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After Thoughts
Peering through the microscope lens, Souichi Tatsumi shifted his position just the slightest bit. Though the chair on which he sat was padded, even that small movement was enough to remind him of last night’s excesses…and the person responsible for initiating them.
The quick glance he’d intended to take of that person became a lingering perusal. Tetsuhiro Morinaga was standing by the open window, his gaze aimed at something beyond Souichi’s field of vision. Midmorning sunlight shimmered in his hair revealing rich, warm highlights, and a gentle breeze ruffled random sleek strands causing them to dance and sparkle.
The expression on his face was arresting. Obvious pleasure mixed with a kind of wistful nostalgia. Souichi found himself wondering what the man was thinking and as though made aware of his senpai’s curiosity, Morinaga voiced his thoughts.
“Such a beautiful day. The cherry blossoms remind me of the viewing parties I attended with my family when I was a child. Things were so much simpler then.” As though realizing he’d said too much, Morinaga shook his head and turned to Souichi, a sincere and hopeful light in his deep brown eyes. “Senpai, let’s go out to lunch. There’s a new shop near the station. I hear the food is really great. We could get something to go and eat in the park. It’ll be my treat…um, a small apology for last night. I’ve been wanting to ask…is…is your body all right?”
Souichi, his attention fixed firmly on the microscope, felt the heat as his cheeks flushed. “Bastard! None of your business! You think free food will make up for what you did? And what’s with all this standing around now doing nothing? You certainly had plenty of energy last night! Since you seem to have so much free time, get me coffee. If you’re going to make me do all the work I’ll need the caffeine to keep going.”
Morinaga left his post by the window and Souichi lifted his head to glare at his kohai. Morinaga’s expression had changed, becoming downcast and contrite. “Sorry, Senpai,” he murmured in passing. “I’ll be back soon with your coffee.”
As the door closed behind Morinaga, Souichi felt a pang of guilt.
“Damn it! Is it my fault? I didn’t ask you to do that to me. Why do you always…do that?”
Thoughts of the night before crowded into Souichi’s head and his breath caught. Had it really been so bad? It was completely embarrassing…but. Souichi shivered. Morinaga was forceful, but invariably gentle. Those big hands of his were so warm and sure and his long slender fingers, so clever and nimble.
Breath beginning to speed, Souichi remembered how they’d released each button on his shirt. How they’d touched his chest and slid over his skin before drawing teasing circles around his nipples. The pads of Morinaga’s fingertips while not rough, were just the slightest bit abrasive and the feel of them smoothing over the hard tips of his nipples while lightly squeezing them had made Souichi moan in reaction.
Even now a whimper formed in his throat and he slapped a hand over his mouth to prevent its escape.
What am I thinking? Why can’t I stop? Why was it so good? GOOD!?
Souichi’s eyes widened. It was good. When Morinaga touched him, it felt heavenly. Fear assailed him and he shook his head in denial, but there was no escaping the truth. His body liked the touch of Morinaga’s hands - of Morinaga’s lips.
Drawing his hand slowly from his mouth, Souichi’s fingertips brushed his own lips. The touch invoked the memory of Morinaga’s kisses and his lips parted. Eyes closing, Souichi relived the tender invasion of Morinaga’s tongue into his mouth. How it playfully twined with his, encouraging Souichi’s own tentative explorations. Morinaga’s kisses were so intimate, so sensual yet sweet and loving.
The mingling of their breaths, moist and warm, teased and tempted. It drew their lips closer and when their mouths joined, Souichi invariably melted. Strength deserted him and instead of struggling, he fed on the taste of Morinaga, the flavor and feel of him making Souichi’s body come alive.
Every time they came together Souichi protested, but the words he uttered we’re more self-admonition than anything. He was weak against Morinaga, unable to deny the pleasure his kohai gave, and it made him feel ridiculous. All he did was spout off again and again about how much he hated homos, and yet his own body betrayed him. He was excited by that man’s touch. Even now, remembering Morinaga’s actions from the previous night, Souichi’s cock was growing hard.
The feel of it pushing against the fabric of his clothing reminded him of how Morinaga had easily divested him of both jeans and briefs. Naked, but for his open shirt, Souichi’s lust had been completely exposed. How could he possibly blame Morinaga for not listening when he said stop? His body so obviously wanted to be taken and Morinaga gave him everything he could possibly need.
There was no denying the man’s skills or how much he cared. Morinaga made love to him not only with his body, but with his words - hot, sweet, whispered words to accompany every sensual touch.
Senpai, you are so beautiful.
Your body is so sexy.
Look how perky your nipples are. They’re adorable.
You’re hard. Are you excited? The tip is wet. Is all this just for me?
You taste so good. I can’t get enough.
That’s it, it’s all right. Don’t be afraid. Come for me, Senpai. I want every single drop of you.
Umm, Senpai, so hot and tight. Wrap your legs around me. Yeah, just like that. So good…feels so good inside you.
I love you, Senpai. I love you so much.
“Ungh, shit,” Souichi panted. Unable to stop the flow of his thoughts, he was now in a very awkward and uncomfortable position. His cock was completely hard and aching for release. “I can’t let him see me like this.”
Desperately needing relief and mortified at the thought of anyone, especially Morinaga catching him in this condition, he stood. Making sure his lab coat hid the clear evidence of his arousal; he made for the nearest restroom. Inside he checked every stall. No one else was present and knowing classes were in session, there was little chance someone would come. It was the perfect opportunity.
Entering the furthest stall, Souichi shut and locked the door behind him. With shaking fingers he unbuttoned his lab coat and hung it on the hook provided for the user’s convenience, then unfastened the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper. As soon as his fingers wrapped around the thickened length of his cock, he was lost.
With echoes of Morinaga’s voice ringing in his head, Souichi’s hand began to move.
You like this Senpai? Does it feel good when I stroke you like this?
“Ah…no,” Souichi murmured even as swirls of pleasurable sensation lodged in his groin.
I love touching you. I want to make you feel good.
“Stop talking.” Phantom fingertips pressed and lightly pinched the hard buds of his nipples.
I can’t do that. I want you to know it’s me. I want you to remember it’s me your body responds to.
“Morinaga,” Souichi whispered. “Morinaga. So good.”
Hand moving faster, Souichi closed his eyes and submersed himself in pure pleasure. Fingers squeezed and stroked his cock until the semen locked in his balls forced its way free to come bursting out in a blaze euphoria so profound his knees threatened to buckle.
You drenched my hand, Senpai. Souichi could almost hear Morinaga’s deep masculine chuckle and the satisfaction in his voice. You’re so lusty. It’s beautiful.
“Only with you…only for you,” Souichi murmured and the truth hit him like a blow.
He’d never felt this way about anyone. No one had ever touched his body or invaded his soul the way Morinaga did. Not one person. Ever. Having once suffered a great loss, Souichi had unconsciously and zealously guarded his heart. To be close to others was to risk the pain of losing them and he never wanted to feel that ever again. Having his father and Tomoe and Kanako in his life was enough. Or it had been, until now.
Try as he might, he couldn’t keep Morinaga out. It was already too late and though he might not admit it out loud, his heart would not be denied.
“Damn it,” Souichi muttered, but the curse held no heat, only gentle resignation and acknowledgement. “What am I going to do?”
Wiping his hand and the evidence of his spent passion away, he set his clothes to rights and left the stall. Approaching the sink, he turned on the water and began washing his hands. Visions of throwing himself into Morinaga’s arms, kissing him soundly and declaring his love, assailed Souichi. He scowled then grinned.
“He’d have a heart attack.”
Souichi chuckled. Maybe someday Morinaga’s sweet visions of the two of them being lovey dovey might come true, but for now he was going to have to continue working for what he wanted. Souichi’s pride and lingering fear wouldn’t let him give in so easily…even if that’s exactly what he wanted. But someday. Someday soon…
Returning to the lab in a much more tranquil state of mind, Souichi arrived to find Morinaga waiting with the cup of coffee he’d ordered.
“Senpai! Is everything all right? I was worried when you disappeared.”
“Disappeared? I haven’t been gone that long, have I?”
“Well no…but I still worried.”
“Idiot. I just went to the restroom.” Recalling what he’d done there, Souichi again felt a blush rising in his cheeks. Noisily clearing his throat, he retook the seat he’d deserted some minutes ago. “Morinaga.”
“Yes?”
“About lunch. That place you mentioned? I hope you have a lot of money with you because I’m starving.”
“Senpai! Really?”
“You said you were buying, right?”
Souichi looked up. Morinaga’s face was filled with such delight; he found it hard not to smile in return.
“Right! Anything you want.”
“Anything? Good.” Images of their future together crowed into Souichi’s head. “I intend to be demanding.”
Morinaga gave him a puzzled look. “Senpai?”
“Never mind. Let me finish writing up my findings on this specimen and we’ll go.”
“All right.”
Morinaga gathered a batch of dirty test tubes and took them to the sink for washing. From the corner of his eye, Souichi watched him go. Demanding or not, Souichi knew Morinaga would be up to the challenge. With a tiny smile curving his lips, Souichi bent to his work, anticipating the future and all it had in store.
After Thoughts
Peering through the microscope lens, Souichi Tatsumi shifted his position just the slightest bit. Though the chair on which he sat was padded, even that small movement was enough to remind him of last night’s excesses…and the person responsible for initiating them.
The quick glance he’d intended to take of that person became a lingering perusal. Tetsuhiro Morinaga was standing by the open window, his gaze aimed at something beyond Souichi’s field of vision. Midmorning sunlight shimmered in his hair revealing rich, warm highlights, and a gentle breeze ruffled random sleek strands causing them to dance and sparkle.
The expression on his face was arresting. Obvious pleasure mixed with a kind of wistful nostalgia. Souichi found himself wondering what the man was thinking and as though made aware of his senpai’s curiosity, Morinaga voiced his thoughts.
“Such a beautiful day. The cherry blossoms remind me of the viewing parties I attended with my family when I was a child. Things were so much simpler then.” As though realizing he’d said too much, Morinaga shook his head and turned to Souichi, a sincere and hopeful light in his deep brown eyes. “Senpai, let’s go out to lunch. There’s a new shop near the station. I hear the food is really great. We could get something to go and eat in the park. It’ll be my treat…um, a small apology for last night. I’ve been wanting to ask…is…is your body all right?”
Souichi, his attention fixed firmly on the microscope, felt the heat as his cheeks flushed. “Bastard! None of your business! You think free food will make up for what you did? And what’s with all this standing around now doing nothing? You certainly had plenty of energy last night! Since you seem to have so much free time, get me coffee. If you’re going to make me do all the work I’ll need the caffeine to keep going.”
Morinaga left his post by the window and Souichi lifted his head to glare at his kohai. Morinaga’s expression had changed, becoming downcast and contrite. “Sorry, Senpai,” he murmured in passing. “I’ll be back soon with your coffee.”
As the door closed behind Morinaga, Souichi felt a pang of guilt.
“Damn it! Is it my fault? I didn’t ask you to do that to me. Why do you always…do that?”
Thoughts of the night before crowded into Souichi’s head and his breath caught. Had it really been so bad? It was completely embarrassing…but. Souichi shivered. Morinaga was forceful, but invariably gentle. Those big hands of his were so warm and sure and his long slender fingers, so clever and nimble.
Breath beginning to speed, Souichi remembered how they’d released each button on his shirt. How they’d touched his chest and slid over his skin before drawing teasing circles around his nipples. The pads of Morinaga’s fingertips while not rough, were just the slightest bit abrasive and the feel of them smoothing over the hard tips of his nipples while lightly squeezing them had made Souichi moan in reaction.
Even now a whimper formed in his throat and he slapped a hand over his mouth to prevent its escape.
What am I thinking? Why can’t I stop? Why was it so good? GOOD!?
Souichi’s eyes widened. It was good. When Morinaga touched him, it felt heavenly. Fear assailed him and he shook his head in denial, but there was no escaping the truth. His body liked the touch of Morinaga’s hands - of Morinaga’s lips.
Drawing his hand slowly from his mouth, Souichi’s fingertips brushed his own lips. The touch invoked the memory of Morinaga’s kisses and his lips parted. Eyes closing, Souichi relived the tender invasion of Morinaga’s tongue into his mouth. How it playfully twined with his, encouraging Souichi’s own tentative explorations. Morinaga’s kisses were so intimate, so sensual yet sweet and loving.
The mingling of their breaths, moist and warm, teased and tempted. It drew their lips closer and when their mouths joined, Souichi invariably melted. Strength deserted him and instead of struggling, he fed on the taste of Morinaga, the flavor and feel of him making Souichi’s body come alive.
Every time they came together Souichi protested, but the words he uttered we’re more self-admonition than anything. He was weak against Morinaga, unable to deny the pleasure his kohai gave, and it made him feel ridiculous. All he did was spout off again and again about how much he hated homos, and yet his own body betrayed him. He was excited by that man’s touch. Even now, remembering Morinaga’s actions from the previous night, Souichi’s cock was growing hard.
The feel of it pushing against the fabric of his clothing reminded him of how Morinaga had easily divested him of both jeans and briefs. Naked, but for his open shirt, Souichi’s lust had been completely exposed. How could he possibly blame Morinaga for not listening when he said stop? His body so obviously wanted to be taken and Morinaga gave him everything he could possibly need.
There was no denying the man’s skills or how much he cared. Morinaga made love to him not only with his body, but with his words - hot, sweet, whispered words to accompany every sensual touch.
Senpai, you are so beautiful.
Your body is so sexy.
Look how perky your nipples are. They’re adorable.
You’re hard. Are you excited? The tip is wet. Is all this just for me?
You taste so good. I can’t get enough.
That’s it, it’s all right. Don’t be afraid. Come for me, Senpai. I want every single drop of you.
Umm, Senpai, so hot and tight. Wrap your legs around me. Yeah, just like that. So good…feels so good inside you.
I love you, Senpai. I love you so much.
“Ungh, shit,” Souichi panted. Unable to stop the flow of his thoughts, he was now in a very awkward and uncomfortable position. His cock was completely hard and aching for release. “I can’t let him see me like this.”
Desperately needing relief and mortified at the thought of anyone, especially Morinaga catching him in this condition, he stood. Making sure his lab coat hid the clear evidence of his arousal; he made for the nearest restroom. Inside he checked every stall. No one else was present and knowing classes were in session, there was little chance someone would come. It was the perfect opportunity.
Entering the furthest stall, Souichi shut and locked the door behind him. With shaking fingers he unbuttoned his lab coat and hung it on the hook provided for the user’s convenience, then unfastened the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper. As soon as his fingers wrapped around the thickened length of his cock, he was lost.
With echoes of Morinaga’s voice ringing in his head, Souichi’s hand began to move.
You like this Senpai? Does it feel good when I stroke you like this?
“Ah…no,” Souichi murmured even as swirls of pleasurable sensation lodged in his groin.
I love touching you. I want to make you feel good.
“Stop talking.” Phantom fingertips pressed and lightly pinched the hard buds of his nipples.
I can’t do that. I want you to know it’s me. I want you to remember it’s me your body responds to.
“Morinaga,” Souichi whispered. “Morinaga. So good.”
Hand moving faster, Souichi closed his eyes and submersed himself in pure pleasure. Fingers squeezed and stroked his cock until the semen locked in his balls forced its way free to come bursting out in a blaze euphoria so profound his knees threatened to buckle.
You drenched my hand, Senpai. Souichi could almost hear Morinaga’s deep masculine chuckle and the satisfaction in his voice. You’re so lusty. It’s beautiful.
“Only with you…only for you,” Souichi murmured and the truth hit him like a blow.
He’d never felt this way about anyone. No one had ever touched his body or invaded his soul the way Morinaga did. Not one person. Ever. Having once suffered a great loss, Souichi had unconsciously and zealously guarded his heart. To be close to others was to risk the pain of losing them and he never wanted to feel that ever again. Having his father and Tomoe and Kanako in his life was enough. Or it had been, until now.
Try as he might, he couldn’t keep Morinaga out. It was already too late and though he might not admit it out loud, his heart would not be denied.
“Damn it,” Souichi muttered, but the curse held no heat, only gentle resignation and acknowledgement. “What am I going to do?”
Wiping his hand and the evidence of his spent passion away, he set his clothes to rights and left the stall. Approaching the sink, he turned on the water and began washing his hands. Visions of throwing himself into Morinaga’s arms, kissing him soundly and declaring his love, assailed Souichi. He scowled then grinned.
“He’d have a heart attack.”
Souichi chuckled. Maybe someday Morinaga’s sweet visions of the two of them being lovey dovey might come true, but for now he was going to have to continue working for what he wanted. Souichi’s pride and lingering fear wouldn’t let him give in so easily…even if that’s exactly what he wanted. But someday. Someday soon…
Returning to the lab in a much more tranquil state of mind, Souichi arrived to find Morinaga waiting with the cup of coffee he’d ordered.
“Senpai! Is everything all right? I was worried when you disappeared.”
“Disappeared? I haven’t been gone that long, have I?”
“Well no…but I still worried.”
“Idiot. I just went to the restroom.” Recalling what he’d done there, Souichi again felt a blush rising in his cheeks. Noisily clearing his throat, he retook the seat he’d deserted some minutes ago. “Morinaga.”
“Yes?”
“About lunch. That place you mentioned? I hope you have a lot of money with you because I’m starving.”
“Senpai! Really?”
“You said you were buying, right?”
Souichi looked up. Morinaga’s face was filled with such delight; he found it hard not to smile in return.
“Right! Anything you want.”
“Anything? Good.” Images of their future together crowed into Souichi’s head. “I intend to be demanding.”
Morinaga gave him a puzzled look. “Senpai?”
“Never mind. Let me finish writing up my findings on this specimen and we’ll go.”
“All right.”
Morinaga gathered a batch of dirty test tubes and took them to the sink for washing. From the corner of his eye, Souichi watched him go. Demanding or not, Souichi knew Morinaga would be up to the challenge. With a tiny smile curving his lips, Souichi bent to his work, anticipating the future and all it had in store.