My Yakuza

feel good after an afternoon of unpleasantness. He picked up the clicker and turned off the television. Kono made sure the alarm was set and picked up the now, ever-present shotgun and they moved into the bedroom where they removed each other’s clothes.
As they slid down on the bed, they continued to kiss as their hands searched each other’s bodies. Kono’s touch seemed to leave sparks wherever it touched, the way Shiro was acting. Soon, both men were erect.
“Kono, I want you inside of me. It feels so right for some reason, like we become one.”
“That will happen and more. First I wanna suck on your delicious cock and balls and hear your moans of pleasure.”
With that Kono went to work as he travelled down Shiro’s hard body, licking and nibbling his way until he reached the black pubes of Shiro’s crotch. He rested his head on Shiro’s stomach as he watched his cock twitch and move as he traced his finger around the ridge of his dickhead. He blew air towards his balls and watched them react by pulling in and up, then releasing back to where they were. Kono finally lowered his head even more and took Shiro into his mouth and gently sucked the tasty cock that begged for all of Kono’s attention.
As he sucked he continued to roll his balls around in his fingers, gently tugging on them while he reached back and tweaked his nipples. They made love until they fell asleep in one another’s arms, exhausted.
* * * *
The days flew by as Kono and Shiro became more and more comfortable with each other. They explored their mutual psyches as well as their bodies. They watched the news bulletins constantly.
Kono was pissed to see how happy the mayor was to plunk his earthly remains under that damned rose bush.
“Just think, sweetie, most dead people push up daisies. You get roses. Much classier!” Shiro said, making Kono laugh.
Snuggling in front of the TV a little later, Kono was not surprised to learn that somebody else from the Coroner’s office admitted that ninety-percent of deaths in New York did not result in autopsies due to budget cuts and backlogs. He was, however, very surprised to learn that he followed a religion that actually forbade autopsies.
“What religion is that?” Shiro asked him.
Kono reached for his naked lover and said, “No idea, but whatever it is, it got me together here with you. Hallelujah!”
When Jerrell called later, Kono asked him about it.
“I told you, I’ve got things handled. Too bad you’re out of commission, though. We’ve had three jumpers in the last week. Man!”
“Was one of them the mayor, I hope?”
Jerrell laughed. “Nope. Sorry to disappoint you.”
Feeling housebound, Kono and Shiro took two-mile runs in the dead of night, the sleepy streets quiet, except for a distant neighbour’s dog that barked each time they passed the property. They would slow to a walk, holding hands, talking. They always had things to discuss. They’d urge each other on to one final sprint, run home to shower and fall into bed to fuck each other all over again.
Kono was surprised to find that he was developing deep feelings for Shiro. That presented a problem for long-term plans.
One afternoon, Jerrell came out to visit them, bringing pizza and mozzarella breadsticks from a neighbourhood joint. Shiro and Kono fell on them.
“I feel like I’ve been cooped up forever,” Kono said, “even though the company I keep is sensational.”
He sat by as Jerrell broke the news about Siono.
“She’s in the hospital in Tokyo. She’s been in intensive care. She suffered a pretty brutal beating that broke several ribs, ruptured her spleen and liver, and caused internal bleeding to her vital organs. She hasn’t been able to speak since she arrived, but she is responding to treatment and she’s expected to survive.”
Shiro wiped the tears from his eyes.
“Will my mom be okay? Really?”
“Yes, I hope so. My hope is that you’ll be able to join her in Hawaii. I understand from your grandmother that there is an aunt in Kauai who can care for her. When the time comes and we arrange for her to be sent there, I can have you join her.”
“Okay.” Shiro nodded, looking miserable.
Kono wanted to say something. When they were alone again, he wondered if he should try and convince Shiro to relocate to New York City, or did he actually want to consider giving it all up and moving to Hawaii, a state that he’d never even visited?
Jerrell’s departure ignited their passions once again. He fucked Shiro all night, to make Shiro feel better, to make himself feel better, too.
He knew now he didn’t want Shiro to leave, but it wasn’t safe to keep him in New York alone.
He felt Shiro crawling over his hot, sweaty, naked body, straddling him. Kono’s cock was trapped between their bodies, the head poking between Shiro’s thighs.
Kono’s eyes were bleary from their long love-making session. Sweat had caked his eyes closed. He could barely open them.
“Take me like this,” Shiro begged, his thighs hugging Kono’s imprisoned cock, rubbing back and forth.
“I can’t,” Kono rasped. “I can’t fuck anymore tonight.” His body betrayed him however, responding to Shiro’s hypnotic moves above him. Kono could feel his balls rubbing against Shiro’s ass, his cock becoming slick again with desire.
“God help me,” he said, reaching between their bodies for his cock. Shiro raised himself up, their eyes connecting. Kono’s breaths grew rapid.
“I want to be in you,” he whispered, his soul doing somersaults as his cock submerged itself in Shiro’s ass.
He gripped his lover’s hip with one hand, his rigid cock with the other. He wanted to time their coupling so that they came together. Shiro’s ass muscles contracted around his cock. His beautiful Hawaiian man’s head went back. Even in the faint light, Kono knew Shiro would come. He fucked harder, longer…his lover erupting in his hand. Kono shot deep into Shiro’s ass, Shiro crying out, “Yes!” as Kono came inside him.
Kono