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Welcome, bienvenido, willkommen
“And that would be the last one!” Totomaru Isshiki exclaims as he puts down the last suitcase he is carrying.
He has sweat running down his neck and pulls over a handkerchief from his pocket to clean it. He’s red from the exercise, but in Ron’s defense he couldn’t know that the energy company would cut the power of the entire square off, thus shutting down the elevators the same day Toto would move in.
He looks happy though, if the smile that has plastered in his face is anything to go by.
Ron searches in the box that says “kitchen”, cuts open the lid and opens it. He looks in the interior and with a quick glance, finds some glasses. He runs the water from the faucet and fills the glasses for both Toto and him.
When he hands Toto his glass of water, their fingers brush against each other. It’s a small touch, but Toto looks shy by the action. Ron likes it; Toto always blushes a pretty crimson when he gets embarrassed. It’s common to see him acting that way lately, but he knows he has a special place in his blushing. It takes no detective to figure it out.
When they are done drinking, Toto begins taking the rest of his things out. He doesn’t wait for Ron to leave, if anything, it’s obvious he expects his help. Their friendship has reached that point, but Ron doesn’t want them to be friends anymore: he wants to take the next step. Kissing, holding hands, telling sweet nothings to each other, making love… He has a lot in mind, but how to give that next step? He has Toto right where he wants him, what else does he need?
Suddenly, an idea pops up from that endless brain. How could he not have realized this before? A smile shows in his face and Toto looks terrified. He excuses himself with the grin still in place and Toto is all but scared of whatever Ron could have in mind. He’s seen too much.
But he doesn’t stop him. If he has learned anything it’s that Ron would never put him in danger. He just sighs like always and waits with a longing heart for his dear partner. He’ll come back when he’s ready, he tells himself.
Ron knocks on the door three times and a tired and half dressed Toto greets him. Pretty, is what Ron thinks as the owner of apartment 405 opens the door fully to make space so he can enter. The room is a mess with several items scattered here and there. Toto’s efforts don't seem to have worked much that day if the scene in front of Toto is anything to go by. Toto catches his eye and starts making excuses for himself.
“I was working in my room! Don’t look at me like that.” He puts both hands in front of him and shakes his head.
It’s by miracle that he notices Ron has a mysterious box in his hands. He asks about it to Ron, but he only smiles wickedly. Typical Ron. The curiosity eats away at him and his stomach is filled with butterflies for quite some time. It’s the Ron effect, it’s something only he can provoke in him.
Toto asks again, the sound almost pleading, and something in his eyes just clicks in Ron’s heart. He gives up and opens up the cardbox that would lead him to Toto’s heart. He’s nervous and his hands are a mess: he hasn’t felt this way for a man at all. He’s twenty three years old, but has never been with a man, no one has compared to Toto before. His heart knows no other. But he’s strong and this is a case just like any other. He’ll see to it,that it is solved. Solving it means that he needs to move.
He pulls out the contents of the box and Toto is speechless. Serpentines and other decorations for the house, along a small cake with candles on the side. When he takes in all the goods he smiles, a beautiful dimple forming in his red cheeks.
“What’s all this?” He still asks, like his eyes can’t believe what he’s seen.
“What you deserve,” Ron says and doesn’t bat an eye, but deep inside he’s dying. He’s smooth in other aspects of life.
Toto grimaces and says, “Yeah, I don’t understand.”
Ron puts on a mocking face but doesn’t mean it and says, “It’s just a welcome party for your new apartment.”
It clicks on Toto then and he feels giddy, his tummy collapsing at the events occurring before it. He doesn’t know how or who will be participating in this party, but he’s excited.
“Wow, thanks, Ron. This sounds so much fun. Who else is coming?”
It’s an expected question, Ron tells himself, but the way his heart beats out of rhythm only proves how invested he’s into this. But really, it takes guts to tell a person that a party will be for only two, not more people coming. Nevertheless he already came with the box, he can’t back down.
“No one. it’s just us two,” he says cheerfully, like Toto’s reaction isn’t eating him alive.
Toto’s eyes widen for some while and he doesn’t say anything. He’s deep in thoughts about what Ron could want, but it’s clear he isn’t lying. That and he’s blushing like a tomato, which is weird for him. He doesn’t want him to make him feel uncomfortable so he just goes along and smiles again at his friend. It’s reassuring, he hopes, but Toto goes back to normal easily and takes out the items from the box.
Without saying a word he starts decorating, mostly because he doesn’t know what to say. But before the mood gets too dark he listens to music playing from the speakers. It’s Toto changing the music with a sheepish expression on his round face.
It’s cute, Ron thinks as he struggles to match the perfect song to their party. Romantic? Rock? House? Rap? Seriously no answer comes to mind, but Ron loves when Toto tries. At the end, he settles for soft rock and he takes some decorations from Ron’s hands to help with the task.
It doesn’t take them long, as Ron’s idea was never to decorate in the first place or spend time on it. They have take out and the cake Ron brought, so food is not a problem either: they are all alone with themselves. What this brings, what Ron’s moves are going to be are all unknown. It’s thrilling and it sends a shiver down his spine. But he can’t deny that he’s scared, he’s never done this. His inexperience could show at any time no matter how much he tries to hide it with his usual charm.
He gulps, whatever, fuck it all, it’s sink or swim.
“So, everything is ready. I say we start the party.” He claps his hands and starts the party.
They sit down at the table by the window and Ron recalls the etiquette he learned at Blue. Toto is seated awkwardly before Ron pushes his chair forward correcting the posture. Toto all but shrieks.
“Ahhhh!” He almost falls and is slammed into the table with food and bottles of wine.
Ron grimaces and thinks how badly he’s messing up. He rights Toto’s back and arms until he’s comfortable again and once he is, Ron grabs the bottle of wine and serves the liquor into Toto’s glass like a waiter would. This amazes Toto and his eyes widen with glee.
“Wow, Ron, just like a fancy restaurant!”
“Anything for you, Toto,” And Ron winks so beautifully that all Toto can manage to do is blush.
He’s a mess of wicked butterflies, trying to eat away at his form, all because one Ron Kamonohashi decided to wink and show his elegant eye.
“…”
He doesn’t say anything and they stay in a comfortable silence for some time. Ron serves the food and they begin talking about their daily lives like usual. It’s normal, but there’s something in the air that screams that it is nothing but that. Ron doesn’t know what to do. How do you approach the man you fancy? Do you just go for it?
Do you take his hand softly? Then grab his head so you shorten the space between them? Kiss their lips tenderly? Bite them when the right time comes?
Ron’s head is a mess. He is supposed to lead this affair, but he’s a big virgin and doesn’t know how. He has never expected that it could play him that badly. He’s practically vaporizing, a volcano in the making, and Toto is one step away from throwing him water. He’s desperate, he’s never seen Ron like that and he admires him, loves him too much to lose him to whatever sickness this is.
“Ron, what’s going on with you? Can I help you with anything?”
He fawns over Ron’s face, but the detective doesn’t say anything and looks ashamed of something complicated and unpleasant, unknown to Toto. He hates it, he wants Ron to spend a good time with him, but he isn’t sure of how to proceed. He’s totally sure that he loves Ron and that the mood, at least on his side, was of someone completely in love. But he can’t say the same for Ron. What does he feel?
An idea pops up in his head. It may be crazy considering who he was talking about, but he’s a man of movement, sorrys later, and he knows Ron will accept an apology. So, he jumps into the void; the dark is unclear but the outcome shall be of flowers.
“Hey, Ron, I’m gonna do something if you let me.”
And Ron for the first time since his combustion, listens and nods. His eyes are closed so he doesn’t notice when Toto stands up, closes in the space between them and kisses him. It’s deep, a touch of lips that screams that wants to be something else, to convey so much more.
Ron opens his eyes widely to see a blushing Toto, who’s giving his all into the kiss. He sighs into the kiss; Toto likes him just like he does, that’s all he needs to know, he can relax. Thus he finally closes his eyes and makes Toto sit down on his lap. Toto does so easily and in seconds he has Toto’s all over him.
They kiss and kiss and kiss again. There’s no stopping them. The food is forgotten, the wine an elixir to fuel the candles of the fire of the love they are feeling. The cake is at one end of the table, untouched, until in one motion Toto is seated above the table and grabs a small portion of the cake so Ron can eat from it. Ron shivers. It’s hot, the sexiest thing anyone has ever done to him. It’s not surprising when he feels his pants tight, but he shouldn’t be horny on their first makeout, he thinks.
It only gets worse when Toto gets impossibly closer and Ron doesn’t know what he really wants. Is it sex? Will he be up to the task?
He doesn’t have much time to think because Toto stops and says, “It’s getting hot, right? This is going to sound like too much, but I really want you tonight”
Ron blushes ten times harder and blood goes down to his groin. He isn’t sure how to move, what to do. Does he take his clothes off now? Do the kisses continue or do they stop? Is he a top or a ….?
As always, Toto beats him to it, takes his hands in his, and asks, “Ron, is this your first time?”
Ron is still quiet out of shyness, but moves his head to indicate a modest ‘yes’.
Toto squeezes Ron’s hands and says, “Okay, I’ll be good, but only if you want, of course.”
Ron is speechless so his only answer is a deep kiss that he hopes manages to show how much this means for him.
“Okay, okay. Let’s first get you out of those clothes.”
And Ron can’t believe it, he’s doing it with his dear and beloved Toto. He knows he’s supposed to lead the situation, what’s what he’s told himself at first but Toto somehow has more experience than what he’s taken into account and so he’s being helped out of his shirt. Then it gets fun: Toto licks his nipples with his wet mouth and it’s all sorts of wonders.
But the real deal starts with his pants. Toto feels Ron up in a way that not even in his wildest dreams he could imagine. He feels up the bulge that’s formed in front of his zipper and plays with it. Toto has the decency to blush, but still says:
“Ron, it feels big, I want it inside me”.
Ron’s erection hurts now. He doesn’t know if he’s a bottom or a top, but whatever Toto asks him, he’ll do.
Toto opens the zipper and Ron is so nervous. When he’s done he pulls down the pants and before Ron can even say a word, Toto puts his hand inside Ron’s boxers. It surprises Ron and the hand is warm against his skin, which only makes him more attracted to his lover. He wants him even closer, that hand touching him endlessly.
Toto complies without Ron saying a word. It’s crazy, but his hand moves like magic. It starts at the base of Ron’s cock and then ends at the tip. It starts slowly, but Toto decides a fast pace is good to leave a whimpering Ron. He’s seeing stars. He barely can’t believe it as Toto kisses him fully on the lips. He’s weak and won’t resist much longer, how can he show this side to Toto?
He wanted him inside of him, right?
“Stop, stop, please. Too soon” Says Ron barely breathing.
“Alright, I’ll do something you’ll really like!” Toto smiled a strange mischievous grin.
And Ron welcomes whatever is in Toto’s mind because he seriously has good ideas and plans. He doesn’t comment anything and just watches as Toto lowers him so he’s seated in the chair and Toto is facing his groin. He knows what’s coming, but his heart can’t take it.
Toto is on his knees kneading his fingers on Ron’s legs, taking care of him before he grabs the base of Ron’s cock and dives in to swallow him whole. It’s so fast that Ron whimpers and his leg jumps, but Toto doesn’t deter from his mission and pulls away to touch the tip with his tongue.
His face is so red that Ron can't help but say, “You are so beautiful.”
Toto smiles shyly and begins a spectacle that Ron wasn’t expecting. The way he plays with his mouth it’s similar to eating a popsicle. He licks calmly but it’s driving Ron crazy and his muscles don’t respond anymore. Then, Toto swallows him whole again and this time the movement is repetitive: he does it again and again until there’s tears in his eyes. Ron doesn’t like the effort he’s making, but Toto puts his hands on Ron’s buttocks to maintain him in position.
This sends Ron on edge and it doesn’t take long before his messy movements become coordinated. He’s fucking Toto’s mouth now and he can’t help it, but Toto looks gleeful and emits sounds of approval. He continues and continues, but he feels the pool forming inside his tummy, he’s close and he doesn’t want to come in Toto’s mouth.
“I’m…I’m close. I need to… away…mouth.”
But while Toto completely gets it, he wants it, needs it, inside him, so he stops his motions and licks slowly from the base to the tip. This ends Ron Kamonohashi and he comes all over Toto’s mouth. He screams, whimpers, exclaims but above all he wants to kiss his beloved Toto. He grabs him by his clothes and drags back up again in a desperate kiss. He doesn’t mind that he feels himself in the kiss, he just wants Toto for himself.
They kiss and it’s so complete that they don’t know when Toto is naked. They don’t have lube nor condoms, so they are stuck in a tricky situation of Toto rubbing his unattended dick against Ron’s legs. It doesn’t take much, but Ron is hard again and now Toto is rubbing their erections together.
“At least we can do this together, Ron. Do you like it?” He asks through whimpers and moans.
“Yes, a lot” Ron pulls Toto for another kiss and they continue moving, swaying their bodies.
Ron is again mesmerized by Toto’s expression and general knowledge, and can’t help but be vocal about unlike the first time despite his better judgment. It’s like Toto transforms into another person.
“Hey, Toto, this was supposed to be just a simple party. How did this happen?”
“I don’t know. It looked to me like you planned it.” And Toto laughs as he moves the hand holding their erections faster.
He bites on Ron’s neck and licks again at his nipples. Ron can only moan; he’s fucking Toto’s hand and it feels like his back will pop open. His heart is going miles per hour. He’s a mess of words, sentences and he touches Toto by where he knows by the book. Toto likes it if his moans are anything to go by and it’s sending Ron over the edge. He can’t resist quiet anymore.
“Hey, Toto, this! Is a welcoming party so…¦ welcome, bienvenido, willkommen! Ugh!”
And he’s coming again, all ugly particles of his seed trashing against Toto’s hand. He limps against Toto’s body and the table, but he doesn’t want to leave Toto alone like that so he grabs his cock and begins rocking it at a fast pace. It catches Toto by surprise, but he’s happy and kisses Ron’s neck many times. It doesn’t take much and he’s done. He moans Ron’s name in his ear with a sweet voice.
“Ron~”
It pulls a chord inside Ron’s chest and they kiss fervently, then sweet as things calm down. The afterglow is amazing and they bathe to clean themselves. After that they finally eat the cake that Ron has initially brought, but with a promise in their smiles.
They don’t have to say it. They belong to each other. They are sweethearts and sex, or no sex, won’t tear them apart. Ron can’t be happier that his dear Toto has finally moved into the apartment: he will have him all for him.
Welcome, bienvenido, willkommen, accueillir, benvenuto are all the words that Toto needs to hear; it’s his house after all.