Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

gentle bites.
    Jonathon let his head fall back to give more of his neck to him. He loved how bold Kazuhiro had become with his kissing. When they made love now, it was as though Kazuhiro wanted to kiss and taste all of him. He felt Kazuhiro guiding the gold kimono off his shoulder and brought his head forward. "We should go in."
    Kazuhiro managed to speak between kisses, "Why?"
    "The guards will see us."
    Kazuhiro grinned against Jonathon's neck as he pulled the kimono down, letting it fall in a soft rustle of silk. "I don't think this is a secret. The doors are very thin and you're very loud."
    Laughter slipped from Jonathon's throat. He broke from Kazuhiro's hold and scooped the kimono off the veranda. He walked backward inside, beckoning with his index finger for Kazuhiro to follow. When he saw Kazuhiro move forward, he turned and went to the bedchamber.
    He stopped at the large chest, and as he carefully folded the kimono, Kazuhiro bumped into him from behind. Jonathon smiled and pressed into him more.
    Kazuhiro buried his nose in Jonathon's hair, his eyes closing at the softness brushing his face. He curled his fingers around the black kimono at the neck and drew it off Jonathon's shoulders.
    Jonathon placed the gold kimono on the chest so his hands were free to let the black one slide off. It slipped to the floor, but before he could bend to pick it up, Kazuhiro's hands were untying the obi holding the last kimono closed, as it was also the only one he'd worn a sash with.
    As the obi floated to the floor, Kazuhiro slipped his hand between the folds of silk, parting the kimono further, and found no barrier between his touch and Jonathon's bare cock. He brought his lips closer to Jonathon's ear. "You forgot a loincloth…again."
    Jonathon glanced at him out the corner of his eye. "I did, didn't I?"
    Kazuhiro shook his head at him. "You need to get comfortable wearing one."
    "I don't know why. The only one who'll know I'm not wearing one is you, and I think it's to your benefit that I don't."
    "With that reasoning, I agree."
    Kazuhiro wrapped his fingers around Jonathon's solid shaft. As he started stroking it, Jonathon leaned back on him, soft moans passing over his parted lips. He tipped his head back to Kazuhiro's shoulder and turned his head toward him, kissing Kazuhiro's cheek and neck.
    Kazuhiro ran his other hand up Jonathon's body, the feel of lean muscle beneath his touch arousing him further. He caressed the length of Jonathon's throat, and at reaching his jaw, he leaned over him more and closed their mouths together in a long, slow kiss.
    The warmth and softness of Kazuhiro's tongue made Jonathon want more of him. He turned fully toward him, but Kazuhiro stopped him from embracing him by dragging the red kimono off his shoulders. The slide of the supple silk over his skin evoked a low moan of pleasure from Jonathon. As it fell free of his body, he reached to untie Kazuhiro's obi.
    Kazuhiro gently caught his hands. He flicked his gaze toward the futon, then back to Jonathon. "Lie down. I want to look at you while I undress."
    Jonathon kissed him softly once more, then turned for the futon. He kneeled onto it, going to his hands, sliding down to his elbows and leaving his ass raised for Kazuhiro's view before moving all the way to his stomach and rolling to his back. A sensual smile curved his lips, with a hint of satisfaction, at seeing the lust burning in Kazuhiro's gaze.
    Kazuhiro's hands moved seemingly of their own as he removed his clothes, his full attention on Jonathon spread out before him. He'd thought Jonathon was beautiful wrapped in silk. He was even more so bare, wearing only the strings of gold and jewels about his neck and the earrings. The last of his clothing discarded, Kazuhiro moved toward him. He knelt between Jonathon's legs and brought his body over him.
    Jonathon reached up with both hands, laying them on the sides of Kazuhiro's face, looking into his eyes. Warm emotion flowed through him at what he saw in Kazuhiro's gaze. He whispered Kazuhiro's name, and the soft utterance brought Kazuhiro down to him, their lips meeting in the softest of kisses. It reaffirmed to Jonathon what he'd seen in Kazuhiro's eyes; their future together, where he knew each day of their lives would be ones of honor and love.
    THE END
    Author bio: S.J. Frost resides in Ohio with her family and pets. Her short stories have been featured in several romance and erotica anthologies, and her gay erotic romance