Takaba lay asleep, the sheets cover

Takaba lay asleep, the sheets covering his lower half, leaving the rest of his body exposed to the chilled night air. His pale skin was covered in a faint sheen of sweat, just barely coating his lithe, sensual body. The moonlight filtered in through the sheer curtains that danced with the wind, casting an array of faint moving shadows over the gentle figure, as if he were bathed in northern lights.

Asami leaned forward against the railing in the balcony, sixty floors above the ground, as the high wind whipped his dark hair. The air felt cold against his arms and legs, dressed only in a pair of loose boxers, as the frigid current of air coursed around him.

He stood eye to eye with some of the tallest skyscrapers in Tokyo, the majestic city beneath him, fully awake somehow, as if it were forever on espressos and cigarettes, drenched in caffeine and nicotine. The moonlight skidded across the glassy surfaces, illuminating the sides of those high rise buildings so prevalent in Tokyo.

Six months had passed since the airplane incident, and his fingers still itched for the familiar cigarette, the feel of the rough paper rolled between his digits, the way smoke burned down his throat with a rough velvety sensation, but his iron will clenched tight on straying temptations. It had been hard enough to stay off the sweet rancid habit.

The new commitment had been something of a necessity while Takaba was hospitalized for three months in first Amsterdam, where the plane had made its emergency landing, then Berlin. Smoking meant he had to go all the way outside, past the hospital garden, and to the parking lot. The nurses plucked the cigarettes from his lips even before he could light them if he was anywhere within or near the smoke-free perimeter. Hence, he took it upon himself to stamp down the life-long habit, and he discovered, it really was an addiction. Had he been any less of a self-disciplining man, he wasn't sure if he could have quit.

One month after the airplane incident, he had tried to bring Akihito home to Japan, but the doctors refused, fearing that any post-surgery complications that might arise during the trip. They did, however, allow a transfer to a larger hospital in Berlin, one where Asami had connections. The caution and reluctance was understandable, considering Takaba had almost bled to death internally into the chest cavity, the left lung filling with blood between the crevices and nearly wet-drowning him with his own blood. It had caused some major problems for the first month of recovery, especially with the ribs that had been shattered by the bullet entry.

He could still remember Akihito throwing up from the Oxycontin, barely able to sip lukewarm water. The opiate based pain killers absolutely killed what little remained of his lover's appetite. After two weeks though, Akihito's eating habits were improving although only Asami was able to coax him into swallowing even a measly bite of food; try as they might, nurses made no headway with Akihito.

Most days, Akihito and Asami talked quietly, softly in their own world, in their own words. Through these conversations, Asami saw the changes his lover had gone through during the two long years they were apart. Sometimes it frightened Asami, wondering whether the Akihito he knew had morphed into something altogether different, but that worry soon dissipated after Akihito's first outburst two months into his hospitalization. The doctor had recommended a psychiatrist for the proud lover, and he erupted, spewing a river of profanities and flooding the poor doctor with his indignation.

Apparently he went on for twenty minutes screaming things along the lines of "You fuckass! Don't you ever suggest that kind of fucked up shit to me!"

The nurses were concerned that he might hurt himself (or the doctor) and called Asami out of a conference he had on the other side of Berlin. When he arrived, Akihito was still fuming until he saw Asami walk in and his face immediately turned upside down into a divine smile. Seeing that bright smile, he just had to let the boy slide.

No doubt, though, that the two hard years had taken a toll on Akihito and his lover had matured significantly. This newfound maturity showed itself when a week or so before they left Berlin, Akihito came out about the lover he had left behind in London. The candid confession took Asami by surprise; he had never expected Akihito to go into that topic out of his own volition, and for Akihito's sake, he had purposely left the fragile topic alone.

The rest of the hospital had pretty much gone to bed. Not that it mattered, Asami had ensured a private room for the both of them. Akihito was sitting up in the white bed, a pillow behind him to cushion his back. "Asami?" he folded his book quietly.

Asami was typing away into his laptop at a small table across the room, managing Tokyo from six thousand miles away. "Hm?" he looked up from the screen, caught in the middle of the sentence.

Takaba looked at Asami with straightforward eyes, unblinking, "I had a lover in London."

Asami raised him eyebrows as he folded down the laptop and stood up. They sustained eye contact as Asami approached the bed quietly, only the gentle hum of the ventilation audible in the nearly silent room. With his hand on the edge of the mattress, he leaned forward and kissed Akihito, taking the soft, pink lips into a gentle caress, and before he could pull away, Akihito gripped his tie and pulled him in closer, encouraging Asami to delve deeper into his mouth. Tongues battled each other, stroking, sliding in fierce movements and friction.

Asami's hand slid over Takaba's, the one that was clutching his tie, and helped him drag the knot down, slowly loosening it until it slipped from Asami's neck and fell loosely on the bed. Takaba's other hand was slowly moving down Asami's shirt, unbuttoning it one by one.

"I know," Asami whispered as his hands slipped under the loose shirt and he licked the junction of Akihito's shoulder, smiling when the body beneath him shuddered at the seductive touch.

"You don't mind?" Akihito pushed the sleeves past Asami's shoulders and down his shoulders, trying to get the man to strip.

"Hm…" his large hands helped pull Akihito's shirt up and over his head, "I never said that."

"Then-" Akihito's words were muffled by a hot tongue breaking through his lips as Asami pulled on the drawstrings of Akihito's trousers and pushed them down. "Why-" he tried to ask as he kicked the trousers off.

"Because I have you now." Asami unbuckled his belt as he climbed into the bed, the mattress creaking softly under both their weight.

Akihito leaned forward to whisper back "You have me now." His hand cradled a tangle of Asami's dark locks of hair, the other reaching down to the belt, undoing the clasp and slipping beneath the boxers. His fingers brushed teasingly again the pulsing, hot erection and grinned mischievously when he heard Asami exhale softly. The cock slipped from its restraints and stood out in the open.

Akihito pushed himself off the pillow and urged Asami backwards until it was he who was sitting atop Asami on the firm, hard stomach, straddling the waist with his legs. Akihito slipped two fingers into his mouth and sucked it, licked it slowly, knowing fully well Asami was watching his every move. The unwavering intense gaze from those pair of hawk eyes aroused him even more.

Soon, the fingers disappeared behind him as he leaned back, still straddling Asami on his knees. From this angle, Asami could see Akihito slip two fingers into his own tight passage as well as the aroused expression slipping across the delicate face. The slick fingers slipped out, and he watched his small lover lower himself slowly onto his cock and throw his head back when the head slipped past the opening, a whimper slipping from those swollen lips.

He waited until Akihito was completely engulfing him, and when Akihito started moving again, rising and falling in rhythm, his moans growing in volume and length, he reached up and slipped his hand across the back of Akihito's neck and pulled Akihito down for another fierce kiss.

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Takaba nằm ngủ, các tấm nằm trên nửa dưới của mình, để lại phần còn lại của cơ thể của ông tiếp xúc với không khí đêm ướp lạnh. Màu da của mình được bao phủ trong một sheen mờ nhạt của mồ hôi, chỉ vừa đủ lớp phủ cơ thể lithe, gợi cảm của mình. Ánh trăng lọc trong qua màn cửa tuyệt nhảy múa với gió, đúc một mảng di chuyển bóng mờ nhạt hơn con số nhẹ nhàng, như nếu ông được tắm trong đèn phía bắc.Asami cúi về phía trước với các Lan can ban công, sáu mươi sàn trên mặt đất, như gió cao whipped mái tóc đen tối của mình. Không khí cảm thấy lạnh đối với cánh tay và chân, mặc quần áo chỉ ở một cặp đùi nam lỏng lẻo, như chiều máy coursed xung quanh anh ta, băng giá của mình.Ông đứng mắt để mắt với một số của các tòa nhà chọc trời cao nhất ở Tokyo, thành phố hùng vĩ bên dưới anh ta, hoàn toàn tỉnh táo nào đó, như thể nó là mãi mãi trên espressos và thuốc lá, ướt đẫm caffeine và nicotine. Ánh trăng trượt trên bề mặt như thủy tinh, phát sáng ở hai bên của những tòa nhà cao tầng rất phổ biến ở Tokyo.Sáu tháng đã trôi qua kể từ vụ việc máy bay, và ngón tay của mình vẫn còn itched cho thuốc lá quen thuộc, cảm giác của giấy thô cán giữa chữ số của mình, cách khói bị đốt cháy xuống cổ họng của mình với một cảm giác mượt thô, nhưng ông sắt sẽ clenched chặt chẽ trên straying cám dỗ. Nó đã được khó khăn, đủ để ở lại tắt thói quen Ôi ngọt.Các cam kết mới đã là một cái gì đó của một điều cần thiết trong khi Takaba đã được nhập viện trong ba tháng ở Amsterdam đầu tiên, nơi chiếc máy bay đã thực hiện hạ cánh khẩn cấp của nó, sau đó Berlin. Thuốc có nghĩa là ông đã phải đi tất cả các đường bên ngoài, trong quá khứ Sân vườn bệnh viện, và bãi đậu xe. Các y tá ngắt thuốc lá từ đôi môi của mình ngay cả trước khi ông có thể ánh sáng chúng nếu ông bất cứ nơi nào trong hoặc gần chu vi khói thuốc. Do đó, ông mất nó khi mình để đóng dấu xuống thói quen suốt đời ông, và ông phát hiện ra, nó thực sự là sự nghiện ngập. Ông đã có ít hơn của một người đàn ông self-disciplining, ông đã không chắc chắn nếu ông có thể đã bỏ thuốc lá.Một tháng sau khi vụ việc máy bay, ông đã cố gắng để mang lại Akihito nhà đến Nhật bản, nhưng các bác sĩ đã từ chối, vì sợ rằng bất kỳ biến chứng sau phẫu thuật có thể phát sinh trong chuyến đi. Họ đã làm, Tuy nhiên, cho phép chuyển tới một bệnh viện lớn ở Berlin, một nơi Asami có kết nối. Thận trọng và miễn cưỡng là dễ hiểu, xem xét Takaba đã gần như bled đến chết trong nội bộ vào trong khoang ngực, trái phổi điền với máu giữa các đường nứt và gần như ướt-chết đuối anh ta với máu của mình. Nó đã gây ra một số vấn đề lớn cho tháng đầu tiên của phục hồi, đặc biệt là với các xương sườn đã tan vỡ bởi mục đạn.He could still remember Akihito throwing up from the Oxycontin, barely able to sip lukewarm water. The opiate based pain killers absolutely killed what little remained of his lover's appetite. After two weeks though, Akihito's eating habits were improving although only Asami was able to coax him into swallowing even a measly bite of food; try as they might, nurses made no headway with Akihito.Most days, Akihito and Asami talked quietly, softly in their own world, in their own words. Through these conversations, Asami saw the changes his lover had gone through during the two long years they were apart. Sometimes it frightened Asami, wondering whether the Akihito he knew had morphed into something altogether different, but that worry soon dissipated after Akihito's first outburst two months into his hospitalization. The doctor had recommended a psychiatrist for the proud lover, and he erupted, spewing a river of profanities and flooding the poor doctor with his indignation.Apparently he went on for twenty minutes screaming things along the lines of "You fuckass! Don't you ever suggest that kind of fucked up shit to me!"The nurses were concerned that he might hurt himself (or the doctor) and called Asami out of a conference he had on the other side of Berlin. When he arrived, Akihito was still fuming until he saw Asami walk in and his face immediately turned upside down into a divine smile. Seeing that bright smile, he just had to let the boy slide.No doubt, though, that the two hard years had taken a toll on Akihito and his lover had matured significantly. This newfound maturity showed itself when a week or so before they left Berlin, Akihito came out about the lover he had left behind in London. The candid confession took Asami by surprise; he had never expected Akihito to go into that topic out of his own volition, and for Akihito's sake, he had purposely left the fragile topic alone.The rest of the hospital had pretty much gone to bed. Not that it mattered, Asami had ensured a private room for the both of them. Akihito was sitting up in the white bed, a pillow behind him to cushion his back. "Asami?" he folded his book quietly.Asami was typing away into his laptop at a small table across the room, managing Tokyo from six thousand miles away. "Hm?" he looked up from the screen, caught in the middle of the sentence.Takaba looked at Asami with straightforward eyes, unblinking, "I had a lover in London."Asami raised him eyebrows as he folded down the laptop and stood up. They sustained eye contact as Asami approached the bed quietly, only the gentle hum of the ventilation audible in the nearly silent room. With his hand on the edge of the mattress, he leaned forward and kissed Akihito, taking the soft, pink lips into a gentle caress, and before he could pull away, Akihito gripped his tie and pulled him in closer, encouraging Asami to delve deeper into his mouth. Tongues battled each other, stroking, sliding in fierce movements and friction.Asami của tay trượt qua Takaba của một trong đó là ôm tie của mình, và giúp anh ta kéo nút xuống, từ từ nới lỏng nó cho đến khi nó rời khỏi của Asami cổ và rơi lỏng lẻo trên giường. Takaba của mặt khác là từ từ di chuyển xuống áo sơ mi của Asami, unbuttoning nó từng người một."Tôi biết," Asami thì thầm như tay trượt dưới áo lỏng lẻo và ông licked giao lộ của Akihito của vai, mỉm cười khi cơ thể bên dưới anh ta rùng tại các liên lạc quyến rũ."Bạn không nhớ?" Akihito đã đẩy tay áo trong quá khứ của Asami vai và xuống vai của mình, cố gắng để có được người đàn ông để dải."Hm..." bàn tay lớn của ông đã giúp kéo Akihito của áo lên và trên đầu của ông, "tôi không bao giờ nói thế.""Sau đó-" Akihito của từ được nghe không rỏ bởi một lưỡi nóng phá vỡ thông qua đôi môi của mình như Asami kéo trên drawstrings Akihito của quần và đẩy họ xuống. "Lý do tại sao-" ông đã cố gắng để yêu cầu như ông khởi động quần."Bởi vì tôi có bạn bây giờ." Asami unbuckled vành đai của mình như ông leo lên giường, nệm lạnh nhẹ nhàng dưới cả hai trọng lượng của họ.Akihito cúi về phía trước để thì thầm trở lại "Bạn có tôi bây giờ." Tay cradled một rối của Asami tối ổ khóa của tóc, khác đạt xuống đến vành đai, hoàn tác clasp và trượt bên dưới các boxers. Ngón tay của mình chải teasingly một lần nữa là cương cứng đập, nóng và grinned mischievously khi ông nghe Asami xông lên nhẹ nhàng. Cock rời khỏi hạn chế của nó và đã đứng ra trong mở.
Akihito pushed himself off the pillow and urged Asami backwards until it was he who was sitting atop Asami on the firm, hard stomach, straddling the waist with his legs. Akihito slipped two fingers into his mouth and sucked it, licked it slowly, knowing fully well Asami was watching his every move. The unwavering intense gaze from those pair of hawk eyes aroused him even more.

Soon, the fingers disappeared behind him as he leaned back, still straddling Asami on his knees. From this angle, Asami could see Akihito slip two fingers into his own tight passage as well as the aroused expression slipping across the delicate face. The slick fingers slipped out, and he watched his small lover lower himself slowly onto his cock and throw his head back when the head slipped past the opening, a whimper slipping from those swollen lips.

He waited until Akihito was completely engulfing him, and when Akihito started moving again, rising and falling in rhythm, his moans growing in volume and length, he reached up and slipped his hand across the back of Akihito's neck and pulled Akihito down for another fierce kiss.