AN: Ah, what can I say? Only that I am sorry that this did not come sooner, and that I do not abandon stories.
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The English word "love" can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from pleasure ("I loved that meal") to interpersonal attraction ("I love my partner"). It can refer to an emotion of a strong affection and personal attachment.[1] It can also be a virtue representing human kindness, compassion, and affection—"the unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another".[2] And it may describe compassionate and affectionate actions towards other humans, one's self or animals.[3]
In terms of interpersonal attraction, four forms of love have traditionally been distinguished, based on ancient Greek precedent: the love of kinship or familiarity (in Greek, storge), the love of friendship (philia), the love of sexual and/or romantic desire (eros), and self-emptying or divine love (agape).[4] [5]
-Wikipedia entry on "Love," Edited July 4, 2013
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Chapter 4: Takohiko and Yoshio On a Date
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It's been awhile.
Now, the virtue of characters in fairytales or any fictional story is that they are timeless. Not bound by time, they fly through the imaginations of generations upon generations, the same people they are as they had been created. On the hand, their timelessness also means they do not grow. They are not alive, in that sense.
What makes you real, after all, is that you change. The "you" now is not the same "you" three years ago, nor will it be same person three years from now. Real people change, because life happens to them. They must, for only with change will someone grow, and only with growing will someone live.
So, the truth is that while Satou Takahiko could certainly be a Shojo Prince and Yoshida Yoshio could certainly be a Shonen Hero; right now, what they are, are real people. And boy, did they certainly change from who they were years ago, when they were in elementary school.
But today is a summer day vacation. And as real people now, they are doing aimless, lazy things this afternoon. Yoshida had gotten the newest Shonen Jump and was sitting down on the floor of Satou's room, reading.
Satou lived in a condominium with regulated central air conditioning, and so he could not turn off the AC, open the window, let the humidity and heat come in, and have the sound of crickets trickle in with drowsiness. But to Satou, today felt like that. It felt like those long, summer afternoons, where the most moving you did was to slice open the watermelon and put the slices of watermelon, juices running, into your mouth.
Satou turned to the side, making Yoshida grunt, since he had his head on Yoshida's lap. He looked up, at Yoshida concentrating on Jump, and Satou felt…content. And full.
Did that make sense?
He felt like he was so full right now that he was drowsy, the same way you're drowsy after a large meal and the heat of the afternoon slowing you down. He felt so full, that he would drowse off to sleep, and dream good dreams.
Technically, though, they hadn't eaten anything. So, Satou wondered why he felt full.
"Maybe, it's just your heart that feels full."
Satou started, looking up and meeting Yoshida's eyes that were looking down at him. He hadn't realized he had spoken out loud.
"Maybe, it's your heart, you know," Yoshida repeated, shrugging. "It's a bit cheesy. My mom used to say that when she and dad were a young couple, they would go many nights just eating miso and rice. But they felt full because their hearts were full. So," Yoshida shrugs again, "maybe your heart is full." He frowns, "Although, I have my strong suspicions that my mom says that so I won't complain if we do plain miso and rice when she's tired of cooking."
Satou began to chuckle. "Well, if you want to stay over, there'll be more than miso and rice here."
Yoshida laughed. "Yeah, it's all right even if you just make ramen. My heart's pretty full."
It brings up Satou short; he reaches out and pulls Yoshida's head down, and kisses him tenderly and slowly, remembering each time that Yoshida stood for him, remembering when Yoshida bled for him, and remembering how Yoshida was the only one who recognized him. Yoshida was the only one, who saw him for who he was, and loved him, anyway.
It certainly made Satou's heart full.
He loves Yoshida fiercely, because Yoshida fills him. Fills the void and emptiness in his life.
Satou breaks away from Yoshida, sits up and starts to undress Yoshida. He complies, tugging at Satou's own shirt. And it is a sweet, sweet undertaking as Satou takes Yoshida into his lap, and he pulls off his shirt.
Satou loves watching Yoshida's face as he touches him. As he caresses his back, bones delicately standing out underneath the wiry muscle, Yoshida's pupils dilate. When Satou nips the bottom of his lip and pushes his head back so that he can firmly lick up the column of his throat, feeling the beat of his pulse at the hollow, Yoshida's mouth opens slightly, his eyes closing at half mast.
Nobody but Satou gets to see the expression of gasping desperation that makes Yoshida cute as Satou takes hold of his penis firmly and moves his hand up and down steadily, rubbing the slit at the top, wet with pre-cum. Yoshida's own hands are gripping Satou's arms, and he catches Satou's mouth as his hips move helplessly.
Yoshida leans back for a moment, "Satou! Rub yours with mine," Yoshida mutters, "I want to feel you." He reaches for Satou's pants, unbuttoning it, and frantically freeing Satou's cock.
Satou laughs, but he says nothing more as Yoshida brings his cock against his own, rubbing them together, slick and hot, and Yoshida's hips still moving. Satou becomes too caught up, his own desire rising in waves. And it's no longer a light, teasing moment. He also wants to feel Yoshida. To be inside Yoshida.
Yoshida breaks, cumming, crying out; and Satou almost comes, but he holds himself in, with the same discipline that made him lose all his weight and obtain all his muscle. He wants to come inside Yoshida.
Yoshida's slumped into his arms, and Satou takes it as an opportunity. "Yoshida, kneel on the floor," he whispers.
Dazed, and gleaming with cum, Yoshida, slides off him and turns to kneel, on his hands and feet. Satou, rubs Yoshida's cum off his stomach, and spreads Yoshida's cute ass. He lubricates it, massaging Yoshida. "Yoshida," Satou says in a low voice, still rubbing cum into Yoshida's asshole, "remember what I said before? You have to let your sphincter relax, okay? Haven't I made you practice a little? Now, we're going to try it, okay?"
Yoshida nods, still dazed, and Satou pushes in with a finger. Yoshida starts, but Satou grabs hold of his penis from behind, and starts to jerk him off. Yoshida makes this mewling sound, and Satou leans forward and bites his shoulder from behind, his sadistic tendencies excited. Satou feels for his prostate and is rewarded when Yoshida, moans. Satou pushes in another finger, as he kisses Yoshida's back. "Yoshi, I can't wait to be inside you."
Yoshi is moving his hips again, pushing back against his hand; and Satou has to muster his self-control—a lot of self-control—to finally put a third finger, slowly opening the sweet, pink bud of Yoshi's asshole. He waits, slowly sliding in his three fingers.
"For crying out loud, Satou, just put your cock in me." Yoshida says.
It almost snaps Satou's control. He positions his penis into Yoshida's opening and taking out his fingers, he grips Yoshida's hips and plunges, filling Yoshida.
It makes Yoshida almost come.
"Oh no, you don't," Satou mutters, before moving, he grabs hold of Yoshida's penis and holds the base. "You're not allowed to come, Yoshida. You have to cum with me." Yoshida groans.
Satou starts moving, thrusting into Yoshida's narrow hips, and he almost loses himself. Sex has never felt this good. Yoshida was tight and slick and sucking his cock in. It felt as if Satou was losing his consciousness as he drove himself into Yoshida, over and over again. And it was only on the edge of his hearing that he caught Yoshi almost chanting, "Satou, Satou! Let me come, let me come," his penis leaking out so much pre-cum into Satou's hand, that it is easy for Satou to release Yoshi's slippery cock.
He almost immediately comes inside of Yoshi, and Yoshi ejaculates at the same time as Satou.
They slide down on the floor together, in a tangle of arms and legs, Yoshida turning to lie on his back to catch Satou on his arms, Satou's head settling on his chest. They breathe in unison, Satou hearing the drumbeat of Yoshida's heart.
When Satou resurfaces; it is to see Yoshida, slightly embarrassed, but staring up at him in wonder. "I love you, Satou." Yoshida says seriously, baldly, and bravely.
And Satou feels his whole world stop. He looks down at Yoshida, his heart feeling as if it was about to burst. He drops his forehead down on Yoshida's forehead, and says to him, "I love you, too, Yoshida. I've loved you for years and years."
Although Satou can't see it, he can feel Yoshida smiling. And Satou can't help it. He leans down, and kisses Yoshida in a kiss once more. This kiss is as lazy as the summer day.
But because he is Satou, he pinches Yoshida in the side, delighted at the yowl this produces.
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Later that night, after they got cleaned up; after they take a walk around the park, swinging on swings; after they watch a movie, and make dinner together, and wash up together; they get into bed contentedly. And Satou draws Yoshida into his arms, and they drop off easily, snuggled into each other.
They sleep so easily maybe because they feel very, very full. Although, it might have nothing to do at all with the curry that they made together and ate; it just might be what Yoshida's mother had said, that their hearts are full. And content.
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End of Chapter 4: Takohiko and Yoshio on a Date
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End of Shojo Prince and Shonen Hero