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cheeks. His full lips were slightly parted, dark stubble on his chin and upper lip. His hair was still
long enough to be mussed and it framed his face in the sexiest way imaginable.
John resisted the urge to reach out and touch his lover. Toshi worked so hard and had been through
so much that he hated to disturb his lover's rest even though he needed to explain to Toshi what
he d seen the night before.
Toshi opened his eyes. He blinked several times and a lazy grin curved his lips when his gaze met
John s. Hi.
John returned the smile. Damn, he felt so lucky to wake up next to this guy. He leaned over and
kissed Toshi softly on the lips. Hi. Naoto left a tray of food for us.
Toshi moved closer to John and snuggled against him. In a minute, he murmured and rested his
cheek against his chest.
He smiled and held Toshi, breathed in the scent of his skin and hair, still faint with the musk of sex.
Just the memory of the night before caused John s body to tingle. Watching those two men make
love to each other had been an incredible experience. John wished the circumstances were different
and that he and Toshi could just enjoy the erotic experiences without having to worry about
whether these people were involved in a crime.
Toshi stirred in his arms and looked up. I guess we should have breakfast. After we go to the bath,
I want to show you around the neighborhood. He moved away from John and pushed back the
covers.
Okay. John watched Toshi, still naked, pick up the tray. John pulled the covers back, leaving
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space for Toshi to put the tray down. He didn t try to talk with Toshi some more about Kiku,
remembering Toshi's warning; the walls of this place probably had ears.
Toshi sat back down and poured them each a small cup of green tea from a delicate pot. He handed
John a cup and then took the covers off the small bowls. One lid revealed a bowl of steaming white
rice. There were also two bowls of miso soup with pieces of seaweed and cubes of tofu. Other
plates held pieces of grilled fish, small omelettes and various pickled vegetables.
Looks good. John grinned. A different world from what I grew up eating for breakfast. He
picked up his bowl of soup and sipped it. The tangy miso was light and delicate and actually quite
satisfying.
Toshi ate a few mouthfuls of rice with his chopsticks, then set everything down and put his finger
to his lips. He slipped to the floor and began feeling around under the bed. John, try those daikon,
the pickled things in this bowl. They re very good.
John had been in enough investigations to know what Toshi was doing and played along. He
picked up one of the radishes and took a bite, crunching the salty pickle between his back teeth.
Delicious, he said around the food.
Toshi made his way around the bed, feeling underneath. He stopped and his eyes darkened. Toshi
yanked and then held up something. John leaned forward and took it from him. The thing looked
like a watch battery. He looked at Toshi, eyebrows raised. Toshi pointed to his ear, then at the
floor.
John got it. Kiku could hear everything. So, Tosh, what should we do after we eat? He made the
question sound casual.
Toshi nodded. Nothing. You and that bed look too tempting to leave.
He grinned. If this was part of an act, his body didn t know it, especially his cock, which
automatically hardened.
Sounds good to me. He picked up the tray and carefully set it on the floor, away from the bed. He
lay down and patted the empty space beside him.
Toshi s eyes darkened. He didn t seem to be completely acting, either. The warmth of his body
invaded the space, along with his fresh musky scent. He threw the covers up around both of them
and pushed in closer to his lover.
With the touch of their lips, John felt his act fall away. Desire rippled through his body. He closed
his eyes and parted his lips for a deep hot kiss while his hands clutched at Toshi s arms. Yeah, this
was no act.
He slid his touch up Toshi s hard arm muscles. Warm, smooth skin met the pads of his fingertips
all the way up to Toshi s hair. God, he loved the sleekness of it.
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