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The Knots You've Tied [4/?] (sequel)

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“Yu… Y-yukiko-senpai,” he whimpered, voice higher than it was normally was. She looked at him, puzzled, and it was only with his almost uncomfortable squirming that Yukiko noticed her current position. She blinked, while her lips formed a perfect “o”; a blush colored her cheeks, and she too was tongue-tied for a moment.

“Well, I… I guess this could be part of your reward, too,” Yukiko finally said, her soft laughter filling the room. Her leg moved away, and Kanji was about to breathe a sigh of relief when a hand pressed against his growing erection. He swallowed a strangled cry, as his eyes flew open in shock. A teasing smile appeared on Yukiko’s face then, and despite his quickly diminishing mental capacity, Kanji couldn’t help but think it looked cute there right alongside the flush of her cheeks.

Her hands, so small and tiny compared to his own, made quick work of his button and fly, and Kanji considered himself fortunate that Yukiko opted to kiss him again now because he groaned when her hand dove into his pants. Her fingers were teasing, like she had been all afternoon, and he found himself unconsciously arching into the contact, chasing the fleeting heat of her touch.

“S-shit,” he breathed, when Yukiko finally stopped toying with him, fingers closing around his prick. The feeling of soft skin against his dick was something he had never imagined before. He was so used to his own callused fingers that he hadn’t thought any other sensation to be possible, and Kanji shivered despite how warm he was feeling.

Her hand moved slowly against him, almost too slowly, and her pattern was so different from his own. Kanji had always been one to try and get things over with; after all, he never wanted the old woman to find him doing stuff like this. Yukiko, on the other hand, seemed fine with taking her sweet time, hand moving from base to crown. Her thumb occasionally swept across his head, or her fingers would dip to play with his balls. No matter what actions she decided on, though, she continued at a leisurely pace.

Yukiko’s lips were pressing butterfly kisses against his jaw, his neck, his cheek now, and Kanji sighed softly, letting one of his hands settle on her shoulder. Judgment dulled by lust, he missed, and when his fingers landed, they ended up tugging at the fabric, pulling it down and off her shoulder. It exposed that same curve of flesh that he had been so infatuated with before, and he trembled for a moment before tracing the line he had wanted to touch earlier.

The softness under his fingertips put the silk to shame.

He swallowed hard, mouth feeling dry, and he heard Yukiko laugh, felt the hum through the skin under her lips. Her strokes picked up marginally, and she started squeezing a little harder; Kanji grunted in response, head falling back against the wall with a soft thud. His nails dug into her flesh, leaving little half-moon indentations along the curve of her shoulder.

“Shh, we don’t want your mother to hear us,” Yukiko chided, but if the smile against his skin was any indication, she wasn’t entirely serious about reprimanding him. Nonetheless, he raised a hand to cover his mouth, as sounds started to come out with less control, less warning.

Kanji knew he was getting close, could feel the pleasure building inside him. A part of him felt bad for leaving Yukiko high and dry though, and as if to amend that problem, his hands started to wander, smoothing over soft fabric and skin alike. He heard her breath hitch for a moment, a soft gasp on pretty, red lips, but then she was shaking her head, brushing his hands away with her free one.

“This is just for you, Kanji,” she murmured, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Yukiko pulled away, withdrawing her hand from Kanji’s pants, and he whined behind the hand clamped over his mouth. She giggled again and settled a little further back. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to leave you hanging.”