"Please stop crying, please..." Tatsumi whispered helplessly to the man in his arms. He couldn't stand it...

     It did stop, somewhat, as his partner's sake-flavored mouth found his and stayed there.

     Sobbing apologies gave way to desperate whimpers as the kiss deepened. Tsuzuki no longer shivered in his arms, but writhed, turning to straddle his lap. Hardness rubbed against an unexpected answering hardness as Tsuzuki moved, and Tatsumi gasped around Tsuzuki's tongue, pushing back before he realized.

     This was wrong, so wrong. But Tsuzuki wasn't crying, and didn't remind Tatsumi of his mother at all now, so it was good.