Please 7

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Yuuto shifted his bag, hugged his grandma, and then the man next to her, his grandpa. “Thanks for everything.”

Yuuka did the same. “It’s so good to relax and eat your food, grandma.”

“Hope you two come to visit again,” the old man said with his strong voice.

“We’ll be here for the festival,” Yuuka replied. “There’s no way I’m missing it this year.”

The man laughed. “Last year was one of the best,” he said.

While his sister and his grandfather talked about the festival, Yuuto pulled his grandma aside. “Thanks again for helping me with this,” the teacher whispered and patted the bag on his back with his free hand.

Grandma smiled and waved her hand. “I told you it was fun helping. I never thought I’d making a dress like that,” she said, her cheeks a shade of pink. “Just remember to send me photos. I love seeing you in those cute little outfits. Though I must say some are a bit too provocative.”

Yuuto showed an awkward smile and let out a weird laugh. “Come on, grandma. It’s all for the art,” he said, trying to steer away from the topic. He had only showed her the photos he thought she could handle.

Thank the gods she doesn’t know about my blog. If she saw those photos in miniskirt… or the school swimsuit, I bet she’d go nuts, he thought. And if she saw one of Seiji-kun’ paintings… Thinking about the artist made Yuuto glance at his bag, blushing. If grandma knew why I wanted this cosplay so bad, she’d definitely freak out.

“Come on, little brother.” His sister’s voice brought his mind back. “We gotta go.” Yuuka wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him.

They said goodbye to their grandparents one more time before passing by the ticket gates. Even if it was a busy time of the day, the subway was rather empty, so it was easy to find seats for them.

“Lucky,” Yuuka said, taking the huge backpack from her back. She placed it on the floor, between her legs, and sat. Yuuto sat next to her, putting his bag on his lap. “We’d never find seats so good in the city at this time.”

“Yeah.” Yuuto leaned his head and closed his eyes, enjoying the rhythmic move of the subway.

“They looked a little better than last year,” Yuuka said after a while in silence.

“Yes,” Yuuto agreed. “Even after twenty years, it’s still hard for them.”

“Seeing their friends’ kids reunited must be tough. Especially that Tanaka-san. She was mom’s best friend growing up.”

“I like her stories. She makes mom sounds like a crazy delinquent,” the teacher said, laughing. Yuuka did the same. “Grandma told me she wanted to keep mom’s past hidden from us.”

“Speaking of grandma.” Yuuka turned her head to her brother. “You practically spend the entire golden week with her.” His sister narrowed her eyes. “What were you two sewing?”

She already knows I was sewing, Yuuto thought, grabbing the bag on his laps out of reflex. That was a mistake. Yuuka reached out and pulled it, opening the zipper enough to see the white and frilly piece of clothes. Her eyes widened and a smile appeared on her lips.

“Is this a—”

The teacher pulled the bag back and closed the zipper. “It’s a cosplay!” he said, a bit too loud. Some people stared them. Yuuka hid her laugh with her hand while Yuuto blushed.

With trouble breathing, she finally stopped laughing and turned to her brother. “I’m surprised. Normally you always refuse help, saying you’ll do everything alone and all. Why the sudden change?”

Yuuto played with his fingers, avoiding her eyes. “This cosplay appeared on a manga a few weeks ago. There was no way I could finish alone this fast.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Why the hurry? There’s no event or contests around this time…” Yuuka tilted her head. A second later, her face beamed with a smile. “It’s for you boyfriend!” Even with her sudden realization, she managed to keep her voice down. “You want to dress up, pose for him and then seduce him!”

He couldn’t deny her words. She got exactly right, he thought, blushing. The moment he saw the cosplay on the manga, Yuuto imagined himself wearing the frilly dress. While fantasizing, he had the idea. He knew Seiji-kun would be delighted to see the teacher wearing it and would want to paint right away. Perhaps in the mood they could get together again, or at least, he hoped, it could be enough to bring back the artist’s memory of their night.

Yuuka wrapped her arm around Yuuto and pulled him closer. “I can’t believe my little brother lost his other virginity with a man so handsome,” she said in a soft voice. “I’m so jealous.” Yuuto kept quiet, his cheeks reddening even more.

After his first night with Seiji-kun, his sister immediately asked him if something had happened when he got home. Yuuto tried avoiding the subject; the last thing he needed was his sister finding out he had slept with a man. But when she noticed he was walking in a weird way, she knew right away. Yuuka never seemed so happy, screaming she finally had a real case of boy’s love in her life.

“I want to meet your boyfriend. I want to see for myself if he’s worthy enough to be with my little brother,” Yuuka said, hugging him and messing his hair. When he realized Yuuto wasn’t fighting back, she let go of him and stared his face. “What’s wrong?”

Yuuto looked at the floor. “He’s not… my boyfriend…” he said in a low voice, feeling a pang in his heart. Though the teacher had admitted to himself, he never thought saying aloud would hurt so much.

“Yuuto…” Yuuka hugged him again, this time gently. “You love him, don’t you?”

“Yes…” he whispered after a second. He didn’t need to think.

“Little brother,” she closed her eyes and rested her head on his, “you’ll face a lot of difficulties, but remember I’m here for you.”

“Thank you, sister,” he said, closing his eyes as well.

They said nothing more during the rest of the ride, but Yuuto had a little smile on his lips. Even if his sister teased and made fun of him, she was always there to help him whenever he needed.

It was already night when they arrived. When they got out of the station, Yuuka headed to the bus stop, but Yuuto turned to the other direction.

“You’re not heading home?” she asked. The teacher looked at his sister, then the phone on his hand. He opened and closed his mouth a couple times, trying to find words. Yuuka spared him the effort though, rolling her eyes exaggeratedly. “Fine, fine. Go meet your boyfriend. See you later… or maybe not, depending on how things go,” she laughed and then got in the bus.

Yuuto sighed, smiled and then turned to his phone, looking through his contacts. Suddenly his breathing became shallow and quick, and his heart was beating faster. Despite knowing Seiji-kun’ number for a long time, it was the first time the teacher actually call his former student. Taking deeps breaths, Yuuto pressed the screen, brought the phone to his ear and waited. He never hated the dial tone so much.

After what seemed an eternity for the teacher, the call went through. There was no answer though. “Seiji-kun,” his voice came out high pitched. Only now he realized was holding his breath. He cleared his throat a few times. “It’s me,” he said in his normal voice.

It took a while for Seiji-kun to answer. “Hey. You already back?” he spoke in a dragged voice.

“Yes and also…” he tugged the bag harder and took another deep breath. “There’s something I want to show you. Are you free right now?”

Again, it took a while for Seiji-kun to say something. “Yeah, sure,” Yuuto heard a yawn. “The door’s open.”

The call ended before the teacher could say anything else.  He shouldn’t leave the door open like that, Yuuto thought, but the next second he sighed and a tiny smile popped on his lips. Did he just wake up? Just because it’s holiday, he shouldn’t sleep all day. Perhaps I should say something… Yuuto dismissed the thought with a shake of his head. Even if he should, lecturing Seiji-kun wouldn’t help the teacher at all today.

He called for a taxi and less than twenty minutes later, the teacher was standing before Seiji-kun’ door, knocking out of habit. It took him a second to remember it was unlock. Chuckling, he opened the door.

“Seiji-kun?” Yuuto called after he took off his shoes and threw them on the entrance. The apartment was dark; all the lights were off and the closed curtains block any outside light. So he was really sleeping until now… the teacher thought, sighing. He turned on the lights, opened the curtains with the remote and then saw the state of the apartment.

Yuuto counted at least seven bottles on the coffee table, along with a few beer cans. If you didn’t drink this much, you’d remember our night, Seiji-kun, the teacher thought rubbing his head. How can I help him? the thought lingered on his mind while he cleaned up the place. He put them on the kitchen counter, but one can had some beer left. Yuuto stared at the can and then looked around, seeing no one. It’s to help relaxing a little, as Sawa-chan would say, and drank it.

“Drinking at this time?” A hoarse voice came from behind him.

Yuuto widened his eyes and turned around, coughing. “Seiji-kun! I… I…” he threw the can on the sink and flushed, “I… have nothing to say in my defense,” he said, lowering his eyes. Damn it! Why did he appear just now? “But why did you have this around? You’re a minor.” He tried keeping some of his dignity as a teacher.

“I… needed a break,” Seiji-kun said in the same hoarse voice. His breath stank of alcohol and when he rubbed his eyes, Yuuto saw the red in them.

The teacher took a closer look at Seiji-kun. His former student had dark circles around his eyes, he hadn’t shaved his patchy beard and his hair was tangled and unwashed. Did he spend the night drinking? Yuuto gulped. He had to say something about that, but Seiji-kun was faster.

“What do you have to show me?”

Yuuto widened his eyes. That’s right! I almost forgot. He bit his lips and pulled the bag closer, looking between it and Seiji-kun. Now that I’m here, it feels too embarrassing. He took deep breaths, staring into the artist’s eyes. This is my way of showing my feelings to Seiji-kun!

“I finished my latest cosplay and I was… wondering if you didn’t want to paint me…” he trailed off, blushing and looking away. Even if he was Seiji-kun’ muse, it was the first time Yuuto himself had asked to pose. I never thought it would be this embarrassing!

Seiji-kun ran a hand over his face slowly and then showed a weary smile. “Sure, anything for my muse.”

Yuuto beamed. “Then I’ll go change right now!” He raced to the bathroom.

It’s more revealing than I thought… The teacher stared his own reflection, turning around a couple times to see it all. Even if I want to seduce him, this is too much. It’s not like I’m gonna marry him, he thought, blushing the next second. I came here to confess my feelings, now I’m thinking about seducing and marrying him? Despite his thoughts, Yuuto couldn’t help but smile. He stared at his reflection again.

 The cosplay indeed reminded a wedding dress a lot, all white and with its long hem. It also revealed more leg than Yuuto imagined when he saw it on the manga. Did you do this, grandma?  At least the bare shoulders and the ribbon on the cleavage covering his chest seemed better than he’d expected. But the opening on the skirt, dividing into two parts, was high, showing above his thigh. Too high. At least it’s easier to walk on this, he thought, trying to comfort himself, pulling the white long gloves in its right place.

The hem had some frills with big yellow ribbons on both sides. Why the sock only goes this high? The white knee sock, with small yellow ribbons around his ankle, was one of the longest he ever wore, and yet it still showed his tight too much. The only thing that wasn’t like the character was the lack of accessories on his hair and the chocker on his neck. I guess today I can leave them out. It wasn’t for sale yet anyway. And maybe Seiji-kun will like it better this way. It’s easier to kiss my neck, he thought, blushing again the next second.

Yuuto closed his hands, trying to stop the nervous shaking, but he gave up after a few times. His fingers were still somewhat sensible. Even if I’ve been sewing for ages, I hurt myself, he thought with an awkward smile. I guess even monkeys can fall from trees. Luck the cosplays has gloves, otherwise Seiji-kun would see the bandages. Would he be worried? He stopped for a moment to imagine.

In his mind, Seiji-kun would immediately hold Yuuto’s hand gently, asking if he was in pain. Yuuto said just a little bit, and the artist licks the fingers, saying it would help. Then why are you staring me? Yuuto kept quiet though, enjoying the touch of the mouth, and then suddenly Seiji-kun kissed the teacher’s hand, slowly moving up, until he kissed Yuuto on the neck.

He stopped and then stared the teacher’s eyes, and the next moment he closed them and their lips met. It was gentle at first, but suddenly Seiji-kun was wild, almost a different person, kissing him passionately, but he was still the man Yuuto longed for a long time. Still kissing, Seiji-kun pushed Yuuto against the wall while taking off his own clothes. When he was naked, with his manhood already hard, he ripped the teacher’s clothes, turned him around and then…

This isn’t the time for daydreaming! If I want it to become real, I need to get a grip! He thought, trying to calm his mind. Yuuto had dreamed and thought so much about that night it was hunting him, the pain in his heart growing. Every time he remembered, he pleasured himself with those images. But it wasn’t enough anymore. I want more. More than sex, I want him… I want us to be together…

He looked at his reflection for the third time. Hope Seiji-kun like this cosplayI should have used a wig, he thought, fixing his hair again. Only a few cosplays could work without it. This wasn’t one of them, and yet he chose not to wear the ping wig. I want Seiji-kun to look at me, he said to himself again. I want to show him my feelings, but… is this enough to make him remember our night?

Yuuto breathed out, trying to calm his mind. I came here with this in mind. Strengthening his resolve, the teacher unlocked the door with sweaty hands and got out of the bathroom. His eyes searched the room, looking for the man he wanted. Seiji-kun was organizing the easel and the stool at the moment, and didn’t noticed the teacher was in the same room.

Yuuto got close enough and despite the difference in their height, the teacher covered Seiji-kun’ eyes with his delicate hands. “Guess who?” he said, the happiness spilling from his voice.

The former student pulled the hands gently and then turned. It took a second for his vague eyes to focus the teacher. “A cosplay I have never seen,” he said in a low voice, a tiny smile popping on his lips.

“That’s because I just finished. Even with help, it took the entire Golden Week to get it ready in time,” Yuuto said, barely containing his grin. He spun a few with his arms open, showing every side of the cosplay. When he stopped, he was a bit dizzy and fell on top of Seiji-kun, who held him. The teacher blushed and looked up, beaming. “What do you think?” he asked when he stood up.

Seiji-kun eyed him from top to bottom, and then offered a hand. Yuuto took it and the former student spun him again. “Your skill never ceases to amazes me,” he said, his smile growing slightly. “It’s wonderful.”

Yuuto beamed. “Thank you!” he almost screamed, his cheeks reddening. “If you are saying it’s wonderful, then all the work paid off.” He expected Seiji-kun’ compliment, and yet it was enough to make him this happy. All those countless hours working on the cosplay since he saw it, all the embarrassment he felt when he asked his grandma to help, all the questions she made that he had to avoid… Yuuto forgot everything, just from seeing Seiji-kun’ smile. “Then let’s start!”

He turned towards the couch at once, but before he could take a single step, Seiji-kun pulled him closer, embracing him from behind. “I’m not in the mood,” he whispered.

It took a second for Yuuto to realize what just happened. He blushed, but kept quiet, waiting the painter say something else. The former student said nothing else though. All he did was embrace the teacher tighter.

Yuuto felt at once why Seiji-kun hugged him like that. I told you I won’t leave you, Yuuto said in his mind. Just like I said that night, he thought, remembering his own words. It was just like after their first time, when the artist seemed almost desperate.

For the first time, thinking about their night didn’t aroused Yuuto. Right now, he had forgotten about that, he had forgotten why he’d came here on the first place. Yuuto had even forgotten about his own feelings. All it mattered was that the teacher wanted to comfort the man embracing him.

Yuuto’s hand looked for the artist head and when he found it, he gently patted. “Seiji-kun… what happened?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The artist kept quiet, but Yuuto didn’t push. He just waited, letting the time pass. For now, this is the closest we can get, he thought, closing his eyes, listening to Seiji-kun’ breathing, feelings Seiji-kun’ warm, listening Seiji-kun’ heart beating as fast as his own.

Everything was still and Yuuto had no idea how much time they stayed that way. “I’m broken,” Seiji-kun said suddenly and his suddenly went from the teacher’s shoulders to between his legs.

“What are you doing?” Yuuto said out of reflex. His eyes widened and his cheeks reddened the same time.

“I need you.” Seiji-kun’ hand pulled the skirt and went inside Yuuto’s underwear, grabbing the teacher’s manhood.

The touch was enough to make Yuuto hard, but Seiji-kun caressed the growing manhood until it throbbing, and then he moved his hand.

The teacher quivered from where the student touched him, the hot flash spreading throughout his body. In a few moments, his mind was a haze and he would’ve moan if he hadn’t bitten his lips.

“Why are you doing this?” Yuuto managed to say between his teeth. Seiji-kun didn’t answer, his hand moving faster. “Ah!” Despite keeping his mouth shut, the moan slipped through his lips.

“I need you,” Seiji-kun said again. To Yuuto, the voice came from far away, reaching him in a haze of pleasure, barely noticeable above the teacher’s own muffled moans. The hand moved faster and faster, making his body hot from head to toe. “I want you.”

I want… you… too, he thought. Yuuto’s mind went blank and all he cared was the pleasure he felt from that hand, from that man.

The teacher was about to reach pleasure, each movement bringing him closer and closer. He tried his best to think of something else and prolong the moment. It’s coming! He could feel it. Though he had failed, he didn’t mind at all. “Haa…” his seed poured out in gushes.

Breathing hard, Yuuto turned his head and looked up at Seiji-kun, his face burning hot, his mind still a haze of pleasure.

The artist raised his hand covered with Yuuto’s seed, staring it. Then he licked it once. Before the teacher could say anything, Seiji-kun brought the hand closer to Yuuto’s mouth.

The smell was strong… before he realized it, the teacher moved and had the thumb in his mouth, his tongue twisting around Seiji-kun’ finger. The taste of his own seed made Yuuto’s manhood to stir again.

Seiji-kun pulled his hand from Yuuto’s mouth, turned him around and kissed him.

The teacher kissed him back, trying to wrap his arms around the artist, but he had no strength to raise them. Instead, he grabbed Seiji-kun’ shirt and pulled him closer.

I’m with Seiji-kun again! He thought happily. When they pulled apart, Yuuto looked into the eyes of the man he wanted for so long. They were wild, just like their night, but there was something different. In that night, those brown eyes had a light of lust, one that the teacher couldn’t resist. Today they were just wild and deep.

Seiji-kun kissed him again, and now Yuuto noticed it too had something different. He didn’t feel the lust, as if his mind wasn’t there. Yuuto’s manhood reacted, the blood flow going back to its original place.

Yuuto finally managed to raise his arms and put his hands on Seiji-kun’ chest, pushing him slightly. The artist went back for only a second, and then came back, kissing the teacher on the neck. Despite himself, Yuuto felt the hot flash spreading from where those lips touched him. But it was different from before; his manhood wasn’t hardening.

“Seiji-kun, why are you doing this?”

“Does it make a difference?” he spat, undoing the laces of Yuuto’s cosplay. “We did it before.”

His mind and tongue were wrapped on Seiji-kun’ lips, but Yuuto heard. “You… remember?” he felt a pang in his heart. “Why did you lie?”

“Does it matter?” Seiji-kun unlaced it and pulled the teacher’s cosplay roughly, almost ripping it. The clothes fell around Yuuto’s ankles. “You want me anyway.” He kissed Yuuto’s nipple and pinched the other.

“Stop.” He lied to me…

“Your body says otherwise,” he said, his hand slipping down the teacher’s belly.

Yuuto hadn’t realized it, but his manhood was growing once more. He grabbed the hand. “Stop,” he said again, in a stronger voice this time.

Seiji-kun ignored him and kissed the teacher’s lips again, the free hand on the back of Yuuto’s head. He freed the other hand and placed it on Yuuto’s lower back. The teacher wanted to push him away, but he was too strong.

With a quick move, the artist’s hand was inside the teacher’s underwear again and he slipped a finger inside Yuuto. “You liked it so much that day, so why are you against it today?” Seiji-kun asked when he stopped kissing. He moved his finger around, looking for the teacher’s pleasure spot. “I must say, no girl has ever ride my dick like that. You’re the wildest I ever had, and I’ve been with crazy chicks.”

“Idiot…” Yuuto managed to say between moans. “Do you think that makes me happy?” Seiji-kun said nothing. “You lied to me,” Yuuto said in a low voice.

He scuffed. “I’m sorry,” he said, slipping a second finger in.

Yuuto took the deepest breath he could at the moment. “Stop!” he screamed at the top of his lungs.

 “You want me,” he said, not even hesitating for a second, “just as much as I want you.” He took his fingers out and then lowered his pants. His manhood was hard throbbing, just as Yuuto’s was.

“I don’t want you!” he screamed again, the tears threatening to fall. “I want the Seiji-kun I love…” he said in a low voice, crying.

Seiji-kun turned the teacher around, holding Yuuto’s arm. With his free hand, he pulled the teacher’s panties down and pressed his hand against the cosplayer’s back.

This is wrong. It’s completely different from that night, Yuuto thought, the tears falling silently.

Seiji-kun was about to thrust his manhood inside Yuuto. The teacher could feel the tip pressing against him.

“What’s wrong with you?” Yuuto whispered.

Suddenly everything was gone. The manhood pressing against his butt, the hand on his back, the grip on his hand… all of it, gone.

Seiji-kun let go off the teacher and then slipped down the couch.

Yuuto managed to keep standing. He pulled his underwear up and turned quickly, his arms raised in defense position. It wasn’t necessary though. Seiji-kun didn’t even looked at him at all.

“You’re right… What’s wrong with me?” He placed both hand on his face, his shoulders trembling. “There’s so much wrong with me… I… I… I almost hurt you…” Seiji-kun cried. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” he mumbled the words again and again.

The teacher still had his hands up, but he came closer slowly. Something must’ve happened… He had never seen the man he wanted like this. What could’ve… suddenly he knew. Yuuto knew why Seiji-kun did all those things.

Even if the artist loved teasing Yuuto, he’d never hurt him, not unless something had happened.

The teacher knew why his former student spent the entire night drinking. He could feel Seiji-kun’ pain.

Without hesitation, Yuuto hugged Seiji-kun as tight as he could.

“Stop…” he said in a weak whisper between tears. “I don’t deserve you… I don’t deserve to be near you…”

This time it was his turn to ignore Seiji-kun’ words. “And yet I’m here.”

Seiji-kun froze for a moment. “I almost… did something unforgivable…”

“You stopped,” the teacher said in a low but firm voice. He broke the hug and looked into Seiji-kun’ eyes. The artist stopped crying and stared back. “No matter if you’re broken or not, not what’s wrong with you, I…”he hesitated and blushed, his heart beating widely, just like the night they were together for the first time. Only now he realized how close their faces were. Be a man, Yuuto, he told himself and took a deep breath. “I love you.”

Seiji-kun widened his eyes and then tears fell again. “I don’t deserve you.” He lowered his gaze, staring the floor.

Yuuto grabbed Seiji-kun’ chin and raised it, forcing the artist to stare into the teacher’s eyes. He could feel his entire face burning, and still he leaned closer, planting a gentle kiss on the lips he longed for so long. “And yet you got me,” Yuuto said with a gentle smile. The former student was speechless.

Seiji-kun cried and then hugged Yuuto tight, almost as if he was afraid to let go and lose the teacher. “Grandpa… he… ” Seiji-kun choked back the words.

Yuuto understood. Saying the words would make it irreversible in his heart. Instead of words, he simply hugged the man he loved back. Right now, Seiji-kun needs my support, and I’ll give everything I got to him, Yuuto thought.

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