151 I Love You
The award ceremony ended at around 11 at night. Sato and Gray left City Hall and headed back home. There was a sullen mood in the car, of which Gray knew that this was coming. Sato's melancholy face started during the Medal of Honour ceremony. The Major General watched his expression throughout the dinner meal and it barely changed throughout the course.
"Hey Sato, do you want to talk about what is on your head right now?"
"I..I was just thinking," Sato turned to look into Gray's beautiful eyes that exuded clarity, "That the next person that may be sacrificed for other's wellbeing could be you. I..I do not like that thought at all…"
As Sato mumbled out the last word, Gray had already moved closer to Sato and planted a kiss on his supple lips. His finger tilted Sato's face slightly upwards, making him look especially vulnerable at this point.
"Sato, I love you." Gray professed.
"I love you too, Gray." Sato reciprocated. With a press of a button, Gray raised up the glass window to separate the front and back of the car, so as to give them some privacy.
"There is nothing in this world that could stop my love from reaching you. Not even death is able to stop me from wanting to be with you forever. I cannot promise that I will not die before you. However, I can promise to love you endlessly until the day I disappear from this world."
Hearing his words, Sato blushed bashfully. His heart beat faster and faster. Not thinking too much into it, Sato unbuckled his safety belt and made his move. Inching closer, his lips interlocked with Gray's. Their bodies were locked together in an awkward position, while they were seated in a car. Gray pulled Sato's white shirt out of his pants as he reached his arm behind and started caress the back. The feeling of his warm hand on Sato's cold skin sent tingles throughout his body.
By the time five minutes had passed, Sato was panting deeply. It was as if Gray was trying to suck the soul out of Sato's body. Even though Sato was tired, he did not stop there. He started to unbutton Gray's shirt, but was slightly clumsy doing it. It made Gray laugh.
As the final button was unbuttoned, Sato was welcomed by a god-given body. The well chiselled six pack body was slightly sweaty from the kissing.
Sato slid one finger down Gray's chest. He had forgotten the feeling of Gray's body from the past. Now, he was appreciating the masterpiece in front of him once again. Gray on the other hand couldn't wait any longer. The tease was too much for him as he ripped Sato's shirt apart. The buttons flew about everywhere and made Sato look even more vulnerable.
"You.." Sato stumbled on his words.
"I can't wait any longer." Gray spoke the truth. He had been extremely patient with Sato and never once initiated on him. The testosterone-filled man had only been receiving kisses for months. Such suppression on him was essentially torture.
Sato took off broken shirt swiftly and threw himself on Gray once more. A flurry of kisses landed on Sato's pale body. The first on his neck, followed by his chest, his stomach and going even lower, right up to his pants.
By now, Sato was long turned on as his small mountain appeared to be covered by his pants. Gray did not proceed to help take off Sato's pants. Rather, he started to use his hand to play with Sato's manhood. Gray's finger made circles around the head. Sensual moans came out of Sato as his lips quivered. He stopped rubbing just as he knew when Sato was about to climax.
Since Sato hadn't masturbated for a long time, it didn't take long for him to feel aroused. From young, Sato's hormones were never as fiery as Gray's and so, he never had any sexual cravings before. Today, Sato was feeling like he was on the moon.
"Hmph…" Sato pouted as he felt disappointed at how Gray had done him dirty.
"Now's not the right time for that," Gray whispered seductively, "Let me give you a proper treat when we reach home."
"Okay." Sato blushed.
At the front of the vehicle, Hank who was driving the vehicle knew what the glass screen meant. He had been working for Gray since the very beginning when he was trained to be a butler. No matter how important the call was, Gray had never once used the button to pull up the glass screen. Whoever that worked under Gray's family had a thorough background check before they were hired. Even when discussing Top Secret information, Hank had the security clearance for that.
As such, when Gray did that, Hank knew it could only mean one thing. The butler frantically started to press buttons on his phone, while his right hand held the steering wheel. He dialled the number. After a few short seconds, the call went through. It was to Potter.
"Hey Hank, why did you call?"
"Um… I do not know what is happening, but Master Gray had put up the glass screen in the back."
"He what?!?!" Potter gulped his saliva. Both butlers were on the same page. Sato and Gray were definitely doing something in the back. And that something was simply too much information for the butlers.
"I suggest that you leave the door open and ask the ladies to head into their rooms. Keep the lights in the house dim so as to make it more private." Hank discussed the game plan with Potter.
"Okay, understood. How long do you have before you would reach the compound?"
"Roughly ten minutes. So, make it quick."
…
Turning into the driveway directly outside the Tobion mansion, Gray saw what his butlers had prepared for him. The front door of the house was open and Hank was not outside to get them. He smiled inwardly. Well done Potter and Hank. I will reward the two of you another day.
"Let us carry on in the bedroom."
"Huh? Ah!" Gray came closer to the young man and lifted him up like a princess as he stepped out of the car. Embarrassed, Sato hugged closer to Gray's muscly chest. He soon realised that there seems to be no one to welcome them at the door and was less bashful.
Each step up the stairs was stable, which made it feel like Gray had been training for this moment from the very beginning. When they finally reached the room, Gray closed the door with his leg and the couple proceeded onto the bed.
