Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

heart that Kazuhiro could've been attacked again.
    "Jonathon-san."
    Jonathon snapped his head around, his gaze shooting up to meet Kazuhiro's eyes. Kazuhiro had moved in such silent grace, he hadn't heard him approach. He still wore the same blood stained kimono and looked fresh from fight. He must've arrived home and came directly to him.
    Jonathon sprang to his feet and flung his arms around him. Kazuhiro laughed softly, and Jonathon knew it was both out of amusement at his unhindered affection and out of happiness. "You're safe."
    "You assured that before."
    Jonathon leaned back from him to meet his eyes. "I know, but I was beginning to worry." He looked toward Kazuhiro's injured arm. "We still need to take care of your wound."
    "I had it tended before I came home."
    Silence fell over them, but where before its weight had been almost more than Jonathon could bear, now he could feel their closeness in it.
    Kazuhiro brushed him thumb along Jonathon's cheek. He leaned toward him, touching his lips gently to Jonathon's.
    Emotion rushed through Jonathon. Kazuhiro had initiated a kiss. To have Kazuhiro do such a thing, and especially after their words that afternoon, meant more to him than words existed to describe. He opened his mouth for Kazuhiro's tongue, sucking on it, caressing it, with his own.
    As the kiss ended, Kazuhiro spoke softly. "I still need to bathe. Come with me."
    Jonathon walked at his side as Kazuhiro turned to go in. Kazuhiro collected clothing, and Jonathon noticed he tucked the vial of oil among the clothes. All fatigue in his body was forgotten.
    In the bath, Kazuhiro placed the clothes on a shelf. As he started untying the obi, Jonathon moved in front of him and took over in loosening it. Gently, he removed Kazuhiro's clothing, noticing the gash on his arm had been neatly sewn. When he pulled the loincloth away, he saw Kazuhiro's cock was half filled and fast on its way to being fully hard.
    Kazuhiro reached up to undo the binding for his topknot.
    Jonathon caught his hands. "Let me."
    Kazuhiro lowered his hands in acceptance.
    Jonathon led him to the small stool, standing behind him as Kazuhiro sat. He unbound the topknot, Kazuhiro's hair spilling down to past his shoulders. It was the first he'd seen him with it down, and with how Kazuhiro folded his hair in the particular style of topknot he wore, Jonathon had no idea it was so long.
    Jonathon combed his fingers through the silken, ebony strands. "Your hair is beautiful."
    A pleasure filled groan sounded low in Kazuhiro's throat. "I thought the same the first time I saw you. I'd never seen hair so golden."
    Jonathon picked up a bucket filled with warm water. "Shall I wash you?"
    Kazuhiro smiled. "Only if you undress, as well."
    Jonathon quickly shed his clothes. As he lifted the bucket again, Kazuhiro closed his eyes and tipped his head back. Jonathon poured the water slowly over Kazuhiro's head, watching as his hair became saturated. Rivulets rolled down Kazuhiro's body around the curves of muscle. He ran his fingers through Kazuhiro's hair, and poured another bucket over him.
    Taking up a cloth and rice bran soap, he began going over Kazuhiro's body. He kneeled close to him, kissing, licking, touching, every part of him he washed. Kazuhiro's face, neck, shoulders, back, chest, abdomen, Jonathon sought to explore all of him. Throughout it all, hushed moans left Kazuhiro.
    Jonathon glanced down at Kazuhiro's hard cock, waiting for its turn in the ritual. Kazuhiro had incredible patience to not rush him, but he also thought Kazuhiro was enjoying this just as much. And to Jonathon, it was more than foreplay. It was connecting with Kazuhiro again.
    Jonathon ran the cloth down Kazuhiro's thighs, over his feet. He pushed Kazuhiro's knees wider apart, his gaze focused on the solid rod and soft sac hanging beneath. He poured a stream of water over it, earning a louder groan from Kazuhiro. Setting the bucket aside, he leaned forward, his lips a fraction from touching the head, letting his breath caress it. He could tell Kazuhiro's breathing had quickened in anticipation with the rise and fall of his chest. Clear drops filled the slit. Jonathon drew his tongue slowly over the pre-cum.
    Kazuhiro settled his hand in Jonathon's hair on the back of his head. Jonathon knew the gesture was of affection, but it was also a sign to how much Kazuhiro wanted in his mouth. Kazuhiro stood, the tip of his cock brushing Jonathon's lips as he rose. Jonathon took just