Fantasy - Volume 2 (nsfw)

Natsuo drove his car into the parking lot of a certain rehabilitation center nestled in the middle of lush mountains and peaceful nature.

The clinic planned to hold a special event for the patient's loved ones as part of its program. They would have a therapy session, workshops, and recreational activities. The gathering was designed to create a safe space for patients and their families to share stories, experiences and support each other during recovery.

Natsuo was officially Jiro's partner, so he was allowed to join. He had taken their cat to his mother's house before heading to the countryside, so he grabbed his backpack off the front seat, eager for the day ahead.

His heart raced as he spotted his spouse walking by among the lined-up vehicles and he quickly got out of his car. Natsuo's steps quickened as he made his way toward his future husband, longing to be in his arms again after a couple of weeks apart.

Jiro embraced him closely, lifting him up in the air and spinning him around before setting him back on the ground. He kissed him deeply and passionately, not caring that they were in a public place and that a small group of people were watching them. Their tongues intertwined in a slow rhythm, tasting the sweetness of their reunion.

"I missed you so much," Jiro said without separating himself, his arms still tightly wrapped around Natsuo's back.

"I missed you too," he answered, tucking his head into the crook of his partner's neck and resting his cheek on the soft material of his beige sweater.

They had agreed for Jiro to spend a couple more weeks in the rehab center to make sure he was fully recovered before returning to Nagoya.

The two had talked every day since Jiro had arrived at the clinic, mostly through phone calls and texts. He had been reassuring Natsuo that he would be fine and he should return back to school to take care of his obligations there. The staff was more lenient and accommodating since all their residents came there of their own free will, whatever physical and psychiatric issues they were struggling with.

Aside from that, they had pretty strict rules about their patients, such as not leaving the facility without permission or they have to commit to a set schedule of meals, activities, and rest times.

"Perhaps we can sneak away for a moment at some point," Jiro said as he took his visitor under his arm and led him to the entrance of the clinic.

"Still beyond help..." Natsuo smiled and patted his companion's stomach with affection.

(Later that night)

Natsuo stared at the ceiling of his own room, his thoughts lingering on the day. He was grateful to have been able to spend time with Jiro, even if it was for a short while, but the rules of the rehab center forced them eventually apart. It was late at night when he returned to Tokyo to his mother's house before driving back to Nagoya the following day.

His phone buzzed for a message and he reached for it, wondering if it was from his significant other.

"Is it morning yet?" Jiro yawned in his text.

"Yeah... I can't sleep either."

"Are you up for some fun?"

Natsuo chuckled out loud and asked what did he have in mind. His counterpart responded with several suggestive emojis and Natsuo's screen lit up with an incoming call.

"Hey, my love," Jiro said in a soft, charming voice when Natsuo raised the phone up to his ear.

"Put your hand into your pants and tell me what you imagine when you close your eyes."

"What?" Natsuo questioned, cracking a smile.

"Tell me about your fantasies when you touch yourself. I want to hear them."

"You know I don't do things like that..."

"Still? Honey, don't you know that's completely normal?"

Natsuo pulled up the duvet and snuggled inside, hiding even when there was nobody around.

"I've never had... a need for it."

"Not even before we started doing our thing?"

"No..."

"Wow, I'm impressed with you," Jiro teased, causing Natsuo to roll his eyes.

"This is what I imagine. I'll keep it simple."

Natsuo froze as Jiro cleared his throat and continued in a low, sultry voice.

"When I come home, you are there to greet me. You are naked, a bit flushed as usual... we haven't had sex for weeks, so you're already hard... then you reach between your legs and have a little fun with yourself..."

Natsuo remained silent, not sure what to say as Jiro continued to whisper over the phone, describing every detail of his imagination.

"But since it keeps throbbing, you ask me to take care of it. So I take your hand, guide it back where it needs to be, and I show you how it's done."

"You want to watch me... as I do it to myself?"

"That would be so hot. But I am not saying that you should do that," Jiro said, softening his tone.

"And... what's the ending?"

"Well, you're still too horny after you cum, so you ask me to put it in and I'm all for obeying my man."

Natsuo's cheekbones turned in a deep shade of pink in reaction to his story.

"I slide in, slowly, until I'm all the way inside you. You moan my name, raising your hips to meet every thrust. I move harder, deeper... I take your hands and press them against the door..."

Natsuo clutched the phone as he listened to Jiro's husky words. He crossed his legs as he tried to ease the stirring between them, sucking in a breath as Jiro's voice flowed with the scene he was portraying.

"I whisper in your ear, letting you know how tight and wet you are... I kiss your neck as we bang against the door..."

Jiro paused and his voice deepened as he continued.

"And we just fuck like hell, far beyond your expectations."

Natsuo's heart thumped in his chest and he could feel the discomforting pressure in his groin. He tried to distract himself by curling into a tight ball under the duvet, but his body was too tense and his mind was spinning with the images that Jiro's words had conjured up.

"Are you hard?"

"Sadly..."

"Same here. Well, damn," Jiro chuckled, his voice taking on a more playful tone.

"It's your fault."

"I know. Can you take a picture for me?"

"What picture?"

"About yourself."

"You know how I look."

"I mean when you're naked."

"W-why?"

Jiro laughed, his deep and throaty voice echoing through the phone.

"You are too precious. I promise to protect you at all costs."

Natsuo's face was burning with a dark red hue and his hands were shaking from the bold suggestion. He knew he couldn't bring himself to take a photo of himself in such a state, no matter how much he trusted Jiro.

"That's fine, honey. I get it."

He ran his hand over his face, feeling the heat radiating from his cheeks.

"Wait..."

Natsuo nervously switched from voice to video and saw Jiro's face on the screen in his dimly lit room - his heart skipped a beat as he saw his handsome smirk and the twinkle in his deep eyes.

"You are such a hottie," Jiro commented, letting out an excited gasp.

Natsuo blushed even brighter, brushing more of his unruly hair in front of his face to hide his embarrassing appearance.

"Would you like to see how I do it?"

Natsuo swallowed hard as Jiro turned the focus between his groin, exposing an impressive bulge beneath his briefs. He slid his hardened member out of his underwear, grabbing the shaft firmly and pumping it slowly in front of the camera.

"See? It doesn't get any weirder than this."

Natsuo couldn't help but watch his partner stroke himself - it was as if he was in a trance, his eyes glued to the screen as Jiro uttered a groan of pleasure.

"You want to watch me do that?"

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

"I can try that..."

Jiro took a pause as Natsuo shyly pulled down his pants, exposing his slim body and his agitated condition. He also switched the camera angle, feeling clumsy as he tried to capture the right perspective of his figure in the low light.

"Honey?"

"Yeah?"

"You can stop if you are not comfortable. Don't push yourself for me, okay?"

"I know..."

Natsuo timidly placed his hand around his own shaft and tried to ignore his awkwardness as he continued to watch Jiro satisfy himself. He mimicked his partner's movements, trying to focus on the sensation and not his insecurity as he stroked himself lightly.

"I can't believe how big you are," Jiro commented in a flirty tone.

"Don't say that..." Natsuo huffed, ashamed of himself even more.

"But it's true. How does it feel?"

"Strange... it's not the same when you do it..."

"Then you can think of me. Picture us naked, lying in our own bed at home."

Natsuo tried to let himself go and forget his hesitations. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Jiro's warm hand touching him, his partner's lips grazing his neck, and his hot mouth kissing him deeply, their tongues entwined in a fierce embrace. His breathing became more labored as the ensuing excitement gradually built up inside him - his grip stiffened and he moved his hand faster, letting out a weak moan.

"What are you thinking?"

"You..."

"Are you close?" Jiro asked with a whisper as he kept massaging his own member with a steady rhythm.

"I am about to..."

He reached his climax with a soft cry, holding on to his private parts and drawing in a shuddering breath.

"Me too..." Jiro exhaled, twitching in pleasure as he relieved himself and spilled his white liquid all over his stomach. Natsuo watched as his lover finished himself off, his own hand also sticky and covered in his bodily fluid.

"Flip the camera," Jiro asked, his face suddenly filling the screen and startling Natsuo as he saw the satisfied expression and sweat glistening on his features.

Natsuo showed his own shy face, his cheeks tinged with a faint glow, and looked down as he tried to avert his gaze. He was caught off guard when Jiro started smooching the screen, kissing it enthusiastically and leaving a few wet marks on the lens.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," Jiro repeated between his kisses.

"You did a great job. I'm so proud of you," he grinned as he wiped the smudges off with his thumb.

Natsuo returned his smile, telling him he loved him as well.

"Where should we go on vacation this summer? Somewhere tropical, so we can enjoy the sun and the beach together?" Jiro suggested, acting as if what they just did was a natural thing to do and no further discussion was necessary.

Natsuo listened as his eager mate listed all the places they could travel to, his mind and heart calming from the previous act. It wasn't his type of hobby or something he would find entertaining on his own, but with that man anything was possible...