Nibiiro no Hana: Chapter 15
“What are you doing?”
As Tsurutani lay on the sofa with a
cold compress pressed to his left cheek, Togawa returned to the apartment.
“My cheek hurts.”
Togawa crouched down beside him and
said, “Let me see.” When Tsurutani removed the compress, Togawa narrowed his
eyes and said, “It’s red—looks like a handprint. Who hit you?”
Tsurutani was about to lie and say
he’d been harassed by a drunk, but changed his mind and told the truth. “I ran
into Dan Carter after work. He tried to get back together, but I refused… and
this is what happened.”
Togawa didn’t seem surprised. “I
heard from Adams-san that Carter was going to be appointed president of Eric
& Ronald Japan. Also that he’s been looking into you. I figured he’d come
see you eventually, but I didn’t expect it to be this soon.”
He touched Tsurutani’s cheek. The
warmth of his fingers felt good against the cold skin.
“He said he loves me.”
As Tsurutani spoke, his belt was
unfastened, and his slacks and underwear were pulled down. Togawa’s fingers
slowly traced from his anus to his penis. The soft touches sent shivers up his
spine, and Tsurutani’s shaft began to rise at a gentle curve.
“Carter probably wanted to stroke
you here, like this.”
“…I wonder about that.”
Their agreement had been that
Tsurutani would quit his job around September, and only then would he sleep
with Togawa. That was supposed to be the end of it. And yet, somehow, he had
ended up working at a Tokyo-based subsidiary of Rabbit Food, and despite owning
a house, was now living in what Togawa called a company dorm apartment. Togawa
had a spare key and came over whenever he liked.
Two months ago, he had even given
Tsurutani a ring. “You’re supposed to be married,” he had said—but he held the
other matching ring himself.
Togawa came by almost daily and
frequently demanded him. Even though Tsurutani’s unusually strong sex drive
felt inappropriate for his age, Togawa absorbed all of it without complaint.
A wet plup sound came as
Togawa’s finger entered his anus. He stroked the shallow interior, and it felt
so good that Tsurutani lifted his right knee to make it easier. Togawa kissed
him over and over with loud, smacking kisses.
He had a ob. He could suck the penis
he liked whenever he wanted. If he desired, he could be entered on command. His
libido was satisfied completely.
Here was the world he once imagined
as ideal.
He didn’t know when this younger man
with the perfect penis would get bored of his body. That day was surely drawing
near. But until then, he planned to enjoy this dreamlike stroke of fortune for
all it was worth.
“You really are such a shameless
man.”
Togawa’s words stung, and the inside
that was being toyed with ached dully.
“Spreading your legs so lewdly like
that. Didn’t I just put my penis in there yesterday?”
“I-I’m sorry…”
“You’ve got no shame, do you? Be
honest—you got excited when Carter came back and asked for you, because you
wanted his cock again, didn’t you?”
Togawa’s fingers turned rough. It
was a little scary—but it also felt good. So Tsurutani didn’t deny it. Perhaps
irritated by that, Togawa pulled out his fingers and slapped his ass.
Even when he cried and said it hurt,
he didn’t stop. But it was his own fault.
As he wept, Togawa kissed the
now-swollen, hypersensitive flesh. And over and over again, he whispered:
“It’s because you love cock so much.
You have no self-control. That’s why you’re the one at fault.”
“There’s no man in this world with a
penis more perfect for you than mine. And since you get to enjoy the best, as
much as you want, whenever you want—don’t go sneaking off for a little taste of
someone else’s. That’s bad manners.”
Tsurutani nodded deeply.
“The only one who truly knows you,
the only one who can love you—is me.”
It was true. Togawa often tormented
him, verbally tore down his self-worth. And yet, even that cruelty, at times,
felt like pleasure. Togawa understood parts of him that even he himself didn’t
know existed.
“Do you love me?”
The younger man whispered this at
his ear.
Tsurutani would say
anything—anything—to keep this relationship going.
“Yes. I love you.”
He really did love him. The youth of
Togawa’s body. The ideal penis that could drive him out of his mind with
pleasure.
Togawa loosened the front of his own
slacks. Anticipating what was about to be given to him, Tsurutani couldn’t take
his eyes off the spot where that treasure would emerge. And Tsurutani repeated,
“I love you,” without a hint of emotion—just lips moving to say what needed to
be said.
THE END OF ARCH ONE
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