I want to see all of you

The slender figure in a bathrobe entered the dark bedroom after showering. His steps were slightly unsteady as he stumbled into the room, feeling the effects of a long night of drinking.

Another man sat on the edge of the bed, his tattooed hands resting on his knees. He watched as his boyfriend slowly walked across the room and couldn't help but smile.

"Do you need help with that?" he asked when the other one struggled to put on his underwear.

Jiro moved over to Natsuo and put his arm around him to steady him, ensuring he wouldn't fall. His robe parted open, revealing his slim body and his pale skin glistening with water drops. He quickly covered himself, seemingly embarrassed that he had seen in such a state.

"You don't have to be shy, I like what I see," the taller man smiled and pulled the other one closer.

He captured his lips in a long kiss. Soon their hands explored each other's bodies as if it was the first time they ever touched. The yakuza's tattoos served as a map, guiding Natsuo's fingers along his defined muscles. Jiro's arms slid down the other's back and he grabbed his hips tightly before pushing him onto the dark sheets.

The messy room scattered with clothing and other everyday items was forgotten as the two of them were caught up in the moment. Their lips made soft smacking sounds as they kissed, but their intense breathing quickly drowned that out.

The white-haired man's groin swelled and became more demanding as their romantic moment deepened. His underwear pressed against his aroused member, making it obvious how excited he had become.

Jiro reluctantly pulled away from the kiss as they were nearly out of breath. He looked at the man with a longing gaze, memorizing every detail of his face.

"What is it?" Natsuo asked after the sudden stop, confusion clear in his voice.

Jiro hesitated, wondering if it was the right time to take the next step. He wanted nothing more than to make love to his partner and express his feelings for him in the most intimate way possible, but he wasn't sure if his counterpart was ready for that. When he looked at his boyfriend, he tried to look for any signs of approval or hesitation on his part.

"Do you want to stop?" Jiro asked directly.

Natsuo's eyes widened when he noticed the bulge in the other man's pants. He bit his lip and stuttered as his skin turned a deeper red.

"Do you?" he replied timidly.

Jiro kissed him softly on the head and brushed his thumb across his lips.

"I'm just trying to make sure this is right for us," he whispered, his voice low and tender.

"How... would we do it...?" Natsuo asked, looking shy and uncertain as he asked his question - still, his voice was rather determined, suggesting his willingness to move forward with their relationship.

Jiro retreated, allowing the other man to take a few moments to himself and digest everything with a bit of space. Even so, he stayed close to him and stroked his moist hair.

"Are you sure? We are still drunk. I don't want to take advantage of that."

He looked closely at the blue eyes beside him, trying to figure out his true feelings. He wanted to make sure that his companion was giving his honest consent and was truly ready without being pressured or influenced by alcohol.

Neither of them spoke for a few seconds. The only light in the room was the soft, silvery moonlight that shone through the window, lighting their features faintly.

"Would you be... the one to put it there?" Natsuo asked with a gulp.

Jiro clenched his teeth as painful memories flashed through his head, reminding him of his uncle. His stomach tightened as he thought about what his own blood relative had done to him, but he forced himself to brush that aside. He squeezed the other's hand and let out a shaky breath.

The man knew now was not the time to bring up his own childhood trauma, but because of it, he was comfortable with only one position - being the one to give, not to receive.

"If that's okay with you," the tattooed man said, meeting the other's gaze with a smile.

Natsuo nodded shyly, a fierce blush still covering his cheeks.

"I, uh... perhaps it's for the best, I think..."

Jiro pulled the man into his embrace and held him close, smelling a hint of vanilla on his freshly washed skin.

"I understand that this is all new to you, but I promise to be gentle and take things slow. We can stop anytime you want."

The white-haired man could feel the other's body start to shudder, so he gently rubbed his back in a soothing motion to help him relax.

"I want to do this because I love you and not because I'm drunk. Even if you feel a tiny bit hesitant, I want you to tell me."

"Is there something... I can do to make it more pleasant for you?" Natsuo asked after he returned the hug just as firmly.

Jiro separated them only to take a look at his lover for a moment, unsure if he had heard him correctly. His companion's blue eyes seemed both caring and questioning, like they were truly trying to gauge the other party's comfort and wishes regarding the matter.

"As long as I'm with you, I promise it will be. You don't need to think about that," he answered, feeling his heart melt with warmth.

Natsuo leaned in, pressing his lips against the other man's once more - and now, their kiss was even longer and fiercer. Their tongues slid into one another's mouths as they tasted each other's sweet, familiar taste.

"Do you want to keep this on?" Jiro asked between their kisses as his hand rested on the bathrobe.

"Well, I can if you want.... I know I don't look... a certain way..."

Natsuo blushed at his own words and glanced at his thin frame somewhat self-consciously, something Jiro had never witnessed before. He frowned at him, saddened that he would think that way.

"You are perfect the way you are. Every part of you. I want to see all of you," he replied as he removed the cloth from his beloved's shoulders and exposed his pale skin.

The tattooed man pushed his counterpart against the bed and left countless kisses all over his body. His tongue explored his lover's physique, from his waist to his neck, while his hands swept up and down his sides.

"Let me take care of you first," the yakuza said, looking at his partner with a loving gaze.