Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

at how Jonathon seemed to share in having more interest towards that than the food. Jonathon brought his gaze back to him, and Kazuhiro drank in the sky blue of his eyes. He lifted his hand, cupping Jonathon's cheek, brushing his thumb along it.
    Jonathon's eyes closed. He tipped his head into Kazuhiro's touch. As he opened his eyes, he let his gaze travel lower to where the dark blue kimono was parted in a wide V, showing Kazuhiro's smooth, muscular chest. Jonathon reached toward him, resting his palm flat on Kazuhiro's chest. The warmth of Kazuhiro's body moved through his hand, and he could feel the deep, steady rhythm of his heart.
    Kazuhiro took a half step closer. He laid his forehead on Jonathon's. Both of them closed their eyes as they shared the quiet intimacy. No words in any language were needed. Differences in culture and status didn't exist. At that moment, they were just two men, wanting to be together.
    Jonathon ran his hand down Kazuhiro's chest. Reaching the obi, he worked the knot free. The sash slid through his fingers to the floor. The kimono parted. He got his first look at Kazuhiro's cock. It was fully hard, the foreskin drawn back from the head to reveal the wet slit.
    Kazuhiro settled his hands on Jonathon's hips, slipping them beneath the cotton shirt. He slid them up Jonathon's sides, watching as more and more fair skin and a torso of lean muscle was exposed.
    Jonathon lifted his arms to accommodate Kazuhiro in removing the shirt. As soon as it was off, he pressed his body to Kazuhiro, pushing aside the kimono to wrap one arm around Kazuhiro's waist. He rested his other hand on the side of Kazuhiro's neck and leaned forward to bring their lips together.
    Kazuhiro drew his head back.
    A soft smile curved Jonathon's lips. It seemed what he'd heard that kissing was not common here during intimacy was true. But he wanted to feel Kazuhiro's lips on his. He wanted to show him how good it could feel.
    Jonathon touched his fingertips to Kazuhiro's lips and whispered, "Trust me."
    Kazuhiro remained still, allowing Jonathon to bring their lips together. It was a gentle brush of soft skin. He was well familiar with seppun – kissing - as a way Westerners expressed affection. More than one courtesan attempted it with him, but he'd always refused. He had no desire to put his mouth on another's. It seemed unclean. Now, with pleasure tingling in his lips from the touch, he understood better.
    Jonathon grazed his lips over Kazuhiro's again. He licked with the lightest touch of his tongue. Kazuhiro tensed, but didn't pull away.
    Jonathon spoke, his lips close to Kazuhiro's. "Open your mouth a little for me."
    Even with how close they were, he could see Kazuhiro gazing at him. Jonathon could tell he was trying to decide if he wanted to follow the request.
    Slowly, Kazuhiro parted his lips.
    Jonathon softly closed their mouths together and eased his tongue into Kazuhiro's mouth.
    Kazuhiro focused on the new feeling. Jonathon's tongue was so soft in his mouth. Its movements going in and out mimicked a thrusting cock. Pleasure came from the slick gliding of it over his own tongue, and he felt himself becoming more aroused, wanting to respond and enter Jonathon's mouth, as well. He moved his tongue tentatively against Jonathon's, then pushed to go into his mouth. As Jonathon opened wider to accept him, a moan passing from Jonathon's mouth to his, Kazuhiro forgot all thoughts of it being unclean. All he wanted was to feel and taste more of him.
    With Kazuhiro kissing him with equal passion, Jonathon turned them both so he could walk backward toward the futon.
    Kazuhiro slowed the kiss, reluctantly drawing his lips away, and only doing so to see to opening Jonathon's trousers. Now he fully understood why Westerners shared their mouths. There was such intensity to the closeness, the intimacy of sharing and feeling each breath.
    Jonathon dipped his head down to catch Kazuhiro's gaze, grinning at him. "Why are you smiling?"
    Kazuhiro hooked his fingers over the top of Jonathon's trousers and met his gaze. "You've taught me something new, and I'm enjoying it."
    Jonathon laid his hands over Kazuhiro's and pushed them down, making him lower the trousers. "Sometimes sharing cultures is a good thing."
    "I'll agree in this regard."
    As the trousers reached Jonathon's thighs, Kazuhiro lost all thought. Jonathon's hair around his cock…even it was golden. He didn't know why he thought it wouldn't be, but it still surprised