Deep Breath: Chapter 2 - Part 7

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When Haruno woke up, it was still dim. He thought it might be dawn and searched for the clock, only to realize it was just past 11 a.m. He let out a small sigh of surprise and relief.

He turned his head to the right and saw Yachi still there, his face buried in the sheets as he slept. Haruno scooted closer, propping himself up on his elbows as he observed the faint laugh lines that lingered around Yachi’s eyes, even when closed.

Haruno thought back to the events of the previous night. The sex with Yachi had been... good, if he had to categorize it. But it had also been exhausting.

Haruno had been unsure of how to react to Yachi’s touches after the earlier rejection. He worried that making too much noise might annoy Yachi, but he didn’t want to be too quiet and seem unresponsive either. He couldn’t very well ask, “How do you like me to moan?” in the middle of it. So he settled for something in between, not too loud, not too quiet.

It had all started with holding hands, touching, kissing... To be honest, Haruno hadn’t been able to imagine how far it would go. So he had remained silent, waiting for Yachi to take the lead.

Yachi's pace had been agonizingly slow, making Haruno want to scream in frustration. It took Yachi forever to unbutton each button, and Haruno had to resist the urge to tear his clothes off. He forced himself to let Yachi take his time.

Because Yachi was so meticulous about undressing him, his touches were as soft as feathers, treating Haruno like something fragile. Yachi’s approach was completely different from the other men who had touched Haruno before.

Yachi had been aroused, and Haruno had expected him to go all the way, but then Yachi abruptly said, “Let’s stop here.” Hearing that had nearly made Haruno cry. The first time, he had come on too strong and ruined it. This time, he had let Yachi take the lead. But it still didn’t work out, leaving Haruno devastated, thinking Yachi had rejected him because he was a man after all.

“Why?” Haruno couldn’t hold back the question. Yachi’s response was vague, just an uncertain "Well…"

“So, you really don't like men,” Haruno said sharply. But Yachi pressed his hips against Haruno, and the warm, firm sensation against Haruno’s abdomen made his heart race.

“If I hated it, I wouldn’t be like this. It’s just… I don’t feel like going all the way,” Yachi explained.

Haruno tilted his head in confusion. Yachi gently brushed back Haruno’s sweaty bangs. “You’re quite small back there. I don’t want to hurt you.”

No one had ever said that to Haruno before. He felt both relieved and a bit lost at the same time. “It’s fine,” Haruno assured him.

“But you’re really small,” Yachi said, his hand gently touching Haruno’s backside. The sensation of Yachi’s fingers tracing the tight entrance made Haruno’s hips twitch involuntarily.

“It’ll be okay if we loosen it up,” Haruno explained.

“Loosen it up?”

“You use your fingers to prepare it.”

“How exactly?” Yachi asked.

Haruno sighed in frustration, realizing he was getting nowhere. In the end, Haruno had to prepare himself because Yachi was too scared to touch him. He thought it might ruin the mood if Yachi saw him doing it, so he asked Yachi to turn around. But Yachi had insisted on watching, and Haruno couldn’t refuse.

Once Haruno had prepared himself enough to show that he was ready, Yachi finally accepted it and made love to him. Despite his initial hesitation, Yachi stayed inside Haruno for a long time. Haruno's hips ached a bit by the end, but he didn’t say anything. He wanted Yachi to stay inside him as long as possible.

The foreplay was long, the caresses were long, and even the act itself lasted for a long time. It wasn’t until past 5 a.m. that they finally fell asleep. Haruno usually showered afterward, but he was too exhausted and fell asleep next to Yachi.

The man groaned softly, and a small furrow formed between his brows as his eyelids twitched. He seemed about to wake up, so Haruno quickly turned onto his stomach and pretended to sleep. He didn’t want Yachi to know that he had been awake and watching him.

There was a faint sound of movement, the bed creaking slightly.

“Haruno,” Yachi called softly. Haruno heard him but didn’t respond. Yachi’s fingers touched his hair, gently stroking it like he had the night before. Then the fingers moved to his cheek, tracing the contours of his face as if committing them to memory. Yachi’s fingers brushed under Haruno’s chin, reminding him of the way Yachi had petted his cat.

Yachi kissed his cheek, twice, then got up from the bed. As Haruno opened his eyes just a little, he saw Yachi getting dressed before leaving the room.

Haruno let out a small sigh and pulled the sheets up to his chest. He should probably get up and wash his face, but he felt too tired and wanted to savor the moment a little longer.

The sex with Yachi, the man Haruno had wanted to sleep with just once in his life, hadn’t been fundamentally different from his previous experiences. The basics were the same, so it wasn’t surprising that it wasn’t vastly different.

Haruno wondered what Yachi thought about their night together. He didn’t think Yachi had disliked it; after all, he had stayed inside Haruno for so long. If Yachi had enjoyed it, Haruno would be happy, but would that lead to Yachi agreeing to date him, even though they were both men?

Yachi had repeatedly mentioned wanting to “be sure” and “do things right.” Haruno wondered if Yachi had come to terms with their relationship, if he had found a way to reconcile it with his sense of what was right.

The room had been quiet, but now Haruno could hear footsteps in the living room. What was Yachi doing? Was he going to leave Haruno behind and go sightseeing on his own? Haruno couldn’t help feeling a bit lonely at the thought, but suddenly, the door opened. Haruno instinctively closed his eyes.

He heard something being placed on the floor, followed by the creak of the bed as Yachi approached. Haruno felt a kiss on his cheek, followed by a playful nibble on his earlobe that sent a shiver down his spine. He couldn’t hold back any longer and opened his eyes, his upper body twisting as he did so.

“Good morning,” Yachi greeted him with a gentle smile.

“That tickles…”

“You weren’t waking up. It’s already past noon,” Yachi replied, his fingers lightly caressing Haruno’s cheek.

“I bought some sandwiches. Can you eat?”

When Haruno didn’t respond, Yachi asked, “You don’t have an appetite?” Haruno nodded, and Yachi said, “Just try one.” Haruno agreed reluctantly. Yachi placed a tray on the bed, with sandwiches, fruit, and café au lait.

Yachi sat on the edge of the bed, picked up a sandwich, and brought it to Haruno’s mouth. Haruno could have eaten it himself, but he opened his mouth for Yachi. Even though Haruno had said he could only eat one, Yachi fed him a second one, which he ate. Yachi then ate the third sandwich himself.

“The apple was good too,” Yachi said, offering Haruno a slice of apple on a fork. Haruno opened his mouth without thinking. The tart apple crunched pleasantly in his mouth. Haruno was so happy that Yachi was feeding him that he kept opening his mouth whenever more food was offered. Before they knew it, they had finished all the sandwiches and apples together.

“Do you want some café au lait? It’s not too hot anymore.”

Haruno stared intently at Yachi.

“What?” Yachi asked.

Haruno’s gaze conveyed his desire to be fed. Understanding, Yachi took a sip of the café au lait from the mug, then leaned over Haruno. The café au lait, shared mouth-to-mouth, was surprisingly sweet, despite having no sugar.

After moving the tray to the side table, Yachi lay down on the bed and gazed at Haruno, who had curled up on his side. His hand gently stroked Haruno’s cheek, and his gaze felt like a warm wave, heating Haruno from the inside.

Yachi’s eyes lingered on Haruno’s chest, hidden beneath the sheets. Did he want to see it? He could have just pulled the sheet down if he wanted to, but he didn’t make a move.

Haruno slowly pulled the sheets down to his waist, deliberately revealing his chest. Yachi’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. He’s looking at me, Haruno thought, noticing Yachi’s gaze on his chest, his nipples, and his stomach. Look all you want.

“…Do you want to see more?” Haruno asked, his hand moving to the waistband of his underwear. Yachi’s face turned adorably red, making Haruno, who couldn’t believe this was the same man who had been inside him the night before, even more excited.

Haruno pushed his underwear down, exposing his pubic hair and genitals to Yachi, whose eyes were instantly glued to the sight. Yachi's right hand hesitantly approached, and his fingernail lightly scratched the base of Haruno’s pubic hair.

"Aah..."

A sweet, almost sickeningly saccharine sound escaped Haruno's lips, seemingly flipping a switch in Yachi. Haruno was pushed onto his back, Yachi’s body pressing down on him. As Yachi sought his lips for a kiss, Haruno cradled Yachi's head in his hands and responded with his tongue, melting into the kiss.

"Are you okay?" Yachi's voice, wet and hushed, resonated in Haruno's ear, making his back shiver.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if I hold you, you won't break, will you?"

Haruno laughed softly. "I won't break. You made sure of that last night."

"But we were at it until early this morning. I don’t want to push you too hard."

Haruno nuzzled his cheek against Yachi’s. His heart swelled with something he couldn’t quite name. Was it the joy of being cherished? No, it was more than that—so much more that it felt like it might burst.

"If it’s you, I wouldn’t mind being broken," Haruno whispered, not feeling the least bit embarrassed to utter what could have been a cheesy line straight out of a cheap romance novel.

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Yachi’s fingers slowly worked their way up Haruno’s shaft. Haruno bent his knees as far as they would go, toes curling in response. His hips trembled uncontrollably, aching for more, faster, harder—yet Yachi maintained the same unhurried pace.

"More…" Haruno pleaded softly.

Yachi silenced him with a kiss, one that was slow and soothing, meant to calm the turmoil inside Haruno. It wasn't what Haruno thought he wanted, but the sweetness of the kiss made him adapt. In the end, he wasn't even sure if he wanted more intensity or just to keep kissing.

"Mmh… Mmh… Mmh…" Haruno’s body quivered in small, rapid movements, and he whimpered like a kitten. His body, which had grown relaxed with pleasure, suddenly jolted when Yachi’s wet fingers explored deep within the hidden folds. Haruno looked down at Yachi's right hand between his legs, moving rhythmically with wet, obscene sounds. It was a scene he had dreamed of countless times, but in reality, it was raw and much more provocative.

"Here, huh," Yachi murmured, moving his fingers more deliberately, causing Haruno to arch his back and moan softly.

"I didn’t know it could be this soft."

Yachi, quick to learn, kept rubbing the sensitive spot with his fingers.

"Mmh… Mmh… Ah… Mmh…"

Yachi withdrew his fingers and pulled Haruno onto his lap, positioning him over his now fully erect member. Haruno aligned Yachi’s desire with his own prepared entrance, slowly lowering himself until he had fully taken Yachi in. The sensation of Yachi’s shaft sliding deep inside made Haruno gasp, nearly pushing him over the edge right then and there.

Once Yachi was fully inside, Haruno’s belly felt full, a little uncomfortable even. But the sensation wrapping around his entire body was light and floaty, like he might drift away at any moment. Yachi looked up at him with eyes that seemed lost in Haruno, and he kissed him. Wanting to intensify the pleasure, Haruno rotated his hips, prompting Yachi to match his movements with gentle thrusts from below. The pressure of being held tightly caused Haruno’s erection to rub against Yachi’s flat stomach, sending waves of pleasure through him, almost making him lose consciousness.

After spilling his desire on Yachi’s stomach, Haruno felt Yachi’s release inside him. As Haruno’s body shuddered from the lingering waves of pleasure, they kissed deeply. In the midst of it, their entangled bodies swayed, and before Haruno could react, Yachi’s body toppled backward with a thud.

“Whoa,” they both exclaimed at almost the same time. They had gotten so caught up in the kiss that Haruno hadn’t realized how much of his weight he had put on Yachi. Yachi blinked a few times, then pulled Haruno close and started laughing quietly. The laughter was contagious, and soon Haruno found himself laughing too.

As they lay there, Haruno couldn’t help but wonder what they were doing. It was ridiculous, but it also felt incredibly fun and joyful. When Yachi eventually quieted down, Haruno noticed that he was starting to blink sleepily.

“Are you tired?” Haruno asked.

“Just a little,” Yachi admitted, not denying it.

“Let’s sleep together,” Haruno suggested. Yachi pulled him into his arms and closed his eyes. Haruno wasn’t particularly sleepy, but being with Yachi felt so comforting that he didn’t want to pull away. And so, lulled by the warmth of Yachi’s embrace, Haruno too drifted off into a brief, peaceful slumber.

Footnotes

0. Content warning: NSFW.

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