Birthday - Volume 2 (nsfw)

(Two months later)

Warm kisses were being planted on Natsuo's head and hair while he was still trying to sleep. He burrowed his face into the pillow and let out a deep groan when the lips reached his cheeks and mouth.

"Happy birthday, cutie," Jiro murmured into his ear and squeezed him tightly behind his back. Natsuo couldn't help but surrender himself to sink into his loving arms, feeling safe and secure as he basked in Jiro's tender embrace.

"I will obey you all day today. Where do you want me to touch first?" Jiro asked and let his soft hand wander under the duvet towards his groin.

Natsuo rolled onto his back and melted into a sultry smile as he felt his lustful lover graze the fabric of his boxers.

"Coffeemaker," he answered, causing Jiro to freeze as he pulled Natsuo's underwear down.

On any other day, he would have protested and continued stripping him naked, but now he simply nodded and jumped out of bed.

A clatter coming from the kitchen caused Natsuo to drift back into light sleep, but he finally woke up when he smelled nostalgic breadlike aroma combined with oranges and cinnamon.

Jiro carried the tray to the bed where he had put together the same breakfast as that morning when he picked up the passed-out Natsuo from the street. There was heart-shaped jam on top of the pancakes and he had prepared coffee instead of tea in a way that Natsuo liked the most.

"This time, everything was made with love," Jiro sneered as he handed him the steaming cat-shaped mug.

"So you don't mind eating this with me, just to prove it's not poisoned?" Natsuo asked with a raised eyebrow.

"If my birthday boy insists, then I will fulfill my obligation," he answered with a playful wink.

(Later that morning)

A salesman in a black suit guided them through a showroom filled with luxurious vehicles. He highlighted all the features of each model, including interior and exterior design, performance capabilities, and safety features.

Natsuo listened to his sales speech quietly as Jiro asked clarifying questions and sometimes touched the car's polished parts.

"This looks like you," Jiro sneered when seeing a shiny turquoise-colored Lamborghini. The salesman described every detail of the car and looked at Natsuo with a contented smile at the end of his introduction.

"Can I talk to you?" Natsuo asked Jiro while gritting his teeth.

The salesman gave them privacy after bowing courteously and retreating behind the cash register.

"I think I made my point clear," Natsuo said in a low voice but Jiro stubbornly shrugged belittling his words.

"So did I. I will buy a car on your birthday."

But Natsuo didn't want one. There was no room for another car in their yard and they didn't even need one in the first place. Jiro wanted to spoil his loved one with overly expensive superficialities because he was in a too-generous mood. They had argued in the parking lot about whether to go in or not, but ultimately Natsuo decided to enter with his eager boyfriend.

"Didn't you say you would obey me today?" Natsuo asked with a serious glint in his eyes.

"I'll obey when you point to a car that you like," Jiro protested.

"Any car? And then we can leave?" Natsuo clarified.

"Yeah. It can cost whatever and you will get it," Jiro answered.

"Fine," Natsuo grunted and Jiro watched him approvingly as he walked to the cash register.

"Can I have one of those?" He asked as he pointed to a car-shaped keychain.

A salesman's jaw dropped as he heard the customer's request, but he politely asked him to repeat it.

"The keychain. I'll take that, please," Natsuo replied with a gracious nod.

(A while later)

"Are you really mad about that?" Natsuo chuckled as they headed home. He twirled the black keychain around his hands as Jiro sat behind the wheel with a sour look on his face.

"You didn't let me buy you a car nor take you on vacation on your birthday, so now I don't have a present for you," Jiro snorted.

"But you did buy me something," Natsuo continued while playing with the shiny pendant.

"I wanted to make this day special for you, but you let me do nothing," Jiro sighed, his disappointment palpable in his voice.

No trips, no cars, no restaurants. His stingy boyfriend wanted to spend his twentieth birthday like any other day, eating at home and drinking coffee. He had managed to purchase a lemon-flavored soufflé-cheesecake, but he wasn't allowed to invite anyone over for a slice.

They parked in their driveway and Natsuo told him to lean back in his seat. Jiro glanced at him in surprise but was given a warning look when he didn't obey right away.

As Jiro leaned back like he was told, Natsuo kicked off his sneakers and settled on his knees pointing at him.

Their lips connected and a spark seemed to ignite between them. Electricity coursed through them both as their tongues united, their breaths becoming one.

Natsuo adjusted the driver's seat to recline and untied his belt. Jiro felt a wave of desire sweep over him as Natsuo's fingertips undid his zipper.

"This is my way of thanking you for your gift," he whispered with a smile.

Natsuo stroked his exposed erection and started to pump it gently. Jiro was trembling with anticipation as Natsuo's touch became more firm and confident.

He moved to kiss his pulsating stem, his wet tongue tracing circles around the sensitive head. An intense wave of pleasure washed over him as Natsuo's lips finally closed around his shaft. As he moved his head up and down, Jiro's hips began to thrust in sync with his boyfriend's movements.

Natsuo kept his hands on Jiro's thighs as he licked and sucked the length of his manhood, his tongue lapping at the underside of the head with each pass. His mouth teased each nerve ending until Jiro was left quivering and shaking with pleasure. He let out a long groan of relief, rising up and bending his back in a state of pure bliss as Natsuo devoured him.

He swallowed the remnants of Jiro's release and returned to his seat as he wiped the corners of his lips.

"You better prepare yourself for what's about to happen when we get in the door," Jiro huffed with determined lust.

(Later that day)

"It's so comforting to have you between my legs this long," Jiro smiled and buried his face in the crook of Natsuo's red-bruised neck. He had his thighs spread and the brunet was leaning against his chest as the afterglow of love radiated through them.

"Aah, no more," Natsuo groaned as Jiro's lips tightened on his sensitive neck again.

Jiro only sucked a tiny bit harder and clasped his legs around Natsuo's squirming knees. He let out a deep, shuddering sigh as he felt Jiro's hands wander across his skin, leaving a trail of pleasure behind.

"Jiro..." Natsuo pleaded as every muscle in his body was throbbing from hours of making love. After each round, they took a breather and ate a piece of cheesecake to fuel their bodies to continue.

"Just keep moaning my name and I'll never stop," Jiro replied with a naughty smile.

"You want me to pass out?" Natsuo asked and tried hard to remain calm, but Jiro was adept at turning him on with a couple of touches.

"No way," Jiro smiled, his fingers drawing curves on Natsuo's hot and erect nipples.

"I am not your sex slave..." Natsuo gasped as Jiro moved to caress his wet crotch while kissing his neck again. He smirked as he felt Natsuo's stiffness between his legs.

"I don't want you to be my sex slave. I'm asking you to be my lover."

Natsuo's exhausted face was scorched with a heated look as he turned to his knees to face Jiro.

"After this, I want to take a bath and you will change the sheets," he mumbled in surrender.

Jiro stroked his cheeks lovingly and gave him an understanding nod. He gently lowered Natsuo onto the bed and pressed his lips to his forehead.

"Let me do the work. You just relax..."

(Later that evening)

"I'm sorry if I was too excited before," Jiro said looking at the freshly bathed Natsuo eating cheesecake straight out of the box. The two of them were back lying in bed and Jiro had changed the sheets as he promised.

"You mean back at the shop or after we got home?" Natsuo joked as he took a bite of the fluffy cake. His body was still on fire and overly sensitive after their record-long intimacy.

"Well, I hope I don't have to apologize for anything we did at home," Jiro said with slight hesitation.

Natsuo shook his head as he licked the spoon clean. An anime series was playing on a flat television installed on the wall and he watched with a side-eye how the characters engaged in an epic battle.

"I just wanted to make you happy on your birthday," Jiro concluded as he scooped up some cake.

Natsuo glanced at how Jiro's mouth got smeared with the soufflé as he was eating, making his heart swell with love. That person was the one and only source of his happiness, even though he sometimes teased him with his excessive libido...