Back at my place, I collapsed to my knees in the entryway as I heard Ushio locking the door behind us.
“Kei?”
“…I’m tired…”
Tired of thinking, tired of being on edge, tired of talking, tired of panicking, tired of crying… A hamster could pick a fight with me and win. All the tension drained from my body until I was quite literally a puppet with its strings cut. Every muscle felt sore.
“Hey, you okay?” Ushio asked.
“What do you think, genius?! Your dad’s fucking terrifying! Talking to him is harder than hosting a 24-hour broadcast! Not that I’ve ever tried!”
“Ah, yeah… Sorry about my shitty dad.”
“He ought to learn a thing or two from my dad!” I yelled. “God, I’m hungry. I’m out of grease…”
“Want me to make something?” He headed to the kitchen, but quickly came back. “You’ve got nothing but instant or prepackaged foods in there. Should I go buy something?”
“Forget it.” I grabbed his wrist. “Don’t ever leave me again.”
He crouched down to my eye level and grinned. “That’s the same thing I said to you, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t go anywhere physically…” I countered.
“I mean, it was still hell for me, but…you’re right. You didn’t.”
“I’m not saving your ass a second time, you hear me?”
“If I promise I won’t go anywhere, will you carry me bridal-style to the bed?” he asked.
“Are you seriously demanding more from me right now? I’m so tired, I don’t even want to pick up a Wiimote.”
“Yeah, but you’re the dashing prince in this scenario.”
“You think they make princes do heavy lifting?”
“Okay then, I’ll carry you.”
“Wait, what—” I started.
“Hold on tight, Your Highness!”
He slid his arms under my legs, and when I realized he was serious, I hastily threw my arms around his neck. It didn’t feel like I was in any danger of falling, but it had been far too long since the last time he lifted me up, and I wasn’t prepared.
“Put me down, put me down!” Any blushing bride who could just lie back and swoon clearly had bigger balls than me.
“We’ll be there in a second, so just hang tight.”
“Drop me and you’re dead! Off with your head!”
“Calm down, Queen of Hearts.”
And so, like a true gentleman, he repositioned me onto the bed. That much I was grateful for, at least.
“Shall I remove your attire, Your Highness?” he asked.
“No, I can do it myself… You just…”
“Yes?”
“…You strip too,” I commanded with a scowl.
He planted a kiss on my forehead. “Yes, sir,” he answered obediently and promptly got naked. Two outfits’ worth of clothes fluttered to the floor. “Now say, ‘I allow you to approach me, servant.’”
“What, am I a shogun now? This role-play is all over the place,” I commented.
But on the bed, at long last, nothing could keep us from each other.
“…I swear, I was thinking there was a bunch of stuff I needed to say to you,” Ushio explained. “But now all I can come up with is… I’m sorry, thank you, I love you.”
“That’s it,” I said. “You get the death penalty.”
“For what?”
“You missed one.”
“…Aha.” He hugged me tight. “I’m home, Kei.”
“Welcome back.”
The brief farewell, the brief journey, the brief battle—it was all for this moment. He kissed me gently, again and again, like he was trying to make up for every ounce of anxiety and loneliness I felt in his absence. He would brush against me, then look down at me with renewed eyes, like he was waking from a dream, or questioning if this was a dream, or perhaps seeing me for the first time and falling in love at first sight. It felt so ticklish. With every peck of his lips was an I’m sorry; with every kiss, a thank you, an I love you, an I’m home.
After a plethora of kisses too numerous to count, targeted mostly at chaste areas like my arms and shoulders, he looked at me with an almost childlike expression.
“Feels kinda scary, huh?”
“Yeah,” I answered curtly. Ugh, don’t say that! You’ll make me nervous!
“Originally, I was thinking I’d just…break up with you, with no explanation. Tell you to find someone else. For more of a clean break, you know?” Like a cat, he nuzzled his nose against mine. “But I couldn’t—I just couldn’t do it. I was only ever thinking about myself… I’m really sorry.”
I gently cupped his face in my hands, leaned back, and smiled. Then I slammed my head forward and attacked him with a headbutt.
“OW!!!”
The element of surprise had more of an impact than my particular choice of weapon. He buried his face in a pillow and groaned.
“Like hell I’d forgive you, you pleb!” I declared, tugging hard on his hair. “You think you get to call the shots all on your own? I’ll never let you live this down—I’ll bring it up seven days a week, right until you die!” That way you never think of leaving me again!
“…Why do our arguments always have to turn violent?” he complained, rubbing his forehead. But then he leaned in for a deep kiss and whispered, “Stay with me until I die.”
I couldn’t answer him because his mouth was on mine. The repeated joining of our lips had made mine highly sensitive, like they were missing a layer of skin. The slightest nibble from him sent a bolt of electricity through me. As he traced his tongue along my teeth and the roof of my mouth, I started to feel warm, and my mouth turned into a tropical climate.
“Mmm…!” I moaned.
The fever of arousal was already spreading through my entire body. My nipples perked up of their own accord in search of stimulation; he nibbled and sucked on them until they looked like two little red stains on my chest.
“Aah…”
My hardened nipples felt like they were filled with condensed lust, protesting and glowing bright red through my thin skin and demanding to be licked. Ushio teased them with his tongue and fingers, and pleasure crackled in my veins like a summertime sparkler. Then, he pressed down on them with his nails, burying their heat inside me.
“Mm! Ngh, aah…”
My body was exhausted from hours and hours of extreme tension and extreme relief, and arousal came quickly. Once we were done here later, I was seriously concerned I might sleep for three days straight…but that wasn’t going to stop me now.
“Aaahh…!”
My cock was already standing at attention, flaunting its sensitive underside to Ushio. He met its demands with his lips.
“Mmm, aah! Aah…!”
As he was wringing me dry, I felt my length enter his mouth, and my hips bucked shamelessly—once, twice, then a third time, flailing like a fish out of water from fighting the urge to cum.
“Hnn…nngh… Aah!”
He pressed on my pelvic bone with his hand while the inside of his cheeks hugged my glans. That wet warmth and softness moved back and forth against me in tiny, tantalizing intervals until my whole lower body was inundated with intense pleasure.
At that point, I could only choke out, “Too much!”
“Too much what?” Ushio asked as he rubbed his lips across my swollen tip.
“Stop! Don’t talk!”
“What’s too much?” His tongue traced over the faintly protruding ridge.
“Gah… N-no…! Too much…to hold back…!” I panted.
“So? Nobody said you have to hold back.”
“But I… Aah, no!”
Not only would I feel bad cumming in his mouth, I’d feel bad cumming so quickly.
He brushed my concerns aside. “Come on,” he insisted, sucking on my cock again. And my cock very much wanted it.
“Stop… Nnng… Aah, aaahh…!”
Lust built up in my gut until it reached its limit, bursting forth all at once from the slit at the tip of my cock. As the full-power orgasm tore through me, my hips bucked for what seemed like an eternity. I felt floaty and weightless, like my entire body’s weight shot out through my cock. But when I finally sank back onto the bedsheets, when I could feel every ounce of my body again, I was grateful for gravity’s pull.
Ushio teased me. “Whenever I tell you to hold back, you cry and complain, but if I don’t tell you to, you do it anyway?”
“Shut up!”
It wasn’t like I wanted him to stay meek and apologetic forever, but…he seemed to be bouncing back a little too quickly. I couldn’t really explain it. I tried to kick him, but he just grabbed my heel instead. After kissing my calf, he promptly brought my leg toward my chest.
“No!” I protested.
“Just suck it up.”
“I’m telling you, that’s not—”