"You only bought the melon ones?"
It was a stupid, pathetic attempt to create a normal, conversational bubble, to hide the fact that I was sitting here, completely bare, my entire body still tingling. And he was just looking at me. His gaze was a physical weight, tracing the curve of my hip, the side of my breast, all the places his mouth and hands had just been.
"Yui..." Jun's voice was a low, strained rasp. "I don't think... I can have a normal conversation right now."
I looked up from the box. His face was bright red.
Ah. He's flustered.
A wicked, triumphant energy surged through me. My shyness evaporated, replaced by the bold seductress from the fitting room. It's my turn.
"Oh?" I slowly, deliberately, began to crawl across the bed. "Then what," I purred, stopping to kneel right over his lap, "should we be doing, Jun?"
I looped my arms around his neck, my bare breasts just inches from his face. His eyes, wide and dark, were fixed on them.
"Yui..." he breathed.
I slowly lowered my hips, letting my bare skin brush against the front of his thighs. I stopped the instant I felt the soft curls between my legs meet the thin, stretched cotton of his boxers. I felt the rigid, hot length of him press against my entrance.
Oh, god. It's so... hard.
I let my hips move, just a fraction of an inch, a slow, tiny circle. His breath hitched.
"This is... dangerous, isn't it?" I whispered, my lips brushing his ear. "To be this close... without... this?"
I held up the box, dangling it from one finger.
His reaction wasn't a word. It was a low, desperate groan. His hands clamped onto my waist, and his head surged forward, his mouth closing over my breast. A hot, wet, devouring sensation.
"Ah...!" He was sucking, hard, his teeth grazing the nipple he'd already tormented. Is he using my breast as a stress ball?!
He pulled his mouth away, his breathing ragged. "Yui... hand it to me." He reached for the box.
I just... let my hand fall back, pulling the box out of his reach. A wicked, playful energy I was still getting used to controlling had taken over.
"Eh?" he grunted, confused.
"Why," I whispered, pushing him flat onto his back. My weight settled onto his lap, and I felt him jolt beneath me. "Are you still wearing these?"
I turned, sliding off his lap—leaving a... oh, a sticky trail on his stomach, how mortifying!—and straddled his hips, facing his feet. I grabbed the waistband of his boxers.
I pulled.
The fabric was... stuck. The elastic caught on the very tip of him. I gave it a harder tug.
It snapped free, smacking against his lower stomach with a wet thwack.
"Eep!" A surprised little squeak escaped my lips.
And then... it was there. Just... sprung free.
It was... oh, my god. It was... so much bigger than I... I mean, I'd felt it, but... seeing it. The last time I saw it, we were seven, and it was just... a little thing. This was... intimidating. It was red, and... glistening... and it was... it was aimed right at me. And it was... long. It was resting on his stomach, the tip almost... is that his navel?! How can... how can something that big possibly... go... inside me?
"C-Can you move a bit?" I stammered, still not looking at his face. "I can't get these off your ankles."
"Ah, right. Leave it to me," he said, his voice strained.
But instead of just bending his knees, Jun sat up.
It happened in one, fluid, horrifying-slash-wonderful motion. As he sat up, my body, which was straddling his stomach, slid down his abs. There was no friction. There was just... a perfect, wet, glide.
Nonononono—!
I landed. Perfectly. My bare, wet center, right on top of his bare, rigid... oh, god.
I was... slotted. My body had accommodated him, fitting perfectly between my... folds. It wasn't in-in, but it was... snug. The tip of him, hot and impossibly hard, was pressed right against... that spot. The one he'd just...
"Ah...!" A sound, not a moan, not a squeak, but a pure, shocked gasp of sensation, tore out of me.
I looked back over my shoulder, my eyes wide with panic. "J-Jun! D-don't... don't put it in! Not yet! Okay?!"
His answer was to wrap his arms around me from behind, his hands immediately finding my breasts, his thumbs immediately finding the peaks and rolling them. At the same time, his mouth crashed onto my neck, his lips sucking, his tongue licking a path to my ear.
"Ahh...!" All three spots... all at once... My ear, my breasts, and... that.
Whatever! Who cares! I don't care anymore! My body, that shameless traitor, gave in completely.
I... I wanted it. I wanted him.
I turned in his lap to face him, straddling him properly. I knelt up, my hands trembling. I reached down, my fingers... oh, it's so hot... wrapping around him, guiding him... guiding him home. I lowered my hips... the tip of him rubbed against my entrance... just a little lower... just a...
"Wait."
His hands gripped my hips, stopping me. "Yui. The... the condom."
Ah. That. Right.
I let out a sigh that was half-frustration, half-relief. I turned, sitting beside him on the bed, facing... it. Now that I could look at it properly, it was... well... I was curious.
My hand, acting on its own, reached out. My fingers, trembling, just... touched the tip.
It... jumped. It twitched right under my finger.
"Eep!" I snatched my hand back. "...You can control it?"
Jun was bright red. "Y-you're the one," he choked out, "who told me not to say... unnecessary things."
Ah... I walked right into that one.
I flushed, grabbing the box. "I'll... I'll put it on."
"Eh? Yui, I think I should..."
"It's fine," I pouted, tearing open a little foil packet. "It's for our... 'anatomy' lesson, right? I need to... study."
I read the little paper insert. Okay. Okay. I can do this. I took the small, rolled-up ring. I held it over... it.
"Yui..." he warned, his body tense.
"Don't move," I commanded, my voice shaking. I placed it on the tip. I... unrolled it. My hand was so clumsy. I had to use both. My fingers... oh, my fingers were wrapped around him, stroking him as I... rolled...
He flinched, a sharp hiss of air.
"I said don't move, baka!"
I finally got it all the way down to the base. There. It was... on.
Wow. It's... all shiny now.
I looked up from my work.
He was already looking at me.
His eyes were dark, his face flushed, his lips parted. The air was so thick I thought I might choke on it.
I let out a shaky breath.
"...Now what?"
*
Click.
The sharp, sudden sound of the main light switch cut through the air, plunging the room into a soft, intimate twilight. The only illumination now came from the single lamp on my bedside table, casting the world in warm, hazy shades of gold and shadow.
My heart immediately kicked into a frantic, chaotic rhythm. Ah. It's… it's really happening.
While Jun's back was turned, I scrambled to lie down on the bed, my mind racing. What's the pose? How do people do this? Am I supposed to just… present myself? Like a… a sacrifice? Ugh, my cheeks are on fire! I ended up in a ridiculous, frozen position, my knees bent and spread slightly. It felt… shockingly indecent. A dangerous, open invitation.
I couldn't bear to watch him turn around. I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart hammering a frantic, chaotic rhythm against my ribs.
The mattress dipped. The old wooden frame let out a soft groan.
I felt his warmth, his scent, surrounding me. Then, a soft, warm pressure on my cheek.
"Yui."
My eyes fluttered open.
He was there, hovering over me, caging me in with his arms. His face, inches from mine, was a landscape of soft shadows, his eyes dark and impossibly serious.
"Are you nervous?" he whispered, his voice a low, rough rumble that vibrated straight through me. He slowly lowered his head until his forehead rested against mine.
Of course I am, baka! "...Aren't you?" I shot back, my voice barely a squeak.
A small, shaky breath escaped him. "Terrified," he admitted.
His honesty was so... him. A tiny, relieved giggle escaped my lips. I reached up, my fingers finding his flushed cheek, my thumb stroking the soft skin. "Good."
"Hmm?"
"I'd be really mad if you weren't," I mumbled, my confidence returning in a small, playful rush.
His brow furrowed. "Why? Were you afraid I... I'm used to this?"
The sheer, innocent absurdity of the question was the final blow to my panic. "Baka," I whispered, my voice thick with an affection so deep it ached. "You stupid, precious, absolute virgin."
A slow, breathtaking smile spread across his face, and he leaned in, his mouth capturing mine. The kiss was different. It wasn't the frantic, hungry claiming from before. It was slow, tender, and deeply, devastatingly sweet. It was a question, an apology, and a vow, all in one.
He pulled back, his gaze searching mine. "Yui… are you sure?" he murmured, his voice strained. "We don't have to. I can wait. I'll wait as long as you need. Forever, if you want."
His words... his willingness to wait, after everything, after I'd pushed him to his absolute limit...
Two years. 730 days. I spent my entire girlhood waiting for him to come home. I had waited in a cold, empty house. I had waited on a desolate beach. I had waited in a silent classroom.
A soft, watery laugh escaped my lips. "Idiot."
My hand came up, cupping his jaw, my thumb stroking his cheek. "For two years, my entire life was… waiting."
My voice was thick, trembling, but I didn't care. He needed to hear this. "I waited for you to come home. I waited for you to wake up. I waited for us to be... us again."
I pulled his face down, my lips brushing against his.
"But now… you're here. You're right here."
I pressed my mouth to his, a soft, final seal on the vow I had kept for so long.
"I can't wait anymore, Jun."
I was done waiting.
His eyes widened, and the last of his hesitation dissolved, replaced by a fierce, answering need.
He kissed me.
It was the final kiss. The kiss that sealed the contract. It was the goodbye kiss to our childhood, to the girl who waited and the boy who was lost. And it was the hello kiss to... whatever this was. To us. To finally, finally being whole.
When we broke apart, the air was vibrating.
He moved, settling his weight between my legs. I felt the heat of him, the impossible, blunt pressure of Jun, just... rubbing against my entrance. He was fumbling, unsure, afraid.
This baka. He doesn't even know where it goes.
A strange, bold energy surged through me. I was the one who had studied the "anatomy," after all.
"Jun…" I breathed, my voice shaky. "A little… lower. Here."
My hand, trembling, left his shoulder. I reached down, my fingers closing around the hot, rigid length of him. He was... oh, god. He was so big. He hissed at my touch, his hips jerking, but I held on. My heart was hammering. There is no way. It's… it's just not possible. It's a question of physics. This is not going to fit.
I looked. My eyes traced the path, from the hand that was gripping him to... me. I guided the shiny, blunt tip to my entrance.
"Yui..." he panted, his eyes squeezed shut. "Just... tell me if it hurts."
I took a shaky breath and, with my own hand, I pushed.
"Ah—!"
A sharp, tearing, burning pain. My back arched off the bed, a strangled gasp tearing from my throat. It was too much. It was impossible. He was... he was inside me.
He was only halfway in, but he had stopped, frozen, his body rigid above me.
"Yui?!" he panted, his eyes flying open, wide with panic. "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry... I'll pull out..."
"No!" The word burst out of me, sharp and desperate. He couldn't stop. Not now. If he stopped, I'd lose my nerve.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking him in place. I yanked his head down, my mouth crashing against his in a messy, desperate kiss.
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts... but it's him. He's here. He's inside me. The pain was just another proof. Another confirmation that he was real.
I felt him relax into the kiss, his body sinking, and then... oh.
He pushed. A slow, steady, agonizing pressure. The tearing sensation intensified, and then... he was gone. All of him. All that impossible length was just... inside me. I was... full. Stretched. Claimed.
He didn't move. He just stayed there, buried deep inside me, his forehead pressed against mine, his breathing coming in harsh, ragged gasps.
"Are you okay?" he whispered, his voice trembling. "I… I hurt you."
"I'm okay," I lied, my own voice a shaky, breathless thing. "Just... let's stay like this. For a... for a minute."
"Maybe we should…"
I didn't let him finish. I wrapped my legs around his hips, locking him in place. I grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him down, crashing my lips against his.
It was a messy, desperate kiss. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop. I could feel him inside me. It was a dull, tearing ache, but... it was him. The pain slowly began to fade, replaced by... a new feeling. A deep, impossible fullness.
"You can… you can move now."
He took a shuddering breath. He kissed me back, softly this time, and then, he pulled back. Just an inch.
The sensation of him withdrawing… a slick, scraping friction… made my hips tilt up instinctively.
And then he pushed back in.
"Ah…!" A jolt, not of pain, but of… something new. A deep, impossible friction. He did it again. Slower this time. Out. And in.
The pain was fading, replaced by a strange, insistent, wonderful fullness. He was scraping against something deep inside me, a place I didn't even know existed.
"Yui..." he breathed against my mouth.
He began to move. Slowly at first, then faster. A steady, perfect rhythm.
Thrust. A jolt that shot straight to my toes.
Thrust. A new kind of friction, a pleasure so deep it was almost pain.
Thrust. My mind was starting to go blank.
If he wasn't kissing me, if his mouth wasn't devouring mine and swallowing the sounds I was making, I was sure my parents would have come running. The world had dissolved. It was just this. The heat. The fullness. The overwhelming, relentless him.
He pulled back from the kiss, his chest heaving, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. He gripped my hips, and his pace quickened.
CREAK. CREAK. CREAK.
The sound of the old bed frame was a loud, mortifying, rhythmic announcement of what we were doing. I couldn't care. My hands flew up, not to stop him, but to cover my own mouth, to trap the high-pitched, shameless moans that were threatening to tear out of me.
Ahh... Ah... Nn...
I looked at him.
He was... beautiful. His face was flushed, his eyes locked on mine, his jaw tight with effort. He was completely lost in me. And he was moving even faster, his hips slamming against mine with a force that shook the whole bed.
Ah... it's... it's too much...
I was... oh, god... I was losing it. The feeling was... it was building. It was coiling in my stomach, a white-hot, electric... thing. I couldn't... I couldn't breathe.
I let go of my mouth, my arms reaching for him.
"Kiss… me… Jun!" I panted, my voice breaking with each powerful thrust.
He looked down at me, his eyes dark and wild. He crashed his mouth down on mine.
The world exploded.
A scream, high and piercing, tore from my throat, but he swallowed it whole. My back bowed, my entire body locking up as a wave of blinding, world-shattering pleasure ripped through me. I felt him shudder, his own body tensing, a low, guttural groan vibrating from his chest into my mouth.
He thrust one last, impossibly deep time, and then... he collapsed. His full weight fell onto me, his head buried in the crook of my neck, his body slick with sweat. We were both shaking, our hearts hammering, our breathing a ragged, ruined mess.
We finally... did it.
We just lay there, tangled together, our limbs heavy and useless. I couldn't move. I couldn't think. I could only feel. He was still inside me, that intimate, perfect connection.
He finally lifted his head, looked down at me, his breathing heavy, and brushed the damp hair from my face.
"Yui..." he panted, his voice a raw, exhausted murmur against my skin. "I love you. I love you so, so much."
A happy, tearful laugh bubbled up in my chest. "I know," I whispered, my fingers weakly stroking his damp hair. "I love you too, you baka."
He finally, reluctantly, pulled out of me. The sense of loss was a strange, sudden emptiness, and I let out a small whimper of protest.
He rolled onto his back beside me, his chest heaving. With a groan, he sat up, carefully removing the... evidence... and wrapping it in a tissue from the box on my nightstand before sinking back onto the pillows.
I watched him, my body still humming, every nerve ending tingling. My eyes drifted down.
He was... resting. Softer now, less intimidating, lying against his stomach.
I sat up, my curiosity, that shameless, wonderful part of me that he had awakened, taking over. I was still sticky, still... his. I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly. Was it... okay to touch?
My hand, acting on its own, grazed against the side of him.
He flinched, a sharp intake of breath.
My fingers, bolder now, wrapped around his length. It was... warm. And so soft.
"Yui..." he warned, his voice a low, strained sound.
I just... held him. My hand, so small in comparison, exploring this new, quieter version of him. I gave a gentle, curious squeeze.
And then I felt it.
A twitch. A pulse. Under my palm, he was... growing. My fingers were suddenly holding something... familiar. Something hot, and hard, and... rising.
My gaze snapped up from my hand to his face.
He was already looking at me, his eyes dark and wide, his lips parted. A deep flush was crawling up his neck.
We just stared at each other for a long, silent beat. The air, which had just started to cool, became thick and charged all over again.
My cheeks flamed. I looked down at what my hand was doing, then back at his eyes.
"...Can we... do it again?"