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Following the final battle against the Deathdrives, the ATF leaders decided that the heroes deserved a vacation for their hard work. And so, the core members were flown to Japan to enjoy an all-expenses-paid stay at a traditional hot springs inn.
Although everyone was excited, the trip would be bittersweet because they knew that the ATF would soon be dissolved and everyone would have to return to their prior places of service. It was only natural, but it was still hard to say goodbye when they'd become so close, having formed a bond like no other through unprecedented circumstances.
To Smith, it seemed like a shame. He wanted to argue that the ATF should be allowed to remain in operation, but he knew there would be nothing for it. Their leaders had to listen to higher powers, and if those powers weren't in agreement, the ATF could no longer exist. Although they knew that the disbandment would come eventually, everyone was surprised that it was coming after the ATF had proven itself so effective.
There was some speculation that it was because the Japanese military wanted Isami returned to them immediately. Whenever the subject arose, Isami stayed unusually quiet. It almost made it sound like they were blaming him, but the truth was that no one really thought he was at fault. Nonetheless, Smith couldn't blame him for feeling uncomfortable.
He hoped that the trip to the hot springs would finally give him the relaxation he deserved.
It was Smith's first time in Japan. He'd always dreamed of going, so it was quite the reward in his eyes, but for Isami, it was probably no different than going home.
Even though the hot springs were meant to be the highlight of their trip, everyone splintered off to do their own things immediately after landing. The Americans were interested in exploring Japan for the first time, of course. Everyone looked to Satake and automatically designated him as their tour guide, the poor guy. Lulu said that she wanted to stay with him and Isami at the inn, but, for some reason, she suddenly seemed to change her mind and decided to go into the city with the other girls.
Smith couldn't help but wonder what that had been about...
However, when he looked around and realized that he and Isami were the only two who had chosen to stay at the inn, he wondered if Lulu had purposely decided to let them be alone. He was going to have to find a way to thank her for being so considerate.
Japanese bathing etiquette wasn't too different from what Smith had been expecting – he was very familiar with Japanese media, after all. Although bathing scenes rarely showed a thorough depiction of every step, he got the general idea, and he had Isami there to explain anything he wasn't sure about.
Smith knew that average American would have probably found something uncomfortable about sharing the same bath, naked, with other people, but it was impossible to be a Marine and not be used to that sort of thing.
“Looks like we're all alone,” he said, smiling at Isami who was soaking in the spot across from him. “You know what that means.”
“Pervert.”
“I wasn't thinking anything dirty! If we're alone, that means we can do whatever we want. You don't have to sit so far away from me, Isami. You can come closer.”
When he saw that they had the bath to themselves, he'd been excited, hoping that Isami would sit close to him. Instead, it was like he went out of his way to sit as far away as possible. Perhaps it was just the polite thing to do... But Isami didn't need to be so polite with him! He could have sat on his lap if he'd wanted!!
He said his thoughts weren't dirty, but they were getting dirtier the more he thought about it...
He sank down into the hot water a little more until it was up to his chest. Even though he knew it was supposed to be hot, it was a lot hotter than he'd expected – almost uncomfortably hot. After barely a minute in the water, he already felt like his thoughts were melting away – and not in the pleasant way. His brain felt like it was being boiled like an egg. But he didn't want to look like a wimp who couldn't handle a little heat, so he tried to tough it out and stay as cool as Isami. Mind over matter.
“So, what do guys usually do in an onsen?”
“You relax.”
Yeah. True. That was the obvious answer. He didn't even need to ask.
Isami didn't look like he was relaxing, though. He had a scowl on his face and his shoulders were slumped in a way that made it look like there was something heavy weighing on his mind. Seeing him that way was even more unbearable than the temperature of the water, so Smith stood up and waded across to Isami's side. Isami gave him one of those looks that said, “What the hell do you think you're doing?” but Smith ignored that and sat down next to him.
That brief moment above water felt really nice...
“You know, I think Lulu wanted to give us some time alone so we could talk.”
“Oh yeah? About what?” Isami stubbornly asked.
There were a lot of things for them to talk about. Chief among them, what they were going to do about their relationship. It wasn't going to go anywhere and they would probably awkwardly drift apart from each other if they didn't address it. With the disbandment of the ATF, Smith realized that he probably wouldn't have many opportunities to discuss it with him.
“Why don't you tell me what you have on your mind right now?”
Isami looked away, but he didn't make any moves to distance himself. In the few moments of silence that followed, Smith tried not to let his thoughts run wild, eagerly waiting to hear about the situation from Isami's own mouth.
“I think... I want to be discharged,” he said. When a few more moments passed without a response from Smith, Isami slanted his head slightly to look at him nervously from the corners of his eyes. “Are you disappointed?”
“Why would I be disappointed?”
He pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, sinking into himself. “Because... Doesn't that make it seem like I'm a coward? I thought you would expect me to have a stronger sense of duty or something. After all, I'm supposed to be the hero, right? And now I want to quit?”
Certainly, there were others who might have seen it that way, but Smith wasn't one of them. He understood the incredible amount of courage it took for Isami to ride him. His bravery was impressive, but it wasn't an easy thing at all.
“Are you waiting for me to talk you out of it?” Smith asked, leaning a little closer, hoping that that it would force Isami to look at him.
“It's not that. I guess I just... care about what you think. I don't want to let you down. I don't want you to think I'm weak.” Even though he tried to hide his face, it was hard to miss the way that his lips trembled. It was like he was trying hard not to cry. “I just... I can't do it. I don't want to be in a situation like that again. I don't think I could handle it mentally. Without Bravern, I'd be completely useless. I'd probably have a breakdown. That's pathetic, right? I should be stronger than that. But I just can't. I can't do it. Even the thought petrifies me.”
Without Bravern...
It was true. He wasn't Bravern anymore. Their physical strength was unarguably reduced as a result. But was that really what Isami was talking about? Was he afraid of returning to combat without Bravern? Or was he afraid of being separated from him? It was probably selfish of him to think that way, but he wanted to believe that he was as important to Isami as Isami was to him.
Turning to Isami, he put a hand on his bare shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
“Nothing you do could let me down now, Isami. You're already a hero, and nothing can change that.” His heart nearly leapt to his throat when Isami slightly picked up his head to timidly look at him with red eyes. “To tell you the truth, I don't feel like there's a reason for me to return to the Marines. I joined up because I wanted to become a hero. Together with you, I accomplished my dream – and discovered my purpose.”
“Your purpose?”
He smiled at Isami warmly. “To be with you. To stay by your side and give you strength. I don't need to be Bravern to accomplish that.”
After saying something so bold, he half-expected Isami to punch him or call him an idiot. He wouldn't have even felt hurt if he had because he knew that Isami was just easily flustered and overwhelmed. The fact that he hadn't flown off the handle was... Probably a good thing? Smith hoped it was a sign that they were on the same page.
He couldn't afford to be too careful, though. If the moment passed by along with his opportunity to say what he was really thinking, then he would regret it forever.
Looking into Isami's nervous eyes, he stayed firm while bracing himself to be hit. Just in case.
“I told you already, didn't I? I love you, Ao Isami. I'm serious. I want to be with you.”
Surprisingly, no punches were thrown. Isami didn't call him any names or accuse him of being ridiculous. On the contrary, he moved closer, pressing his shoulder lightly against Smith's while looking away as if wordlessly begging to be held.
“I... I want to be with you, too.”
Without hesitation, Smith wrapped his arms around him.
“Everything will be okay.”
Isami released a shaky breath as his pressed his forehead against Smith's shoulder.
“I love you...”
Smith almost couldn't believe his ears. It was enough just to know that Isami didn't want to be apart from him. But to hear those three words... Ah, nothing could have made him happier. It felt as though, at that moment, the path to the future he'd been dreaming of had been illuminated. He could already imagine him and Isami walking that path together, hand in hand, all the way to the wedding chapel...!
He had to focus. He was getting ahead of himself.
Isami was in a vulnerable state and needed his attention.
“I wanted to tell you back then, during Operation Bonfire, but I'm glad I could tell you now when we could be face to face like this. A-at the time, I thought I was just getting caught up in the moment. I had feelings for you, so I wondered what could have suddenly made me feel that way about Bravern. I should've known...” Isami sighed, but then he abruptly paused, narrowing his eyes. “Wait a minute. Why am I blaming myself? Why didn't you just tell me that you and Bravern were the same?!”
Loosening his embrace a little, Smith stared at the rippling surface of the water as he recalled his feelings from that time.
“Honestly, I didn't expect that I would ever go back to being human. I was Bravern, through and through. If everything went well, I thought that I would tell you the truth after it was all over. And if things didn't go well... Well, the dead aren't supposed to talk anyway. I could only speak as Bravern. Coincidentally, Bravern just happened to love you as much as I did.”
It seemed as though Isami hadn't expected him to respond with a real answer, surprised into silence.
“Bravern...”
“Isami...!”
Isami's face turned red as soon as he realized what he'd said.
“Sh-shut up! It was a slip of the tongue! That's all!”
Gently, Smith gave him a squeeze and rubbed his cheek affectionately against the top of Isami's head. Hearing Isami grumble just made him smile more. “It actually makes me really happy to hear that name. Bravern isn't a thing of the past. He's me – the me who wants to protect you. As long as I'm with you, Bravern is with you, Isami.”
For a second, he thought that Isami was trying to get away, but then he realized that he was just making himself more comfortable, repositioning himself so that he could lay with his back against his chest. Without saying anything, he took one of Smith's hands and threaded their fingers together, fitting their hands together palm to palm.
Smith gasped softly.
“Here in Japan, they call this koibito tsunagi, don't they?!”
To his knowledge, it was a very special thing – a sign that he and Isami were bonafide lovers, partners bound together by the magnificent bonds of LOVE.
“What do you call it in America?”
“We don't have such a beautiful name for when lovers interlock their fingers like this... When it comes to things like this, Japanese is the superior language! So romantic!”
Something he said must have been amusing to Isami because it made a rare smile spread across his face. For the first time since they'd entered the hot springs – actually, for the first time since they landed – he looked like he wasn't fighting against upsetting thoughts. At about that time, Smith also realized the reality of their situation. He was sitting in a real Japanese hot springs, holding his beloved Isami... Really holding him! Skin to skin! If it were all just a dream, he never wanted to wake up!
He gave Isami another light squeeze. (He was holding back. If he followed his heart, he would have squeezed him with all of his might.)
“Are you feeling relaxed now?” he asked.
“I have Bravern with me... I'm okay now.”
Like Cupid's arrow straight to the heart...
“I bet you know what we should do after this,” Smith said cheerfully.
“Pervert.”
“Who's the one thinking dirty things here? That's not what I meant! I'm talking about milk. Strawberry milk. You're always supposed to drink a refreshing strawberry milk after a soak in the hot springs, right?”
“Where'd you hear that? Anime?” Isami asked, sounding confused yet amused. “It's true, though. They probably have fruit milk. We can get some if you want it.”
“And then, after that...”
“Table tennis?”
“Oh. I was thinking we could fool around in the room before everyone gets back.”
Isami nearly jumped straight out of his arms, but of course he was careful enough to keep his lower body below the water. “So you were thinking about that!”
“Shikata ga nai, as they say...”
“Th-there's nothing shikata ga nai about it! Control yourself!” he shouted, holding his arms defensively around himself as if to protect his dignity. Smith had already seen him naked a number of times, so he didn't think that was necessary.
“Well, even if I want to stay here with you, I'm going to have to go back to America to get everything sorted first. It might be a while before we see each other again... Are you going to be okay with that? This is our chance. We have the room to ourselves right now, so we can take our time.”
Isami appeared to be sinking. Sinking, sinking, until the water was up to his chin, his face getting redder by the second. A troubled furrow had returned to twist his brow. “I... I...” It appeared to be very difficult for him to spit out whatever he was thinking. When he finally managed, it burst from his mouth like an explosion. “I'M NOT READY FOR BUTT STUFF! IT'S TOO SOON FOR THAT!”
A man who had just entered the bathing area took one look at them and then went back inside.
Isami stared at the closed door.
“Oh. Maybe I should just die,” he muttered vacantly.
“Isami, no!” Smith grabbed him by the shoulders before Isami could sink any deeper. “It's okay. I wasn't thinking about that, I swear. There are other things we can do. I just want to be close to you. I want to touch you because I love you. I want to be able to close my eyes and remember the feeling of your skin when we're apart.”
Slowly, the stiffness in Isami's shoulders began to relax again. He glanced at his face shyly, then quickly averted his gaze again. “Okay, already. You can stop saying such embarrassing things... I'll... go back to the room with you...”
Smith was glad that it didn't take much more than that to convince Isami. If they'd stayed in the hot spring any longer, he was sure he would have passed out from the heat. It felt good to step out into the crisp air with his skin still feeling hot. Once they were inside, they toweled off and put on their yukatas. Needless to say, he thought that Isami looked stunning in his. Seeing the exposed skin of his chest and collarbone made his mouth feel dry and made his pulse quicken. Even though he had just seen him fully nude, seeing less was indeed more.
As promised, Isami bought them strawberry milk from the vending machine. As they sat side by side in the lounge chairs inside, another silence permeated the space between them. The milk was just as delicious as Smith had hoped, but it didn't sit easily on his stomach while the thought of what they were going to do was on his mind. If it was enough to make his head swim, he knew that it had to be even more agonizing for Isami. One glance at him was enough to confirm that; his knee was bouncing like crazy.
There were all sorts of thoughts on his mind, but he waited until they got back to the room to say anything. He didn't want another stranger getting scandalized by their conversation.
The room was more sparse than Smith had been expecting.
“Uh... Come to think of it... Do we have beds?” he asked.
With his jaw locked firmly, Isami silently went to the sliding closet and pulled out a futon. Just one. He laid it out on the floor and then sat down next to it on his knees, pressing his hands into his thighs. He was the picture of nervousness. But he seemed resolved. That was good. Probably.
Smith sat down the same way on the other side of the futon and looked up at him.
“So... What sort of experience do you have?” he asked.
“None.”
Ah... With the way Isami was acting, that was to be expected.
“Me, neither,” Smith said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, I've been hit on before by men and women, and I've had some offers, but I've only ever been interested in a serious relationship. I wanted to find someone who liked me and understood my hobbies. I think I'm pretty lucky, having met a guy who's attracted to me and Bravern.”
Isami grumbled under his breath, but he didn't deny it.
“Every day, I would focus on the regimen. I didn't have anything else on my mind. There were various other factors, but I mostly thought I wasn't cut out for being in a relationship. The thought of opening up to someone and letting them see... into my heart... was really embarrassing... You kind of came out of nowhere and changed everything.”
“Isami...” Reaching out, Smith took his hands and held them tenderly. “I'm a little nervous, too. But everything's okay. There's no one I trust more than you.”
“Brav--” Isami squeezed his eyes tightly, making a face, annoyed at himself for slipping again.
That gave Smith an idea, though. “You seemed a lot more relaxed when we were together on the beach. I got the feeling that if we hadn't been interrupted, we would have taken things farther that night. Did you feel less embarrassed when you were with Bravern? Did it have something to do with me being non-human?”
It looked like Isami was going to yell at him for saying something weird, but then he stopped himself. “...You know, now that you mention it, I wonder if that was why.”
“Do you think you would feel more comfortable if you thought of me as Bravern?”
“Wh-what are you talking about? Right now?? You want me to think about Bravern?!”
“I am Bravern. So it's okay. Imagine it.”
Isami's eyes darted skittishly from one corner of the room to another, avoiding Smith's intense gaze. “Are you sure...? You don't think that's weird?”
“It might be weird. But it's not wrong. And I wouldn't dream of judging my precious partner.”
Pulling his lower lip between his teeth, Isami fidgeted, rubbing his knees together. “Alright... I might try that...”
Smith was glad that he'd found something that sounded like it would work for him. For a minute there, he was worried that Isami would be too nervous the whole time and wouldn't enjoy himself as a result. If he wanted to have any hope of keeping his partner's trust, he needed to take things slowly and carefully. He may not have had any experience with relationships, but being considerate of Isami's feelings seemed like the obvious way to go about things.
With that established, he decided that it was time to take things a little farther.
“Isami.” He moved a hand to lightly touch Isami's cheek, then brought it down slowly to hold his jaw. As Smith moved closer, kneeling on the futon to bridge the gap between them, he couldn't help but think about how adorable he was. His eyes which always looked sharp and serious were a little rounder like those of a small, defenseless animal. He wondered if his own eyes conveyed how badly he wanted to kiss him.
He'd realized that Isami liked to be comforted when he was nervous. So as to not frighten him, he moved his hand to the back of Isami's neck right before their lips touched. It might have just been his imagination, but he could've sworn that he felt Isami moan a little into the kiss when he felt him lightly squeeze the back of his neck. Perhaps he'd already found one of his weak spots.
Closing his eyes, Isami leaned into the kiss, pressing himself against Smith's chest as if snuggling him. Was it because he was imagining Bravern? Had it really worked that well already? He was like a totally different Isami!
“I-Isami... Your tongue...”
His lips trembled slightly, but he opened his mouth obediently and met Smith's tongue as requested. It was Smith's first time kissing anyone that way, and he imagined it was probably the same for Isami as well. The awkwardness he expected to feel wasn't there. He was actually surprised by how nice it was. He could feel Isami's breath against his skin and hear him softly gasping as they moved their tongues around each other.
Without realizing, he already had his hands on Isami's hips. Where were they supposed to go from there? He wasn't sure, yet, for some reason, he felt like he knew all the same. It might have been pure instinct.
He touched the sash around Isami's waist that held his yukata closed.
“Can I...?”
With a hesitant nod from Isami, he started to untie it. Slipping his hands inside, he pushed it open to reveal the skin underneath, still pleasantly warm from the bath. He may have seen Isami's body before, but it had always been under non-sexual circumstances, so he'd never given himself permission to look at him that way. Now that it was finally the right time, his eyes greedily studied every visible inch, seeing him as if for the first time.
After just a bit of kissing, Isami was already fully hard. It was bigger than Smith was expecting, but it looked like the perfect size to him. As he loosened the front of his own yukata, he hoped that Isami wouldn't feel intimidated.
“WHAT IS THAT?!”
“Problem?” he asked. He already knew what the problem was.
Isami stared. “No matter how I look at it... That's a monster.”
Yeah. He was aware. Some of the guys in the Marines even liked to poke fun at him about it. They called it a weapon of ass destruction. He wasn't sure if Isami would understand an English pun like that – and he probably wouldn't have appreciated it anyway, considering that his ass was the one at stake.
Well, he'd already promised Isami that they weren't going to take things that far, so he didn't need to worry about the size. They would work their way up to that. However, just the thought of helping Isami get used to taking bigger and bigger things until he was able to handle him was quite arousing in and of itself... He wanted to know what sorts of wonderful faces Isami would make when he finally entered him for the first time...!
“What are you thinking about?” Isami asked, glaring at his crotch. “It's getting bigger.”
“N-nothing! No worries!” Smith stammered. “Uh... Would you like to touch it?”
Isami audibly clicked his tongue with an annoyed face. “...Yeah.”
Smith wasn't sure why he needed to act so put-off about it, but he was glad that Isami wanted to touch him nonetheless. He moved a little closer until the head of his cock nudged Isami's belly. It twitched as the thought of how deeply he could penetrate him uncontrollably entered his mind. When he put it in, it would probably go about that far... Up to his navel.
Watching the way Isami's throat flexed with a hard swallow, he wondered if he was thinking about something similar. He slowly wrapped his fingers around it and gave it a few experimental strokes.
“So. Full body waxes. I think I see the appeal,” he mumbled. His cheeks were red.
“I'm just self-conscious about how hairy I get,” Smith said with a laugh. “But it is nice for things like this, isn't it?”
Isami nodded and looked down at his own lower body. “...I should shave it off.”
“What? Why?”
“Because...” On his knees, Isami moved closer until their hips were touching, their cocks sliding together between their bodies. “It probably feels nicer when it's pure skin on skin, right? It's going to feel annoying if I try rubbing against you like this. It just gets in the way.”
Smith wasn't sure if he'd heard him. He was too preoccupied with the fact that his cock was touching Isami's. And it felt so good...
It pained him to pull away from him so soon, but he had something even better in mind.
Laying down on the futon, he patted his thighs, right below his hips.
“Isami. Ride me.”
“B-but you said...!”
“Not like that. Just sit down here.”
Isami awkwardly climbed on top of him, sitting down where he was instructed. He stared at him with a raised eyebrow. “Okay...?”
“It makes this easier,” Smith said, taking both of their cocks into one hand. Despite the difference in size, holding them together was no problem when their hips were on the same level. With Isami on top, it allowed him a sense of control and made it easy for him to move as he pleased. Instinctively, he was already rolling his hips, rubbing against Smith's cock while making slow thrusts into his hand.
A small sound escaped Isami's lips, something like a moan or a whimper. Even though he still looked a bit embarrassed, he was opening up, taking shy glances at Smith's face without trying to hide his own.
Finding one of Isami's hands on the futon, Smith guided it to their joined cocks. “Isn't this sort of familiar for you?”
“Familiar...?” As soon as he realized what he meant, he growled. “That was--... Totally different! ...Right? It was different, right? Or are you trying to say that you really were experiencing ecstasy every time I grabbed your control stick? I thought it was a joke...”
“I couldn't really feel things like that as Bravern. How should I put it? It felt good, but in a different way – in a way that could only be experienced in a body made of metal and circuitry. Whether I would call it 'ecstasy'... Well...” He just smiled serenely.
“So I was jerking you off that whole time?!” Isami grimaced and stopped moving his hips.
What had he gotten himself into? He shouldn't have opened his stupid mouth.
“I-it was a spiritual thing! It did feel good, but-- In a spiritual way! I swear!”
Isami glared at him skeptically.
But then he sighed.
“Well, whatever,” he said. “It's not like you could help it. It creeped me out, but I don't feel so bad about it in hindsight... Seeing as how it was you.”
“Isamiii~”
The warm, fond smile that Isami looked down at him with made Smith's heart soar. His own smile only got bigger as Isami leaned down to give him a kiss. The contrast of his bitter and sweet personality was one of the things that Smith loved about him most. Even when Isami acted stubborn and grumpy, he knew that his true feelings stayed true.
He was, perhaps, what they called a tsundere.
“Seems like your nerves are gone now,” he said, using his free hand to tenderly stroke the thigh laying over his hip. He returned to moving his other hand and was pleased when Isami moved together with him.
The smile didn't leave Isami's lips. “Yeah... I can't help my nerves, but I knew realistically that I didn't have anything to worry about. I trust you like I've never trusted anyone. Touching you and being touched by you feels natural. It feels good. I love you, Smith.”
...Huh?
...What?
“Smith? Not Bravern?”
Isami shook his head. “It helped in the beginning, but it's kind of impossible for me to keep imagining you that way when I see your real, human body in front of me instead. I've been looking at you this whole time. Just you, Smith.”
Whoa. That was dangerous. He almost came right then and there. His heart was pounding.
The man he loved... Isami... Was only looking at HIM...!
“I-Isami...!”
“Are you close?”
Smith struggled under him a little, torn between his desire to fuck Isami's hand with reckless abandon and wanting to slow down so he could prolong the moment for as long as possible. He didn't know when their next time would be, so he wanted to savor it. But he didn't know if he had a choice – it was taking all of his willpower just to hold back.
He squeezed his eyes shut tightly. “Don't want to come yet...”
“Don't blue ball yourself. Just come when you feel it. Besides... I want to see.”
Fuck! How was he supposed to keep it together when Isami kept saying such naughty things?!
His palm felt so good – the same palm that had jerked his control stick so roughly. Feeling his weight on his lap was also good. He'd always wondered what it would feel like to have Isami really ride him, and that was already close enough to add an element of reality to his daydreams. Cracking open his eyes, he stole a look at Isami's face, heated with passion, and imagined him making the same face as he took every inch of him into his body.
“Isami... You're amazing... I love you... It feels so good...!”
“You know, I think this is doing something for me,” Isami said, his lips curling with a somewhat devilish looking grin. “Being able to reduce a US Marine to a whimpering, drooling mess like this...”
Was that really how he looked? Well, that was okay. He was happy to let Isami see him that way. It was because of him, after all.
He imagined that it would have felt even better if he'd had the foresight to bring some lube, but he hadn't wanted to look too prepared. The friction was a bit intense at first, but they were both already dripping enough precum to help ease the glide of their hands. Taking his eyes away from Isami's face to look at their cocks rubbing against each other between their clasped hands made his heart rate skyrocket.
Isami had gone quiet. He was looking, too.
That was right, he did say that he wanted to watch him come...
How was he supposed to keep it together with him watching him like that...!
“I-Isami, I'm really going to-...!”
“Go on.” He reached out and placed a palm against his cheek. “Come.”
That confidence...! Yes! That was the way he sounded when he piloted him!
That thought proved to be the last tether holding him together. Clenching his teeth to keep himself from crying out, he pressed his cheek into Isami's palm and jerked his hips, coming on their hands and his stomach. His thighs trembled and his toes curled as Isami continued to stroke both of them, using his cum as lube. It felt so amazing – physically, spiritually, emotionally – Smith didn't even feel like objecting to the additional stimulation.
He could already tell that when they finished, things would be different. He and Isami were melding together, body and soul, becoming one in passion.
He held out his hand and Isami held it, twining their fingers together.
“Smith...” The way that he said his name sounded so full of longing and affection with a hint of desperation. It was like he was asking him for something.
Smith delicately took Isami's hand from around them both and wrapped his hand around only Isami's cock. He worked his hand with firm, even strokes, having learned the speed and rhythm that Isami preferred. When he squeezed the hand holding Isami's, he heard him gasp out loud. It wouldn't have been good if they got too loud, but Smith wished he could've heard him make even more noise. It would give him something to look forward to, when they could be in the privacy of their own bedroom.
“I love you,” he said again. It didn't seem to matter how many times he said it, he never got tired of it. “I love you, Isami.”
He felt Isami's cock pulsating against his palm as more hot cum painted his stomach and chest. Smith continued giving him slow, firm strokes until his climax subsided.
Isami looked amazing. Completely zonked, but amazing. Seeing him with an expression that made him look drunk with pleasure filled Smith's heart with a warm feeling and a sense of accomplishment.
They were still holding hands. Isami looked like he didn't want to let go – like he could have fallen asleep right there, sitting upright on his lap.
“Cute...”
“Hm?”
“N-nothing,” Smith mumbled, unable to hide the stupid smile on his face. “We should get ourselves together before one of the others walks in on us like this.”
Just saying that made him fear that Lulu would come bursting through the door as if on cue. Even though they tried to take it easy for their first time, the position they were in made it plain as day that they had been doing something sexual with each other. Would it have been unexpected? No. Would it have made it awkward for anyone else to sleep in that room with them afterwards? Likely.
Once they got off of each other, Smith looked around for something to clean them up with, then helped Isami retie his yukata. His help wasn't necessary, but he just wanted to keep touching him.
With a relaxed sigh, Isami laid down and softly tugged on Smith's sleeve, indicating that he wanted him to lay down next to him. There wasn't much room on the futon for two people, but they didn't need room. As long as they still had the room to themselves, they both wanted to enjoy being close.
“Smith...” Isami sheepishly looked at his face. “I don't want you to leave.”
“I told you I'll stay with you.”
“I know... But I don't want you to go back to America. Never leave.”
Smith suddenly found himself being embraced tightly – too tightly – Isami's arms around his shoulders, his legs locked around his waist. He may have spoiled him a bit as Bravern, telling him things like that he would be happy if Isami never left his cockpit, but... He hadn't realized that he actually had such a clingy side.
He didn't dislike that at all.
“What if Lulu stays with you for now in my place? She's an adult at heart, so she shouldn't get too lonely when she's away from me now.”
“Are you calling me a child?” Isami asked, looking annoyed.
“N-no...!” But it totally came out sounding that way, didn't it? “How about this? If that doesn't work for you... Maybe I'll be allowed to stay here a little longer. If you can get discharged early, you can come back to America with me.”
“Okay.”
That was surprisingly easy.
The tight limbs around him soon relaxed and Isami curled up against his chest, snuggling him comfortably. He felt so warm and soft in his yukata, Smith immediately felt sleepiness settling in. He rubbed Isami's back, thinking about how much he seemed like a big kitten.
He could've sworn he felt a kiss against his neck.
“Love you,” Isami said quietly.
Smith's face was starting to hurt a little from smiling.
“I love you, too.”