Surgery (nsfw) - Volume 2

(A couple of weeks later)

"Should I still color my hair white?"

Natsuo lifted his face from the biological textbook he was reading and glanced over at Jiro, who was standing in front of the mirror wearing a hospital gown. He brushed his natural dark hair, which was growing longer on the top of his head and cut shorter at the sides.

"You can if you like," Natsuo commented, glancing at the clock hanging on the room's wall. They had arrived in Seoul yesterday, and Jiro was about to undergo much-needed spine surgery that day. He was scheduled to receive his medication from the nurse any minute now, but the schedule had been postponed.

"Do you think I resemble my uncle with this hair?"

"No, you don't," Natsuo said frowning and closed the book, tucking it in his backpack.

"That's why I colored it in the first place. I thought I looked like him," Jiro sighed and glanced at his reflection again.

Natsuo walked over to his partner and leaned against his shoulder, enjoying the scent of him.

"You'll never look like your uncle, no matter what shade your hair is," he said reassuringly.

Jiro placed his arms around Natsuo, his eyes growing soft as he gazed at him.

"Thanks," he whispered.

After a few moments, he pulled away and quickly jammed the chair Natsuo had sat on under the doorknob. He knew that the nurse would be there soon and wanted to make sure they had some privacy before she arrived.

"What are you doing?" Natsuo asked with a raised brow.

Jiro flashed him a cheeky smirk.

"Just making sure we don't get disturbed," he said as he lifted his partner onto the hospital bed. The light was shining brightly from the beam blinds, casting a warm, yellow hue across the room.

Natsuo blushed as he realized that his companion had lustful things in mind. He playfully shoved Jiro away and laughed.

"You are incorrigible," he said, shaking his head.

Jiro smiled and got closer as he clutched his wrists, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Come on, let's have some fun before I turn into a cripple," he said in a low voice and lightly bit his earlobe, before nibbling on the skin on his neck.

Natsuo let out an accidental gasp and grabbed onto Jiro's shoulders to steady himself, knowing what would happen to his body if he kept doing that.

"Relax. You won't be a cripple," Natsuo said sarcastically as he winced away from his lips.

"I won't be able to do anything after surgery, so I can't take care of you," he said as he lowered his hands to unbutton his mate's pants.

"Here? Are you serious?" Natsuo murmured when he understood his protests would be ignored.

"Yes, I am," Jiro replied with a cheerful grin. He leaned in, his lips just a breath away from Natsuo's.

"Let's make the most of each and every moment, no matter where we are."

Natsuo felt his cheeks heat up even more as Jiro's words filled him with electricity that spread to his core. He bit his lip, unable to resist the urge to succumb to the temptation.

Jiro touched his crotch and a beat skipped Natsuo's chest, convincing him that he had no choice but to surrender. He looked into his determined, seductive eyes and knew he wouldn't be able to resist him.

Natsuo hardly noticed as he reached out to kiss him, his body acting on its own and giving in to the desire that seemed to be consuming them both. Jiro yanked his loose pants off and caressed his exposed groin with his fingertips.

"Remember when the huge storm hit Hawaii and we were trapped in the bungalow?" Jiro asked as he separated himself from the kiss, jumping onto the bed next to him.

"It would save us from leaving a mess if we did that again," he continued as his smile curved into a victorious grin.

Natsuo glanced at the door feeling uneasy about being caught in the act, even when the chair was pressing against the handle. He could hear voices coming from the hallway, but Jiro removed his own underwear and winked at his lover as if daring him to follow through with it.

"Get your booty here," Jiro said as he rested on the mattress, and Natsuo climbed shyly into the sixty-nine position, his skin flushed and his limbs almost shaking from nervousness. Jiro's hands moved to Natsuo's hips and his fingertips dug into his thighs as their bodies merged like two pieces of a puzzle.

Jiro's tongue played with the tip of his private part, creating a soft moan from his spouse. Natsuo mirrored his actions, his tongue drawing circles around Jiro's sensitive area as his cheeks burned a deep shade of red.

Natsuo exhaled as Jiro's mouth engulfed him completely, his body shivering and his toes curling. He tightened his lips around his future husband's length as well, savoring him deep inside his throat as he explored every inch of his flesh. His tongue swirled around his mate's member in an even pattern as he moved his head up and down, while Jiro returned the favor with slow, gentle motions, sucking on his counterpart's manhood.

Jiro gently thrust his hips into Natsuo's warm mouth, his hands gripping his lover's sides as he performed with a smooth rhythm. Natsuo moaned in response, his knees trembling as Jiro's tongue worked its way between his legs. They moved together in a continuous wave, the enjoyment increasing with each movement.

Natsuo squeezed his eyes shut as they included their hands in the act as well, their fingers wrapped around the shafts as they continued their passionate exchange, the bed slightly creaking beneath them.

He was so lost in the moment that he didn't care if someone heard them or even if they found the door barricaded by the chair. It was as if he had abandoned himself to impulsive intimacy, focusing only on the sensations that his partner was creating in him and what he was giving him in return.

That was the man he had chosen for himself - the one who could give in to his whims without a care in the world. His naughty side was occasionally too much to handle, but it also had a way of making Natsuo breathless and revealing a part of him he hadn't known existed.

Natsuo's wails became muffled as his pleasure peaked, his muscles trembling as his ecstasy took over his entire being.

Jiro increased the tempo of his thrusts and Natsuo clutched his lips even tighter around him, wanting to offer the same relief to him that he was receiving himself. He rolled his head back onto the pillow when he finally reached his climax, a satisfied groan escaping his lips as Natsuo continued to suck him until the last wave of pleasure had drained from his body.

Suddenly, they heard a knock on the door. The couple froze in place, both of them holding their breath as they listened to the sound of someone trying to come in.

They swallowed each other's liquids, the salty fluid sliding down their throats as they scrambled up from the bed. The nurse was speaking Korean behind the door, her voice tense as she called out to them and asked if everything was all right.

Natsuo swiftly pulled his pants up, sweat dripping down his back as he tried to tidy himself, his fingers shaking as he hurriedly tried to fix his disheveled hair and clothing.

"Wow, that was wonderful," Jiro whispered as he planted a kiss on his fringe before he went to the door, opening it with a fake smile and pretending nothing had happened.

The senior nurse looked at the couple, her eyes lingering on both of them as if she could see what they had just been doing. Her mouth was set in a thin line as she handed a plastic cup to the patient, giving him the medication to take before his surgery.

Before she left, she boldly grabbed the wooden chair with her, making Jiro burst into laughter and look at Natsuo with an amused giggle as she closed the door again. Natsuo joined the laughter with a chuckle of his own, still blushing from the situation.

Jiro gulped the pills and came to hug his spouse once again, his lips brushing against Natsuo's neck as he held him tight. He whispered in his ear, telling him how beautiful he was.

Natsuo rested his cheek against the gown's fabric, feeling a tinge of fear and anxiety as he thought about the procedure his beloved was about to go through.

"It's going to be okay. We'll be together very soon."

Natsuo nestled against his chest, feeling his warmth and seeing the other side of him - the nurturing and loving man. He was the same person that was so fervent and wild in the bedroom, yet there he was, embracing him with such tenderness and care.

"You better make it out alive from there..."

"I promise," Jiro smiled and fluffed his hair even more thoroughly, his fingers running through the strands in an affectionate gesture. He looked into his eyes and kissed him again, a bit longer and deeper, conveying all the love that he had for him.

(Later that day)

Natsuo was in the lobby, anxiously waiting for news of his loved one's surgery. He had been sitting there for hours, his gaze fixed on the glass door, waiting for it to open and reveal the news he had been longing for.

His clammy hands were almost tearing the pages of his biology book that he was trying to read, but he was having trouble concentrating on the words.

A torrent of nausea passed over him as he thought about the fact that Jiro was still in the operating room and he had no idea how the procedure was proceeding. The air in the oppressive waiting area was scorched as the sun kept beating down on the windows.

He had mentally prepared himself for the worst-case scenario - that Jiro wouldn't make it out alive. It was well known that they had a history of bad luck and the consequences of misfortune that seemed to follow them around.

Natsuo's mind wandered to a place he didn't want to enter - his dearest's funeral. He imagined the whole thing - the white coffin draped in flowers, the dimly lit temple around them, and he standing there, saying his final goodbye.

He curled up in the chair, the same seat he had been in for hours, waiting for news. He drew his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them as he tried to shrink as much as possible.

Just then one of the nurses stepped in, wearing a look of sympathy as she asked if he was Jiro Takuya's relative...