Chapter 10
It has been just over ten days.
When Kisaragi arrived at the condominium, Kanesaki greeted him in a bathrobe.
“Go out and buy a unaju* or something,” he commanded the driver, then took Kisaragi’s hand and pulled him into the bedroom. “I appreciate that work is busy, but the downside is that I get to see less of you.”
The man shed his bathrobe to reveal his naked body underneath. He pushed Kisaragi down on the bed and hooked a hand on his pants.
“You don’t mind if I’m naked, right? To tell you the truth, it’s hard to move around in clothes. And I don’t have to worry about explaining my scars anymore.”
The man tore off Kisaragi’s underwear and pressed his erect member up against him.
“Oh, but this guy needs to be clothed,” Kanesaki said as he reached for the bedside table. Kisaragi stopped him.
“I don’t mind.”
“What?”
“Remember the blood test you went through? I know I shouldn’t have, but I had you checked.”
“Oh,” Kanesaki said.
“It’s been three months since we started having relations,” Kisaragi continued. “It’s past the virus’ incubation period.”
“HIV, huh. But?” the man paused, glancing at Kisaragi. “What if I’m not using a condom when I’m sleeping with other people?”
“Do you?” Kisaragi asked him in earnest. Kanesaki looked down at him and sighed.
“Doctor, you… you’ve been raised too proper. You shouldn’t be hanging around someone like me.”
“It’s too late to say that now.”
“I know that,” Kanesaki said as he scratched his head with his thick fingers. He stared at the condom in his hand. “Well, doctor? What about you? Will you put one on?”
Kisaragi glanced between his own member, still flaccid, and Kanesaki’s rearing, fierce one.
“Well… but that would be awkward, too.”
“Then take your shirt off. It’ll get wet.”
Kisaragi agreed and took off his clothes as well. This the first time he and Kanesaki were having bare skin-on-skin contact. He could feel the man’s searing body heat directly on his skin. Kanesaki lifted Kisaragi’s hips, got up on his knees, and leaned backwards.
“I like moving like this. I can see myself go inside you clearly. See?” he said as he pulled out halfway and paused. Then, he inserted himself again all the way to the base and gyrated slowly.
Kisaragi felt his body grow hotter as his gaze remained glued to the movement of the thick shaft inside him. His back arched.
Their sweat mingled together and it was wet and slippery where their bodies joined, but Kisaragi did not feel any repulsion.
“I didn’t think you’d get so into it,” Kanesaki teased. Kisaragi turned his face away huffily.
“Only because I’ve gone without for so long.”
“If that’s the excuse you want to make,” Kanesaki laughed as he tousled Kisaragi’s hair with a rough hand. “You’re cute, doctor.”
Kisaragi looked up at the man, feeling the shaft within him grow in size.
“You’re making me want to go for a second round. And we are. No buts.”
By the time Kanesaki was satisfied enough to detach himself, Kisaragi could barely keep his eyes open.
“Stay the night,” Kanesaki said as he wiped Kisaragi’s lower regions with his bathrobe. Kisaragi nodded silently and fell into a slumber.
He awoke in the middle of the night to see the moonlight streaming through the large window. The room was bathed in silver light, and Kisaragi’s eyes fell on the figure in the middle of the room.
Kanesaki was sitting in an armchair and cradling his head in his hands. When Kisaragi squinted, he could see the man’s shoulders jerk irregularly. Once in a while, a low growl escaped his lips.
The man was crying.
Kisaragi had heard that people from that country wept loudly - that they expressed their sadness through the volume of their voices. He had read somewhere that that was why people hired “weeping women” to cry at funerals.
But the man wept silently.
Kisaragi closed his eyes. He knew that the man’s sadness was something he would never be able to understand.
unaju* Grilled eel served on a bed of rice.