Naruhito (48)
It’s warm. It feels nice. I’m happy.
I opened my eyes and saw Hiiro. Hiiro’s hand was on my body, and our bodies were close together, warm.
Thinking I could stay like this forever, I grabbed Hiiro’s clothes with my right hand. Soft futon and Hiiro’s firm chest. I want to feel his skin directly.
I slide my hand and gently stroke his neck. I sniff, thinking it smells like Hiiro. Always clean clothes and a body washed in the bath. A nice smell.
I remember that I haven’t washed and feel a bit anxious. I twist my neck and sniff myself. I hope I don’t smell bad.
I never worried about such things before.
Getting washed hurt, so it was more convenient to stay dirty. I used to sleep better alone.
“What’s wrong?”
Hiiro’s voice was husky from sleep. He took the hand I was stroking his neck with and kissed my palm.
“You smell good, Hiiro.”
“… You don’t smell much.”
“Because I haven’t washed.”
I hear a sharp intake of breath, and he moved up slightly.
“Do you want to take a bath?”
“Yeah.”
“I see…”
For some reason, he replies thoughtfully. Before, I didn’t like being washed.
He kissed me softly, and my head filled with pleasure. I pressed my lips for more, more. Hiiro’s tongue entered my mouth. Tangling our tongues feels even better. After a while, the pleasure spread through my whole body, making me relax. I feel light and incredibly good. It’s the best I’ve ever felt.
I melted into the futon.
Hiiro pulled away and said,
“That was intense.”
He took a deep breath. What’s wrong? I looked at his face, still feeling the pleasure, my face too relaxed.
“… When you feel better.”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s do something even better.”
If I feel any better, I might melt into Hiiro.
That sounds wonderful to me, so I smiled with joy.
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