this.
Her sweet suckling of my finger brings it’s own pleasure aside from where we’re intimately connected. I can’t help but dip further into her mouth and attack her more aggressively at her center. It’s like my hands has found a mind of their own. I can’t be doing this to her am I? If I’m rubbing her a bit raw everywhere right now, I’ll have to make it up later.
Then I feel her shiver against me and a very -tight- squeeze that forced me to spill into her in such violent bursts. I pull my hands from where they played and place it right above her belly, my arms squeezing her to lean back into my chest and pressing her down further into my shaft, deeply burying myself in her. Then I hear her muffled sounds into the covers, I kiss her cheek and find her hand to hold it in mine.
“Don’t move.” I tell her. If she does, I think it might just about kill me. My face buried in the nape of her neck, I can barely breathe. I held us like this until I felt her chest rising and falling in tune with mine and we finally recover from what we did to each other. Slowly I lift her from me and fix myself, while stealing glances at her just laying on the now messy futon. I can’t help but grin. I am a lucky man.
I always think I remember what it’s like, when it’s just the two of us, in this storm we create. But every time… it blows me away, as if it’s the first time all over again. And afterwords, despite all that we’ve done, it always ends with hands being held, a gentle kiss. As he moves away, I steal one more kiss from the man I love. “Hmm I liked it that way after all.”
As I recover, laying on the tussled futon, I just watch him with what is probably a -very- silly grin on my face, as the sun finally starts to light the morning sky. “I guess for this, I’ll become a morning person,” I laugh, stretching out. I pat where our child rests, “sorry to wake you up, little one, but chichiue and hahaue needed that.”
But I get up and start to get ready for the day – brushing and putting up my hair, getting dressed, putting away the futon, and getting out Hajime’s clothes. “Oh, poor futon-san,” I say. We’ve put it through a lot.
I stand up with him. “I’m going to have to get -this- look off my face before I go downstairs, won’t I?” I lean up for one more kiss, but I’ve learned that if I don’t beat Yukiko-san downstairs we’ll have her interpretation of rice for breakfast.
I shake my head. I still like her in front of me, “Hmm. Well you said not to treat you like glass but at least the fanbooks gave me an idea.” I watch her as she gets ready and talks to our child.
“I’m going to have to get -this- look off my face before I go downstairs, won’t I?”
As she kisses me I nibble a little at her lower lips. “You don’t have to, I like it on you.” Suddenly I grin, “If you want I’ll stay up here until you’re done cooking. Maybe that will throw them off?”
I doubt it however for the adults in the house, even if they didn’t hear us, I think they’ll just assume we had indulged anyway. Turning away from her I light the first cigarette for the day. “I’ll see you later Hime-sama.”
(OOC: You can close)
Hmm. Well you said not to treat you like glass but at least the fanbooks gave me an idea
I tilt my head and look at him, and then laugh. “I’m glad they’re finally -useful-.” I’m also glad that he knows that we can still share in this and I won’t break – in fact, it will help once the time comes if I stay active – in all sorts of ways. And I know we’ll make up the kisses and embraces that we couldn’t share this morning another time.
I try to school my face into a more neutral expression but I can’t – it’s a beautiful summer morning and the man I love is home for now, after so long.
“Yes, wait, but don’t be late for breakfast.” I touch his hand one more time before exiting to get breakfast ready for the family.
(OOC – close.)