Lights of a secret

"Ouch," Aki winces, shutting his eyes tightly. The cotton bud presses against his skin again and the stinging returns. It isn't as bad as it was when Aki arrived at Hiroto's place, but the pain was still there. "Do it softly."

"I'm doing it as softly as I can," Hiroto sighs, his hands shaking as he cleans up Aki's wound. The reaction his dad had given was just as expected. He had gotten up from his seat, pushing away Aki's mum as he threw a slap straight for Aki's face, no remorse in his eyes when he saw the aftermath. There must've been a ring on his hand and a cut was made running straight across Aki's cheek. Honestly, that was much better than anything else Aki had gotten from his dad before. "How did you even get this?"

"My Father," Aki explains, tilting his head away so that Hiroto could place a bandaid over the cut. "I told him about how I was pregnant, he didn't get as annoyed at that as when I told him you were the father."

"He knows who I am?" Hiroto sounds confused, a little nervous too. Aki can tell by the way he scrunches his nose. It was a habit of his that Aki was picking up after staying around him for too long.

"He knows your family," Aki corrects, intertwining his fingers with Hiroto's and pulling him forwards, knocking their foreheads together. "Did you forget, my family isn't exactly on the best terms with yours."

Hiroto pushes Aki down on the bed and hovers above him. "I still find it strange that they hate each other."

"Same," Aki hums, wrapping his legs around Hiroto and making him drop on the bed beside him. "My parents said that they've hated your family for almost a century now."

Hiroto pauses where he was kissing Aki's cheek to pull back and raise an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?" He shakes his head and sits up, looking surprised. "Our families didn't hate each other for that long. They only started hating each other in the past two decades or so."

This time Aki's surprised. But his dad had told him to stay away from the Tsukumo family because they had betrayed them so many times now. He always made it sound as though it was something that had been happening for many decades.

"Do you not know what the real reason is?" Hiroto asks, spiking Aki's curiosity further. How did Hiroto know about all this? "The real reason is—"

Before Hiroto can finish his sentence, Aki's phone rings. He ignores it and urges Hiroto to continue, but the ringing doesn't end. With a sigh, Aki pulls his phone out of his pocket and glares at the screen.

"What is it, Haruki?" Aki questions, annoyed to have been interrupted at such a time.

"It's eight," Haruki says as a matter of fact. Aki's eyes dart over to the clock and he rolls his eyes. Ever since what had happened, Haruki had asked Aki to come home before eight everyday, or at least tell him if he was going to stay over somewhere by eight.

Hiroto takes the phone out of Aki's hand and presses it against his ear. "Hey, Older brother? Aki's going to stay over tonight, is that okay?"

"Don't call me that," Haruki clears out first, eliciting a laugh out of Hiroto. "Also, don't touch him. Let him rest."

Hiroto hurriedly agrees with him and Aki quickly gets in a goodbye before Hiroto ends the call. He throws the phone to the dressing table and climbs over Aki. "Alright, he said not to touch you and so I'll do exactly the opposite of that."

Aki chuckles as Hiroto strips him of his bottoms, tossing them across the room. It doesn't take him long to get rid of his own alongside Aki's shirt. "Why do you never listen to Haruki? He's not a bad guy, you know."

"I know," Hiroto says, bringing his hand down to Aki's boxers and tracing his finger around the bold outline. "But the way he acts as though he's smarter. He's only a year older, doesn't have to act like such an old man."

The conversation between them dies down as Hiroto pulls his own boxers down and shuffles closer to Aki, who was already leaning on the headboard, grabbing his cheek gently, being careful of the cut. He runs his thumb across his bottom lip before poking it in. Aki's tongue is quick to lick it, his eyes looking up at Hiroto with no shame. Aki doesn't even hide how his hands reach down to his own dick and he starts stroking it slowly.

"You're so erotic sometimes," Hiroto says, forcing his jaw open. He holds his dick in front of Aki's open mouth. "Here, have a reward for seducing me well."

Aki scoffs before opening his mouth wider, his hand abandoning himself as he places them on Hiroto's thighs. He shuts his eyes as he takes him as a whole, feeling the pressure at the back of his throat. It stings every time Hiroto twitches in his mouth, but Aki thrives under the pain. Aki swirls his tongue around him, hearing Hiroto grunt every so often.

"How does such a small mouth take me so well?" Hiroto pants, caressing Aki's face, his hips jerking forwards by accident. "Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to, it's just—"

Aki pulls off with a glare. "Hiroto, don't hold back, I'm not fucking fragile."

His words are enough to flip a switch in Hiroto and he shoves himself into Aki's mouth, his fingers coming to his head to grip at his hair. He's completely different to how he was just a moment ago. All the gentleness in his touch is gone and Aki feels a shiver go down his back when he sees Hiroto looking down at him with a dark expression. He doesn't hold back as he thrusts deep into Aki's mouth, his erection hitting against the back of his throat.

There's tears running down Aki's face as he struggles to keep up with Hiroto, keeping his throat open as he takes quick breaths between every thrust.

"Come on." Aki looks up at Hiroto, who smirks down at him. "Suck a little, why don't you?"

Obediently, Aki shuts his eyes and tightens his lips around the base of Hiroto's dick, his hands holding him in place. Aki gulps slowly, enjoying how Hiroto moans at that before sucking as hard as he could. The sound his mouth makes as he sucks him is loud and even Aki blushes at it.

"That's more like it," Hiroto says, petting Aki's head. When Aki moans at it, Hiroto pauses before doing it again. "You're doing great, Aki. Looking so pretty with your lips around my dick, sucking me off so well, such a good boy."

Aki doesn't know what overcomes him as he quickly tries bringing a hand to his dick when he suddenly comes, his jaw dropping open as he cries. Hiroto watches in amusement as Aki cums over his own stomach, slowly sliding down on the bed.

"Shit, you came just from my dick in your mouth," Hiroto comments, his hand smearing the cum on Aki's stomach. He scoops a bit on his finger and brings it up to Aki's lips, a small smile on his face. "Give yourself a taste."

Aki glances down at his finger, his dazed eyes not caring what it was as he leans forwards and licks his cum off his finger. Hiroto's eyes widen and he freezes in his place, cum spurting onto Aki's chest as he sucks on Hiroto's finger.

"I didn't know I was into that," Hiroto says, his legs giving up on him as he sat on Aki's lap. Aki's hands come to rest on his waist as he leans in to kiss him. He sticks his tongue out and licks Hiroto's lip, holding it between his teeth and tugging at it. "And didn't know you would get like this after cumming."

"I wanna shower," Aki says, half his words unintelligible as he mumbles it against Hiroto's lips. "I feel sticky."

"You are sticky," Hiroto chuckles when he feels Aki rubs his chest with Hiroto's shirt. "That's partially my fault, let me help you with that." Hiroto stands up before wrapping his arms around Aki, easily picking him up. "Alright then," Hiroto grins at Aki, who ignores him and he continues to bite his way down Hiroto's neck. "Let's take a shower.*