r.
He never cried, even before he’d become a clone, so this was the first time his tears had flowed like this.
Until he’d met Shuuji, his emotional expressions had been extremely limited, so he’d never felt anything so deeply he’d cried about it.
“I’m sorry, I made you cry.” Shuuji smiled a little, and wiped Koutarou’s tears with his finger.
“Thank you,” Koutarou said, smiling through his tears, and gently hugged Shuuji.
Shuuji hugged him back with those delicate arms.
Their glued-together bodies transmitted body heat to each other.
The feel of Shuuji’s warmth was enough to make Koutarou’s body heat up.
“Can we– do it?” Koutarou asked, whispering in Shuuji’s ear.
He didn’t even specify what it was he wanted to do, but Shuuji understood.
Shuuji’s head bobbed up and down a bit.
With his arms still wrapped around Shuuji’s body, he pushed Shuuji onto the tatami.
“Right here?” Underneath Koutarou’s body, Shuuji had a surprised look on his face.
No matter how desperate he was, Koutarou usually moved them to the bed when they were going to embrace each other, in an attempt not to put so much strain on Shuuji’s body.
But today, he couldn’t do it.
“I can’t wait.
I want you right now, Shuuji.”
Koutarou’s heated confession got through to Shuuji.
“Me too…”
His voice was quiet, but assenting to Shuuji’s will, Koutarou instantly stretched his hand down to Shuuji’s shaft.
Normally, he’d remove Shuuji’s clothes before he started on that, but he had no time for that today.
He hurriedly removed all the obstructions on Shuuji’s lower half, and without any further ado, brought his face close to Shuuji’s crotch.
“Ha… Aah…”
With no hesitation, Koutarou put his mouth on Shuuji’s erection, and a sweet sigh leaked from Shuuji’s mouth.
No matter how desperate he was, he wasn’t going to hurt Shuuji.
He had no intention of forcing anything anywhere until he could get Shuuji excited, and prepared to receive him.
Still, though, he knew his own body was holding on to so much heat that he was reaching his limits.
Koutarou undid the front of his pants, and took out his own tense erection, and then reached down there.
“Koutarou.”
His name unexpectedly called, Koutarou lifted his head.
“I can do it too…” Shuuji offered, his face fully red.
Even Koutarou wasn’t so boorish as to wonder what he was offering.
Koutarou seemed to realize Shuuji was trying to do it himself.
“Shuuji, will you straddle me?”
Shuuji nodded once at the question, and lifted himself up, crawling on all fours to straddle Koutarou’s face, while Koutarou laid down in his place.
Shuuji put his legs on either side of Koutarou’s head.
It wasn’t just Shuuji’s erection that entered Koutarou’s field of vision, Koutarou could see all the way inside him.
They didn’t have any lotion or condoms here.
But it wasn’t a situation where they could repair to the bedroom, either.
So given that, Koutarou lifted his head and twisted his neck around.
“Woah… That’s… Ugh…”
Shuuji’s voice came out in a panic.
He must have felt the wet sensation Koutarou was giving his back hole.
Koutarou was licking him as a substitute for lube, and loosening him up.
This too, was something he’d never done before.
It was enough to lose Shuuji his bearings.
“Wait… You–mm…”
Shuuji’s words refused, but his hips swayed.
No doubt Shuuji was so embarrassed he couldn’t stand it, but it seemed to be turning him on.
Shuuji put his head to the tatami and hid his face in his hands, but his shirt rode up and Koutarou could see his back was stained red.
Koutarou put his finger inside, still licking with his tongue and pouring saliva into Shuuji’s body cavity.
“Haa… Ah…”
Shuuji’s reaction was even bigger than usual.
His sensitivity seemed to be rising with his embarrassment.
Koutarou probed Shuuji’s hot insides with his fingers and loosed them up.
His desire to hurry and be connected made him impatient, and he ended up suddenly increasing it to three fingers, but Shuuji tenderly sucked them all in.
It was proof that Shuuji’s body was impatient for Koutarou, too.
“Sorry.
I can’t take it anymore.”
Koutarou extracted himself from underneath Shuuji, and kneeled behind him.
Shuuji was still on all fours, and Koutarou grabbed him by the hips.


Koutarou licked him loose, and his sopping wet hole invited Koutarou in.
Koutarou pressed the tip of his erection into that spot.
“Aah–” Shuuji arched his back, enduring the shock.
In that moment, Koutarou thrust himself in all in one motion.
Koutarou climaxed instantly.
“No way…” Shuuji said.
He must have understood what had happened from the hot sensation spreading inside him.
He looked back over his shoulder with a surprised look on his face.
“It was too good, I couldn’t…” Koutarou smiled wryly.
He’d cum way too fast, and he knew it.
But Shuuji wasn’t disappointed.
He was still being held tight inside Shuuji’s body, so the strength returned to his shaft immediately.
And since he’d just climaxed, Koutarou had more leeway now.
He could savor Shuuji more deliberately, and this time, he rocked his hips gently.
The semen Koutarou had released inside Shuuji took the place of lubrication, and aided Koutarou’s movements.
Koutarou’s smoothly gliding thrusts brought lusty moans out of Shuuji.
“Ah– Haa… Ugh–”
Each time Koutarou thrust in, a moan that was almost a scream slipped out of Shuuji’s mouth.
His voice made Koutarou’s hip movements more urgent.
Because Koutarou was grabbing solidly onto Shuuji’s hips, Shuuji couldn’t escape and had no choice but to accept the thrusts.
In a state of arousal he couldn’t control, Shuuji continued to use his voice.
“I’m… I’m gonna…”
Thrust into over and over again, Shuuji complained he was reaching his limit.
Under normal circumstances, Koutarou would accede to whatever Shuuji wanted.
But right now, he couldn’t.
Koutarou wrapped his fingers around the base of Shuuji’s erection, just the opposite of what he’d wanted.
“Wai… Wh… y…?” With an incredulous expression, Shuuji turned watery eyes on Koutarou.
“Stay with me a little longer.
I want to cum together this time.”
Koutarou’s haggard face must have really showed that he was at his wit’s end.
Which was probably why Shuuji nodded, even though his face was totally red.
Even at a time like this, Shuuji was kind.
It must have been hard to hold back his ejaculation, but he was still giving Koutarou’s feelings priority.
Wanting to put Shuuji at ease quickly, Koutarou turned Shuuji’s body over, still inside him.
“Wai… Aah…”
The change in position must have made it rub differently inside him.
Shuuji arched his back, enduring the pleasure.
Because they were connected with Koutarou on his knees, Shuuji was now face up, and his hips lifted up.
The unnatural position was unexpectedly stimulating, and it turned Shuuji on.
“Ha– ah… Aah…”
Every time Koutarou slammed up inside him, a heated voice overflowed from Shuuji’s mouth.
Among the echoes of skin hitting on skin, their wild breath mingled with each other’s.
Even the temperature in the room seemed to have risen.
Sweat balled up on Shuuji’s skin.
Koutarou kept shaking his head to shake the sweat off.
Koutarou’s body was once again climbing to a climax, and he tried to anticipate the moment of ejaculation.
“Shuuji…”
When Koutarou called his name, the place where they were connected tightened around Koutarou.
Shuuji’s response was exactly what he’d expected, and in response, Koutarou did a long stroke, and a big thrust both at once.
“Ah… Aaah…”
“Mgh…”
In that instant of release, Shuuji let out a shout, and Koutarou stopped breathing.
Koutarou released another splash inside him and it spread again in Shuuji’s body.
Koutarou only realized it himself after he pulled his cooled-down erection out of Shuuji.
Because they hadn’t used a condom, Koutarou’s semen was pulled outside along with Koutarou’s erection, and leaked out from between Shuuji’s butt cheeks.
It was a lascivious and obscene sight.
Koutarou watched, entranced, as Shuuji’s body collapsed onto the tatami, now bereft of his support.
It wasn’t necessarily because Koutarou had let go of him, though, so it happened at a gentle speed.
“I’m sorry, are you okay?” Koutarou asked, peering over at Shuuji, who stayed where he’d collapsed onto the tatami, not moving.
“Fine.
…Just a little spent.”
Shuuji was sucking in wild breaths, but he flashed a smile, and somehow managed to lift his back up off the floor.
Then he abruptly rolled up his shirt sleeves.
“I knew it.
I thought something hurt, I’m all scraped up.”
Just as Shuuji said, his delicate, white arms had become red here and there from mat-burns.
“Sorry.
It’s because I lost my mind,” Koutarou apologized, reflecting on his senseless behavior, but Shuuji shook his head to say that wasn’t necessary.
“If I had hated it, I would have made you stop.”
“You didn’t hate it?”
“I didn’t hate it.
More like, it made me happy.” A redness bloomed on Shuuji’s cheeks as he answered.
“Even though you were injured?”
“This isn’t enough to call it an injury.”
Shuuji broke out into a gentle smile, like a flower blooming.
That smile seemed to savor every last drop of happiness, but maybe that was just Koutarou’s selfish assumption.
“That’s how much you wanted me, right? Of course I’m happy.”
Shuuji was embarrassed, but they’d just gone over their regrets, so he made the effort to vocalize his feelings.
No matter how much they wanted to understand everything about each other, there were some things you couldn’t convey if you didn’t put it into words.
Koutarou immediately understood how important his behavior was, thanks to Shuuji.
“If that’s all it takes to make you happy, I’ll do it like this every ti–”
“Occasionally is fine.
If we do this every time, I’m not going to have any strength left,” Shuuji interrupted, droll, and Koutarou couldn’t hold back a smile.

– – –

Koutarou picked his newly purchased smart phone up off the table.
The contract was in Shuuji’s name, but Koutarou was paying some of the fees out of his part time translation work.
When he was shut up in the house all the time, he hadn’t needed any cell phone, but they both figured he’d probably have the opportunity to use one more in the future so they decided to buy one.
Koutarou used the phone to send an email to Nagasaki to let him know he was done with the paper he’d been working on.
Last time, he’d been given the next paper the second he announced he was done with the old one, so it was best not to let any pointless time pass just waiting to tell him.
Koutarou was astonished how not just the university’s professors, but Japanese researchers everywhere, were so hounded by papers, and he received a steady stream of translation requests.
When he mentioned it to Nagasaki, the doctor said it was difficult to translate in this particular field of work, and translators as good as Koutarou were thin on the ground.
Word had gotten around, and now requests were even coming in that mentioned Koutarou by name.
The time on his phone showed noon.
Figuring Nagasaki would be here before too long, Koutarou put the paper and his laptop in a pile on the table.
“Done already?” Nagasaki said, opening the door and coming in.
Koutarou had only just sent the mail, he figured Nagasaki was in an exam, and his surprise at seeing him so soon must have showed on his face.
“My day for appointments got switched.
I’ve got operations today,” Nagasaki said, and now that he looked, Koutarou realized Nagasaki wasn’t in his usual white coat, but was wearing blue scrubs.
He’d heard the rumor that Nagasaki was a skilled physician, so maybe he’d been getting more referrals for full-on procedures.


“Well then, here’s what I’ve finished.”
Koutarou took a bundle of finished papers from the stack and offered them to Nagasaki.
“Yeah, thanks for all your hard work.” Nagasaki put his appreciation into words, and accepted the papers.
“Going home already?” he said, seeing Koutarou tidying the table.
“No.
I was going to have lunch at a restaurant…”
“That’s rare.
It’s a first, I think?” Nagasaki looked surprised at Koutarou’s answer.
Even Nagasaki knew about Koutarou taking a packed lunch to work with him.
“Shuuji should be here any minute,” Koutarou answered with a smile on his face.
He’d heard the restaurant on the top floor of the hospital had a great view, and he’d invited Shuuji.
Which was why he was trying to tidy up his important things into a lock box so he could vacate his seat.
“You two are as close as ever.”
Even Nagasaki’s indifference didn’t faze Koutarou.
They were close, and as far as Koutarou was concerned, it wasn’t something to be embarrassed about.
Two weeks had passed already since the day Nagasaki had brought up the name Koutarou Seno.
Nagasaki hadn’t brought the topic up again even once since then.
And he’d also continued to offer Koutarou the part time job.
“You don’t have anything else to say about me?” Koutarou broached the subject himself, the first time they’d talked of it since that day.
Just being able to say it was proof he’d calmed down.
“I said it all already?” Nagasaki answered with a breezy attitude.
“It has nothing to do with who you are.
You’re not hurting anybody, so it’s fine.”
Even Nagasaki couldn’t have imagined that Koutarou was a clone.
And even if he could, the most he probably thought was that it was just a case of mistaken identity.
Otherwise even Nagasaki wouldn’t have accepted everything with such composure.
Which was why Koutarou tried to lean into that misunderstanding.
“In the doctor business, you have to accept unreasonable deaths, even when you don’t like it.
No one knows when their life will end.
You should live how you want.”
“Even if you’re misleading people?”
“Living just to make one person happy seems a pretty cool way to go about it.” He said it mockingly, but he did seem to really feel that way.
Somewhere in Nagasaki’s voice, there was an echo of envy of Koutarou and Shuuji.
“You’ve been going out for a while now, but you’re still going on dates, huh.”
“Is that what this looks like?”
At Nagasaki’s words, Koutarou looked down at himself again.
Shuuji was the one who’d coordinated his look today.
It wasn’t necessarily because they had a date, Shuuji had been picking out his clothes every day for the past two weeks.
Among them were some clothes they’d just bought.
“You even changed your hair, too.
It looks natural on you, that lighter brown,” Nagasaki said, and Koutarou ran his fingers through his hair.
Two weeks ago, after changing his appearance had been suggested to him, Koutarou had consulted Shuuji, and they’d charted out a makeover bit by bit.
The first was quick and easy – lightening the color of his hair.
That alone had made a surprising difference.
Shuuji choosing his clothes was another part of the plan.
“Oh hey.
Try these.”
Nagasaki pulled a pair of thin-framed black-rimmed glasses from the pocket of his scrubs.
“I don’t use them anymore.
The lenses are gone.”
Koutarou didn’t ask why he was doing this for him.
He’d realized Koutarou was trying to change his image, and he was trying to help out.
Maybe he’d even come over right after Koutarou had sent that email because he’d intended from the beginning to give Koutarou these glasses.
“Thank you very much,” Koutarou said his thanks and accepted them meekly.
“Hurry up, how do they look on you? Maybe I’ll fall for you.”
“Alright then.
I’ll give them a try.”
Accepting them with his tone still light, Koutarou quickly put the glasses on.
Since they didn’t have lenses, his vision didn’t change, but they were a bit uncomfortable.
Just then, Koutarou’s smart phone went off to let him know he had an incoming call.
Only Shuuji and Nagasaki knew his number, so he didn’t bother checking to see who it was.
“Looks like he’s here.” Nagasaki realized immediately that the caller must be Shuuji too.
Koutarou had told Shuuji to contact him once he arrived at the hospital.
“I’ll come down with you.”
“Please don’t.” Koutarou rejected Nagasaki’s proposal on the spot.
“Are you telling me not to interfere with your lunch date?”
“Yes I am.”
“You live in the same apartment, you see each other every day, you’d think you two’d get bored of each other,” Nagasaki said, apparently deeply impressed.
“Is that something that would actually happen?” Koutarou asked, his tone unalloyed doubt.
As far as Koutarou was concerned, Shuuji was the one man he’d fallen in love with.
There were times when that affection increased, but it had never decreased, not even once.
That would surely never change, even in the future.
“Alright alright, I get it.” Nagasaki shook his head as if to shake off all this sincere doting on Koutarou’s partner.
“Get out of here, already.”
“I shall.”
Koutarou quickly put his things in the lock box, closed and locked it, and then rushed off, leaving Nagasaki and the meeting room behind him.
They hadn’t met outside since he’d become the clone.
The worry about other people was too much, and even Shuuji had been trying to avoid leaving the house.
But, they’d realized the other day that there was a non-zero chance their current lives would come to an end someday anyway.
So they decided to go out and do more things together, so they wouldn’t have any regrets when that time came.
Today’s lunch date was one of those things.
“Koutarou.”
Just as Koutarou showed up on the ground floor, Shuuji immediately noticed and came over to him.
“Why are you wearing those glasses?”
“I got them from Mr Nagasaki.
Do they suit me?”
Koutarou asked for confirmation, after all Shuuji had a more reliable eye than he himself did.
He’d ended up coming down here without having looked in a mirror, so he still had no idea how they looked.
“They suit you quite well, but…”
“But?”
“You’re starting to look cooler and cooler, and quite frankly, it’s a problem for me.”
“Why is it a problem?”
“Because I’m going to fall for you again.”
He was so cute when he stuck his lips out like he was pouting, Koutarou forgot there were people around, and went to hug him tight.
He was constantly cute, the idea that Shuuji was the only one falling in love again was ludicrous.
Koutarou loved Shuuji more every single day.
“Shuuji, I love you.”
“What is with you all of a sudden?”
Shuuji’s face went bright red, and he glanced around.
The lobby was full of patients.
A confession of love in the midst of all that had Shuuji quite flustered.
“We promised not to hide anything, so I wanted to convey the fact that I’d thought that immediately.”
“I get it.
But maybe not in broad daylight.
Come on, let’s hurry up.”
Speaking quickly to hide his embarrassment, Shuuji rushed off towards the elevators.
The fact that Shuuji never disliked Koutarou’s confessions, but was rather overjoyed by them, was given away by the instantly visible smile at the corners of his mouth before he turned around.
And then Koutarou moved his feet too, knowing Shuuji’d be worried about whether he was following.
So Koutarou rushed after Shuuji, eager not to lose sight of him.

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