Happy bday - ratikkaromanssi update!
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highqualityidiotHappy birthday, Annika!! 🥳🩷
Have some continuation to the 50s AU as a present! I will finish it soon, I hope XD
Time always seemed to slow down on a tram.
It took 47 minutes from home to Hokuto’s work place in Shinjuku. The way was a bit long and winding but it required only one tram so Hokuto usually opted for that instead of trains or buses or, for heaven’s sake, the subway.
Hokuto liked sitting on a tram, liked the special mood of it: how it rattled away, gliding through the bustling traffic, the rails screeching and the bells jingling. Hokuto never got tired of watching the busy Tokyo from the windows, people who scurried around like ants and endless lines of cars on endless busy streets. The colors, the noises, the smells; the huge signs, pictures and ads on buildings that just got bigger and taller as the city continued to grow around him. Being from a small town in Shizuoka, the greatness of the capital never ceased to amaze him.
During the long commutes, when he wasn’t staring out of the window or napping, Hokuto liked to read or just watch people around him. That day, he had forgotten his book home, so his eyes strayed to his fellow passengers instead; an old lady in a blue kimono, a pair of younger women in latest western-style checkered shirts, white blouses and petite heels, a couple of school children in their uniforms. There were also countless other salarymen in suits, most of them either nodding off in their seats or flocking near the doors.
While watching them, Hokuto laid his eyes on a young man in a light grey suit who also stood near the doors. The man carried a leather briefcase and looked bored, staring into the distance. When he got off in Western Shinjuku, he suddenly locked eyes with Hokuto, and Hokuto immediately averted his gaze, feeling weirdly embarrassed. For the rest of the way, he kept his eyes out of the window.
Hokuto worked in the financial department of an automotive company, a job that had been a good catch for a clueless country boy like him. The company was stable and growing, and with the salary he was able to provide for him and his wife Aiko, and their hopefully growing family in the future. The work was busy and the days were long but Hokuto liked his position nonetheless. His coworkers were friendly, like Hamada-san who was originally from Kansai and always liked to ask how Hokuto and his wife were doing.
“Have you settled well in Tokyo? How is your apartment? Is the area nice?” And so on.
After a full day of accounting and reports, and dodging his coworkers' invitations of after-work drinks, Hokuto headed home on the same tram line. During the evening commute, he often nodded off against the window.
At home, his wife Aiko had prepared dinner as usual. They almost always ate together, unless Hokuto stayed overtime or went drinking with other workers. On those occasions, she was already asleep when he got home but the food was always neatly packed and stored in the fridge, waiting for him.
Hokuto opened the metal door to their small apartment and was greeted with a cozy smell of dinner.
“I’m home,” he called, like always.
“Welcome back,” his wife answered, like always.
They ate, briefly sharing about their day with each other, and after that Hokuto usually took a bath and listened to the radio or read before sleeping. So were most of his days.
A week passed by unnoticed.
One morning on his way to work, Hokuto sat on the same tram, again watching the scenery and other passengers to pass the time. Before long, his eyes strayed to a man who was standing nearby with his back towards him. The man was wearing dress pants and a black-and-white striped shirt with a dark vest. Hokuto stared at him, carelessly letting his eyes travel up and down, admiring the lines of the shoulders and the waist, along with the butt in the nicely tight pants.
Hokuto was deep in his thoughts, now staring at the neatly cut hair at the nape of the man’s neck, when the stranger abruptly turned around. Hokuto was now looking straight into his eyes. He blinked and immediately turned away, feeling his face heating up. But as he fixed his eyes on the streets and buildings outside, Hokuto felt a weird hunch and quickly glanced at the man again.
And indeed, it was the same man he’d seen on the tram before – the man in a light grey suit who’d met his eyes by chance. And now, the man was still looking at Hokuto. Unlike him, the man didn’t seem bothered by the situation at all, but boldly returned his gaze.
Now that Hokuto saw him properly, he realized how handsome the stranger was. He had fair and elegant features with high cheekbones and pretty eyes. The eyes that now keenly watched him, almost bored through him. Hokuto suddenly felt hot in his suit.
He glanced away – and back again after a couple of seconds.
The man tilted his head ever so slightly, the fine arch of his brows rising a bit. His look was so open and intense, almost like an invitation…
The tram came to a stop and the doors opened with a creak.
The man turned towards the doors to get off, but before that he gave Hokuto a final look. Eyes locked with his, he jerked his head a little.
Follow me.
Confused, Hokuto looked at the stop and the surroundings. They were in Western Shinjuku, near a big park whose name Hokuto didn’t know. He saw the huge trees and their green shadows, and hastily glanced at the man again.
Ever so slightly, Hokuto shook his head.
The man remained expressionless and simply turned away. Hokuto watched him get off the tram and disappear into the crowd yet again. The doors creaked shut and the tram took off with a twitch and a jingle of the bell.
It took a couple of stops for Hokuto’s hammering heart to calm down again.
—
On his way home a couple of days later, Hokuto instinctively perked up when the tram approached the stop by the park in Western Shinjuku. It was now impossible for him to pass it without thinking about the handsome stranger. Hokuto hadn’t seen him since.
He couldn’t decide if he was disappointed or relieved about that.
The tram’s brakes screeched as it halted at the stop. Hokuto watched the doors open and a couple of people get off, and before he knew it, he’d stood up and jumped out in their wake. The tram doors shut behind him with a rattle and the carriage took off again.
Hokuto stood at the stop for a moment and looked at the park that loomed across the road. He couldn’t explain it. It was late and he really should be heading home, he knew his wife was waiting for him with dinner like always.
And yet…
Hokuto crossed the road and entered the park, trying to look determined and like someone with a destination instead of lost and unsure like he really felt. He randomly started following a road that seemed to circle around the park on the left side. The park was already quiet at that hour, but the road he’d chosen seemed completely deserted.
It was dark and the only light came from bleak street lamps that stood far apart. Hokuto walked from one yellow circle to another, looking around to the long shadows under the trees. The longer he walked, the quieter it became when the noise of the traffic was left behind.
After a curve, Hokuto suddenly spotted a lone figure ahead of him. It looked like a salaryman who was briskly walking off. Hokuto didn’t think anything about it, until he suddenly saw another man appearing on the road. It was like he’d materialized out of nowhere, suddenly walking into the yellow light circle. He was walking towards Hokuto, also looking like he was in a hurry. He was carrying a briefcase and hastily adjusting his suit jacket and tie. A brimmed hat shadowed his face when he passed Hokuto.
Now glancing around even more, Hokuto walked past the spot where he’d first seen the man appear. He must’ve come from the small sort-of forest that grew by the road.
Hokuto’s suspicions grew when after some hundred meters, he clearly heard footsteps somewhere in the shadows. He thought he heard other muffled noises as well, something he probably shouldn’t, so he hurried his steps, slightly alarmed.
He returned to a bigger road and speed-walked out of the park, imagination running wild despite himself.
His wife had already gone to sleep when Hokuto finally got home. He managed to eat half of the dinner she’d left for him and after that, laid down on the futon next to her.
In the darkness, Hokuto closed his eyes, thinking about the handsome stranger on the tram, his clear invitation, and the deep, dark shadows in the park. Biting his lip, he slipped a hand in his underwear and jerked off to the thoughts.
—
It was a mundane Wednesday morning after over a week, and Hokuto was reading a book during his morning commute. Tram stopped at traffic lights, and Hokuto looked up, deep in his thoughts — and almost dropped the book in his hands.
There, by the doors, stood the handsome stranger, in a tailored, expensive looking suit, hair slicked back, a leather case in hand. He was looking straight at Hokuto.
Hokuto met the stranger’s gaze; he kind of felt the need to look away, but didn’t dare, lest the man would suddenly disappear in front of him. He felt a weird tingle all over his body, and his heart was hammering in his ears. He closed the book with shaky hands, gripping it tightly.
The tram approached the stop by the park in Western Shinjuku.
Hokuto instinctively perked up a little, glancing out of the window, then back at the man again. He was also looking outside, giving off a nonchalant, relaxed impression, which was a completely opposite of Hokuto’s current feeling.
The moment the tram started slowing down for the stop, the man turned to meet Hokuto’s eyes again. A shiver ran through him as the stranger, yet again, tilted his head and raised his brows.
And this time, Hokuto gave the man a subtle nod and stood up.
Legs feeling like jelly and his heart still racing, Hokuto got off the tram after the man, ignoring a small voice at the back of his mind screaming how he’d be late for work now. He pushed that thought aside and followed the man – across the road and into the park.
Hokuto made sure to trail some five meters behind the man to not look too suspicious. The stranger walked quickly, but did glance over his shoulder from time to time to check that Hokuto was still behind him. He took the same road Hokuto had walked at night sometime ago; it was surprisingly empty even in the morning.
Ahead of him Hokuto saw the man glancing around quickly, and then he stepped out of the road and under the trees. Hokuto hurried after him.
Leaves rustled under his steps as he followed the man’s back between trees and bushes, deep into the green shadows. They couldn’t get that far; Hokuto could still make out the park road between leaves and trunks, but he quickly forgot about that, when a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him behind a particularly thick tree trunk.
The handsome stranger stood in front of him, suddenly so close, and for a moment Hokuto could only look at his fine features.
“You finally came,” the man said after a moment. His voice was soft, somehow melodic. “Is it your… first time?”
Hokuto nodded. “Y-yes.”
“In that case, may I…?”
The man put down the case he’d been carrying, and pulled out a folded newspaper inside his jacket. He opened the paper and dropped it on the ground between them before leaning closer to Hokuto.
Hokuto’s back pressed against the tree trunk as the man huddled closer, his breath fanning against Hokuto’s cheek and the smell of his cologne enveloping him.
And when Hokuto felt the man’s hands on his belt, unbuckling it and slipping inside his pants, his breath hitched and all his blood rushed south. He bit down on his lip, hard, but a moan escaped his throat nonetheless when he felt the man’s hand on his growing erection.
“Try to keep quiet?” The man said, and Hokuto saw a small smile playing on his lips. “We’re unfortunately not that far.”
Hokuto just nodded and concentrated harder as the man stroked him firmly, quickly. He could have, would have, easily come just like that, but suddenly the man let go — and dropped to his knees in front of him, throwing Hokuto off guard.
Then, he felt the man’s tongue, lips, mouth on his dick and his mind went blank. As the handsome stranger took Hokuto into his mouth, he closed his eyes and used all his willpower to keep quiet. Hokuto wasn’t sure if it was because the man was amazing at what he was doing or because of all the new exploding sensations, but the warmth, speed and just right amount of suction on his dick were absolutely overwhelming.
Before Hokuto knew, he was already coming, spilling in the man’s mouth with a low grunt he wasn’t able to suppress. He would’ve wanted to shout, scream, that’s how amazing the rush of the sudden orgasm felt. Hokuto rested all his weight against the tree, his legs feeling a bit wobbly.
The man swiftly wiped his mouth and stood up, picking up the newspaper as he did and folding it back inside his jacket. He glanced at Hokuto quickly with that same small smile on his lips, nodding his head a bit.
“Well then,” he said and was already turning away before Hokuto found his voice again.
“Wait!” he said hastily. “Do you, um, work around here perhaps? As we always seem to meet on the same tram.”
“You could say that,” the man answered mysteriously. “Why do you ask?”
Hokuto felt his face burning, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to let the man slip away from him again.
“If I… wanted to see you again?”
The stranger’s eyes were piercing but his smile was warm and pleased.
“I can easily get here in the morning before nine, during the usual lunch hour, or then late in the evening.”
That day, Hokuto was over an hour late for work, and told Hamada-san and his supervisor it was because the tram had broken down. They didn’t question it.
Hokuto started taking an earlier tram to work so he could stop by the park on his way and not be late. Some days, he rushed to the park during lunch hour, but that was a bit too long a trip for the thirty minutes he had, and going the whole day without a proper lunch was difficult, even if it meant a good blowjob in return.
The best times for them to meet at the park were after work hours, if Hokuto was able to avoid overtime and after-work drinks with the team.
By their third meeting, Hokuto finally gathered enough courage to ask the stranger’s name. The man was quiet for so long Hokuto first thought he wouldn’t answer, but then.
”I’m Kyomoto Taiga.”
Taiga.
What a handsome name for a handsome man.
”I’m Matsumura Hokuto. Nice to meet you.”
The man gave him a small smile and was about to kneel before him again, but Hokuto grabbed his arm to stop him. Instead, he reached out a tentative hand and slipped it past the man’s — Taiga’s — jacket lapels. When he wasn’t stopped, he cupped Taiga’s crotch through his dress pants and was surprised to hear the other hiss by his ear.
Hokuto rubbed him through the fabric and felt Taiga harden under his fingers. It was a peculiar yet thrilling feeling; to know that he could arouse the other man as much as he aroused Hokuto.
Taiga slipped his own hands past Hokuto’s and swiftly opened his belt and pants. He gave Hokuto an encouraging nod and then suddenly buried his face into his neck when Hokuto wrapped his fingers around Taiga’s cock. He suddenly felt very self-conscious and hesitant, but tried his best to jerk Taiga off like he would himself, and judging by the soft panting and muffled words of encouragement from Taiga, he was doing alright.
“Aaah yes, a bit quicker... Just like that...”
So Hokuto picked up his pace, and soon he felt Taiga’s cock pulsing and leaking in his hand, and heard his muffled moan against his jacket. And when Taiga pulled him into a sloppy kiss right after, his fingers now stroking Hokuto’s hard-on through his pants, it was already enough to make him come, straight into his underwear like some teenager.
They fell into a rhythm of meeting once or twice a week. Sometimes, Hokuto went to the park and waited for quite a while but the man — Taiga — just didn’t show up. He usually gave up after fifteen minutes or so, briskly walking back to the tram stop and avoiding curious and peering eyes from other men he passed on his way. While he understood that the other was probably held off by an urgent work matter, he couldn’t help feeling disappointed every time it happened.
The disappointment lingered every day until their next meeting and dissolved only when Hokuto saw Taiga on the tram or walking towards him on the park road. At those times, Hokuto kissed him particularly deeply or pressed even closer than usual.
The evening meetings were nice since neither of them were in a hurry. Sometimes, it was already close to midnight when Hokuto finally got home after them. Often, he tried eating the long-overdue dinner Aiko had made him and put in the fridge, but some nights he just fell straight into bed.
That night, it was half past eleven, and Hokuto had just shrugged off his jacket and tiptoed into the combined kitchen/living room area, pondering whether he had an appetite or not.
“Why do you come home so late lately?”
Aiko’s sudden voice from the darkness startled Hokuto. He clicked on the kitchen light and saw his wife standing in the bedroom doorway.
“Why are you still awake?” Hokuto asked, avoiding the question.
“I was waiting for you.” Her voice was accusing.
Hokuto sighed. “Well, you don’t have to. I’ve told you I have to stay and drink if my superiors insist.”
“They go drinking this often? Every week?”
“Yes.” Hokuto looked at his wife. He felt his cheeks growing warm but he hoped Aiko wouldn’t notice anything in the poor lighting. She stared at him for a couple of seconds, then heaved a sigh and turned back into the bedroom. Hokuto could feel her disappointment and displeasure.
And yet, when he laid down to sleep on his futon, all he could think about was Taiga — his handsome features, hands on his cock, lips against his, the lovely and maddening pants and moans as Hokuto jerked him off.
Have some continuation to the 50s AU as a present! I will finish it soon, I hope XD
Time always seemed to slow down on a tram.
It took 47 minutes from home to Hokuto’s work place in Shinjuku. The way was a bit long and winding but it required only one tram so Hokuto usually opted for that instead of trains or buses or, for heaven’s sake, the subway.
Hokuto liked sitting on a tram, liked the special mood of it: how it rattled away, gliding through the bustling traffic, the rails screeching and the bells jingling. Hokuto never got tired of watching the busy Tokyo from the windows, people who scurried around like ants and endless lines of cars on endless busy streets. The colors, the noises, the smells; the huge signs, pictures and ads on buildings that just got bigger and taller as the city continued to grow around him. Being from a small town in Shizuoka, the greatness of the capital never ceased to amaze him.
During the long commutes, when he wasn’t staring out of the window or napping, Hokuto liked to read or just watch people around him. That day, he had forgotten his book home, so his eyes strayed to his fellow passengers instead; an old lady in a blue kimono, a pair of younger women in latest western-style checkered shirts, white blouses and petite heels, a couple of school children in their uniforms. There were also countless other salarymen in suits, most of them either nodding off in their seats or flocking near the doors.
While watching them, Hokuto laid his eyes on a young man in a light grey suit who also stood near the doors. The man carried a leather briefcase and looked bored, staring into the distance. When he got off in Western Shinjuku, he suddenly locked eyes with Hokuto, and Hokuto immediately averted his gaze, feeling weirdly embarrassed. For the rest of the way, he kept his eyes out of the window.
Hokuto worked in the financial department of an automotive company, a job that had been a good catch for a clueless country boy like him. The company was stable and growing, and with the salary he was able to provide for him and his wife Aiko, and their hopefully growing family in the future. The work was busy and the days were long but Hokuto liked his position nonetheless. His coworkers were friendly, like Hamada-san who was originally from Kansai and always liked to ask how Hokuto and his wife were doing.
“Have you settled well in Tokyo? How is your apartment? Is the area nice?” And so on.
After a full day of accounting and reports, and dodging his coworkers' invitations of after-work drinks, Hokuto headed home on the same tram line. During the evening commute, he often nodded off against the window.
At home, his wife Aiko had prepared dinner as usual. They almost always ate together, unless Hokuto stayed overtime or went drinking with other workers. On those occasions, she was already asleep when he got home but the food was always neatly packed and stored in the fridge, waiting for him.
Hokuto opened the metal door to their small apartment and was greeted with a cozy smell of dinner.
“I’m home,” he called, like always.
“Welcome back,” his wife answered, like always.
They ate, briefly sharing about their day with each other, and after that Hokuto usually took a bath and listened to the radio or read before sleeping. So were most of his days.
A week passed by unnoticed.
One morning on his way to work, Hokuto sat on the same tram, again watching the scenery and other passengers to pass the time. Before long, his eyes strayed to a man who was standing nearby with his back towards him. The man was wearing dress pants and a black-and-white striped shirt with a dark vest. Hokuto stared at him, carelessly letting his eyes travel up and down, admiring the lines of the shoulders and the waist, along with the butt in the nicely tight pants.
Hokuto was deep in his thoughts, now staring at the neatly cut hair at the nape of the man’s neck, when the stranger abruptly turned around. Hokuto was now looking straight into his eyes. He blinked and immediately turned away, feeling his face heating up. But as he fixed his eyes on the streets and buildings outside, Hokuto felt a weird hunch and quickly glanced at the man again.
And indeed, it was the same man he’d seen on the tram before – the man in a light grey suit who’d met his eyes by chance. And now, the man was still looking at Hokuto. Unlike him, the man didn’t seem bothered by the situation at all, but boldly returned his gaze.
Now that Hokuto saw him properly, he realized how handsome the stranger was. He had fair and elegant features with high cheekbones and pretty eyes. The eyes that now keenly watched him, almost bored through him. Hokuto suddenly felt hot in his suit.
He glanced away – and back again after a couple of seconds.
The man tilted his head ever so slightly, the fine arch of his brows rising a bit. His look was so open and intense, almost like an invitation…
The tram came to a stop and the doors opened with a creak.
The man turned towards the doors to get off, but before that he gave Hokuto a final look. Eyes locked with his, he jerked his head a little.
Follow me.
Confused, Hokuto looked at the stop and the surroundings. They were in Western Shinjuku, near a big park whose name Hokuto didn’t know. He saw the huge trees and their green shadows, and hastily glanced at the man again.
Ever so slightly, Hokuto shook his head.
The man remained expressionless and simply turned away. Hokuto watched him get off the tram and disappear into the crowd yet again. The doors creaked shut and the tram took off with a twitch and a jingle of the bell.
It took a couple of stops for Hokuto’s hammering heart to calm down again.
—
On his way home a couple of days later, Hokuto instinctively perked up when the tram approached the stop by the park in Western Shinjuku. It was now impossible for him to pass it without thinking about the handsome stranger. Hokuto hadn’t seen him since.
He couldn’t decide if he was disappointed or relieved about that.
The tram’s brakes screeched as it halted at the stop. Hokuto watched the doors open and a couple of people get off, and before he knew it, he’d stood up and jumped out in their wake. The tram doors shut behind him with a rattle and the carriage took off again.
Hokuto stood at the stop for a moment and looked at the park that loomed across the road. He couldn’t explain it. It was late and he really should be heading home, he knew his wife was waiting for him with dinner like always.
And yet…
Hokuto crossed the road and entered the park, trying to look determined and like someone with a destination instead of lost and unsure like he really felt. He randomly started following a road that seemed to circle around the park on the left side. The park was already quiet at that hour, but the road he’d chosen seemed completely deserted.
It was dark and the only light came from bleak street lamps that stood far apart. Hokuto walked from one yellow circle to another, looking around to the long shadows under the trees. The longer he walked, the quieter it became when the noise of the traffic was left behind.
After a curve, Hokuto suddenly spotted a lone figure ahead of him. It looked like a salaryman who was briskly walking off. Hokuto didn’t think anything about it, until he suddenly saw another man appearing on the road. It was like he’d materialized out of nowhere, suddenly walking into the yellow light circle. He was walking towards Hokuto, also looking like he was in a hurry. He was carrying a briefcase and hastily adjusting his suit jacket and tie. A brimmed hat shadowed his face when he passed Hokuto.
Now glancing around even more, Hokuto walked past the spot where he’d first seen the man appear. He must’ve come from the small sort-of forest that grew by the road.
Hokuto’s suspicions grew when after some hundred meters, he clearly heard footsteps somewhere in the shadows. He thought he heard other muffled noises as well, something he probably shouldn’t, so he hurried his steps, slightly alarmed.
He returned to a bigger road and speed-walked out of the park, imagination running wild despite himself.
His wife had already gone to sleep when Hokuto finally got home. He managed to eat half of the dinner she’d left for him and after that, laid down on the futon next to her.
In the darkness, Hokuto closed his eyes, thinking about the handsome stranger on the tram, his clear invitation, and the deep, dark shadows in the park. Biting his lip, he slipped a hand in his underwear and jerked off to the thoughts.
—
It was a mundane Wednesday morning after over a week, and Hokuto was reading a book during his morning commute. Tram stopped at traffic lights, and Hokuto looked up, deep in his thoughts — and almost dropped the book in his hands.
There, by the doors, stood the handsome stranger, in a tailored, expensive looking suit, hair slicked back, a leather case in hand. He was looking straight at Hokuto.
Hokuto met the stranger’s gaze; he kind of felt the need to look away, but didn’t dare, lest the man would suddenly disappear in front of him. He felt a weird tingle all over his body, and his heart was hammering in his ears. He closed the book with shaky hands, gripping it tightly.
The tram approached the stop by the park in Western Shinjuku.
Hokuto instinctively perked up a little, glancing out of the window, then back at the man again. He was also looking outside, giving off a nonchalant, relaxed impression, which was a completely opposite of Hokuto’s current feeling.
The moment the tram started slowing down for the stop, the man turned to meet Hokuto’s eyes again. A shiver ran through him as the stranger, yet again, tilted his head and raised his brows.
And this time, Hokuto gave the man a subtle nod and stood up.
Legs feeling like jelly and his heart still racing, Hokuto got off the tram after the man, ignoring a small voice at the back of his mind screaming how he’d be late for work now. He pushed that thought aside and followed the man – across the road and into the park.
Hokuto made sure to trail some five meters behind the man to not look too suspicious. The stranger walked quickly, but did glance over his shoulder from time to time to check that Hokuto was still behind him. He took the same road Hokuto had walked at night sometime ago; it was surprisingly empty even in the morning.
Ahead of him Hokuto saw the man glancing around quickly, and then he stepped out of the road and under the trees. Hokuto hurried after him.
Leaves rustled under his steps as he followed the man’s back between trees and bushes, deep into the green shadows. They couldn’t get that far; Hokuto could still make out the park road between leaves and trunks, but he quickly forgot about that, when a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him behind a particularly thick tree trunk.
The handsome stranger stood in front of him, suddenly so close, and for a moment Hokuto could only look at his fine features.
“You finally came,” the man said after a moment. His voice was soft, somehow melodic. “Is it your… first time?”
Hokuto nodded. “Y-yes.”
“In that case, may I…?”
The man put down the case he’d been carrying, and pulled out a folded newspaper inside his jacket. He opened the paper and dropped it on the ground between them before leaning closer to Hokuto.
Hokuto’s back pressed against the tree trunk as the man huddled closer, his breath fanning against Hokuto’s cheek and the smell of his cologne enveloping him.
And when Hokuto felt the man’s hands on his belt, unbuckling it and slipping inside his pants, his breath hitched and all his blood rushed south. He bit down on his lip, hard, but a moan escaped his throat nonetheless when he felt the man’s hand on his growing erection.
“Try to keep quiet?” The man said, and Hokuto saw a small smile playing on his lips. “We’re unfortunately not that far.”
Hokuto just nodded and concentrated harder as the man stroked him firmly, quickly. He could have, would have, easily come just like that, but suddenly the man let go — and dropped to his knees in front of him, throwing Hokuto off guard.
Then, he felt the man’s tongue, lips, mouth on his dick and his mind went blank. As the handsome stranger took Hokuto into his mouth, he closed his eyes and used all his willpower to keep quiet. Hokuto wasn’t sure if it was because the man was amazing at what he was doing or because of all the new exploding sensations, but the warmth, speed and just right amount of suction on his dick were absolutely overwhelming.
Before Hokuto knew, he was already coming, spilling in the man’s mouth with a low grunt he wasn’t able to suppress. He would’ve wanted to shout, scream, that’s how amazing the rush of the sudden orgasm felt. Hokuto rested all his weight against the tree, his legs feeling a bit wobbly.
The man swiftly wiped his mouth and stood up, picking up the newspaper as he did and folding it back inside his jacket. He glanced at Hokuto quickly with that same small smile on his lips, nodding his head a bit.
“Well then,” he said and was already turning away before Hokuto found his voice again.
“Wait!” he said hastily. “Do you, um, work around here perhaps? As we always seem to meet on the same tram.”
“You could say that,” the man answered mysteriously. “Why do you ask?”
Hokuto felt his face burning, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to let the man slip away from him again.
“If I… wanted to see you again?”
The stranger’s eyes were piercing but his smile was warm and pleased.
“I can easily get here in the morning before nine, during the usual lunch hour, or then late in the evening.”
That day, Hokuto was over an hour late for work, and told Hamada-san and his supervisor it was because the tram had broken down. They didn’t question it.
Hokuto started taking an earlier tram to work so he could stop by the park on his way and not be late. Some days, he rushed to the park during lunch hour, but that was a bit too long a trip for the thirty minutes he had, and going the whole day without a proper lunch was difficult, even if it meant a good blowjob in return.
The best times for them to meet at the park were after work hours, if Hokuto was able to avoid overtime and after-work drinks with the team.
By their third meeting, Hokuto finally gathered enough courage to ask the stranger’s name. The man was quiet for so long Hokuto first thought he wouldn’t answer, but then.
”I’m Kyomoto Taiga.”
Taiga.
What a handsome name for a handsome man.
”I’m Matsumura Hokuto. Nice to meet you.”
The man gave him a small smile and was about to kneel before him again, but Hokuto grabbed his arm to stop him. Instead, he reached out a tentative hand and slipped it past the man’s — Taiga’s — jacket lapels. When he wasn’t stopped, he cupped Taiga’s crotch through his dress pants and was surprised to hear the other hiss by his ear.
Hokuto rubbed him through the fabric and felt Taiga harden under his fingers. It was a peculiar yet thrilling feeling; to know that he could arouse the other man as much as he aroused Hokuto.
Taiga slipped his own hands past Hokuto’s and swiftly opened his belt and pants. He gave Hokuto an encouraging nod and then suddenly buried his face into his neck when Hokuto wrapped his fingers around Taiga’s cock. He suddenly felt very self-conscious and hesitant, but tried his best to jerk Taiga off like he would himself, and judging by the soft panting and muffled words of encouragement from Taiga, he was doing alright.
“Aaah yes, a bit quicker... Just like that...”
So Hokuto picked up his pace, and soon he felt Taiga’s cock pulsing and leaking in his hand, and heard his muffled moan against his jacket. And when Taiga pulled him into a sloppy kiss right after, his fingers now stroking Hokuto’s hard-on through his pants, it was already enough to make him come, straight into his underwear like some teenager.
They fell into a rhythm of meeting once or twice a week. Sometimes, Hokuto went to the park and waited for quite a while but the man — Taiga — just didn’t show up. He usually gave up after fifteen minutes or so, briskly walking back to the tram stop and avoiding curious and peering eyes from other men he passed on his way. While he understood that the other was probably held off by an urgent work matter, he couldn’t help feeling disappointed every time it happened.
The disappointment lingered every day until their next meeting and dissolved only when Hokuto saw Taiga on the tram or walking towards him on the park road. At those times, Hokuto kissed him particularly deeply or pressed even closer than usual.
The evening meetings were nice since neither of them were in a hurry. Sometimes, it was already close to midnight when Hokuto finally got home after them. Often, he tried eating the long-overdue dinner Aiko had made him and put in the fridge, but some nights he just fell straight into bed.
That night, it was half past eleven, and Hokuto had just shrugged off his jacket and tiptoed into the combined kitchen/living room area, pondering whether he had an appetite or not.
“Why do you come home so late lately?”
Aiko’s sudden voice from the darkness startled Hokuto. He clicked on the kitchen light and saw his wife standing in the bedroom doorway.
“Why are you still awake?” Hokuto asked, avoiding the question.
“I was waiting for you.” Her voice was accusing.
Hokuto sighed. “Well, you don’t have to. I’ve told you I have to stay and drink if my superiors insist.”
“They go drinking this often? Every week?”
“Yes.” Hokuto looked at his wife. He felt his cheeks growing warm but he hoped Aiko wouldn’t notice anything in the poor lighting. She stared at him for a couple of seconds, then heaved a sigh and turned back into the bedroom. Hokuto could feel her disappointment and displeasure.
And yet, when he laid down to sleep on his futon, all he could think about was Taiga — his handsome features, hands on his cock, lips against his, the lovely and maddening pants and moans as Hokuto jerked him off.
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Date: 2025-03-01 02:04 pm (UTC)I actually read it from the very beginning (lol, no one's surprised at that XD), and I just ENJOYED THE RIDE SO MUCH. When we got to the good part where they started their hommailu, my brain just… stopped. It literally shut down!!! No function left!!!!!!💀💀💀💀💀 It was so, so, so hot!!!!!!!!! And I think I already told you, but at first, I was a bit confused about the need for a newspaper on the ground UNTIL I REALIZED, IN THE MOMENT, WHEN TAIGA KNEELED DOWN. Holyyyyyyyyy🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 HOT HOT HOT HOT and did I say HOT already??? I literally read that part on the edge of my seat, and I won’t get into any details because I’d be embarrassed forever XD
"The tram broke down" LMAO HOKUTO good excuse for your colleagues and supervisor!
But AAAAAAAAA how easily Hokuto falls into the routine!!! And how he's so desperate from the very beginning to see Taiga again, asking about his work schedule etc. :''')) I'm glad they fell into that routine, but it sounds sooooo stressful at the same time. Poor Hokuto, even skipping his lunch just to get a good BJ. SO DESPERATE AND THAT'S WHY IT'S SO HOT🔥🔥🔥🔥
And then the moments, especially after work AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! And when they introduce themselves, my heart skipped a beat!!!!
Taiga.
What a handsome name for a handsome man.
I mean… Hokuto is not wrong🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 150% agreed!!!! I see what you did there!!!!
And then that scene where Hokuto takes care of Taiga instead AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA at that point, my heart didn’t just skip a beat because it STOPPED BEATING🔥🔥🔥🔥 I also must say my heart skipped ANOTHER beat when they kissed because WHY SO SWEET?! AAAAAAAA I'M SO FRIGGING EASY AND I KNOW IT BUT I'M NOT EVEN ASHAMED OF IT...
And AAAAHHHHH the pain in Hokuto's feelings when you described those days when they didn’t meet😭😭😭. I mean, of course they wouldn’t because they only have each other's names and no way to stay in contact but it’s still so sad because, as a reader, I could feel that disappointment. And then I could feel the happiness when they met again :'''))) AND MORE KISSING MENTIONED HEEEEEELP I'M ____WAYYYYYY TOO EASY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The scene between Hokuto and his wife was painful😅😅😅 I mean, since I know where the story is going, I don’t feel entirely sorry for the wife because maybe she doesn’t have deep feelings for Hokuto either, so I guess I mainly feel sorry for both of them. Life sucks (especially during that period) :( But it was so well written again and I bet the wife suspects something!
AND THEN THE ENDING AAAAAA MY HEAAAAAART. Of course, he's only thinking about Taiga and their moments😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
I can't wait to read more and see where this is going!!!!!! Probably we’ll see something happening in a love hotel soon???
AGAIN, I’M FOREVER THANKFUL FOR THIS!!!!! YOU ARE AMAZIIIIIIING!!!!!! I have no words, and I wish there were more ways to express how happy I am right now!!!!!!!!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 So, a million times THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR NOW!!!!!!!
And now excuse me BRB I’M GOING TO RE-READ THIS FOR THE FIFTH TIME🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤