Shounen Onmyouji, Guren/Masahiro, epilogue
"Masahiro?" Mokkun asked, setting a white paw against the small of Masahiro's back.
Masahiro shook his head, looked over his shoulder, and smiled. "It's all right, Mokkun," he said. "I'm okay." His voice was a little tired, a little rough from crying, but Mokkun figured he deserved that much. He slipped up under Masahiro's hand and onto his lap, letting Masahiro hug him just a bit too tight.
Any other day, Mokkun would have squawked about how Masahiro was crushing him, but today, he just transformed, hovering over Masahiro and searching the young man's face. Masahiro smiled up at him; his eyes had lost their red tinge, and his hands moved up to clutch Guren's back. "Oi," Guren said. "Are you sure?"
Masahiro couldn't really kick or elbow him, but he headbutted Guren in the shoulder anyway. "Of course I'm sure." He sounded cranky; that, at least, was more like his old self. "Guren, come on."
Guren could have made him say it, make him ask for it, but he doesn't. He lowered Masahiro gently onto the futon, stripping away his clothes with ease borne of long practice and many, many accidental rips. There was a trick in not using his claws that he had to perfect long ago so as not to hurt Masahiro, his Masahiro, this beautiful young man who could have grown into grace and elegance had he not spent his time arguing with Mokkun instead.
Masahiro squirmed underneath him, all pale skin and long limbs. "Gureeeen," he whined, sounding younger than he was. "Hurry up!"
"Don't be so impatient." Guren stroked Masahiro's face, his skin, trying to ignore the way Masahiro growled and dug his fingers in, tugging hard on Guren's necklace. When he let go, as Guren started running his tongue rather than the pads of his fingers over Masahiro's skin, it was only to fumble for the oil and slick it onto Guren's cock with clumsy movements.
It felt wonderful, when Guren finally pressing inside Masahiro, but this kind of pleasure wasn't for him, not today. He stroked Masahiro's hair and cock as he thrusted, holding him still as Masahiro shook and whimpered and moaned into orgasm, as he trembled until Guren followed suit. Masahiro burrowed his face into Guren's shoulder when they had finished, after Guren wiped them clean, and he was still trembling.
"Stupid tanuki geezer," he whispered, finally, his voice raw and muffled. "He shouldn't have left like that." Guren closed his eyes and held him as he started crying once more.