Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ 40 Nights of Honeymoon ❯ Surprise ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: the characters and the plot all belong to me, since this is my own original story.

Warnings: moderate language, yaoi sex, and implied stuff.

Author's Notes: I think every once in a while I'll break up the monotany of these really short chapters with a moderately long one... it wasn't planned that way, it just kind of happened.


Night SIX: Surprise
Today, is the day that Daiki is finally going to become an adult. He won’t be that little teenager that he used to be anymore. Now, he’s going to finally be a young adult! Not quite a kid, not quite an adult (because he sure as hell still acts like a little kid.)

“Happy Birthday Daiki!” a few familiar voices cheered.

The raven-haired man blinked, then looked up. Jousho, Netami, and Ureshii were all standing beside his bed, Jousho holding a tray of breakfast. He rubbed his eyes, before muttering sleepily, “Are you gonna sing?”

“Do you want us to?” Jousho asked.

“Not particularly, no,” Daiki replied, and received the tray of breakfast.

“Did you know that Jousho lovingly woke up and fixed you breakfast all by himself?” Ureshii mentioned, trying to earn the red-head some good points.

“That’s so sweet of you Jojo,” Daiki commented, smiling.

Netami and Ureshii decided to make their leave, to leave the loving couple to themselves. Besides, they had plenty to start doing if they were going to arrange Daiki’s surprise.

Daiki took a forkful of scrambled eggs first, then hash browns, before pouting, “Jojo, the food’s cold.”

“Well I’ll go take care of that right away Daiki,” Jousho complied, taking the tray of food and rushing back downstairs.

Daiki smirked. The food wasn’t really that cold, but he decided that if everyone’s going to wait on him hand-and-foot today, he was going to be difficult to please. Because it was more fun that way.



After breakfast, he was in the shower, singing “I’ve Got The Power” (or whatever that song’s called, you all know what I mean) before his loving husband, joined by their other two housemates, snuck in there and surprised him, yet again. It was a good thing that the shower was bigger than average, because they ended up having a nasty foursome in there. Yeah, that’s the way to start off the morning of your birthday, with sex. (But then again this is coming from the guy that could probably spend a whole day having sex and never have enough.)

After the foursome, Netami and Ureshii really did have some work to get to. And meanwhile, Daiki and Jousho went in their bedroom and had round two.

“Jojo… you’re gonna have to stop, or I’m never gonna get out this house before noon,” Daiki reminded his husband.

“Yeah, that’s true. Besides, I’ve got to get to work on your birthday surprises anyways. And now that I think about it, some old friends of yours are supposed to be stopping by to take you out for lunch at noon, so you might wanna get dressed,” Jousho explained as he was getting his own self dressed. “Meanwhile I’ve to make some phone calls.”

‘Old friends?’ Daiki thought as Jousho left the bedroom. ‘Who the hell are my old friends?’



Soon enough, Daiki discovered whom his ‘old friends’ were.

“You guys are my old friends?” Daiki inquired, looking at Jakkoshi, Lian, and Sora. Indeed, it was noon, and they were indeed standing at his front door. “I thought we were only casual high school aquaintences…”

Jakkie, looking smug as usual, replied, “Well if that’s the way you feel, we’ll take our money and-”

“Never mind, let’s go,” Daiki announced, closing the front door behind him. “Now, who’s driving?”

“You mean you can’t?” Sora questioned.

“No, that’s why I asked, duh,”

“Look smart ass, I’m driving,” Sora explained, giving Daiki an evil look, and evil look that in the back of Daiki’s mind, almost looked like lust. It might’ve been for all Daiki knew, he knew that Sora did like him two years ago, and he probably still did. “It’s my car after all.”

“Your dad got you a car?” the raven asked.

“I just got it, it was an eighteenth birthday present,” Sora slightly bragged as the four climbed into the silver, brand new, sports car. Jakkie and Lian were in the back, while Sora and Daiki were in the front.

“Man, this car is too good for you Sora,” Daiki commented, trying to urk the blue-haired boy, who was still a teen, Daiki noted happily.

“Daiki, don’t get him started about the car,” Lian warned, and Jakkie nodded.

But it was too late, because the whole car ride to the restaurant, Sora was telling the story about his new car, all the features, and a bunch of boring nonsense that he ranted about when anyone mentioned his car. His god brother, Hitori, already heard the story a thousand times as well, and Jakkie and Lian were about up in the hundreds now, counting how many times they’ve heard about the car.

The company was relieved when they pulled up in the lot of Lucky’s, Daiki’s favorite restaurant.



“Man I love this place, how’d you guys know?” Daiki asked once the four were seated at a booth, the couple on one side and Sora on the other side with Daiki.

Lian and Jakkie immediately pointed to Sora, and Sora just said, “Well I did a bit of inquiring, it’s not that hard to find out someone’s favorite restaurant if you know who to ask.”

“I’m glad, because this place has like one of the best birthday specials around. Plus they start singing happy birthday in Spanish and you get a sombrero!”

The three younger boys gave Daiki a funny look. “Why do they sing happy birthday in Spanish? This isn’t a Mexican restaurant,” Jakkie asked.

“I dunno, ask the owners,” Daiki replied.

Shortly after, the boys ordered their food, and while they were waiting to be served, the birthday boy asked, “Have any of you ever been to The Angry Dragon?”

“Me and Lian have. He liked it,” Jakkie teased his boyfriend, elbowing him lightly as the green-haired boy blushed.

“I’ve never heard of that restaurant before, but isn’t the angry dragon some kind of sex position?” Sora asked, totally lost.

“Yeah, and that’s where the place gets interesting. See, it’s a Japanese grill, for couples only. You go in this like private little room where your table is, and you pretty much get to do all this kinky stuff while you dine, it really makes your meal more ‘hands-on’. Like for example as our appetizer, me and Jojo got to take turns eating sushi off each other,” Daiki explained.

“Hey, when you guys went, who was dessert?” Jakkie asked.

“I was, naturally,” Daiki bragged.

“I had to beg Lian to be dessert, he didn’t want to do it,” the orange-haired boy sighed.

Sora was listening to Daiki and Jakkie’s exchange, getting kind of weirded out by the idea of this restaurant, but it was also kind of making him intrigued as well. And then his mind started conjuring images of Daiki being ‘dessert’… it made his stomach do flips just thinking about it.

“…You guys actually did it in the room? Only you would, Daiki, only you,” Jakkie exclaimed, although he was mildly impressed. “Me and Lian are definitely going back.”

“Fine, but you’re gonna be dessert next time!” Lian pouted.

“Aw, don’t act like you didn’t like it…” Jakkie teased him again.

Luckily, the food came, before the conversation could get any dirtier.



After the meal, they were back in Sora’s car again, as he was about to take the two lovebirds back to Jakkie’s house. Sora made a slight groan of disgust, because there’s just one thing he didn’t like about hanging out with the two of them together: they tended to get lost in each other.

The couple started making out in the back seat, the outside world now meaning nothing to them, while Sora and Daiki sat in the front, the awkward silence of nothing but kissing noises getting to them.

“So Sora, what did you plan on doing for the rest of the day?” Daiki asked, while trailing his fingers over the straw material of the birthday sombrero he was holding.

“Go back to my dad’s and sit in my room wondering why I’m not in someone else’s back seat trying to practically eat someone’s face like those two back there,” he said sarcastically, although there was a hint of scorn on his face, because despite the fact they were all best friends, once Lian and Jakkie started dating, three was a crowd.

“Aw Sora, don’t be like that…” Daiki tried to comfort him.

“I dunno, I just feel stupid being the odd one out, I’m eighteen and don’t have anyone. It seems like practically all the other gods have someone now,” Sora sighed.

“Well I met my someone when I was eighteen, and you just turned eighteen, so maybe you’re due to find your someone soon,” Daiki pointed out. “Just be patient.”

There was something oddly comforting about the way Daiki spoke sometimes, he could go from the weird-acting dirty-talking boy to the sweet and comforting mother-type at the drop of a hat, if need be.

“…I’m sorry, I’m being all depressing on your birthday,” the glasses-wearing boy apologized.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m already available to listen, even on my birthday,” Daiki assured the younger boy.

The car slowed to a stop in front of the Kigurou residence, and Jakkie and Lian made their way out the car.

“Hope the rest of your birthday’s great, Daiki,” Jakkie wished, and Lian nodded.

“Thanks for inviting me out you guys, I enjoyed it,” Daiki replied, waving.

They all bid their farewells and after the two went in the house, Sora’s car pulled off at last.

“So are we going back to my house now?” Daiki questioned.

“Not exactly,” Sora replied.

“Let me guess: Jojo told you to keep me away from the house, huh?”

Sora decided to lie to keep the secret a secret, “No, I just wanted to hang out with you for a little while before you were to be on your way.”

“Well that’s cool then,” Daiki agreed.

The rest of the ride was silent until the silver car pulled into the double garage of the Ikki residence, Sora’s adoptive family.

“Well I guess my dad or Vermillion or Hitori isn’t here,” Sora spoke, looking at the unoccupied car space. It had been what he was hoping, but his voice said that he really didn’t care otherwise.

Once they made it into the spacious one-story house, Sora glanced at the living room clock, noting it was about one-thirty. He knew that he was due to call Jiirosho and Kanashii so they would ‘coincidentally’ meet up with Daiki at two. It was all part of the hectic schedule that Jousho had planned for Daiki that the birthday boy had absolutely no foreknowledge of.

However, Sora had a plan of his own that no one else had any knowledge of either, and it all had to do with him hoping no one would be home.

“So what’s the plan for the entertainment?” Daiki questioned, as he sat on the couch. “Unless, you know, my plan of entertainment is the same as yours.”

“And what is yours?” Sora asked.

A smile crept across the older man’s face. “Well you wouldn’t bring me back to an empty house for anything else except one thing, am I correct? Or am I just a guy with a one-track mind?”

“Both,” Sora replied. “I mean you know what I’ve wanted for awhile now, and since you have an open marriage now do you think we could?”

Daiki looked into those big brown eyes of his, almost pleading for some sort of relief. Sure, Daiki knew the majority of Sora’s relationship problems in the past, and hell, it’s his birthday. Why refuse an offer for sex on your birthday?

So Daiki, in his own way of silently agreeing, walked to Sora’s bedroom, and the blue-haired boy trailed behind, slightly in a daze. ‘Are we really going to do this?’ He thought.

As soon as Sora set foot in the room, Daiki pinned the more lithe boy to the bed.

“You’re not topping me,” Sora argued.

“Oh yes I am, after all, today is my birthday,” Daiki reminded him, smirking. He knew that Sora was one of those people who would bottom, but you had to fight them to do it, but he knew that now that he agreed to have sex with the boy, he’d better not fight today.



Elsewhere, Jousho was not away having such fun. Instead, he was stuck decorating the house with Netami and Kiku, while Ureshii spent all day slaving away in the kitchen (and swatting whomever tried to sneak a taste with his spatula.)

Kiku was blowing up black, purple, and white balloons with a tank of helium, while Netami and Jousho were sticking streamers of the same colors all along the living room walls.

There was a knock at the door, and Kiku ran to answer it. “Oh, it’s Otona, what do we owe the pleasure?” the woman spoke in her characteristic sarcastic tone.

“I brought the strobe light Jousho asked me to bring,” Otona replied.

“Jousho!” she yelled. “Are you trying to throw a party or create your own nightclub?”

“Well I know Daiki likes clubs so…” Jousho replied, getting down from the ladder he was standing on and heading to the front door.

“I guess so… this just seems a little out of your good taste, but then again if your modeling it after what kinds of parties Daiki likes, then I think I’m going to enjoy this,” Kiku said.

So they finally let Otona inside, where he got to work putting the strobe lights up in the living room, Jousho and Netami continued on the streamers, and Kiku with the balloons. Then, after all the balloons were blown and the lights were up, Netami and Jousho put the giant banner up that said ‘Happy Birthday’.

“It’s awesome, he’ll love it Jo,” Netami complimented the man. After all, the whole thing was his idea.

“It’s his own personal club, who wouldn’t love it?” Kiku added, smiling. Then she tugged on Netami and said, “C’mon bro, we better get moving so we can finish the rest of the downstairs.”

As the two scurried away, Otona let himself out and Jousho couldn’t help wishing he could see the smile on his love’s face from the surprise now…



After Daiki got busy with Sora, he had to say a quick goodbye as he was surprised by Kanashii and Jiirosho with the offer to go shopping. Besides sex and partying, Daiki loved going shopping.

“How about these pants?” Daiki asked the two, doing a little spin in front of the mirror.

“I like them,” Jiirosho replied, grinning.

“Jiji, you’ve said that about practically every pair of pants I’ve tried on,” Daiki pointed out.

“You apparently know what pants flaunt your figure,” Jiirosho replied, making the confused younger man disappear into the dressing room yet again.

“Jiirosho, are you checking him out?” Kanashii asked, elbowing her boyfriend.

“Aww c’mon Kanashii, just look at him!” Jiirosho whined, gesturing towards the man behind the curtain. “I can’t help it, I haven’t had sex with Daiki in how long? And he keeps wearing all these tight clubbing pants that emphasize the man goods.”

“And you’re encouraging it too,” Kanashii giggled, knowing exactly how women and men alike react to Daiki’s looks. “So you might wanna quit before someone notices your own ‘man goods’,” she hinted, before both of their eyes trailed to the front of Jiirosho’s jeans, luckily not nearly as tight as Daiki’s but still not loose enough to hide the fact he indeed was checking him out.

“Well I can’t help it,” he pouted. “You wanna go behind one of these curtains and take care of this?”

“Jiirosho, we brought Daiki here because it’s his birthday and you’re asking me to-”

“Well, since it’s his birthday should I ask him to?” Jiirosho suggested, almost too eagerly.

Kanashii almost argued, before sighing, “If you want to sweetie, this is Daiki we’re talking about so I doubt he’d be offended. Just try not to be too noisy, hm? There aren’t very many people in here so it’s rather quiet.”

“Thanks babe, you know I love you right?” he questioned, before kissing the girl on the cheek.



“You’re going to do what?” Netami exclaimed, after Kiku whispered something to him while they were alone in the parlor.

“I’m going to get Daiki a stripper for his party!” Kiku announced.

“But what’ll the straight guys think?” Netami questioned.

“The straight guys can jump off a bridge, this is for Daiki, remember? He’s bi, so he’d obviously like a male stripper,”

“But with that logic, he might also like a female stripper, so…”

“He’s married to a man, so he’d like a male stripper better. End of story. Either way, someone’s gonna be disappointed but I don’t care because the only one getting a lap dance from a hot, nearly-naked guy is Daiki… and maybe a few others if there’s time. Act appreciative and maybe I’ll get you one for your birthday Netami,” she hinted, elbowing the brunette.

“So… what kind of guy did you pick out for him?” Netami asked, starting to get curious.

“Imagine a big, muscular, hot-chocolate man in nothing but a purple thong… I picked purple because that’s Dai’s favorite color,” Kiku explained.

“Hot-chocolate though?” Netami questioned.

“Daiki likes his men a little dark,” Kiku pointed out. “Which makes me surprised he likes you… you’re a bit on the pasty side.”

“Pasty?!”

“Yeah,” she laughed. “Pasty.”

“…And did you say that there might be others getting these dances if time allots?” Netami reminded her, raising an eyebrow.

“…Maybe…” she said, adorning a smirk.

Then Netami cleared his throat and replied, “That’s all I needed to know. But wait a second… what if Jousho gets a touch jealous when he sees another guy all up on Daiki?”

“I didn’t think of that. Well, Jousho is a mature twenty-nine year-old man, I’m sure he can deal,” Kiku reassured him. “I’ll talk to him if it makes you feel any better, so I can remind him it’s just this one time.”

With that, Kiku left the parlor while Netami was left alone to finish decorating.



Jiirosho, Kanashii, and Daiki were now walking down the street, away from all the shops and boutiques, when Jiirosho asked, “Daiki, can we buy you a dress?”

“Why?” Daiki questioned, giving the tall, dark man a look.

“Because, you’d look cute in one,” Jiirosho explained.

“With all due respect, I really don’t want you to buy me one,” Daiki replied. “I’d want Jousho to do it, to pick out something he likes on me.”

“Way to get all Mr. Sentimental on me Dai,” Jiirosho sighed.

“Jiirosho, don’t be selfish,” Kanashii playfully scolded him. “Now lets get back to the apartment guys, so we can try on these new clothes.”

Kanashii, shop-a-holic she is, ended up buying not only Daiki tons of clothes, but herself tons as well, and even buying Jiirosho some things she thought he’d look good in.

The plan was, after going shopping they were going to go back to Kanashii and Jiirosho’s apartment and try on their clothes, before heading back over to Daiki’s, like nothing was happening that night at all…



“Okay, is the first floor all decorated?” Jousho inquired, like a drill sergeant.

“Yes sir!” Kiku and Netami replied.

“Food cooked, cake baked, and all out on the buffet table?”

“Yes sir!” Ureshii chimed in. The poor guy, in the kitchen cooking pretty much all day, was already exhausted. And he wasn’t even dressed for the party yet. But, he did an awesome job on Daiki’s birthday cake, which was five layers of marble cake, frosted with dyed-purple (really chocolate) frosting and ‘Happy 20th Birthday Daiki’ was on it in black frosting. It was one of the most depressing birthday cakes he’d ever seen, but he knew Daiki would love a cake with his two favorite colors on it.

“And… Kiku, what about this… added surprise of yours?” Jousho questioned, not looking or sounding too thrilled about the whole stripper idea.

“He’ll probably be here around nine… sir,” Kiku explained, weakly.

“Alright. Well it’s seven now, and the guests are going to get here about seven-thirty, then Jiirosho and Kanashii will get here with Dai at eight. So me, Ureshii, and Netami have about thirty minutes to get dressed for the party. Think club attire. Kiku, can you stay downstairs so someone can answer the door when the guests arrive?”

“No problem chief,” she agreed, before the remaining three guys scurried upstairs to shower (yet again) and get dressed.




“Y’know,” Daiki sighed sadly as he sat on Kanashii’s couch, in his new clothes, “I haven’t been able to spend time with my big sexy all day. And that’s all I really wanted to do today was spend time with him. I saw him this morning, and ever since then it seemed like he’d been trying to keep me away.”

Kanashii sat beside Daiki and put her hand on his shoulder, trying to console the poor, yet naïve, boy. “Well maybe he’s got something special planned for you two tonight? You know, alone?” Kanashii hinted, although truthfully she had no clue if Jousho had even planned to do anything alone with Daiki tonight, after the party of course. So she hoped for his sake, that he did.

“How about we go home now so I can show him all my new clothes?” Daiki suggested.

Kanashii glanced at the clock and replied, “I don’t see why not? Let’s go Jiirosho!” she called for her boyfriend.

About fifteen minutes later, they finally got to the house, where you could hear loud music even from the outside.

“I hope that’s not Netami blasting his damned music again…” Jiirosho said, as a cover.

“Probably,” Daiki agreed, falling for it.

“Here he comes everyone!” Kiku alerted the people in the packed living room, from her post at the front window. “Get ready to yell…”

“SURPRISE!”

Daiki’s indigo eyes widened, and his reaction was more like a startled cat than anything. He clung to Jiirosho, before looking around the living room at the hundreds of bodies (what, their living room was huge).

“C’mon Daiki, lets go inside, hm?” Jiirosho suggested, leading the still startled boy and Kanashii inside.

“We got him good, didn’t we?” Netami exclaimed, giving Kiku a high-five.

“He didn’t even see it coming,” Jiirosho joined in, high-fiving Netami as well.

Jousho, who was standing beside Netami, took Daiki into an embrace, “Happy birthday, little sexy,” he spoke before kissing him.

“You’re such a tricky husband aren’t you?” Daiki remarked, with a giggle. “Turning our house into my own club for a night… I couldn’t ask for a more thoughtful husband. Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome. As long as you love it, I’m happy,” Jousho assured him. “Now go mingle, you are the birthday boy after all. You’ll know where to find me.”

“But I barely got to spend any time with you all day…” Daiki whined, not wanting to let the older man go.

“I’ll see you a little later okay?” Jousho assured him, giving Daiki another kiss before heading to another room.

Daiki was disappointed that it seemed still that Jousho didn’t want to spend any time with him, but he didn’t have too much time to think it over before Jakkie and Sora whisked him away on the dance floor, where he let loose and danced uninhibited. After all, everyone here was eighteen or older, and this wasn’t like a school dance- you could dance as dirtily as you wanted to. And that’s one thing he liked to do was dance dirty, just as much as he liked to talk dirty and act dirty, his mind was absolute filth by the time he was eighteen, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. Not that everyone didn’t know that by now. Unfortunately, he knew Jousho was not a fan of dancing dirty, or a fan of clubs in general, so he knew that’s probably why he left the man on his own for awhile. Daiki really wished he could share this night with Jousho, but he knew how he was and respected it, much like how Jakkie didn’t force Lian to dance, because he was too reserved to do as much. And the same with Netami and Ureshii as well.

Actually, that idea applied with a great majority of the couples in Heaven, because now that he thought about it, Kiku and her husband were the same. However he knew Jiirosho and Kanashii were both partiers, only Jiirosho just so happened to party harder than his girlfriend. The basic idea was, just respecting your significant other’s limits and not pushing them.

“Daiki, you’re thinking too much,” Jakkie pointed out, bringing the birthday boy back from his thoughts. “I think we need to get you a drink.”

“Now you know that we are both too young to drink,” Daiki pointed out, teasing the boy.

“You’ve been drinking since you were sixteen, so shut up,” Sora said. “We’re not going to get you drunk, we’re just getting you one drink to loosen you up.”

“That’s what they always say,” Daiki added, despite the fact he followed them to the cocktail lounge anyways, where there was an actual bartender on duty in their scarcely used bar.

“Mix something special up for the birthday boy, please,” Jakkie said to the bartender, before grinning at Daiki.

“…You guys really are trying to get me drunk, making me drink mystery drinks,”

“Well take three, instead,” Sora added, so he could prove that they weren’t really trying to get him drunk.

“Fine then,” Daiki replied as the bartender slid three colorful drinks to them, they were a bright yellow-orange, with a lime slice on the glass. “Bottoms up, Sora… Jakkie.”

The three took the drinks down quick, quicker than they probably should have, almost like they were taking shots.

“Whatever those mystery drinks were, they were good! It tasted like oranges and lemons,” Daiki mused.

“Now, are you going to dance with us?” Sora asked, rather impatient.

“Don’t get your panties all in a bunch, I’ll dance with you,” Daiki agreed, leading the blue haired boy back into the room from which they came, the little red-head following.

When it came to Daiki dancing with them, it more or less became him dancing with Sora. The two became lost in their little world, on the dance floor, getting down and dirty.

“Dancing with you Sora, is a real workout,” Daiki sighed.

“Speaking of dancing,” Netami cut in. “I hate to break this up, but I need to show you Kiku’s gift Daiki. It’s in the den.”

“Ooh, come on Sora,” Daiki gasped, following the brunette down the hallway into the room farthest back in the house.



“You’re playing horrible Jousho, what’s up?” Otona questioned, as he and the red head were playing darts in the parlor.

“Kiku hired a damn stripper and it’s bugging me,” Jousho admitted. “It’s nine o’clock and he’s probably here now, in the den dancing all on my Daiki. Ugh.”

“Well if it’s bugging you go in there and tell him to go take a hike!” Otona replied.

“I’m not going to ruin Daiki’s good time because I’m being jealous…” he sighed.

“So make up your mind, are you going to do it or no?”

“I… really don’t even know. What do you think I should do?”

Otona thought about it a second, but once the situation would involve his Yasu, he didn’t even know whether he’d suck it up and let her enjoy her good time, or give the stripper the boot. “…I don’t know.”



It was about three in the morning when a tired and partied out, not to mention buzzed Daiki made his way into the dark bedroom, before tripping over some clothes that were left abandoned on the floor, landing with a loud thud. His husband stirred before peering over into the darkness, looking at Daiki laying on the floor.

“Jojo?”

Jousho said nothing, before picking up his raven-haired lover and placing him gingerly in the bed, before giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Tell me all about your day, little sexy.”

Daiki struggled slightly to even comprehend what Jousho was asking, before noticing that Jousho was lifting his near skin-tight t-shirt off of him. “Well, first my wonderful big sexy made me breakfast in bed, and then- oh! Jousho, what are you doing?”

“Well we haven’t been able to spend time together all day, am I right? Isn’t this alone time what you want?” Jousho asked, before sucking on the now bare nipple after he’d gotten his love’s shirt off.

“Oh yeah, that’s what I want,” Daiki moaned. “You’re gonna keep doing that while I talk?”

“If you want, it is your birthday after all,”

“But it’s three, so technically it’s not my birthday anymore,” Daiki pointed out.

“Your birthday isn’t over until I give you my present,” Jousho added, lustily, before teasing Daiki’s hard nipples again.

“Oh okay…” Daiki sighed, relishing in this moment, not quite sure if he could keep talking if he knew where this was going. “Well, after breakfast, me, you and Netami and even Ureshii had a naughty little foursome in the master bathroom. I was surprised even Ureshii got involved, he’s just so cute and innocent to do stuff like that.”

The truth was, Ureshii would pretty much only do things like that if someone he trusted was involved, which was primarily Netami of course, and surprisingly Daiki, whom he felt was kind of like his sex mentor in a way.

“…After that, me and you fucked again, which surprised me even more. Then Sora, Jakkie and Lian showed up and took me to my favorite restaurant, which reminds me I think I left my sombrero in Sora’s room…”

“What were you and Sora doing?” Jousho inquired, as he began trailing light butterfly kisses, from his chest, on down his stomach.

“Lemme give you a hint: Sora might act bad, but when it comes to this, he really is just a sweet, little innocent kid. He let me top him, and I relished every minute of it. Then after that, I went shopping with Jiirosho and Kanashii and got some sexy new clothes that Jiirosho kept saying showed off my ‘man-goods’.”

“These pants?” Jousho questioned, tugging slightly at the waist of the pants. “Mmm, I think he’s right about that.”

“Do you think you could get me out of them? They’re getting kind of tight,” Daiki requested in his cute voice.

“Of course, if you keep on with the story,” he complied, unbuttoning Daiki’s tight skinny jeans.

“Umm…” Daiki struggled to remember. Having someone teasing your body while you were trying to recall something was getting more difficult. “Well after that we went back to their apartment, and we all tried on our new clothes, before we ended up in the bed…”

“You sure got your fair share of sex today didn’t you?” Jousho remarked, as he unzipped the jeans and slid them off slowly, underwear and all.

“Yes,” Daiki agreed, the cool air hitting his legs and freed arousal. He laid his head back on the pillow and instinctively spread his legs. “And I’m not even done yet.”

“Oh, so you think since it’s your birthday I’m going to give you whatever you want whenever you want it?”

“Jousho, don’t try my patience tonight, tonight is when I tell you to do it and you do it,” Daiki said in a commanding tone. “So I’m laying here bare with my legs spread- what do you think I’m waiting for?”

“Your surprise,"

To Be Continued…

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