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How did he get here again? Right, Yuki had invited him over after having drinks together. She had him dressed in a nice suit, she had prettied herself up and shown him what it was like to “drink” and “party” like a human would. He felt like the suit was a little much, but he didn’t want to question her. He trusted her to know more about what it was like to really live , so he played along. He liked a coke and rum, beer not so much, and a margarita was pretty tasty. Yuki also took a liking to the more sweet drinks but when he watched her down some liquor he had an understanding of the appeal to be at a social event and actually have people (or just one person in his case) to drink and party with, and that made him understand Yuki just a little bit more.
He didn’t like the dancing very much, his feet felt too heavy, movements too stiff, he didn’t know what to do with his arms. He watched Yuki raises her arms to the beat of the music and watched the way her hair escaped the clip on her head, her feet expertly moving even in those high heels, and her hips. Choso had to take a moment when watching her because her hips had made him feel something, something he hadn’t recognized. His face had grown hot, hands clammy and his movements felt even more rusty than his first attempt. Maybe it was the alcohol. But then Yuki grabbed his hands, saying something about feeling the music (he couldn’t hear her very well over the loud music) and she placed his hands on her hips and that’s when he froze up altogether.
He was used to physical contact, of course. He’s a very affectionate older brother, especially to Yuji. He was always a touchy feely sort of guy and was not afraid to show his affection for his brothers through his hands, through hugs and pats on the shoulder. But the way his hands fit so well on Yuki’s hips, the way she swayed them back and forth, the way she held her hands over his to guide him to dance to the music had his head spinning. Why? Why is this feeling different? What is this feeling, anyway? But he went along with it, he had the instinct to pull Yuki close, his feet tried to follow hers and he found himself getting closer. Closing the gap between them until they were connected at the hips, Yuki looked down at him with what he could only think was a mischievous smile. He almost had to strain his neck to gaze up at her.
“Choso,” she said with a drawl, one that made his heart beat hard against his chest. Something bubbled within him in his lower stomach at the way she said his name, placed her hands on his chest and followed a path up around his neck. She moved her hips more precisely now and it sent a feeling down Choso’s body, his shoulder went stiff as he processed the feeling but he did his best to just keep dancing as if it he hadn’t even felt it. He still couldn’t seem to find the beat, but something had been growing inside him, something strange that boiled in his stomach and twisted his chest and when he looked at Yuki the feeling only grew tenfold. One of her brows arched and the strange feeling growing between his legs made him painfully aware that she could feel it too.
“Choso…” she said again with wide eyes, losing her composure for just a moment before she gave him that smile that he had grown to enjoy. She giggled at him, holding him closer now. “Are you feeling good?” She teased, but he didn’t pick up on it. He only dumbly nodded, being so open and wearing his heart on his sleeve for Yuki. She laughed, big and hearty, throwing her head back and Choso realized he wanted to hear it again and again and again. She wiped a tear off her cheek.
“Oh my god, Choso! You are so funny.” They leave shortly after and he doesn’t understand why she’s is walking in front of him so closely but when he asked all she said was she didn’t want him to be “embarrassed from people seeing him in his current state.” Whatever that meant.
He hadn’t realized the tent forming between his legs and wasn’t feeling the strain of the fabric against him until they had gotten to the car. Yuki informed him what it meant, a boner (humans have such strange sayings). “You feel good! It means something is turning you on, in this case I’m guessing it was me grinding on you.” He barely understood any of that sentence, sure he could assume when she had her body pressed to his that was “grinding”. He remembered Mahito speaking ill of humans, going on a long spiel about their sexual desires, how most people seemed to lead their life based on sexual intercourse and self pleasure, he said men “think with their dicks”. He had tuned him out shortly after when he started to form his hands into small naked humans and made them fornicate.
“I don’t understand, ‘turning on?’” He asked gently, and Yuki laughed again.
“You feel aroused sexually. Men, like you, get what we call a hard-on, or a boner. You can either ignore it, or you can…well… touch it, make yourself feel good and then the feeling will go away.”
He looks down at his pants then at Yuki again. “How do I know how to touch it?” He saw Yuki’s cheeks go red, and she stumbled into a sentence and it made him realize he had never seen her so flustered.
“You know!!” She could only say, gripping the steering wheel of her car, heat enveloped her entire body and sure, she could understand that Choso was just innocently asking questions because he truly had no idea and wanted to understand. Her attraction to him felt obvious and it was only then did she realize he truly had no clue about her feelings.
“I don’t know, though,” he says gently, looking down again. His hand moved from his thigh to where the bulge is, and he placed his palm over it. He felt a sort of tingle go down his spine and he wanted to feel it again, so he rubs his palm against it. Good. That felt good . His curious, awkward hand pressed and rubbed against himself and he closed his eyes momentarily and behind his eyelids was Yuki in front of him, her hand replaced his as she rubbed over him expertly.
“Not in my car!” She yelled in his face and his eyes shot open, head turning to look at her, breaking his illusion. His hand quickly left where his bulge was and he gripped his thigh.
“I don’t understand, I thought you told me to touch it…”
Her face is properly red now. “Well, yeah but that’s for your alone time! Or with someone you trust to do that with!”
He cocked his head, “Someone I trust to do it with?” It clicked after he said it. “Ah,” he sat back in his seat, thinking for a moment before letting the question spill out. “Can you show me?”
“What?” She struggled to keep her eyes on the road.
“I don’t know what I’m doing and…I want to understand what’s going on with me. And I trust you.” She couldn’t argue with that. She had shown him so much of what it was like to be a human already. It would be cruel though to sleep with the man she had grown so fond of when she didn’t even know if he had reciprocated those feelings. But here he was - asking to understand, asking her to help him understand. How could she say no?
So that’s how he got here, in Yuki’s apartment, sitting on her couch, Yuki on her knees in between his open legs. He got a good look down her dress at this angle, she was always taller than him, he took to admiring her features that he forgot he could look at other parts of her. He couldn’t understand why the view of her breasts, pressed together was so appealing and why it made the bulge beneath the fabric twitch.
“Yuki,” he says when she splays her hands over the expanse of his thighs. She looks up at him and there’s a look in her eyes that he had never seen before. Something dark, something that looked like a want, a hunger that made his words fall short. She runs her hands up his thighs, feeling the heat radiating off of him and her hands get dangerously close to where he’s aching until she presses her hand over the bulge. She sighs, her hand slowly palming at him, the same way he was in her car. He lifts his hips in hopes to gain more friction but Yuki only pulls away and uses her other hand to press him back down into the seat. “Let me do it for you.” He doesn’t know how to describe the electricity that ran through his entire body at that moment. He nods, putting all of his trust in Yuki and watches her hands unbutton his slacks.
It felt strange, a good strange when Yuki releases the strain against him, helping him out of his pants and the underwear beneath it. Her hands followed where her eyes went, pushing his dress shirt up a little to run her fingertips over the dark hair trailing down from his bellybutton. Yuki’s voice felt far away when Choso closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of her soft hands moving across his skin so slowly. “People who have sex together almost always do what is called foreplay,” her nails find themselves running along the trail of hair, dipping lower and lower until she parts her hands to run over his thighs again. “Foreplay is like petting,” she pets her hands over his skin, “caressing,” her palm presses into his thighs and she gently rubs her fingertips over the skin available to her, “and kissing,” she finishes by lowering her head. Her hair falls over her face and her bangs act as curtains so Choso can’t see when she plants her lips onto his thighs. Her hair tickles against him and he squirms and notices the way his dick twitches involuntarily. His skin feels hot and he can feel his blood rushing to where he’s hard and needy for her already. Yuki’s lips trail over him, nipping and leaving searing hot kisses on him, her hands roam back up his body, bunching his shirt up, showing the strong muscles of his torso. She goes further, letting her fingers roam across the hills of his abdominal muscles and up to his chest, the shirt is bunched up at his neck now and his chest rises and falls with each sharp intake of breath.
“Yuki,” he’s quiet, gentle, he cracks his eyes open to look down at her. She hums, giving him permission to continue, “I like this.” He’s not sure what to do with his hands but when her finger trails upwards towards his chest, running a finger across his nipple does he gasp at the sensation and his hand is grabbing her wrist before he can stop himself. He feels the heat in his body increase and when he looks down at her to apologize he notices something leaking out of him from between his legs. His tip is leaking some sort of substance, but it feels good, he wants to explore this feeling. Yuki hasn’t noticed it yet. He apologizes before gently pressing her hand back to his chest, yearning to feel that sensation again. “I liked what you were doing…”
“Yeah, I could tell.” He blushes. She does it again, sitting up on her knees so she’s level face-to-face with him, she gives him a sultry look. She’s enjoying this just as much as he is, especially when his jaw goes slack to let out another gasp when her fingers pinch around his nipple. His eyes flutter shut again, Yuki slides her free hand upwards to his other nipple, playing with that one and Choso releases a moan followed quickly by a gasp. Adrenaline shoots through him and he finds himself arching his back away from the seat and letting another groan fall out of his mouth, he has never felt anything like it before. Yuki continues her movements, watching him screw his eyes shut tighter and bite his lip to contain his moans.
“Be loud,” she says, “It feels better when you get to be loud.” His lips tremble when they part open and he lets out a drawn out whine, opening his eyes again to see Yuki inches away from his face. She was right, every pinch and rub had him releasing sinful groans and every time he did he could feel something coil in his lower abdomen. The feeling startles him and he flinches beneath Yuki’s touch.
“You’re right,” his voice shakes, “I-It does feel better…” It’s overwhelming, when she pinches his nipples again he lets out a sound and Yuki- aroused just as much as him-can't help it anymore. Her mouth finds its way to his chest and she lets her tongue make a trail from the bottom of his pec to where her finger is flicking his nipple. She pulls her hand away to let her tongue take a turn, twirling it around and feeling his nipple pebble and harden beneath it. “Yuki-! Ah- What-“ The wetness of her tongue across his skin makes him shiver, his hands shake and find themselves in her hair, holding her there. She wraps her lips around it and sucks, looking up at him to gauge his reaction.
His mouth hangs open and she notices the stripe across his face morph, it trembles across the bridge of his nose and she notices parts of it begin to droop down his face as if it was melting from the searing heat of his skin. His eyes are tightly shut, his hands ball into fists and his back arches off the couch yet again. The coil inside him tightens and Yuki’s tongue doesn’t relent - in fact she moves to his other nipple and makes good work of that one too. When he musters enough courage to meet eyes with her, he notices the red spots forming across his skin, his blood peeking just below the surface. He had never seen anything like this before, sure, he had control of his blood but he didn’t know Yuki could bring it up to the surface like this and that only aroused him more.
Yuki flicks her tongue before finally pulling away from him. “Perhaps I went a little overboard,” she takes notice of the hickies littered across his chest and she gently wipes her spit away. “Most people like these,” she presses a manicured nail to one of the sores she left.
“Why?” Choso asks with such innocent sincerity. But she only shrugs.
“For me it’s the possessiveness of it, like you would cover me in those to claim me, give me them in spots other people can see so they know too.” Just the mention of possessing her, or her possessing him had Choso’s dick twitch with delight. That’s when Yuki finally notices. Her hands are on his thighs again, closer to where he’s leaking and hard, her fingers dip into the coarse hair around his dick and she glances up at him. He’s staring at her, flustered but curious as to what her next move will be.
“Some people,” She begins, her fingers dangerously close, “They use their mouths to make their partner feel good.” Choso shudders at the thought, if her tongue and mouth had made him feel like he was being engulfed in a sea of arousal, then her mouth on his dick would most definitely drown him beneath the waves and take him away, never to be seen again. “I’m a hands-on type of gal, but I don’t mind the occasional blowjob” she teases, raising a hand to hover over his shaft. (He could quickly figure out what a blow job meant). She looks up at him. “Can I touch you here, Choso?”
He didn’t even have to think, his mouth moved before he could register the question. “Yes.”
Her hand is warm and soft, his skin feels like its searing, almost like he was afraid he’d burn her. But if that were the case she wasn’t showing any sign of it bothering her. In fact, he saw a twinkle in her eye when she finally got her hand around him. Watching with a quizzical look, Choso admires how beautiful she looked between his legs like this, her hand wrapped around him, her pretty hair draped over her shoulders and practically shining under the moonlight that was creeping in through the curtains.
“You’re practically dripping,” she says with delight, and she’s pressing the pad of her thumb into his precum, smearing it gently over his tip. Choso jolts, realizing now just how sensitive he is, he blushes and presses his chin into his bundled up shirt in hopes to hide his heated cheeks. He says her name through a shaky breath and then he watches as she spits into her hand. His eyes widened.
“Why are you doing that?”
She looks up at him. “It feels better, trust me.” And he does. He doesn’t question it when she does it again with her other hand. He doesn’t question the way she wraps her hands around him, one hand pressed his still leaking tip into her palm and she rubs it with a softness only he could trust her with. Her other hand makes slow, precise movements to ensure that she’s got a good - not too tight - grip on him. Her hands pump slowly, bringing the skin up along with it until it covers half of his tip and then she brings it back down.
Something blossoms within Choso, maybe it’s the way Yuki is being so gentle with him, or the way she ducks her head to kiss his thigh and then sink her teeth into the flesh that makes his heart feel like it’s going to burst out of his chest. This feeling boiled inside him, it made his head spin, his hands shake, his lips tremble. The way Yuki looked at him only made it worse, he had to close his eyes, he was suddenly nervous. Afraid that if he looked at her for too long he’d say or do something stupid, he had to turn his head away for good measure.
The experienced woman, jerking him off slowly, kissing his skin and leaving more bites over his skin, brushes her lips against the base of his cock. Choso, not recognizing the sensation, gasps loudly and it quickly turns into another moan. “I-Wha-“
“Look at me.”
He immediately obeys. Her eyes reflect the moonlight, making it look like the entire sky was in her eyes, her mouth opens and her tongue makes a small stride over the base of him, his thighs tremble beneath her weight. Yuki smiles, and as if she was made to do this, she gives him another pump with her fist, her grip tightening around him. “Tell me what feels good.”
How can he answer that? It all feels good, amazing even, his blood rushing in his ears muffles the sound of her voice and his hands find their purchase on her head, tangling his fingers through her long hair. He’s breathless, “All of it. You make it feel good.” He’s positive that if this was anyone else, he wouldn’t be reacting like this, his skin wouldn’t be on fire, his legs wouldn’t feel like jello, and his chin wouldn’t be trembling. “I…I like it when you…grip it tighter.”
Her hands clamp harder around him and that coil inside him is close to breaking. “Like this?” He can only nod, opening his mouth to breathe hard and fast. Yuki jerks him off like that for a little longer, occasionally spitting back into her hand when they had gotten too dry for it to feel good anymore. He stares at her, and she meets his gaze, her dazzling smile fixated across her mouth. “You know,” she starts and Choso swears he could see her cheeks redden, “This is arousing for me too…” His heart skips a beat at that, and it sends yet another jolt down his entire being. This had been just as pleasurable for her as it was for him. His fingers stroke over her scalp.
“Can…is there something I can do?” Yuki lets out a laugh through her nose.
“No. Not yet anyway. Maybe another time.” She lowers her head, her lips centimeters away from his tip. “Can I use my mouth on you, Choso?”
“Fuck,” He lets out a sigh, fingers tightening on her hair. “Please.” She takes no time at all, her tongue laying flat against his tip, he watches precum bead out of his tip and onto the muscle. She swipes her tongue side to side, his thighs clench together around her torso, her knees dig into the floorboards of her apartment and she lowers her head, taking the head of his dick into her mouth and wrapping her lips around it. Just the sight alone has him sweating, chest heaving, fighting the urge to thrust his hips. Yuki keeps a firm hand on his pelvic bone, holding him down with great strength as she takes more of him into her mouth, her tongue following down with her lips. When she pulls away he sees the glistening spit mixed with the cloudy substance releasing from him. He says her name with a breathlessness that makes her thrust her head back down again, humming around him so he can feel the vibration of her voice and feel the slickness of her tongue that swipes over his shaft. Her fist wraps around him again and pumps the remaining exposed skin that she can’t fit. Spittle dribbles down into the forest of coarse hairs and she does her best to gather the wetness up and move her hand up and down expertly.
Instantly, the coil growing tighter inside Choso snaps and Yuki feels the first spurt of cum paint the inside of her mouth. She pulls away, wanting to see him as he comes undone, she lets his hip go and he’s whining, thrusting into her hand that she still has a tight grip on. Ropes of white shoot onto his stomach, his thigh, it covers her hand and she doesn’t stop, watching the way his skin becomes red as the blood rushes over his whole body. She watches the way his eyes cross just slightly, the way his adam’s apple bobs up and down as he struggles to let out words.
“Yuki,” he says it’s so pathetically, pleasure seeping through his expression is quickly bombarded with a look of confusion as he watches the last bit of his cum leak out and slowly run down her pretty fingers. His chest falls and rises slowly now and he’s slouching in the seat, head fuzzy and vision blurry from what he had experienced. “Was that- What was that?”
“Congrats,” she says, pulling her hand away and reaching for her box of tissues on the coffee table behind her, “You just had your first orgasm.” He had heard that word before, now realizing what the word meant. He sighs, his body calming down from his high and when Yuki lets go of him it limps and lays over his thigh, now softer. He can feel the blood pulling away from it now and his head slowly began to become clearer.
Yuki begins to clean him up, wiping away what was released onto her hand first, her hands are still warm when she touches him, and she wipes away the evidence of his pleasure. “You sound really pretty when you cum.” She says it so nonchalantly, as if he had asked her how her day was. He feels his cheeks flush red again, she looks so pretty like this, her lipstick had smeared a little and you could see the remnants of it on his pale skin, where she had kissed him, sucked him, bit him. Her hair undone and flowing over her shoulders, the hair tickling his sensitive skin. He didn’t know what to say.
“Thank you.” He says. “I want to hear you too…if you’ll let me.” She looks up at him through her lashes and smiles.
“Maybe some other time.” She helps him pull his pants back up, not bothering to button them and smooths his now wrinkled shirt. “C’mon,” she pats his knee, standing up. “Let’s get you clean.” He was still incredibly sweaty and he’s suddenly worried that he smelled bad, when she turns her back to him he lifts an arm to smell himself, he quickly gets up when his nose scrunches.
Yuki draws a bath, still in her evening dress she sits on the edge of the tub and lets her hand comb through the water pouring into the tub. Choso walks in slowly, the room already feels hot, or maybe it was just him. Something about seeing her there, doing something for him had him fighting back tears. He didn’t know someone could care for him the way he had cared for his brothers. He didn’t know there was a possibility that someone like him could receive that care and kindness. His footsteps fall short when he enters the room and shuts the door behind him. She looks up at him, smiles at him and shakes off the water dripping from her hand.
“Let’s get you undressed…again.”
“Right.”
He sets his hands on his trousers, ready to peel them off when Yuki is suddenly in front of him, grabbing his wrists and setting them back at his sides. “Let me do it. I want to.” She squats as she lowers to the ground, he steps out of the pants and she folds them and sets them to the side. She does the same with his underwear, exposing him again. The warm steam emanating from the hot water feels good and when Yuki stands back up and begins to unbutton his shirt does he feel his blood pumping again. How is it that an innocent act like this springs up such sinful thoughts? Why had he thought about taking her right here? On her knees again and driving his cock in and out of her mouth, letting her drool all over him. He had thought about lifting her back up, getting up on his tippy toes to kiss her and taste himself on her tongue. Thought about her opening up his mouth and spreading his own cum over his tongue, making him swallow it.
He swallowed hard when his shirt finally came off. When did she finish unbuttoning? Yuki looks at him with a tilted smile. Her hand hovers over his pubic region, fingers lightly touching the hair growing there. “You’re hard again, Choso.” Could she blame him? Her fingers had grazed over his skin, he could still feel the way her mouth moved over his chest and the feeling of her teeth sinking into the flesh. He had gotten a taste of what it was like to know a pleasure unbeknownst to him, he wanted more and more and more . And he wanted Yuki to show it all to him.
He found some confidence and grabbed her wrist, he heard the gasp that escapes her, looking down at where her hand laid. He moved her hand, lowering it down, closing his fingers around hers when she felt his shaft and made her close her fingers around it. His head raises then, and his nose grazes over her chin, he makes a path past her chin and follows her sharp jawline until he reaches her ear. His voice was low, gravely with want. “I don’t think I can’t help myself when I’m with you.” His lips press into the skin where her jaw meets her earlobe and he could feel her pulse increase in speed. “Will you join me, please?”
Yuki, now being the one to struggle to find words, took a deep breath in and found her resolve. “Only if you help me out of my clothes too.” He had seen parts of her, when she wore a tank top and showed off her soft, tan skin. When she’d stretch her arms up and expose the expanse of her stomach, her long, slender legs in short shorts. He had seen plenty of her cleavage, he was eye level with it for god’s sake. But the prospect seeing her - all of her, had his heart thumping and palms become clammy. His hand reaches out and she turns around, pulling her hair up to expose the zipper on her dress. Yuki pulls away from him quickly though before he can begin to unzip it, letting out a frustrated exclamation. The tub had almost been overflowing, the water sloshing over the edge of it when she ducked her hand underneath the water to drain a portion of it. Laughing and apologizing, she lets Choso undress her, pulling her hair over one shoulder again. He’s smiling and his hand places itself on her waist, he watches bumps form over her skin, curious, his fingers run over the bumps.
“What are these?” He doesn’t see it but her face goes beet red.
“Goosebumps, you touching me made my skin react…” He pulls away, scared to hurt her. She senses his concern. “It’s okay, it’s a good feeling. You can touch me.” She reassures.
You can touch me. He grabs the zipper between his index finger and thumb and pulls it down, it opens easily, more of her skin awakens with goosebumps and he notices the dip in the middle of her back where her spine is. He thinks about running a finger down it, feeling more bumps awaken underneath the pad of his finger but he stops himself. Instead he helps pull the straps of her dress off over her shoulders and the fabric falls to the floor in a pile. She steps out of it, turning around so he can finally admire her exposed before him. He keeps his hands at his sides, resisting the immense urge to let his hands be his eyes and feel her, caress her, touch her. He lets his eyes roam, following down her neck and the slope of her collar bones, the way her chest expanded with each breath she took, he saw the curve of her breasts, admiring the marks on her skin that were scar-like - stretch marks, he knew the name of these at least. He raises a hand. “Can I touch you?”
She lets out a shaky breath. “Please.”
His finger runs across the mark on her skin, feeling the silken skin, it looks like it had been parted and revealed a softer, whiter patch of skin and he wants to let his lips feel the velvet softness of it. He lets his finger follow the curve, feeling the plumpness of her breast and he lets his fingers feel over her nipple that was already beginning to harden. He understood then the urge to lick, to place it in his mouth and draw out lovely sounds from her. His fingers press into the skin gently and Yuki lets out a noise. He does it again, hoping to hear it again and he succeeds, she makes a louder noise. “You’re sensitive here too, huh?” He asks quietly. She doesn’t answer, they both already know what she’ll say.
He wastes no time, bringing his mouth to her areola and sucks it into his mouth. Her skin is soft and he presses his face into it easily, his chin and nose fitting into place so perfectly he feels like he was meant to do this from the moment he came to life. He has the instinct to let his tongue flick the same way hers had on his. Yuki lets out a sharp yelp when his teeth clamp together on her nipple and he quickly laps his tongue at it to soothe the bite. His eyes raise to look up at her, her head is thrown back, a vein straining underneath her skin and he could practically see her blood pumping through it. He breaks away as quickly as he had started, leaving a bridge of spit from her nipple to his tongue before it broke. His fingers soothe over the mark he left, apologizing before letting his hands roam over her body. She squirms, placing her hands on his shoulders so she could grip them, holding onto her sanity. He noticed the last article of clothing, a pair of plain pink panties with white stripes across them. His finger hooked over the elastic band, pulling it down to see her hip bone and a sliver of shaved skin that folded into a v-shape that connected to her thigh. He pulls them down completely, crouching just as she had for him.
She’s tall, he of all people know this, but being at this angle he had felt so small beneath her gaze. His hands rest on her calves as he stares up at her and let his eyes roam the same path his hands took but this time taking notice of the small strip of blonde hair that led down right between her legs. Her legs open slightly, letting him get a good look of the slickness that glistened under the harsh light of the bathroom. His hand slid up, moving towards the front of her leg and up her thigh, his curiosity getting the better of him as his thumb slid where her thigh met her pelvis. Yuki brings her hand up to her face, biting on her index finger with anticipation. “You can touch, y’know.” She had told him that he could touch her another time…clearly the temptation became too difficult to fight.
He stares at her, where she’s slick and it looks like she’s blossoming, something sticks out the most and his thumb swipes over it. His partner's legs tremble and she bites harder on her finger, the teeth threatening to break skin. “Again, do that again.” So he does, his thumb swipes over it and she’s wet, incredibly wet. His mouth parts open in admiration at how reactive she became when he touches her, when his thumb presses and circles around the hard bundle of nerves and she lets out a moan. Her hands grip the edge of the sink and her head becomes cloudy. Choso was touching her with such a gentleness and innocent inquisitiveness that her heart began to ache.
She had sex before, of course, many times - but this was different. She hadn’t been caressed like this, no man had taken the time to gauge her reaction and focus on her pleasure the way the cursed object on his knees before her was. She cared for Choso much more than she realized and it wracked at her heart, her fingers on his shoulder clench when his finger slips past her clit and he feels the dip of where her entrance is. Overwhelmed with the blood coursing through her body and her trembling limbs, Yuki grabs Choso’s wrist and slowly pulls it away, whispering an apology. “The water will get cold if we keep up like this.”
He didn’t care about that and it was written across his face, his brows pinch and his lips firmly press together but he nods. “Sorry…did I do something wrong?” She’s already stepping into the tub and motioning him to join.
“No. No, you didn’t. Come.” He slowly gets up and joins her, sitting across from her. He can’t help his eyes wonder the beauty that is Tsukumo Yuki and he doesn’t wish to tear us eyes away. He felt like something he didn’t know was missing had been found, like a piece of him had been cast aside before he was created and Yuki was holding it this entire time. He wanted to experience everything with her, everything about what it was to be human. To choose a human life and live with her, stay with her, kiss her, touch her, smell her, embrace her and never let go. His eyes felt tingly, and they squinted slightly to try (and fail) to relieve the feeling. He loves her and of that he’s certain.
“Choso? Why are you crying?”
He looks up at her and feels a tear travel down his cheek. His hands reach forward to grab hers, bringing them close to his chest and their knees press together beneath the water. “Can I kiss you?”
She breathes. “Yes.” They meet each other's lips halfway and Choso’s tears flow out as if a dam had broken through. Her lips are warm and taste of cherry, they feel waxy to the touch and he remembers she still had remnants of her lipstick tainted on her skin. His hand rises from the water and he cups her face gently, feeling the peach fuzz on her face and letting his fingers slide into her hair to push it behind her ear. Their lips part then and Yuki takes the opportunity to ease her tongue into his mouth and tease it against his lips. He needs no lesson in kissing, it came as natural to him as his curse technique did and he slides his tongue easily over hers in response. Yuki releases a soft sigh and something along the lines of a moan oozes from her throat and Choso needs to hear it again. His other hand finds itself on her other cheek and he’s pulling her close, a hunger takes over his body and he can’t stop himself when her tongue weaves together with his and they’re panting in each other's mouths. The salty taste of tears overflow their taste buds and Yuki’s fingers curl against his chest.
He wants so badly to confess here, to tell her how much he’s grown affection towards her, how much he admires her and not just for her beauty but for her strength, resilience, bravery. She was so much stronger than he could ever be and he wants to know every single part of her. He wants to map the moles covering her body, let his fingers glide over the stretch marks on her hips and breasts, feel her heart beating with his, their blood pumping together in unison, to kiss her and swallow her moans and memorize the sound. He whispers her name across her lips and she says his name back with a huskiness and roughness that makes him want to claim her right here and now. But he pulls away, heart thumping and tears finally slowing their descent.
“Can a cursed object love, Yuki?” He blurts.
She stares at him for a second, her lipstick properly smeared over her lips and all over his face. Her own heart beats hard and she feels a pang of guilt for having to think of an answer. Choso had felt so much more human than a cursed womb and she was certain then that they shared the same feelings for one another. She felt jealous that he was the first one to basically confess his love for her. But she smiles at him, sliding her hand up to his face, tracing the pad over her thumb over her lips.
“You’ve chosen to live as a human, yeah?” He nods. She smiles. “Humans are built to love. So are you.”
More tears flow down his face and he drops his head into his chest. “Thank you, Yuki.”