Desire - Volume 2 (nsfw)

"Hi there, hottie. Do you live here?"

Natsuo's face brightened as he caught his breath and he rushed into the man's arms, dropping the bag of groceries. His fiancé lifted him into his embrace, carrying him from the back of his thighs and twirling him around playfully.

He smiled and leaned in to capture his future husband's lips in a tender kiss. Natsuo grasped the short hair of his companion as he deepened the kiss and tasted the sweetness of his loved one's mouth.

"Do people greet each other like this here?" Jiro asked as he lowered his spouse to rest against the polished car. The two stared at each other, their faces close to each other as he wrapped his arms around his hips.

"No, but I think I can make an exception for you," Natsuo answered as he let out a gentle chuckle, glancing at the lavish sports car with sleek lines and glossy paint dazzling in the afternoon sun.

"Please tell me you rented this."

"No way. I bought it in Tokyo and drove it here," Jiro said as he tapped the hood of the vehicle, his gaze twinkling with pride. Natsuo rolled his eyes, sparing him the lecture - he simply smiled and shook his head in amusement, aware that his significant other had always been extravagant.

"There you go, you brought the thickest lube on the market," Jiro grinned as he saw the spilled purchases on their pavement.

"Did I get the wrong one?" Natsuo sighed as he began gathering the items into the bag again.

"No, not at all," Jiro said, suppressing a laugh as he took the bottle of lubricant.

"That means we will have a long marathon," he whispered seductively.

(A while later)

"I'm sorry Miso, but you don't want to see this," Natsuo said apologetically as he carefully took the sleeping cat from the couch and carried her to the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Jiro waited obediently outside with a mischievous glint in his eyes, his hands tucked in his pockets as he waited for his fiancé to let him in.

Natsuo put the curtains on every window and shut the lights, his hands trembling as he imagined what was to come. He still remembered their phone call when Jiro shared his vision about coming home and he intended to make it a reality for him.

The brunet took a moment before he undressed, his heart beating loudly as he nervously removed his shirt and tossed it to the floor. He realized it was probably too dark and hurried to put a few candles on the table, casting a warm glow in the room.

Natsuo let out a shaky breath before he finally stripped off the rest of his clothing, exposing himself in faint candlelight. He unlocked the door and stepped aside, signaling his companion to enter.

The tall figure walked in, his eyes drinking at the sight of his lover standing unclothed in the entrance, framed by a golden glow. Jiro closed the door and left his slippers at the entry, placing them neatly side by side. He made his way to Natsuo, his focus never straying from the person before him.

Jiro reached out and gently cupped Natsuo's face, feeling the slight tremble of his jaw. A subtle smile grew over his lips as he ran his thumb over Natsuo's cheek.

"Honey, you don't - "

"Don't talk."

Natsuo gulped, looking at his dearest's tender expression as he desperately tried to compose himself. He remembered Jiro's hushed voice whispering in a sultry, suggestive manner and describing his fantasies. All he wanted was to make his wish come to a reality, so he forced himself to do whatever it took to make his loved one satisfied.

"There is something I need to ask you," he mumbled, his voice growing stronger with each word.

A soft blush brushed across Natsuo's cheeks as he touched his slim lower stomach.

"Can you make sure... that I do it right?" He asked as he started to run his fingers around his private parts, his breaths becoming more unsteady as he did so.

Jiro's face was ablaze with lust as he admired the man across from him, impressed by his courage in taking the initiative. He observed with fascination how Natsuo's delicate hand glided over his own shaft, exploring its size and teasing the tip before sliding back down.

"You don't need to ask. I'm right here with you," Jiro murmured, a fire of desire growing in his stomach as he watched his beloved perform such actions on himself.

A swell of arousal spread through the tattooed man at the scene before him, his sexual thirst soaring by the second as he saw Natsuo's confidence in his own body grow.

Jiro's whole being ached for the person in front of him, every inch of it yearning for him to take him in his arms and make him his. It was almost impossible for him to resist his craving for him, so he tried to hold back his desire by biting his lip.

"Could you help me... as it keeps throbbing?" Natsuo asked tenderly, his attention locked on Jiro's as he waited for an answer.

Jiro moved closer, placing his hand on top of Natsuo's, guiding him at a slow pace as his fingers delved into his pleasure.

"I would love to," he said, his voice rasping with fervor. He stroked his lover's member in unison as he directed him through the motions and kissed the root of his ear.

Jiro allowed his shy partner to take the lead, but his hand flowed in tandem with the entangled pair below. Natsuo shut his eyelids tightly as the sensations intensified, his other hand instinctively gripping the fabric of Jiro's shirt as his breathing quickened.

"That's my man," Jiro whispered in his beloved's ear, his voice a low growl. Natsuo's muscles stiffened as pleasure rushed through him and the bliss finally swept over him, his body reaching its peak.

His cheeks were still flushed as he rose to his toes, gazing into Jiro's eyes with a passion that the latter had never seen before.

"Can you put it in please?"

Jiro smirked, pulling down his pants with a flash of speed and revealing his fully erect manhood. His hungry stare fell on his companion with a primal intensity, the heat of his desire radiating from him as he motioned Natsuo to stand against the front door.

He picked up the unsealed lubricant, smearing his hands with the cool liquid. He smoothly passed his fingers between Natsuo's legs, gently wetting his opening as his other hand caressed his partner's back. Natsuo quivered as Jiro explored his entrance, before slipping in and massaging his inner walls.

"Do you want me to use a toy?" Jiro asked as he kissed Natsuo's shoulder and pressed a second finger inside him, pushing in lightly as he gave him a knowing smirk.

"T-this is... fine..." Natsuo was able to moan as his fingertips stroked his sensual spot.

"Does this feel good?" Jiro asked as he smoothly inserted a third finger into Natsuo.

He gave a timid nod and closed his eyes while clutching his shirt. Jiro smiled contentedly and increased his pace, moving his fingers in and out of the other's hole in a steady rhythm.

"Could you put that on me?" Jiro asked as he nodded at the lubricant on their side table. Natsuo fumbled for it with trembling hands, trying to suppress his heavy breaths as he opened the container and rubbed the slippery gel on his lover's thick length.

Jiro withdrew his fingers from his mate and pressed the tip of his erection between his legs, patiently and firmly entering him. Natsuo gasped as his body accepted him into its depths, his hips instinctively pushing back as he braced for the ecstasy that was about to come. Jiro frowned, feeling the tightness of Natsuo's muscles as he made his way in - then, with one swift movement, he was completely enveloped.

"You are so tight and wet... fuck, that feels so great," Jiro mused.

Natsuo raised his feeble arms above his head for Jiro to grab - with one hand, he seized his wrists and began to thrust inside him. He softly moaned Jiro's name as they banged against the wooden door, their bodies uniting in a frantic rhythm. Natsuo thought like he was about to burst as Jiro rammed into him faster and harder, digging into his core as their bodies bumped against each other.

Jiro tilted Natsuo's head back, revealing his neck again. He traced his tongue along his throat before planting passionate kisses along his Adam's apple. The brunet sighed in satisfaction as his mate's tongue trickled down his skin and shuddered as the man continued to suck his jaw while pounding into him.

Jiro stroked Natsuo's sensitive length as he thrust, his grip pumping on the other's slick tissue. Natsuo's body stiffened against his spouse's touch, pleasure coursing from his very soul and all the way down to the tips of his feet.

Jiro could feel Natsuo's insides tighten even further around him as he increased the speed of his thrusts, pushing him all the way to the edge. He gritted his teeth as he released himself into his partner's depths, his climax crashing through his flesh like a thunderstorm.

"Cum in my mouth," Jiro whispered as he continued to move inside the damp cave, his hips pushing slowly and deeply as Natsuo's body contracted in anticipation. He pulled out of him, leaving a trail of moisture on his inner thighs as he noticed his slim limbs start to tremble.

Jiro lowered himself and caught Natsuo's member in his lips, his tongue gliding along the stem and teasing the tip before taking him fully into his mouth. Natsuo's posture tensed as he sensed Jiro's tongue swirling around him, his waist pushing forward as Jiro increased the intensity of his movements.

Natsuo let out a loud moan as he hit his peak again, his fingers digging into the man's tattooed shoulders as waves of pleasure crashed through him.

Jiro's lips stayed tightly gripped around his fiancé's shaft until every last bit of his liquid had spilled out, his tongue still dancing around the length as he gently sucked the remaining droplets. He quickly reached out to cradle his beloved as his shaking legs threatened to buckle under his weight. Their bodies were glistening in the dim light, coated in a thin layer of sweat.

Natsuo wrapped his arms around him, telling him he wanted to fulfill any fantasies he might have.

"Even though... I'm not sure if I can do them properly..."

"Never would I have imagined that I could love you more," Jiro said as he fondled his head, brushing his hand over his hair and planting a gentle kiss on his forehead.

He stood up and lifted Natsuo into his inked arms, the sudden shift making the other breathe out in surprise. Jiro smiled as he carried the love of his life toward their bedroom.

"Now let's see what other stories we can invent..."