[Mushverse: For Genta and Takeru]

[interpolate]

We've done a fair amount of research since Hiromu accidentally ran into the Vaglass agent that looks just like me, and what we've found out has been disconcerting to say the least. Troubling enough, especially where a certain previous Sentai team is concerned, that it's back to undercover for me. I need to make contact with my best bet at finding out what's going on there, and the best way to do that is to place me back into class at Amanogawa, so I have an excuse to go to Genta's sushi cart.

Of course, for the first two days the cart is dark and folded up, unmanned. I worry that something's happened to him, until the day he shows up as usual, welcoming the few customers that have time.

I sidle up to the counter while his attention is focused on a dark haired boy with a cat perched on his shoulders. Well, it takes all kinds.

"Salut, Genta."

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[sushisamurai]

My dick twitches from his touch, even with a layer of fabric between us. I yearn for him, ache for him. I've missed him, being intimate with him, for so long.

He is my everything.

His laugh almost makes me groan, the vibration of it through his chest echoing into my back. He kisses along my neck, and I angle my head so he can find more skin, his mouth settling low on my throat, near my shoulder.

I suck in a small breath through my teeth when he drags my zipper down. I wish I could participate in this more with my hands, but the fact that he is guiding this, is seeking to give me pleasure as I am seeking to be his pleasure, means worlds to me.

He's come back to me.

[sonofshiba]

I unfasten him enough to be able to slip a hand inside, with only the thin layer of fabric of his underwear separating his skin from mine.

"My love," I breathe into his shoulder, softly, almost conversationally. "I must regret to inform you that I must disengage from this position in order to pay full attention to you. I seek your permission, and your forgiveness."

I do not wish to move from him. He is warm and safe in my arms, and I am supporting him, a tiny fraction of the support that he has shown me, uncomplainingly, tirelessly, in recent weeks. However, to continue this as I wish, to take him in my mouth and give him pleasure, I must move in front of him.

I am... mostly being playful about this. Of course I shall do it. However, it is quite the conundrum.

[sushisamurai]

I laugh, a bit breathlessly, at his words.

"Always so formal, my Take-chan," I turn my head and nuzzle at his neck, kissing his pulse. "I trust you. Always have. Move me as you feel led."

I pull back just far enough so that I can catch his gaze, looking up at him with all the love and devotion I've always felt for him.

[sonofshiba]

...how can he trust one such as I?

He does not know what a gift he grants me with his words. My resolve hardens. I will prove myself worthy of him. I must.

My breath hitches somewhat as he kisses sensitive skin. He gazes at me, lovingly, and I stroke his hair back from his face, with all the relaxed languour I can muster.

We have time for sweet urgency. Perhaps I should move onto that portion of events at this juncture.

Reluctantly, missing his warmth on my chest, I disengage from him and move next to him on the bed, kneeling. I place a hand behind him, at the nape of his neck, aware of the intimacy of such a simple gesture. I smile, and gently push him backwards with my other hand, holding him safely, easing him down to lie flat on the bed.

I may now work his pants and underwear away from him, which is where they should be at all times, ideally.

I am, however, aware of the impracticality of such a wish.

[sushisamurai]

He treats me with such absolute care that I actually blush, feeling timid and shy in his arms as he guides me to lie back on the bed.

I settle, shifting only a little as I make myself comfortable. I'm not sure what he has planned for me, but as long as it ends with us connected, with him inside me, I am going to enjoy every step on the journey to get there.

Every touch, every kiss. Every sigh and groan, whether they're mine or his or shared between us.

I lift my hips to help him remove the rest of my clothes. I want him unclothed too, naked and vulnerable with me. But I'm not going to ask for that outright.

I'm too interested in what he has planned.

[sonofshiba]

I remove the remainder of his garments, fold them neatly, and place them on a chair by the door. I smile, take a step towards the bed...

Oh.

I remove the remainder of my garments, fold them neatly, and place them underneath his on the same chair.

I return to the bed, and very gently, very carefully, climb up his prone form so that I have my knees on the outside of his hips, and my palms flat on the bed on either side of his head. I smile, and lean down to capture his lips with mine.

[sushisamurai]

I watch him as he undresses. I've seen him naked before, many times before. Each time it excites me, and each time I am always amazed, that he has so many more faint lines of scars than I do.

Amazed, and saddened. He still fights so much harder than the rest of us, even now that he's actually Shiba's head. Now that he properly needs to protect the line.

He returns to me, and all thoughts of battle fade away as he leans over me, his presence taking up my entire worldview, a physical manifestation of my constant emotional state.

He smiles, and that makes me smile, and then he kisses me, and I make a soft sound, a mix between happiness and rushing relief. He loves me, as much, if not more than, he did before he was taken from me.

I kiss him in return, shifting only slightly beneath him so I can get a hand up, and thread my fingers in his hair, holding onto him as we kiss. I draw in small, gasping breaths through my nose, my entire body feeling flushed.

[sonofshiba]

As ever, his expression holds love, but there is much below the surface.

The love is not a lie. It is never a lie. It is, at times, the one matter in this world in which I always trust, although at times I have allowed my guilt and fear to overwhelm me, to make me believe that he and his love are safest far from-

No. I will not allow my thoughts too far down that path. What I have seen today, what I have experienced today, has broken that. I will not have it any other way.

He does not lie with his love. He has never lied with his love. But he is thoughtful, underneath, and wistful, and concerned.

He has too many scars, both physical and emotional.

I must repair what I can, and enable him to trust in me again as he may.

He responds to me easily, willingly, as always giving the entirety of himself. I lean on an elbow over him, turning my face a little into his seeking hand without losing contact with his lips.

So soft.

So gentle.

So utterly steel underneath.

His strength is a revelation every time I encounter it.

I begin to caress his naked form under mine. I cup the side of his face, stroke the line of his jaw, and flick a finger against his nipple.

[sushisamurai]

We kiss, and it's like paradise, Eden and Nirvana, and all those other silly poetic things people spout about love. Only it's real between us, and I want to savor every moment of it. Now, and every time after.

He's not saying goodbye. He's saying hello again.

He's promising to stay.

He touches me reverently, cupping my cheek, trailing his fingertips along my jaw.

His hand slides down my chest, and then I gasp into his mouth when he teases at a nipple, my body jerking, not unpleasantly, at the contact.

[sonofshiba]

He jerks under me, and I smile. "Let us work together," I say playfully. I re-balance myself over him and begin to follow the path of my fingers with my mouth.

The taste of his skin is, as always, an epiphany. I suck, stroke, and lick my way down from his beautiful, distracting neck until I reach the skin over his hip bones.

He is all edges down here, all lean muscle and bone, no softness, no spare flesh. He is perfection.

He is Genta. Were he to have three penises and a green bottom, I anticipate I would still find him perfection, and sexually appealing. It would, however, make certain logistics much more complex.

I am quite grateful that he has but one, as I do not need to fear an imbalance of attention. I lick gently up the front of him, relishing the salty-sweet taste.

[sushisamurai]

He kisses his way down my body, along my neck, over my chest, taking his time, practically worshiping me.

He makes me feel appealing, despite my too thin frame, despite my sparse, lithe muscles. He makes me feel like the most amazingly sexual being on this earth.

He makes me feel perfect.

I reach my hands above my head when his mouth reaches my hips, vaguely wishing for a bed like I had in France, with a wire frame headboard. Easy to grasp and hold onto. Futons are better for the spine, but... there is something about an easily grippable headboard...

So I grab at the pillow beneath my head, as well as I can with my hands injured as they are. And I lift my hips slightly upwards as I gasp, silently asking for more...

[sonofshiba]

He clutches at the pillow, though it must be awkward with his hands bandaged. I hope it does not pain him overmuch.

My hands warm on his hips, I lick up his length again, flirting my tongue briefly around the groove on the underside of the head.

I nibble very lightly at the very edge of the flare of the head, then wet my tongue properly once more and flick it across the slit. He tastes most wonderful. Salty-sweet, aroused.

My Genta.

[sushisamurai]

In another context, his actions would be teasing, and I might beg him to stop, to take me into his mouth and drive me wild.

But right now, after everything, I'm savoring every small moment. Each little flick of his tongue, each gentle nip of his teeth. I'm practically vibrating with the intensity of it all.

My toes curl against the blanket beneath us, and my breaths have become little more than shallow little pants.

I lick my lips, gazing down at him. "Take-chan..."

[sonofshiba]

His voice is throaty, low, and he breathes quickly. I look up at him, meeting his eyes. His pupils have dilated, and I find I must take a long, slow breath myself to control my reaction. Most pleasant.

"Aa," I say gravely. I run my hands lightly over his hips, his thighs, then do it again, more strongly, then once more, even more strongly.

I settle myself against him, my hands on his hips, and carefully, slowly, swallow him whole. He fits perfectly inside my mouth, as always, the top of the head pressing against the top of my throat.

[sushisamurai]

He takes me into his mouth, and it's like the first time all over again, the rush of joy, the jolt of pleasure, the complete awe that he, my Take-chan, is not only willing do such a thing, but finds enjoyment in it himself.

I grip a little more tightly to the pillow, my back arching slightly away from the bed in my effort to keep my hips still for him. My head falls back as a low more takes me.

[sonofshiba]

The taste of him is a delight in itself. Were it not for his reactions, I would be most taken with it, but his sound he has made...

I shift an inch or so, to relieve the pressure which causes my own erection to brush somewhat painfully against the sheet, then I place my hands underneath his buttocks. If he wishes to arch his hips, then I will assist. That this will result in him moving further down my throat, one of my favourite parts of this, is merely a bonus.

My preferences matter, yes, but this is about Genta.

Focusing on Genta in itself is arousing for me. He is so fascinating.

I suppose, logically speaking, this can be for both of us simultaneously.

I flatten my hands across his behind, holding him firmly, assisting him in thrusting upwards into my mouth. I enjoy the trust inherent in such a gesture very much.

The taste of him, the smell of him, fills my senses, and I find myself humming in pleasure around him even as I focus on performing a particular trick with my tongue.

[sushisamurai]

His mouth around me, his hands beneath me, I can't help but move my hips. Not jerking or forced, just a slow, even rocking motion. His mouth is warm and welcoming, and I crave it. As much as I crave all of him.

I tremble, a jolt of pleasure traveling from my dick to the small of my back, and then up my spine, right to the nape of my neck, making the hair there stand on end.

We've done this before. Many time before, in sundry variations. But this time is unique. This time I...

This time isn't just about the pleasure, about giving each other pleasure. It's not just about love either, or trust. Or mutual respect.

No, there's something much deeper happening here, something that shakes me to my core.

And it's still just his mouth around me. It's not... not...

"Take-chan," my voice is raspy and thick, and I look down at him, barely able to focus on him.

Unable to focus on anything else.

"Please I..." I lick my lips, and swallow, trying and failing to still my hips. "I want you inside me."

[sonofshiba]

He utters his version of my name. That which I would allow from no other, enjoy from no other.

I force my eyes to open, and I gaze up at his, tongue still working at him. It would be difficult to stop were I to will it. I do not will it...

Perhaps now I will it.

Not without regret, I allow his erection to fall from my lips, then I reach over to the topmost drawer next to the bed. We have performed this act with minimal assistance before, him in me or the reverse, but I wish to be extremely careful with him on this occasion. I wish to prepare him properly.

[sushisamurai]

Even though I asked for it, I still make a soft sad little sound when his mouth slides off me. I compose myself a bit, and shift a little, moving so that he can reach the bedside table more easily.

There are always those butterfly flutters low in my stomach before we make love. No real fear of pain, since I know, even when he's in a rougher mood or we don't have a lot of time for prep, that he will take care of me, or I him, but just...

Excited nervous butterflies, they showed up the first time we kissed, and continue to make themselves known whenever we're intimate.

Sometimes just when he smiles at me from across the room.

[sonofshiba]

He is so needy. It is endearing, and arousing, that he is willing to be so vulnerable with me.

So open, so willing to live much of his life where those who matter to him can see. I cannot be as open, but I wish to improve myself in this regard. I have much to learn from him.

I open the small bottle, and pour a generous amount onto my fingers.

"You do me honour, Genta," I say softly, reverently, as I stroke his opening with utmost gentleness. "Much honour."

[sushisamurai]

I twitch a little at the brush of his fingers, my natural energy preventing me from properly staying still pretty much ever. Even at a time like now, when we are relearning each other, when we are relearning trust and acceptance.

I smile at him, at his words. I don't know about 'honor', but I do love him more than I ever thought I could love someone. And I always knew I was able to love rather a lot. Already, and always, loved him rather a lot.

I breathe evenly when he slides a finger inside, doing my best to relax past the initial resistance. I keep my eyes on him, on his face, wanting to see whatever he's feeling.

[sonofshiba]

He wishes to bounce.

I am immediately, briefly, assailed with a memory. When I was small, I once viewed a children's television program courtesy of Jii which had a striped tiger in it. It was difficult to not remark upon the resemblance between said tiger, this 'Tigger', and Genta.

I liked the tiger.

Back to the present.

He breathes carefully, evenly, smiling, as I slide first one finger inside him and then another. He is tight, as always, and my erection twitches at the mere hint of the thought of entering him.

I get up on my knees, fingers moving carefully inside him, and lean down to capture his lips. I add a third finger.

[sushisamurai]

He looks at me curiously for a moment, and I wonder what he's thinking. Sometimes I wish I could get a narration of his thought processes; I'm sure it'd be fascinating.

The moment passes and then he's back with me again, away from his thoughts, and a second finger joins the first, spreading me wider, pressing in deeper.

He moves, leaning over me, and kisses me as he slides a third finger inside me. I moan softly into his mouth, bringing my hands up to grip at his hair, kneading, tugging gently. I lift my hips, coaxing his fingers in deeper.

Now Take-chan, now, I'm ready. Please...

[sonofshiba]

Bracing myself with a hand on the sheet next to his slim shoulders, I suck gently on that full lower lip before disengaging.

I move deftly back, run a hand down the centre of his chest lightly, lovingly, then encircle his erection. I grip my own at the same time, and move forward. I touch the head against his hole, gasp a little, then focus.

Inserting myself with the utmost care, I cannot repress a shudder when the head slips inside the ring of muscle. He is so tight, so warm. He grips me so pleasingly.

[sushisamurai]

I'm panting, vibrating with anticipation, when he moves closer. I'm actually more interested in the hand he has on his own dick than the hand he has wrapped around mine.

I watch that hand as he moves closer to me, leaning over me, but the moment his dick brushes against me my gaze flicks up to his face, watching as he presses forward.

I have to bite my lip to keep quiet, because just that initial movement makes me want to groan, to beg him for more. To take me, claim me as his, as he has so many times before.

But I can be good. This moment is about so much more. More than any other intimate act we've experienced together. This is trust between us, repaired and growing stronger than it ever has been before.

So I simply groan as he enters me, lips parting in a breathless little gasp, and move my hands so they can grip at his shoulders, gently coaxing.

"Take-chan..."