A Quiet Night at Home

Author's Note: This is set between Chapters Ten and Eleven of Tenderness. A bit of a smutty piece from me.

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Tohma Seguchi was a man with a purpose. When he put his mind to something or set a goal for himself, he usually achieved it with more than exceptional results. He let nothing and no one deter him in his attempts in obtaining that which he desired, and he had made a name for himself because of his determination.

Tonight was no exception to his rule. Tonight, he wanted to be with the one who had unexpectedly captured his heart, and Tohma wanted to ensure the evening would be special for the both of them. His lover was, after all, displaying trust with Tohma, sharing a secret he had not told to very many, and Tohma was not about to break that faith Shuichi had shown in him.

As a result, once he had finished with the day’s business, Tohma had gone directly home. Despite the news conference, the media was still having a field day with a potential love scandal surrounding him and his former brother-in-law. While most reporters knew better than to bother him after business hours, there were a few who liked to take chances where he was concerned. Such persistent individuals had followed him home and were now camped outside his apartment complex, waiting to see if the claim of he and Eiri being together happened to be true.

They were fools, in Tohma’s opinion, and they would be waiting for quite some time with nothing to show for their determination. While they sat outside his building, hoping to catch a discrepancy of any kind, he would be sneaking out the back door, as it were. He had already made the arrangements with the building manager, and no one would know Tohma Seguchi was no longer in his abode.

With a bottle of Cognac and an overnight case with a change of clothes, Tohma slipped out of his apartment and towards the service elevator. To ensure no one other than the night watchman and the supervisor knew it was him, the blond had changed into a pair of jeans and a button-up shirt, a step away from his usual flair but effective for dodging overzealous fans and the rabid media. He smiled as he waited for the elevator. His actions made him think of how teenagers liked to sneak out of the house at night to go see the boyfriend, or girlfriend, the parents disapproved of. In some ways, the thought rang true. If anyone other than Ryuichi knew of his relationship with Shuichi Shindou, more than one person would disapprove. While Shuichi was not that much younger than he, there was a little over a decade between the two, and there would be some who would question Tohma’s motives for finding a younger partner. They would not think his intentions towards the singer as being honest.

Tohma truly did not care what the rest of the world believed about him or how they would feel should the truth ever be discovered. It would be inevitable, anyway, but he could prolong the world learning of his relationship for as long as possible. Shuichi wanted something low-key, something he could keep to himself for as long as he could, and Tohma did not blame him. Privacy was a novelty they could not afford to take for granted.

The door to the service elevator let out a soft ding as it slid open, and Tohma stepped inside. So far, his plans were flowing perfectly. No one had seen him leave his apartment, and the parking lot, once he reached it, remained blissfully empty as he hurried towards his spare car that no one knew he had.

It took him roughly twenty minutes to drive to the apartment building where Sakano and Shuichi lived, though his anxiousness to see his young lover had caused the trip to feel like two hours. The complex was a welcome sight, though, once he had arrived, and he parked his car in a nearby all-night parking garage. Security allowed him to pass, recognizing him from previous visits with Sakano, and within moments, he was knocking on Shuichi’s door.

“Just a moment!” the singer called out. Tohma half-imagined he heard the younger man dashing to the door, knowing who it was and wanting to see him. Locks clicked and slid then the door creaked open, and Shuichi peered out into the hallway. Before his mind could register what was happening, the vocalist had grabbed him by the arm and hauled him into the apartment. Slender arms wrapped around his neck as Shuichi caught him in a heated kiss.

Tohma could only react. Of their own accord, his arms wrapped Shuichi’s waist, and he pushed the door shut, also being mindful to not drop his belongings. Tohma tasted a hint of chocolate and strawberries on Shuichi’s lips, and he probed the singer’s mouth with his tongue to obtain more of the sweetness.

As their kiss deepened, Shuichi’s fingers tangled themselves into Tohma’s hair, knocking his baseball cap to the floor, and the vocalist pressed closer. Deciding his overnight bag was more of a hindrance than a help at that moment, the blond managed to set it down with ease, maintaining his contact with Shuichi the entire time. Freed of his small burden, Tohma focused on what his younger lover was telling him, without the use of words.

The kiss told Tohma he had been missed, even for the short hours they had been parted. Lip locks with Shuichi were always nice, but they were also different, speaking volumes when words failed. Other little actions also spoke quite clearly. Shuichi’s fingers in his hair indicated the singer did not want the kiss to end any time soon, and the way his hips brushed against Tohma’s . . . It was not lost on Tohma at just how aroused Shuichi was, and the urge to touch the singer came over him, a desire Tohma would not disobey.

With meticulous ease, Tohma lowered his hands so they rested on Shuichi’s butt cheeks, and he gave them a gentle squeeze. Shuichi moaned into their kiss as he did so, and he practically melted against the blond. If it were not for the fact he was light, Tohma would have staggered backwards from the added weight.

He did not stumble towards the wall, however. Instead, Tohma broke their kiss in an effort to gain his breath, though he kept his hands on those firm buttocks. Shuichi’s lips hovered mere inches away from his.

“Sorry,” he murmured, his breath hot against Tohma’s mouth. “I guess I got a little carried away.”

“Quite all right,” Tohma replied. “I did not mind at all.”

Shuichi smiled then lowered his head, resting it on Tohma’s chest. He inhaled deeply.

“I’m glad then . . .”

They stood there for a moment longer, just holding each other, until Shuichi slowly pulled away. It was clear to Tohma he did not want to break their embrace, but he also noticed the way Shuichi glanced up at him as he withdrew. Amethyst eyes smoldered with lust, and they met Tohma’s gaze with a breath-taking intensity.

“I should give you a tour of the place,” Shuichi said, his tone still low. Tohma nodded his agreement, though with some reluctance. He rather would have continued what they had started, but Shuichi apparently had something in mind. That something had Tohma curious.

As he stepped away, Shuichi’s hand grasped Tohma’s, and the blond-haired man found himself being led further into the singer’s home. Music played softly in the background, an old Nittle Grasper song, the lights were dim, and Tohma saw that the curtains and shades were pulled tight. It seemed as if Shuichi had recovered quite nicely from his migraine, if the music were any kind of an indication, and it was an observation that pleased Tohma greatly. To him, Shuichi listening to music meant the singer felt better than he had earlier in the day. He just could not figure out why his lover kept the curtains closed, or at least not in that particular moment. Shuichi retained a certain degree of unpredictability, which thrilled Tohma like nothing had done since the early days of Nittle Grasper.

Unpredictable was what Tohma received. Shuichi kept the “tour” of his apartment brief, but Tohma had learned where the kitchen, the bathroom, and the bedroom were located in mere minutes. Ironically enough, the tour ended in the bedroom and signaled the beginning of the evening’s activities.

Perhaps it had been because they had lived without physical intimacy, true physical intimacy, for so long. Eiri had chosen to be with Hiro and Mika with another in Kyoto. How they had survived, Tohma could not say. He just knew Shuichi had caught him in another heated kiss; only this time the singer’s hands had slipped underneath his shirt and were now touching and exploring bare flesh. Their tongues battled for dominance, and Tohma pressed himself closer to Shuichi, causing them to stumble backwards and onto the bed. All the while, their kiss never broke and Shuichi never stopped touching him. Tohma felt his shirt slide up, and cool air caressed his heated skin. The contact sent shivers down his spine, but nothing compared the fires Shuichi’s touch ignited within him.

They were familiar, those fires. He had felt them once before from when he and Mika had started their courtship, something that seemed like a lifetime ago since it happened. Those fires were slowly consuming him, filling him with desire and making him realize just how pent-up his needs had been over the last few months. His body demanded a release and soon.

Tohma wrapped one arm around Shuichi’s waist at the same time he slipped one hand into the singer’s sweatpants and grasped the hardening penis contained within. Heat greeted the tips of Tohma’s fingers, and Shuichi arched his body closer to his. Gently, he started to stroke and caress

After a few more moments, Shuichi broke off their kiss. His violet eyes were dark with lust, and they met with Tohma’s as the singer pulled his shirt over his head. Tohma was forced to release his grasp on the singer’s hardening erection, but he was not about to complain. Having his torso stripped enabled his young lover better access, and Tohma loved the rush of exhilaration that coursed through him. Then Shuichi removed his shirt and resumed kissing him, bare flesh soon touching bare flesh.

How long they lay there, kissing each other, Tohma could not say with any type of certainty. The taste of Shuichi’s mouth intoxicated the blond, and he had not wanted to tear himself away from that sweetness. Tohma noticed that, at some point, they had taken off the rest of their clothes, and Shuichi’s legs were wrapped around his waist. His entire body felt hot and cold at the same time, and pressure built in his abdomen and groin. He wanted to bury himself into Shuichi’s body and claim the singer.

Shuichi must have been thinking the same thing for he broke their kiss for a second time. His eyes were almost a dark violet in colour then he tore his gaze away from Tohma’s. Shuichi reached towards a bedside table. Tohma found a small packet in his hands a moment later, and he recognized it for what it was. He gazed into Shuichi’s eyes, curious as to whether or not his lover was serious. The singer nodded, a soft smile on his face, and he pulled Tohma down for another searing kiss. Feather-light touches glided along Tohma’s chest, sending delicious shivers along his spine and further arousing him.

Those touches also distracted Tohma and caused him to struggle a little with the packet of lubrication. He managed, though, and a minute or so later, Tohma sheathed himself completely within Shuichi.

Tohma was no stranger to intimacy or intercourse. Until a few months ago, he had been a married man, and, like all married men, he had engaged in sexual relations with his wife. Mika had been his first, and they had fumbled through their wedding night. Over the years, their performance in the bedroom improved. Tohma knew what to expect when it came to physical pleasure.

However, Tohma had not counted on the wet heat that greeted him as he slid into Shuichi’s entrance nor the tightness that wrapped around him like a blanket. Tohma paused for a second after he entered the singer, the sensations stealing his breath away. He could not even describe how he truly felt as his body rocked against Shuichi’s, finally claiming the singer for himself.

When it was over and their bodies were coated with sweat, Tohma withdrew from Shuichi’s body. He lay to one side, pulling the singer to him. Shuichi took it for the invitation it was and snuggled close. A contented sigh escaped the younger man, and Tohma kissed his forehead. Shuichi glanced up and smiled, his expression one of afterglow and sleepiness, and Tohma brushed his lips against Shuichi’s once more. They would eventually have to leave the bedroom so they could eat, but Tohma felt no inclination to rush. They had the rest of the evening to spend with each other, after all.