Every Day is a Honeymoon

It was after dinner, and Komaeda and Hinata had both settled on the couch for the evening. Hinata was trying to decide on a film to watch, and Komaeda was absently browsing his phone – until he was brought up short by a familiar face. Komaeda didn’t usually click through to gossip sites, but in this case he couldn’t help himself.

‘Say, Hajime, did you see this?’

Komaeda held up his phone. Hinata squinted at the screen.

‘Akamatsu and …’ It took him a moment to recognise the second figure. ‘Are they dating?’

‘Seems that way.’

The photo was of Akamatsu sitting in a café in a foreign city, sunhat on, laughing, a man’s hand on hers. The man’s face wasn’t in view, but it was definitely Amami Rantaro. The article only identified him as ‘the son of a wealthy industrialist’, but Amami’s hair and manner of dress were distinctive. The headline postulated that they were considering marriage.

‘Good for them,’ Hinata said, ‘if it’s true. You haven’t heard from Akamatsu lately?’

‘Not in a while. Should I send her a message? Congratulate her on her impending wedding bells?’

‘That might be jumping the gun.’

Komaeda looked at the photo again. Akamatsu seemed happy, he thought. He couldn’t see Amami’s face to be sure, but something had moved him to hold her hand.

In the same spirit, Komaeda put down his phone and turned to face Hinata on the couch. He folded his hands over his knees.

‘Do you think we’ll ever get married?’

It wasn’t something he’d been planning to ask; Hinata looked startled.

‘You want to go overseas?’ Hinata said.

‘No, not that,’ Komaeda said, although how easily Hinata asked the question made his heart beat faster. ‘I meant, do you think the law will ever change?’

Hinata’s expression settled into something more serious. ‘I think it’s possible. I mean, there’s only so many times it can be declared unconstitutional, right? Things have to change.’

‘Then …’ Komaeda reached out to take one of Hinata’s hands in his. Hinata squeezed his fingers, his eyes not leaving Komaeda’s face.

‘You want to?’

‘I mean … if it were possible, I would love to marry you. But, you know, I think sometimes it’s only because the world is like this that we can even be together. Otherwise … that would be too much happiness, wouldn’t it? For you and I to call each other husband.’

‘I’m pretty happy as it is.’

It struck Komaeda sometimes, how easily Hinata would cut through his words.

Their hands were still twined together.

‘Hajime …’

‘Yeah?’

‘I want to get married.’

Hinata nodded.

‘And then … I want to have our wedding night.’

Hinata’s expression grew suspicious. ‘What’s that meant to involve?’

Komaeda leaned in and kissed him, long and slow until he was half on top of Hinata. Hinata grabbed him and pulled him solidly onto his lap.

Komaeda slipped his hands between them to tug at Hinata’s buckle and pull his belt free. Komaeda tossed it ostentatiously to the floor (knocking a vase off the coffee table in the process) and kissed Hinata some more while he undid the zip of his trousers. When he put his hand down Hinata’s pants, Hinata let out a gasp that was quite satisfying.

Komaeda broke the kiss, and he said with his cheek against Hinata’s, ‘We’ll get a hotel and order champagne and then I’ll fuck you on the bed –’ He gave Hinata’s cock a rough stroke – ‘And then we’ll drink even more while we take a bath and then I’ll fuck you in the bathtub too –’

‘How flash is this hotel room?’

‘It’s the most expensive one, obviously. We wouldn’t skimp on something like that.’ Komaeda kept stroking him.

‘R-Right.’

‘After that I think I’ll just finger you for a bit and see if I can get you to come dry.’

‘You –’

Hinata had grown flushed, over his neck as well as his face. He was sexy when he got worked up. Especially when he hadn’t changed out of his work clothes and Komaeda got to enjoy mussing him up.

‘After that you can have a nap.’

‘That’s – so generous – of you.’ Hinata’s breathing was quite ragged, and his cock was leaking. Komaeda rubbed some of the liquid on his thumb, lifted it to his mouth and sucked. Hinata was beginning to get that out-of-focus look. Komaeda pushed two fingers into his mouth and let Hinata suck them shamelessly. He’d get Hinata to blow him after this.

‘It won’t be a long nap,’ Komaeda added. He took Hinata’s earlobe lightly between his teeth, and dragged his fingers from Hinata’s mouth to wrap back around his hard dick. ‘I think I’ll wake you up by eating you out.’

‘Nagito,’ Hinata said, and the sound was a groan.

‘You’re going to be extremely sloppy, Hajime.’

‘Why’d you – have to say it – like that?’

‘Because you want me to.’

Hinata was past talking, then. Komaeda was tempted to kiss him some more – Hinata always kissed so desperately when he came – but instead he watched his face, because Komaeda liked that too. Hinata’s O-face: his red parted lips; and how he tipped his head back so that his neck was exposed. Komaeda wanted to lick it. So he did, with Hinata panting beneath him, his hot spunk coating Komaeda’s hand. Komaeda wiped it on his shirt; it would wash, after all. Hinata didn’t notice.

‘Definitely,’ Hinata said. ‘One day, we’ll get married.’ He wrapped his arms around Komaeda’s back and squeezed him against him.

‘Hajime …’ Komaeda put his arms around Hinata’s neck and took a deep breath, taking in the smell of his skin and hair. And he put his tongue into Hinata’s ear so that he yelped and jerked back.

‘Not tonight, though,’ Komaeda said.

‘No.’

Komaeda dipped his mouth to Hinata’s neck, sucking lightly.

‘You know I have to go to work tomorrow,’ Hinata said.

‘So mean,’ Komaeda said. He hadn’t sucked that hard. ‘You think your workmates don’t know what you get up to?’

‘I really don’t want to think about my workmates right now.’

‘I don’t want you to think about your workmates either.’ Komaeda kissed Hinata, pushing his hands back through his hair while he sucked his tongue. And then he pulled back to say, ‘I want to come in your mouth.’

Hinata gave a nod. And said nothing but indicated for Komaeda sit back against the couch. Then he undid Komaeda’s pants and pulled them down far enough that Komaeda could kick them down around his ankles. Hinata leaned over, to bend his mouth over Komaeda’s cock, shaping his lips around him and swallowing him in, hot and wet. Hinata began to bob his head, his tongue pressing the base of Komaeda’s cock as he took him in deeper. With how he was angled Komaeda couldn’t see his face, but he could put his hand on the back of his neck, like the barest threat. He didn’t do anything else. He didn’t need to do anything else – Hinata did it all.

‘That feels so good,’ Komaeda found himself saying. ‘We’ll have to add it to the agenda.’ He ran his fingers through Hinata’s hair, because it felt nice. Everything felt nice, doing it with Hinata. Komaeda just wanted to touch him endlessly. It was continuously amazing to him that this was something he was able to do. And having got away with this much didn’t make Komaeda’s want any less – his desire could curse the both of them, but Komaeda had given up holding back.

‘Hajime, I’m going to come. Don’t stop, I’m going –’

He didn’t know why he said it like that; Hinata never did stop, unless Komaeda told him to. And when Komaeda came, Hinata swallowed around him; he took everything and let Komaeda stay in his mouth until he was soft. Then he sat up, and Komaeda kissed him some more, because he knew it embarrassed Hinata when he did. After that, they just cuddled.

‘You know,’ Hinata said, ‘we don’t need to wait for the law to change to have a wedding. We can just do it.’ He settled his head against Komaeda’s shoulder.

‘Is that really okay?’ Komaeda said. ‘Would you be okay with it?’ There was a part of him that couldn’t believe (wasn’t allowed to believe) that Hinata could mean it.

But Hinata said, ‘Yeah. I want to.’

‘You’ll probably get hit by a car the day before the wedding and leave me a widow.’

‘I’ll watch out for cars, then,’ Hinata said. Exactly as serious as Komaeda was.

‘I love you,’ Komaeda said.

Hinata didn’t say anything, but leaned in to kiss him again, more sweetly.

It meant the same thing.