The dressing room was empty when Hokuto slipped inside, the staff member who had shown him the way already halfway down the hallway. There was little of notice in terms of decorations, the same cookie cutter space given to all on screen talent when they filmed at TBS. There was a small table with four chairs, a backpack thrown over the top of it that Hokuto recognized. A mirror covered an entire wall with a long vanity underneath it with a few chairs, the only thing on the vanity a small pouch with what looked to be cosmetics in it.
The door clicked closed behind him, and Hokuto froze at the sound. What in the world was he doing here? Sure, he had just wrapped up his own television job not long ago, and he didn’t have any other work the rest of the day. Yes, there were two other members of his group filming at this studio today, but they would have understood if Hokuto had gone home without stopping by. It was a well-known fact Hokuto preferred the comfort of his apartment to being outside. They would see each other in a few days, so it wasn’t as if they never saw each other now that their tour had wrapped up.
But there was a part of Hokuto that ached for those long weekends, the chaos of a concert, and the close quarters with the other members. He missed the brushing hands, that warm body close to his. He craved having those teasing words thrown his way, whispered into his ear, lips brushing his skin, when they should have been listening to the staff giving them directions. The two of them had been reprimanded far too much for their shenanigans, and Hokuto knew he should be good and cut it off. He knew it, but there was a part of him that craved that attention too much to give it up.
Hokuto shook those thoughts from his head, depositing his own bag on the table before approaching the vanity. There was already a flush on his cheeks, his heart racing in his chest as the whirl of the air conditioner filled the deafening silence. This was a bad idea. A horrible one. He should go home. Home was good. It was safe. There were no dangerous ‘what ifs’ floating around there. They needed to be professionals and keep whatever was flitting between them locked down, and Hokuto was only encouraging that deadly feeling of hope fluttering around in his chest.
He sighed, patting his cheeks a few times. That was it. He was going to go home, make dinner, and then text the members to ask about their day in their group chat. Hokuto would share what he had been up to, and there would be messages of ‘you should have stayed and said hi’ thrown around, maybe even a pouty selfie that would make Hokuto’s heart race. But Hokuto would have done the right thing to protect himself in the end.
The door creaked open, a loud boisterous voice floating in from the hallway that Hokuto would have recognized anywhere. That laugh, the very one that made him feel so warm and toasty inside, echoed around the small space and sent chills down his very spine. The door clicked closed before Hokuto had time to process what was happening, his brain turning to mush when he was addressed.
“This is a surprise.” Jesse’s voice was low, almost rough from shooting two back to back episodes of his regular singing show, and Hokuto whipped around to face him. “I wasn’t expecting to see you today.”
Hokuto had always found Jesse beautiful, ever since they were kids. He had a magnetism to him that drew you in and made you want to get to know him deeper than his outside shell. But even pulling back the layers, getting to know Jesse for who he was inside, he was as beautiful of a person inside as he was out. He cared deeply, loved with every fiber of his being, and put the interests of others before himself. It was why Hokuto had clung to Jesse so closely over the years and considered him a true friend.
Hokuto hadn’t been surprised when those feelings slowly started to change as the years passed by, morphing into something fresh and new. Soft and fluffy cheeks sharpening into handsome features and full lips that Hokuto found himself longing to kiss. The feelings only grew worse when Jesse started working out. The first time Hokuto had laid eyes on Jesse’s newly formed abs, he hadn’t been able to get the mental image from his head for a month. It had been even worse when Jesse’s cover of Tarzan had been released. It took all of Hokuto’s mental fortitude to not order five copies to his home. Three were already too many.
He knew that Jesse felt similarly. Hokuto was human after all. He would look across the room during dance rehearsals and see Jesse staring at him as if he was a morsel he wanted to devour. Those hungry expressions always made Hokuto pause, unable to comprehend that the usual smiley and fun-loving member of their group could look so carnal. But then Jesse would notice Hokuto staring at him, and that hunger would be gone in the blink of an eye, a serene smile replacing his desire so easily.
Neither of them ever acted on their feelings. They never shared a hotel room when touring nor sat next to each other on the bullet train. The most they were alone together was during meal times before the show, sitting across from each other while discussing anime or dramas they were currently watching. There were little touches, things that anyone could mistake as innocent, but were searing hot on Hokuto’s skin. He longed for more, always desperate for every molecule to be covered in Jesse’s embrace. But a wall had been erected between them, and neither dared to cross it.
When Hokuto had seen selfies and photos of Jesse’s outfits from his singing gig before, the clothes had always leaned more on the casual side of the spectrum, jeans and the occasional blazer and slacks being donned for the hour long show. There had been the occasional pair of glasses that had absolutely destroyed Hokuto, making him drop his phone in shock. Whoever had designed Jesse’s outfit for the day, as well as styled him, had chosen violence against Hokuto specifically.
Jesse was dressed in a navy suit, the sleeves only going midway down his forearms showing off his pale and toned arms. The lapels of his jacket were studded and stoned with so many rhinestones and jewels it shimmered even in the stark lighting of the dressing room. His usual rings donned his fingers, nails painted black for his starring musical, and a large chunky gold bracelet was on one of his wrists. Jesse’s hair had grown out since the last time Hokuto had seen it, the length nearly covering his ears, and there was a solid bit of dark root showing. Not that Hokuto cared. With the way it was styled, parted over one eye and curling so slightly under his eyes, Jesse looked like a prince. A prince who Hokuto desperately wanted to ruin him.
“Want me to go and get Juri?” Jesse asked, motioning to the door. “We can all go out and get something to eat after we change-”
“NO!” Hokuto shouted, wincing at how loud he had been, and even Jesse looked shocked from the volume. “I mean, no. You don’t have to. I…I came to see you.”
And it was the truth. Though Juri and Jesse were both regulars on the same show, Jesse had been the only one on Hokuto’s mind when he had asked where their dressing rooms were. It had been Jesse’s room he had walked into. It was Jesse who he had wanted to see, even if Hokuto cared about them both.
Jesse pointed at himself, a little smirk on his voice. “You wanted to see me?” His voice was so light, so playful, and Hokuto fought to control his heart. “Couldn’t get me off your mind?”
“It’s nothing,” Hokuto said, keeping his voice calm and relaxed despite the inner turmoil in his head. “I wanted to say hi since we were so close.”
Hokuto could barely hear Jesse’s footsteps as he crossed the room, blood rushing through his ears. He reached behind him, gripping the edge of the vanity tightly. His heart felt like it would beat out of his chest the closer Jesse came, stopping where there were mere inches between them. Hokuto had to crane his head up to look Jesse in the eyes.
“I,” Jesse said, leaning down so Hokuto could feel the warmth of Jesse’s breath on his skin, “think you missed me.”
“I see you at least twice a month.” Hokuto felt his cheeks heat up in a blatant betrayal. He did miss Jesse. He missed his loud voice, his warmth and kindness. He missed the way he would glance at Hokuto during YouTube shoots, like Hokuto was the only thing that mattered in the room.
“I think,” Jesse said, leaning even closer in, and Hokuto’s heart seized until Jesse turned his head at the last second. His lips were so close to Hokuto’s cheek that Hokuto could have sworn he felt Jesse’s lips brush his skin, “that you wanted to have some alone time. No managers. No other members. Just me and you.”
Hokuto…couldn’t deny that either. There had been a few nights where he had known Jesse was free, no work or plans with friends filling his schedule. Hokuto had typed out a text, asking if Jesse wanted to come over, but deleted it before he could send it. He had sworn over and over that the next time Jesse was free he would invite him over, but Hokuto always chickened out at the last second.
The more Jesse teased him, their bodies so close that Hokuto could have reached out and pulled Jesse to be flush against him, the more an ungodly desire was growing in Hokuto’s belly. He had never wanted to admit it, not even to himself, but his own feelings mirrored the carnal nature he had seen in Jesse. He had lost track of the times he wanted to tear the clothes off of Jesse’s back, desperate for some kind of release from the tension he felt. It had only been the other members in the room that held Hokuto back from taking what he wanted.
“Come on, Hokuto,” Jesse said. His voice was like a song in Hokuto’s ear, tempting him to ruin. “There’s no one around.” The warmth of Jesse’s breath receded from Hokuto’s cheek, Jesse’s face returning to his vision. Those dangerous lips pulled into a smirk that Hokuto wanted to kiss off Jesse’s face. Jesse reached out, a single finger lifting Hokuto’s chin ever so slightly. “You don’t have to be the good boy today if you don’t want to be.”
Hokuto could feel himself balancing on the edge of a knife, his self-control slowly being cut down. The edges were withering away with each slice of the blade. He should laugh, push Jesse away, and make some kind of disparaging comment to get Jesse to lighten his teasing. His comments today were too much. Hokuto was slowly being pushed towards the edge of a cliff he wasn’t sure they could both come back from.
“Jesse…” Hokuto said, his voice coming out far too breathy. He had meant for Jesse’s name to sound more like a warning than the desperate plea it was.
“You know,” Jesse said, his voice so low that Hokuto’s body was tingling, “this room is soundproof.” Something inside of Hokuto snapped with those words. He reached up, curling his hands around Jesse’s head, and crushed their lips together.
There was nothing romantic about their kiss, no sweetness or tenderness one would expect from a lover’s embrace. Years of pent up emotion had exploded within Hokuto over four simple words, and the only thing consuming his thoughts was Jesse, his lips, and the way he overtook every single one of Hokuto’s senses.
It was like fire, an all consuming blaze that destroyed even the simplest of thought processes in Hokuto’s mind. Hokuto had kissed people in the past, whether it was for a drama role or a past partner, but he had never known lips so addicting as Jesse’s. The world outside of these four walls didn’t exist anymore. It was only Hokuto, Jesse, and the edge of the vanity digging into Hokuto’s ass.
Jesse broke their kiss for a moment, stepping back to look Hokuto up and down, and Hokuto was consumed by the look in Jesse’s eyes, so dark and hungry for more. Hokuto was breathing hard, his head spinning, his mouth already craved the feeling of Jesse’s on his, and he didn’t want to wait forever to feel them on his once more. Like magnets, they reconnected, and Hokuto felt the last of his remaining defenses completely shred to pieces.
Hokuto’s imagination took over, picturing what it would be like to have Jesse’s hands on him, coaxing and turning Hokuto on until he could barely support himself. He wanted to feel that sweet friction of their hips rolling together, desperation dismantling the last bit of control Hokuto was clinging to. Kisses weren’t enough. Hokuto wouldn’t be satisfied with only that. He needed to feel every ounce of Jesse against him.
Hokuto’s hands drifted down, curling around the lapels of Jesse’s suit to pull him that last little bit closer. Something hard pressed onto Hokuto’s hip, his hazy, lust filled mind taking a few seconds to process what it could be. He moaned into the kiss, clawing at Jesse when he tried to pull away. His hips instinctively rolled, craving the feeling of Jesse’s rapidly hardening cock against him.
“Tell me to stop,” Jesse said, his voice a low growl when he broke the kiss once more. His lips found Hokuto’s neck, Hokuto arching it to give Jesse better access to his skin, and Jesse left fiery kisses in his wake. “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.”
This was it, the final out. There was still the logical part buried deep in Hokuto’s brain that told him it was okay. They could stop. They could go back to how things were before—coworkers who flirted and denied their sexual chemistry. It wasn’t that bad, a bit maddening when all Hokuto could think about was where he wanted Jesse’s fingers when he was alone at home. But fantasies were fantasies, and it was much safer to indulge in them than whatever this was.
If only the good part of Hokuto hadn’t been thrown out the second Jesse’s lips touched his.
“Please,” Hokuto pleaded, tugging Jesse’s shirt from his slacks. “I want you so badly.”
Hokuto’s hands trembled as he undid every single button of Jesse’s dress shirt, fumbling a few as each one revealed another delicious patch of skin. He had seen Jesse getting dressed countless times, whether it was before concerts or rushing to dress in their next outfit during the show. The temptation to reach out, to feel the taut muscle of Jesse’s abs under his fingertips, had always existed in the back of Hokuto’s mind. Now, Hokuto could finally indulge in his fantasy.
His touch was feather light, tracing each ab and oblique muscle as Jesse’s lips left scorching kisses along Hokuto’s jawline. Hokuto knew he was moving too slowly, a rumbling growl from Jesse’s throat a warning, but Jesse was a work of art that needed to be appreciated. He wanted to fall to his knees and worship each muscle on Jesse’s chest. Hokuto would slowly work his way slowly down that gorgeous body until he reached the waist of Jesse’s pants, those pesky buttons keeping him from the true prize: that gorgeous cock Hokuto longed to taste. No matter how Jesse rushed him, Hokuto wanted to pleasure Jesse until the only thing he could do was moan Hokuto’s name.
“Not now,” Jesse said. His hand caught Hokuto’s wrist when he went to flick open the button to Jesse’s slacks, stopping Hokuto’s slow descent to his knees. His other hand nudged Hokuto’s shoulder, gently turning Hokuto to face the mirror. “I can’t wait that long. I need to have you now.”
The mirror was before Hokuto, separated only by the vanity, but he couldn’t bear to look at himself. There was something about the pure unadulterated desire that Hokuto was feeling that he didn’t want to face just yet. He didn’t want to come to terms with all of the emotions coursing through him, destroying him from the inside out, nor could he handle looking into Jesse’s eyes. Why did they need to face the mirror? Couldn’t Jesse have chosen a different position? One where Hokuto didn’t have to watch himself be absolutely wrecked by the object of his unholy desires?
Hokuto balanced himself on the vanity, his hands flat on the surface, as he felt Jesse’s hands snake around his body. Even through his clothes, Hokuto felt every little touch, every dastardly second, and it was worse when Jesse’s hands snuck under his shirt, fingers teasing Hokuto’s nipples until they were stiff between his fingertips. Hokuto could feel his cock growing harder in his pants, aching to be released, but with every brush of skin, Hokuto got a bit annoyed.
“Why can you take your time touching me, but I can’t do the same to you?” Hokuto tried to turn himself around to face Jesse. He wanted to strip off that shirt and jacket and feel that silky cock in his own hands, to stroke Jesse until he was mad with lust. But Jesse’s hands quickly slammed on the vanity beside Hokuto’s. He rolled his clothed hips forward until they were flush against each other, pressing Hokuto’s own hips onto the edge of the vanity. “Let me pleasure you!”
“But today is all about you.” Jesse leaned in, his warm breath coating Hokuto’s neck and making him moan from the sweet heat. One of his hands reached down to Hokuto’s pants, teasing the patch of skin just above the waistband. “Next time you can do whatever you want to me.”
It was maddening, utterly maddening, how much Hokuto wanted to push himself off of the vanity and turn the tides against Jesse. Hokuto knew he had a talented mouth, one that had left all of his previous partners speechless, and he wanted to utterly destroy any semblance of sanity Jesse had. He knew that he could swallow Jesse’s cock whole and make him whine Hokuto’s name and beg to come down his throat.
But then those hands drifted to Hokuto’s pants, deftly undoing the button, and Hokuto’s pants and underwear were pushed all the way to his ankles. The cool air hit his cock, making him shiver, until Jesse’s hand curled around it. All formal thought process was thrown from Hokuto’s mind the moment Jesse started to stroke him, his voice a low murmur in Hokuto’s ear that he couldn’t comprehend.
There were a fair amount of nights, ones where Hokuto had been alone at home, where he got lost in his fantasies. He had always imagined what it would be like for Jesse to touch him, really touch him. How firm each stroke would be as Jesse drew him closer and closer to release. Too many times he had come to this scenario, hand sticky but feeling satisfied, but none of them were as good as the real thing.
Hokuto was entirely lost in the sensation of Jesse’s hand on him, knees buckling from how firm and confident each stroke was on his rapidly hardening cock. It was worse when Jesse started to roll his hips into Hokuto’s, the timing matching each flick of his wrist. Feeling that hard cock, only separated by the fabric of Jesse’s pants, was making Hokuto feel utterly insane with need. He didn’t know how he would survive once those final few layers were stripped away.
His body already felt as if it was flushed with a heat that was rising in temperature with each second that passed, and he craved more. More friction. More skin on skin. Jesse’s hand wasn’t enough. Hokuto needed to feel every inch of Jesse’s cock pounding into him. His hips were already rolling to meet Jesse’s, their bodies moving in tandem, and the only thing left was for Jesse to prepare him. He needed Jesse to move faster, and it embarrassed Hokuto how much he desired this man. Hokuto didn’t understand how one man could make him feel as if he was a teenager again, thirsting for more and more with every passing second.
“Jesse,” he moaned, hoping the hunger in his voice was enough to spur Jesse on, but Jesse’s strokes turned slower, more torturous.
“Sorry, what was that?” Jesse asked, that horrid teasing tone back in his voice. “Tell me what you want.”
Hokuto looked further down, watching those long fingers stroke him even slower. “I…you…inside.”
“Now, now, now.” Jesse’ hand went to Hokuto’s chin, forcing him to look up once more. “You know my Japanese isn’t very good. Help me understand what you want.”
It was the first time Hokuto got a good look at himself in the mirror, and he didn’t recognize the person across from him at all. His skin was flushed, lips parted, and Hokuto watched a moan fall from his lips when Jesse’s thumb brushed the head of his cock. He was fully consumed by the lust beating through his heart, and Hokuto had never seen himself so impossibly turned on before.
“I want you inside of me,” Mirror Hokuto said, and Hokuto’s gaze drifted, watching Jesse’s mirror form place a kiss on Hokuto’s neck before reaching for the pouch on the counter.
It took a bit of rummaging before Jesse pulled out a small bottle of lube and deposited a condom on the counter. It struck Hokuto as odd. Who carried around those things in their make-up bag?
“Were you hoping that I would come and visit you today?” Hokuto asked, watching how Jesse squirted out a fair amount of lube to coat his fingers.
Jesse looked up, his eyes locking with Hokuto’s in the mirror. “I hoped that you would,” he said, his fingers tracing their way up Hokuto’s thigh. He nudged Hokuto’s legs as far apart as they would go before his fingers hovered at Hokuto’s entrance. “But I’m always prepared in case one of us finally broke.”
Those long fingers were both a blessing and a curse, Hokuto’s head spinning even worse as Jesse worked him open. Jesse was taking his time, moving far too slowly for Hokuto’s liking, and the way that he curled his fingers within Hokuto? Making Hokuto moan with wanton need? Absolutely criminal, and Hokuto would have voiced his displeasure if his mouth had the capability of forming anything other than Jesse’s name. His body was too overwhelmed by the sensation of Jesse working him open to think of anything besides Jesse working him open.
Hokuto’s skin felt like it was on fire, the temperature of the room impossible hot, as Jesse added a second finger. Hokuto tried to wiggle his hips back, to tempt Jesse’s fingers deeper and to fill him more, but Jesse’s free hand was solid on Hokuto’s waist. Everything moved at the pace Jesse set. The slow and calculated way Jesse stretched Hokuto only made his arousal worsen, cock so hard Hokuto was aching with need, and the filthy things Jesse was murmuring in his ear were torture.
“You’re so tight,” Jesse all but moaned against the crook of Hokuto’s neck, and Hokuto’s cock twitched in response. “I hope I can fit inside you.” He curled his fingers, hitting that spot within Hokuto that had his knees buckling. “You’re so affected by me, too. How long have you wanted me like this?”
For too long. For far too long. Every moment in Hokuto’s recent memory was consumed by this uncontrollable desire. Now that it had been set free, he wondered how he had ever locked it away in the first place. Ever since Jesse had walked into his dressing room, it felt like Hokuto was living a dream, and he would have pinched himself to check if he trusted himself to move his hands from the vanity. It was the only thing keeping him upright and standing.
Hokuto let out a needy whine when Jesse’s fingers slipped from him, one he would have been embarrassed by the sheer desperation in his voice had he not been so impossibly turned on. His hips rocked backwards, seeking out any kind of touch, but a steady hand from Jesse stopped him.
“Someone is excited,” Jesse teased, and Hokuto could hear Jesse’s hand searching the table for the condom packet. “If I had known you wanted me this badly, we’d have done this much earlier.”
Jesse released his grip on Hokuto, and he watched the impatient way his mirror self waited for Jesse to finish preparing himself. Hokuto whined, his voice so loud and needy as he heard Jesse’s zipper being undone. He clawed at the vanity, hearing every sound of Jesse carelessly freeing himself from his slacks as well as the slow and calculated way the condom wrapper was torn open. Hokuto knew he should have turned around and pulled Jesse closer or done something to increase his speed, for Jesse seemed fully content to take all the time in the world, but he didn’t. Hokuto could only stand there, cock twitching and desperate for attention. By the time Jesse had slathered lube on himself, Hokuto had been contemplating whether or not he had the self-control to ride Jesse on the dressing room floor.
The head of that cock, that horrible cursed cock, brushing between Hokuto’s cheeks changed any haphazard plans he had constructed in his head. His hips rolled on their own, begging for Jesse to push into him, but the tall singer was ever the tease. He seemed content to make Hokuto as desperate as possible before he gave in, sliding his hard cock over Hokuto’s entrance but never slipping inside. Over and over he rolled his hips until Hokuto felt like the only option he had was to shred the vanity to pieces.
“Please,” Hokuto whined, his voice sounding so foreign to his ears. “Jesse, fuck me.”
And Jesse finally obliged.
Jesse was big, far bigger than Hokuto had anticipated, and it took all of his willpower to not let the stars dancing at the side of his vision consume him entirely. Each roll of Jesse’s hips took him deeper into Hokuto’s body, but it was all far too slow for Hokuto’s liking. He knew that his body needed to be fully adjusted, but his craving for more was insatiable.
It felt like an eternity before the whole of Jesse was within him, and Hokuto’s back arched so Jesse could reach even deeper, to satisfy the deep lust he had for Jesse’s cock. His breath was racing, heart beating erratically, as Hokuto waited for the first thrust. He couldn’t wait to feel that delicious friction, the rough way Jesse would destroy him with every thrust. He hungered for it, thirsted for it, and he needed to experience it now.
“You are absolutely beautiful,” Jesse murmured, and Hokuto’s heart soared with every word. His hand was on Hokuto’s chin, nudging it enough so Jesse could press chaste kisses more easily along his jawline. “Now,” his hand drifted down, taking a firm hold on Hokuto’s hip, “let me ruin you.”
The first thrust was a tidal wave crashing down on Hokuto, and he thanked every god he knew that TBS made their dressing rooms soundproof. He couldn’t stop the moans from falling from his lips with every roll of those dangerous hips into his, fueling his arousal into unparalleled levels. Hokuto’s entire world felt as if it was crumbling around him, but in the absolute best way possible.
And Hokuto’s reflection? Showing every twitch and groan? Seeing how flushed he was getting roughly pounded by Jesse? How he was melting under the heat of the room, his skin flushed with sweat? It was an addiction that Hokuto couldn’t break, especially when he noticed the hungry expression on Jesse’s face. It was all consuming, eyes dark and full of lust, and the way those painted fingernails clung to Hokuto’s hips made Hokuto groan. It was better than even the hottest porn watching Jesse’s carefully pinned idol mask come undone.
“Such a good boy,” Jesse moaned. His hand reached down, slipping under Hokuto’s shirt to tease his toned chest. “You take my cock so well.”
A shiver ran down Hokuto’s spine with those compliments, the words going straight to his cock, and he moaned so loudly he was surprised no one had walked in to check what was going on. His skin felt like it was on fire, and he thrust his hips backwards to meet Jesse’s, anything to get his attention. He wanted to hear more of those praises from Jesse’s lips.
“You like that, do you?” Jesse purred, his hand slowly inching down to take hold of Hokuto’s cock. “You like when I compliment you?”
Hokuto gave the smallest of nods, the barest acknowledgement, but it was enough. Jesse noticed. Of course he would.
“You look so beautiful with my dick inside you,” Jesse said, leaning in closer to murmur those words directly into Hokuto’s ear. “You’re absolutely shining. It makes me want to fuck you harder to see what other expressions you have.” His hand was slowly sliding up and down Hokuto’s hard cock, building speed with every flick of Jesse’s wrist to match his hard thrusts.
Pleasure was building deep in Hokuto’s stomach, taking him higher and higher. It was only a matter of time before it came crashing down around him, consuming him whole. He could feel Jesse twitching within him, his thrusts becoming more erratic as his own orgasm drew closer, and Hokuto wanted nothing more than to pull Jesse down into the depths with him.
“You’re so well behaved,” Jesse said, his voice so low and husky it made Hokuto quiver. “Tell me how much you like my cock in you.”
Hokuto tried to, he really did, but he had long ago found himself unable to form a coherent sentence. He managed to groan out a low, “Good.” Whether Jesse had understood him or not was the ultimate question, but, with how unraveled Hokuto was in the mirror, Jesse couldn’t hold his lack of coherency against him.
Hokuto could barely focus on the two of their forms in the mirror, his gaze drifting the closer his body climbed to release. He could only hear the low tone of Jesse’s voice praising him, and the sweet sound of their skin slapping together with each deep thrust. Each hard thrust pushed him higher and higher, Hokuto only needed the final little nudge to push him over the edge into a sweet, sweet release.
“Hokuto, look at me.” The way Jesse said his name, like a little prayer, caught his attention, and Hokuto found Jesse’s eyes in the mirror once more. Those dark eyes held him until Jesse spoke again. “Come for me.” And Hokuto came hard, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train, and he felt Jesse follow after him.
The sensation was intense, the satisfaction taking over his body so warm. Hokuto had been wound up so tightly that his release left him weak-kneed and hardly able to keep himself standing. The solid form of Jesse behind him, arm wrapped around Hokuto’s stomach to support him, was the only reason hadn’t entirely crashed to the vanity in his post-orgasm haze.
He questioned every reason why he had denied their attraction for so long. Why had they kept themselves apart when there had been so much sexual chemistry between them? They should have given in much, much earlier. If sex with Jesse was this phenomenal, only once wouldn’t satisfy Hokuto. He needed to experience it over and over to even scratch the surface of his desire.
Jesse shifted behind him, sliding out his softening cock and leaving Hokuto feeling much too empty for his liking. “You are incredible,” Jesse said between peppered kisses on Hokuto’s neck. “When can we do that again?"
Hokuto stood there for a moment, contemplating the most logical course of action. The right thing would be to straighten themselves up, clean up the mess they had made, and head their separate ways. There were always more days, more chances and opportunities, to indulge in each other. It was the smart and logical thing to not overindulge.
“My place is closer to this studio than yours,” Hokuto said, words coming out slowly, and he saw the way Jesse lit up in the mirror at the idea. Something told him that the two of them wouldn’t be getting much sleep that night.