Nitori is such a sweetheart! [EXTRA 1]
Title: Between Spring and Autumn
Characters: Matsuoka Rin, Mikoshiba Momotarou, Nanase Haruka, Nitori Aiichirou, Tachibana Makoto, Yamazaki Sousuke, OC
Rating: R-18
Summary: It was summer and Nitori should really put away his dirty magazines.
Note: This is the first [EXTRA] chapter from the original Nanase Haruka/OC series. You may find the previous installments here:
Coastline
Soup-Port
Harbor
Island [ 1 | 2 | 3 ]
Water's Edge [ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 ]
Summer had arrived.
Haruka, Makoto and Miharu were at the Nanase residence, sitting together at the porch to wait for the wind to caress their sweating flesh. They had already finished drinking their juice, eaten their ice-cream and fanned themselves with the best of their efforts. The harisen that Miharu playfully made to occupy herself with just a moment ago was now in Haruka’s hand, the boy sluggishly fanning himself with it, perhaps satisfied with what little breeze it created while the wind took its time to blow over them. How very unlucky they were for having the electricity cut off in lieu of the monthly neighborhood electrical inspection.
“It’s so hot!” Miharu whined loudly as she fanned herself with her hand. She sat in between Haruka and Makoto, both of whom turned to her at the mention of her complaint.
Haruka sighed. He closed his eyes and leaned on the girl, not caring even as he felt her body stiffen from his action. He nuzzled her neck despite the running drops of sweat trickling down there. “What happened to ‘mind over matter’?” he asked nonchalantly.
Miharu chuckled nervously in reply to the quiet boy’s seemingly dry joke. Was Haruka’s body inching closer and closer to hers? “M-Makoto-kun, please help me out here.”
Chuckling, Makoto took the towel around his neck and dabbed it against Miharu’s cheek which elicited another set of awkward laughter from her. She was still thinking that both boys’ actions were only part of a joke because what else could it be? As she tried convincing herself of this unfolding mischief as just itself, Haruka suddenly rested his lips on her neck! He kissed and licked both the skin and the drops of sweat that continued to slope down and if that didn’t alarm Miharu enough, perhaps the mere sound of the boy sucking a patch of flesh and knowing that it would leave a mark got her shuddering, panicking.
“W-What-“
“Miharu-chan,” Makoto called in a teasing, chuckling way as he inched closer to her ear, “don’t worry. We’re only taking your mind off the heat,” he whispered in his usual kind voice that didn’t match entirely well with how his lips touched the small shell that had always been the girl’s terrible weakness as well as his hand sneaking his towel up her shirt with the sole ceremony of tracing her stomach and northward, as if her body was a map and the ‘X’ was written across two peach-like hills.
With tightly shut eyes, Miharu willed herself to keep her thoughts ridded of the boys’ actions. While she desperately did so, one hand had been encased in one of Haruka’s as he continued to lick her neck and then slowly lowering the attention to her collarbone, all the while trailing marks of his own, with his other hand skimming from her ankle up to her thigh with the gentleness of silk sliding against a precious topaz. Makoto, however, had bent over and began peppering Miharu’s face with light, soft kisses that brushed the beads of sweat away and left a blush upon her already red cheeks. His moist lips pressed against her forehead then her temple, down to her cheek then across to the bridge of her nose then the tip itself and just a little more he would have pecked her lips but before he could, Haruka pulled Miharu to him and shot Makoto a warning glare to which the taller boy nodded and offered a knowing smile.
“I won’t steal Miharu-chan away,” he promised.
With that oath, Haruka set Miharu against him so that her back pressed against his chest and her legs stretched toward Makoto, who sat in between the limbs and began to unzip her denim shorts which he swiftly pulled off afterwards. Haruka turned Miharu’s face toward him and claimed her lips with an intention that almost mirrored the lust-stained ardor the girl glimpsed in his eyes for a quick second before the impact and was currently experiencing through his fingers which moved with such focused yet rough dexterity to untie her white summer blouse’s straps. Having bared Miharu halfway, Makoto easily lifted her legs up and kissed her knees and the back of each, kissing and licking up to her inner thighs whilst leaving his own marks that were truly in contrast with the paleness of the girl’s sweating skin. Haruka finally undid Miharu’s blouse, the article slipping just low enough to barely cover her chest. He brushed her hair to the side and promptly took her hand in his once more, kissing her nape now and from shear possessiveness, leaving yet another reminder of such. Makoto slid a finger into the girl’s underwear to teasingly tug at the garter and in the process, meriting moans produced from the joint chorus of his finger and Haruka’s lips.
“Ah-“
The cut remark naturally interrupted the two from doing anything more to the limp, panting body in between them. The guests had come from the garden, it seemed, and were now standing before the three with mild surprise painted on their faces. With his lips still on Miharu’s nape, Haruka stared at a terribly blushing yet unresponsive Rin and the ever cool and stoic Sousuke beside him. Makoto reacted differently than his best friend as he awkwardly, almost panicky, looked back and forth at the visitors and Haruka.
Amidst the intensifying summer heat and the hotness that the two boys’ touches flared across her body, Miharu weakly looked up at the blurring images of Rin’s and Sousuke’s shadowy silhouettes against the backdrop of that sunny afternoon. There was something strange about the two that her eyes drearily focused on; on their lower halves. She wasn’t at all aware of one of her bra strap slipping off one shoulder and the way the guests watched her panting, gazing at her slightly parted lips and her awfully red cheeks. Her completely unknowing and utter disheveled self was temptation inviting.
There was a stifling silence as Rin stared at Haruka wordlessly. The quiet boy’s ocean eyes were as calm as ever yet a stray glint of some sort of secret was staining the tranquility; a secret that painted a grin on Rin’s face as he understood, a very rare and clandestine offer open for him and Sousuke and which, apparently, had opened earlier for Makoto.
“Haru’s in a good mood today,” Rin coolly told Sousuke as he simply walked over and, as if it was a job reserved just for him, pulled Miharu’s blouse over her head and tossed it into the room behind the three while Haruka proceeded to unhook and remove the girl’s bra which joined in the pile with her tossed blouse.
Without any protests, Sousuke followed after Rin. They watched as Haruka pulled Miharu toward himself again but this time making her face him, setting her on her knees and letting her clutch on his shirt for support. In such a position, it was inevitable for the other three not to stare at the exposed skin of Miharu’s back, and for the girl to yelp in surprise.
“H-Haru-!”
But the boy had claimed her lips before she could say anything more. Rin and Sousuke each took a side, the former kissing one shoulder blade and cupping a plump breast while the latter nibbled one ear and seized the other mound. Makoto, with enough chance now, pulled down the underwear he was playing with earlier and spread the legs he so painstakingly marked to look in between them and savor the scent and the image that revealed before him. All of them heard Miharu moan into Haruka’s mouth and Haruka himself tasted the desire and confusion that coated Miharu’s tongue which slid and danced against his lead.
Through his peripheral vision, Sousuke could see Haruka’s and Miharu’s meshing lips and the picture irked him somehow, so much so that it urged him to pull Miharu over to him none too gently, halting the rest’s prodding touches. Surprisingly, Haruka didn’t protest and had only let him do whatever.
Her back against Sousuke’s oh so muscular chest, Miharu struggled at first but when Sousuke finally held her legs up, making sure to spread them wide enough for the others to peer into her most private part, her whole body completely froze in place as Rin sneaked in front of her and lowered his head to that sensitive area. Her body trembled from the very unfamiliar sensation of a tongue violating her and wriggling against her walls, lapping up whatever oozed out of her which coated her nether lips, on the very tiny, growing pubes that brushed lightly against Rin’s face.
“You shaved, hmm?” Rin teased against her private. “That’s really cute.” The hint of breath that blew from his chuckles then tickled Miharu, leaving the fine hairs of her body to stand on end and Sousuke noticed this; he noticed it while he sucked on her neck. He marked her alongside almost all of what Haruka left earlier on and a sense of triumph swelled and unfurled within him.
Despite the change of positions, Haruka stayed by Miharu’s side and kissed her deeply once more, receiving and drowning out the moans played out by the others’ individual actions to her body. She moaned louder when he sucked her tongue and toyed with one of her breasts, curling her nipple to every flick of his finger. The other nub, Miharu felt, was trapped inside Makoto’s warm mouth. His tongue was so hot that for every lick on her nub, she felt every bit of herself tremble more and more, giving the boy in between her legs more reason to enjoy her from his position. Rin matched the movement of his tongue with the slow insertion of a finger into the tiny quivering hole beneath the one he relished. When the girl gasped, Haruka, taking advantage of the reaction, tugged her closer to him and sucked her tongue more. Miharu tried pushing him away but her whole body staggered under the hands and mouths of the others. Instead, her hands were trapped in Haruka’s own tightly as if he was steadying her and keeping her from falling.
“AH!” Miharu shouted in pain when Sousuke bit her neck, sending a shock of strange pleasure through the boys’ ears. Haruka continued to play with Miharu’s breast as he now panted against her cheek while she leaned against him and whimpered from Sousuke’s persistent yet light bites that left their own significant marks alongside the reds.
As if that wasn’t enough, Makoto, in the midst of leaving marks on the breast he had been indulging, joined Rin and sneaked one finger into the girl, rubbing and curling together with Rin’s own, feeling her becoming hotter and wetter from each and every prod.
All of them stripped their shirts off and unzipped their pants and freed their hardened lengths out in the open. It was clear that Miharu had no strength left within her to protest and thrash about which tempted all of them, especially Sousuke, who gave in and lifted her to his chiseled abdomen as he lied down on the wooden floor. Haruka had backed away to watch the unfolding scene before him. He, along with Makoto and Rin, watched with bated breath when Sousuke, his hands on Miharu’s waist, eased the girl down on his prominent length. Miharu cried.
“Tight…!” Sousuke moaned. The pleasure of being sucked in showed on his appreciative grin, his teeth grinding like how his length did within Miharu’s core. The girl was breathing hard, but it was all music to his ears.
Northward of Sousuke’s head stood Haruka, back against a wall of air, watching with little to nothing emotion on his face as Sousuke pounded into Miharu. There were tears streaking down her reddened face and her hair had become an utter mess, her bangs sticking to her sweat-sheened forehead. Seeing her upright despite the violation, Haruka marveled at the sight of scarlet marks all over her body - it was beautiful, she was, and her trembling, wanton voice.
And just as Sousuke pulled her down so she could get on all fours above him, Rin advanced behind her and rammed himself into the hole he and Makoto were playing with just a moment ago. Miharu cried again and moaned and sighed, very heavily, when Rin and Sousuke entered and left her in a peculiar yet synchronized motion, even more so when Makoto settled himself beside them, taking one of her hands to steady her from the rough gyrating poundings and then lasciviously sucking her fingers, licking them as well as the spaces in between. The warmth of his saliva sliding down her hand to her bare arm felt like searing lava pouring down porcelain - intense, erotic. Miharu had come yet the boys carried on, over and over, and Haruka simply sat and stared.
How many times did Rin and Sousuke thrust themselves into Miharu’s innocent and fragile body? Makoto’s tongue in between her small fingers? Cries and moans from her lovely mouth? As Haruka pondered, the girl looked up at him with tears in her beautiful eyes. Her lips parted.
“H-Haruuu…” she managed to call out before she sighed from Rin’s teasing fingers which aroused the tiny sensitive bud that already brushed against Sousuke’s impaling length.
Taking heed of his girlfriend’s call, Haruka kneeled over Sousuke’s head to get to Miharu, cupping her tear-stained cheeks. He licked the tears that had already fallen as well as those that threatened to flow. He peppered her face with warm, wet kisses and shifted to bite her left ear while he gently played with the other with his nimble fingers. He was so close to her, so close that as he bit and licked her ear, Miharu, with her head bowed slightly from the teasing action, stared right at Haruka’s proud and pulsating length. It looked so strange, hard and hailed with pubes. She thought that Haruka must have forgotten to shave again but she liked his however it was. Then she noticed the tip was leaking despite the blurriness of her vision, and yet she also found it fascinating, almost delicious, like a delicacy that she wanted to devour.
While the rest pampered her, Miharu pulled away from Haruka and looked up at him. With a hoarse and shaky voice, she whispered, “I want it.”
It took Haruka a long while to realize what she meant but when he finally did, he quietly moved back and angled himself against her lips. She kissed it first, from the base up to the tip. The second her little pink tongue peeked out from in between her lips, Haruka felt himself stiffen even more. Gradually and so very carefully, Miharu licked around it and just when it was wet enough, she engulfed it whole, sucking and moaning. From underneath, Sousuke saw, with perfect clarity, Haruka’s penetrating private in and out of Miharu’s mouth. Trails of her saliva slid down her neck to her chest, drops of it even rained on his face but that wasn’t really what pissed him off. It was how Miharu sounded, sucking Haruka off, enjoying every bit of him. She sounded so magnificent, looked so very tempting and, from the drops of saliva that fell on his lips, tasted so very exquisite with Haruka in her mouth. The very scene above him edged him to glide his hands up from Miharu’s waist to her swaying breasts, kneading them sensually which added a melody of his own to her already symphonic moans.
Rin laughed, low and almost mocking. “Even if you share Miharu, you don’t like sharing her mouth, huh?” he said to Haruka, who glared at him as best as he could. The way Miharu sucked him made it difficult to express any other emotions aside from pleasure.
From the side, Makoto chuckled. “Haru has the right to receive special treatment. Miharu-chan’s his girlfriend, after all,” he replied simply. Afterwards, he bit and sucked on Miharu’s wrist then up her arm whilst encasing his own length in his other hand to pleasure himself indefinitely.
Despite Rin’s accusation and Makoto’s defense, Haruka couldn’t really bring himself to abuse Miharu. As she continued to pamper his length, Haruka restrained himself from thrusting into her mouth and when he did, for a few times, it was only by accident. How could he completely stop himself from savoring Miharu’s steaming, wet mouth? It was impossible.
Rin and Sousuke finally released into Miharu - hot, thick and filling up to the brim until they spilled - and the trembling body also had its fair share from Makoto, right across the back and Haruka, down her throat and on the walls of her mouth. It was a flurry of heat and sweat and moving about until Miharu found herself straddling Haruka, who sat on the dinner table, with Makoto behind her. The length that had been in her mouth just a few seconds ago was now violating her, stirring together with Makoto’s up the other hole. Behind Haruka, kneeling on each side of him, Rin and Sousuke each took a nub into their hot mouths and sucked as though milk would come out. Greedily, Sousuke sneaked a hand in between Haruka’s and Miharu’s bodies and conducted his fingers to pamper the ever throbbing bud that then grew with so much desire. Racing with Sousuke’s fingers, Haruka pulled Miharu’s face to him and claimed her lips, kissing her deeply with his tongue erotically pressing and sliding against her own, almost tasting himself the deeper he kissed her. Makoto moved in a steady pace until Haruka’s suddenly went wild and his did, too, and Rin and Sousuke continued to vigorously play with the girl’s breasts and her little bud of nerves until Miharu let out the sweetest, most melodious moan they had ever heard leave her lovely lips.
They took turns violating her, filling her up, biting her flesh and coating every inch of her in their saliva and releases, over and over and over. The intense mix of pain and pleasure overwhelmed her just as much as they enjoyed her moans and tears and, whenever they had asked her if she felt good, the answer, “More!” for it was always the right reply to them - they who wanted to do just that. The mere way of her shuddering whenever she had reached her limit was sexy and tempting enough to make the boys stiffen and thrust into her without letting her rest for even a second. It was summer, and yet the heat of their recklessness had made them forget all together.
Then everything had gone blank.
When Miharu came to, she was lying on a bed. Every inch of her body ached but there was a comforting, tingling sensation that stayed and chorused with the staccatos of her heart. Haruka hovered over her and kissed her deeply once more, the gentlest he could manage. He trailed his tongue down her jaw and collarbone, to her chest and abdomen, all the while leaving marks over those made by the others. Miharu propped herself up with her elbows and gazed at the mop of black hair down her body, moist lips against her stomach - a whisper.
“You’re mine.”
~
“AHHHHHHHHHH!”
Aiichirou pants breathlessly, his heart close to wreckage. He wonders, panicked, why he just had that dream. He looks around and finds the naughty magazine he had been reading the night before. It takes a long while for his mind to wrap around the thought and, finally, he hides the publication under his pillow and gets up from bed.
“Nitori-senpai?” Momotarou calls from the upper bunk. He rubs his eyes sleepily as he sits up and yawns after. Aiichirou looks up at him. “Were you screaming?”
“Yeah…” Aiichirou mumbles awkwardly.
“Your face is red, senpai.”
“R-Really?”
Momotarou nods. He climbs down from his bed and settles himself on the lower bunk. “What is it? Do you have a cold?”
The younger boy’s eyes are so full of concern that Aiichirou can’t bear to lie to him. So, of course, he doesn’t, and narrates the whole nightly tale to him.
It’s summer now, and Aiichirou’s last in Samezuka Academy. There’s a joint practice with the Iwatobi team that day and everyone is already at the pool, up and running - swimming, rather. But everything is going well and peachy, until five visitors unexpectedly appear.
“I feel so old suddenly,” Miharu remarks with a chuckle. She’s standing in between Haruka and Rin, and Makoto and Sousuke by the two’s sides respectively.
“I feel like we didn’t graduate at all,” Makoto replies with his own chuckle. He’s just happy that they had the chance to visit and see the others. That, and because Haruka is controlling himself really well that day, being considerate and reminding himself that he doesn’t want to interrupt the others’ training by jumping in the water with them.
With his back to the group, Aiichirou carefully avoids them. Unfortunately, he’s somewhere very close to them and he needs to inch away from behind them as soundlessly as he can until-
“ACHOO!”
Haruka and Rin look at Miharu in between them. The girl’s sneeze somehow echoed in the gym but the latter notices something stranger than that.
“Hey, Miharu.”
“Hmm?”
Rin points at her. “What’s that mark on your neck?”
Hearing Rin’s question, Makoto and Sousuke lean over to see. Indeed, there’s a red mark on a backdrop of milk.
“It’s from a mosquito bite. I scratched too much and it left a scar,” Miharu explains awkwardly. Rin and Sousuke glance at each other before they stare at Haruka and then Miharu, mischievous smiles creeping up to their faces.
Chuckling impishly, Rin comments, “A mosquito, you say? Are you sure about that?”
Haruka, Makoto and Miharu stare at him wordlessly.
“Ah, ah,” Sousuke adds in a dry joking tone, “and I thought Haru is only talented in the water.”
There’s a moment of silence before a squeak escapes from Makoto and Haruka, still clueless, finds his best friend blushing really hard. On his other side, he sees Miharu blushing a little as well. Rin and Sousuke are grinning and snickering to each other now, although the latter seems forced.
Miharu laughs haltingly. “That’s-“
“MIHARU-SAN!”
The group whirls around from Aiichirou’s outburst. Why they didn’t notice him behind them earlier, they do not know, but that doesn’t really change the fact that he’s there and holding a piece of tissue toward Miharu, who takes it cautiously. Sousuke notices Aiichirou’s red face.
“Your face is red,” Sousuke points out for the others to see. “Are you okay?”
Aiichirou freezes. “T-That’s, um… You see…”
As if on cue, Momotarou appears from the side and casually starts, “Nitori-senpai had this dream about you guys and Miharu-san-“
“AHHH! I TOLD YOU NOT TO SAY IT!” Aiichirou bursts, slapping a hand across Momotarou’s mouth to shut him up.
Tilting her head, Miharu points to herself cluelessly. “Me?”
Haruka, Makoto, Rin and Sousuke stare fixedly at Aiichirou and his absolutely red face then. Before any of them could react, Aiichirou clamps a hand on Momotarou’s wrist and drags him to the other side of the pool, pulling the younger boy with him as he jumps into the water. The five quietly stare at the bubbles breaking on the water’s surface.
Later on, Haruka, Makoto and Miharu take their leave and Rin and Sousuke decide to visit Aiichirou and Momotarou’s shared dorm room.
“Momo’s desk looks neater than Nitori’s,” Sousuke observes aloud as he inspects the two study tables while Rin seats himself on Aiichirou’s bed. When Sousuke turns around, he glimpses a magazine’s end peeking out from underneath Aiichirou’s pillow. He points at it and Rin turns toward the direction. “Look.”
They pull the magazine out and notice a folded page, its end straying from the others. They turn to that section and unfold the page. Across the sheet, they see a very naughty picture of a girl being ‘pampered’ by four guys. They stare at the page blankly until both of them remember what Momotarou was trying to tell them earlier and all at once, Rin’s face becomes red from embarrassment, prompting him to throw the magazine back under the pillow and standing up from the bed, alarmed. Unlike Rin, Sousuke doesn’t react and isn’t even remotely shocked, just sitting there on the bed. He seems to be thinking though.
Sousuke strokes his chin. “I don’t think Miharu can handle-“
Much like Aiichirou to Momotarou, Rin slaps a hand over Sousuke’s mouth and ultimately stops him from saying anything more. “DON’T YOU DARE SAY IT!”
Meanwhile, walking along the usual path home, Miharu sneezes again and earns both Haruka’s and Makoto’s attention.
“Someone must be talking about you,” Makoto jokes.
Miharu laughs softly. “I wonder.”
Quietly, Haruka stares at Miharu’s smile under the spotlight of the same sunset radiance that carries some of his and the girl’s secret memories. Hidden from Makoto’s eyes, Haruka extends his pinky beside him discreetly and feels the ever familiar sensation of Miharu’s index finger lacing around it. It has become second nature now, being together.
Looking ahead, at the setting sun shared by countless billions, with the special warmth wound around his pinky, Haruka decides that he can never, ever share Miharu’s gentle touch, her sunset smile - everything about her, and that summer, and all of what will follow.
Characters: Matsuoka Rin, Mikoshiba Momotarou, Nanase Haruka, Nitori Aiichirou, Tachibana Makoto, Yamazaki Sousuke, OC
Rating: R-18
Summary: It was summer and Nitori should really put away his dirty magazines.
Note: This is the first [EXTRA] chapter from the original Nanase Haruka/OC series. You may find the previous installments here:
Coastline
Soup-Port
Harbor
Island [ 1 | 2 | 3 ]
Water's Edge [ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 ]
Summer had arrived.
Haruka, Makoto and Miharu were at the Nanase residence, sitting together at the porch to wait for the wind to caress their sweating flesh. They had already finished drinking their juice, eaten their ice-cream and fanned themselves with the best of their efforts. The harisen that Miharu playfully made to occupy herself with just a moment ago was now in Haruka’s hand, the boy sluggishly fanning himself with it, perhaps satisfied with what little breeze it created while the wind took its time to blow over them. How very unlucky they were for having the electricity cut off in lieu of the monthly neighborhood electrical inspection.
“It’s so hot!” Miharu whined loudly as she fanned herself with her hand. She sat in between Haruka and Makoto, both of whom turned to her at the mention of her complaint.
Haruka sighed. He closed his eyes and leaned on the girl, not caring even as he felt her body stiffen from his action. He nuzzled her neck despite the running drops of sweat trickling down there. “What happened to ‘mind over matter’?” he asked nonchalantly.
Miharu chuckled nervously in reply to the quiet boy’s seemingly dry joke. Was Haruka’s body inching closer and closer to hers? “M-Makoto-kun, please help me out here.”
Chuckling, Makoto took the towel around his neck and dabbed it against Miharu’s cheek which elicited another set of awkward laughter from her. She was still thinking that both boys’ actions were only part of a joke because what else could it be? As she tried convincing herself of this unfolding mischief as just itself, Haruka suddenly rested his lips on her neck! He kissed and licked both the skin and the drops of sweat that continued to slope down and if that didn’t alarm Miharu enough, perhaps the mere sound of the boy sucking a patch of flesh and knowing that it would leave a mark got her shuddering, panicking.
“W-What-“
“Miharu-chan,” Makoto called in a teasing, chuckling way as he inched closer to her ear, “don’t worry. We’re only taking your mind off the heat,” he whispered in his usual kind voice that didn’t match entirely well with how his lips touched the small shell that had always been the girl’s terrible weakness as well as his hand sneaking his towel up her shirt with the sole ceremony of tracing her stomach and northward, as if her body was a map and the ‘X’ was written across two peach-like hills.
With tightly shut eyes, Miharu willed herself to keep her thoughts ridded of the boys’ actions. While she desperately did so, one hand had been encased in one of Haruka’s as he continued to lick her neck and then slowly lowering the attention to her collarbone, all the while trailing marks of his own, with his other hand skimming from her ankle up to her thigh with the gentleness of silk sliding against a precious topaz. Makoto, however, had bent over and began peppering Miharu’s face with light, soft kisses that brushed the beads of sweat away and left a blush upon her already red cheeks. His moist lips pressed against her forehead then her temple, down to her cheek then across to the bridge of her nose then the tip itself and just a little more he would have pecked her lips but before he could, Haruka pulled Miharu to him and shot Makoto a warning glare to which the taller boy nodded and offered a knowing smile.
“I won’t steal Miharu-chan away,” he promised.
With that oath, Haruka set Miharu against him so that her back pressed against his chest and her legs stretched toward Makoto, who sat in between the limbs and began to unzip her denim shorts which he swiftly pulled off afterwards. Haruka turned Miharu’s face toward him and claimed her lips with an intention that almost mirrored the lust-stained ardor the girl glimpsed in his eyes for a quick second before the impact and was currently experiencing through his fingers which moved with such focused yet rough dexterity to untie her white summer blouse’s straps. Having bared Miharu halfway, Makoto easily lifted her legs up and kissed her knees and the back of each, kissing and licking up to her inner thighs whilst leaving his own marks that were truly in contrast with the paleness of the girl’s sweating skin. Haruka finally undid Miharu’s blouse, the article slipping just low enough to barely cover her chest. He brushed her hair to the side and promptly took her hand in his once more, kissing her nape now and from shear possessiveness, leaving yet another reminder of such. Makoto slid a finger into the girl’s underwear to teasingly tug at the garter and in the process, meriting moans produced from the joint chorus of his finger and Haruka’s lips.
“Ah-“
The cut remark naturally interrupted the two from doing anything more to the limp, panting body in between them. The guests had come from the garden, it seemed, and were now standing before the three with mild surprise painted on their faces. With his lips still on Miharu’s nape, Haruka stared at a terribly blushing yet unresponsive Rin and the ever cool and stoic Sousuke beside him. Makoto reacted differently than his best friend as he awkwardly, almost panicky, looked back and forth at the visitors and Haruka.
Amidst the intensifying summer heat and the hotness that the two boys’ touches flared across her body, Miharu weakly looked up at the blurring images of Rin’s and Sousuke’s shadowy silhouettes against the backdrop of that sunny afternoon. There was something strange about the two that her eyes drearily focused on; on their lower halves. She wasn’t at all aware of one of her bra strap slipping off one shoulder and the way the guests watched her panting, gazing at her slightly parted lips and her awfully red cheeks. Her completely unknowing and utter disheveled self was temptation inviting.
There was a stifling silence as Rin stared at Haruka wordlessly. The quiet boy’s ocean eyes were as calm as ever yet a stray glint of some sort of secret was staining the tranquility; a secret that painted a grin on Rin’s face as he understood, a very rare and clandestine offer open for him and Sousuke and which, apparently, had opened earlier for Makoto.
“Haru’s in a good mood today,” Rin coolly told Sousuke as he simply walked over and, as if it was a job reserved just for him, pulled Miharu’s blouse over her head and tossed it into the room behind the three while Haruka proceeded to unhook and remove the girl’s bra which joined in the pile with her tossed blouse.
Without any protests, Sousuke followed after Rin. They watched as Haruka pulled Miharu toward himself again but this time making her face him, setting her on her knees and letting her clutch on his shirt for support. In such a position, it was inevitable for the other three not to stare at the exposed skin of Miharu’s back, and for the girl to yelp in surprise.
“H-Haru-!”
But the boy had claimed her lips before she could say anything more. Rin and Sousuke each took a side, the former kissing one shoulder blade and cupping a plump breast while the latter nibbled one ear and seized the other mound. Makoto, with enough chance now, pulled down the underwear he was playing with earlier and spread the legs he so painstakingly marked to look in between them and savor the scent and the image that revealed before him. All of them heard Miharu moan into Haruka’s mouth and Haruka himself tasted the desire and confusion that coated Miharu’s tongue which slid and danced against his lead.
Through his peripheral vision, Sousuke could see Haruka’s and Miharu’s meshing lips and the picture irked him somehow, so much so that it urged him to pull Miharu over to him none too gently, halting the rest’s prodding touches. Surprisingly, Haruka didn’t protest and had only let him do whatever.
Her back against Sousuke’s oh so muscular chest, Miharu struggled at first but when Sousuke finally held her legs up, making sure to spread them wide enough for the others to peer into her most private part, her whole body completely froze in place as Rin sneaked in front of her and lowered his head to that sensitive area. Her body trembled from the very unfamiliar sensation of a tongue violating her and wriggling against her walls, lapping up whatever oozed out of her which coated her nether lips, on the very tiny, growing pubes that brushed lightly against Rin’s face.
“You shaved, hmm?” Rin teased against her private. “That’s really cute.” The hint of breath that blew from his chuckles then tickled Miharu, leaving the fine hairs of her body to stand on end and Sousuke noticed this; he noticed it while he sucked on her neck. He marked her alongside almost all of what Haruka left earlier on and a sense of triumph swelled and unfurled within him.
Despite the change of positions, Haruka stayed by Miharu’s side and kissed her deeply once more, receiving and drowning out the moans played out by the others’ individual actions to her body. She moaned louder when he sucked her tongue and toyed with one of her breasts, curling her nipple to every flick of his finger. The other nub, Miharu felt, was trapped inside Makoto’s warm mouth. His tongue was so hot that for every lick on her nub, she felt every bit of herself tremble more and more, giving the boy in between her legs more reason to enjoy her from his position. Rin matched the movement of his tongue with the slow insertion of a finger into the tiny quivering hole beneath the one he relished. When the girl gasped, Haruka, taking advantage of the reaction, tugged her closer to him and sucked her tongue more. Miharu tried pushing him away but her whole body staggered under the hands and mouths of the others. Instead, her hands were trapped in Haruka’s own tightly as if he was steadying her and keeping her from falling.
“AH!” Miharu shouted in pain when Sousuke bit her neck, sending a shock of strange pleasure through the boys’ ears. Haruka continued to play with Miharu’s breast as he now panted against her cheek while she leaned against him and whimpered from Sousuke’s persistent yet light bites that left their own significant marks alongside the reds.
As if that wasn’t enough, Makoto, in the midst of leaving marks on the breast he had been indulging, joined Rin and sneaked one finger into the girl, rubbing and curling together with Rin’s own, feeling her becoming hotter and wetter from each and every prod.
All of them stripped their shirts off and unzipped their pants and freed their hardened lengths out in the open. It was clear that Miharu had no strength left within her to protest and thrash about which tempted all of them, especially Sousuke, who gave in and lifted her to his chiseled abdomen as he lied down on the wooden floor. Haruka had backed away to watch the unfolding scene before him. He, along with Makoto and Rin, watched with bated breath when Sousuke, his hands on Miharu’s waist, eased the girl down on his prominent length. Miharu cried.
“Tight…!” Sousuke moaned. The pleasure of being sucked in showed on his appreciative grin, his teeth grinding like how his length did within Miharu’s core. The girl was breathing hard, but it was all music to his ears.
Northward of Sousuke’s head stood Haruka, back against a wall of air, watching with little to nothing emotion on his face as Sousuke pounded into Miharu. There were tears streaking down her reddened face and her hair had become an utter mess, her bangs sticking to her sweat-sheened forehead. Seeing her upright despite the violation, Haruka marveled at the sight of scarlet marks all over her body - it was beautiful, she was, and her trembling, wanton voice.
And just as Sousuke pulled her down so she could get on all fours above him, Rin advanced behind her and rammed himself into the hole he and Makoto were playing with just a moment ago. Miharu cried again and moaned and sighed, very heavily, when Rin and Sousuke entered and left her in a peculiar yet synchronized motion, even more so when Makoto settled himself beside them, taking one of her hands to steady her from the rough gyrating poundings and then lasciviously sucking her fingers, licking them as well as the spaces in between. The warmth of his saliva sliding down her hand to her bare arm felt like searing lava pouring down porcelain - intense, erotic. Miharu had come yet the boys carried on, over and over, and Haruka simply sat and stared.
How many times did Rin and Sousuke thrust themselves into Miharu’s innocent and fragile body? Makoto’s tongue in between her small fingers? Cries and moans from her lovely mouth? As Haruka pondered, the girl looked up at him with tears in her beautiful eyes. Her lips parted.
“H-Haruuu…” she managed to call out before she sighed from Rin’s teasing fingers which aroused the tiny sensitive bud that already brushed against Sousuke’s impaling length.
Taking heed of his girlfriend’s call, Haruka kneeled over Sousuke’s head to get to Miharu, cupping her tear-stained cheeks. He licked the tears that had already fallen as well as those that threatened to flow. He peppered her face with warm, wet kisses and shifted to bite her left ear while he gently played with the other with his nimble fingers. He was so close to her, so close that as he bit and licked her ear, Miharu, with her head bowed slightly from the teasing action, stared right at Haruka’s proud and pulsating length. It looked so strange, hard and hailed with pubes. She thought that Haruka must have forgotten to shave again but she liked his however it was. Then she noticed the tip was leaking despite the blurriness of her vision, and yet she also found it fascinating, almost delicious, like a delicacy that she wanted to devour.
While the rest pampered her, Miharu pulled away from Haruka and looked up at him. With a hoarse and shaky voice, she whispered, “I want it.”
It took Haruka a long while to realize what she meant but when he finally did, he quietly moved back and angled himself against her lips. She kissed it first, from the base up to the tip. The second her little pink tongue peeked out from in between her lips, Haruka felt himself stiffen even more. Gradually and so very carefully, Miharu licked around it and just when it was wet enough, she engulfed it whole, sucking and moaning. From underneath, Sousuke saw, with perfect clarity, Haruka’s penetrating private in and out of Miharu’s mouth. Trails of her saliva slid down her neck to her chest, drops of it even rained on his face but that wasn’t really what pissed him off. It was how Miharu sounded, sucking Haruka off, enjoying every bit of him. She sounded so magnificent, looked so very tempting and, from the drops of saliva that fell on his lips, tasted so very exquisite with Haruka in her mouth. The very scene above him edged him to glide his hands up from Miharu’s waist to her swaying breasts, kneading them sensually which added a melody of his own to her already symphonic moans.
Rin laughed, low and almost mocking. “Even if you share Miharu, you don’t like sharing her mouth, huh?” he said to Haruka, who glared at him as best as he could. The way Miharu sucked him made it difficult to express any other emotions aside from pleasure.
From the side, Makoto chuckled. “Haru has the right to receive special treatment. Miharu-chan’s his girlfriend, after all,” he replied simply. Afterwards, he bit and sucked on Miharu’s wrist then up her arm whilst encasing his own length in his other hand to pleasure himself indefinitely.
Despite Rin’s accusation and Makoto’s defense, Haruka couldn’t really bring himself to abuse Miharu. As she continued to pamper his length, Haruka restrained himself from thrusting into her mouth and when he did, for a few times, it was only by accident. How could he completely stop himself from savoring Miharu’s steaming, wet mouth? It was impossible.
Rin and Sousuke finally released into Miharu - hot, thick and filling up to the brim until they spilled - and the trembling body also had its fair share from Makoto, right across the back and Haruka, down her throat and on the walls of her mouth. It was a flurry of heat and sweat and moving about until Miharu found herself straddling Haruka, who sat on the dinner table, with Makoto behind her. The length that had been in her mouth just a few seconds ago was now violating her, stirring together with Makoto’s up the other hole. Behind Haruka, kneeling on each side of him, Rin and Sousuke each took a nub into their hot mouths and sucked as though milk would come out. Greedily, Sousuke sneaked a hand in between Haruka’s and Miharu’s bodies and conducted his fingers to pamper the ever throbbing bud that then grew with so much desire. Racing with Sousuke’s fingers, Haruka pulled Miharu’s face to him and claimed her lips, kissing her deeply with his tongue erotically pressing and sliding against her own, almost tasting himself the deeper he kissed her. Makoto moved in a steady pace until Haruka’s suddenly went wild and his did, too, and Rin and Sousuke continued to vigorously play with the girl’s breasts and her little bud of nerves until Miharu let out the sweetest, most melodious moan they had ever heard leave her lovely lips.
They took turns violating her, filling her up, biting her flesh and coating every inch of her in their saliva and releases, over and over and over. The intense mix of pain and pleasure overwhelmed her just as much as they enjoyed her moans and tears and, whenever they had asked her if she felt good, the answer, “More!” for it was always the right reply to them - they who wanted to do just that. The mere way of her shuddering whenever she had reached her limit was sexy and tempting enough to make the boys stiffen and thrust into her without letting her rest for even a second. It was summer, and yet the heat of their recklessness had made them forget all together.
Then everything had gone blank.
When Miharu came to, she was lying on a bed. Every inch of her body ached but there was a comforting, tingling sensation that stayed and chorused with the staccatos of her heart. Haruka hovered over her and kissed her deeply once more, the gentlest he could manage. He trailed his tongue down her jaw and collarbone, to her chest and abdomen, all the while leaving marks over those made by the others. Miharu propped herself up with her elbows and gazed at the mop of black hair down her body, moist lips against her stomach - a whisper.
“You’re mine.”
~
“AHHHHHHHHHH!”
Aiichirou pants breathlessly, his heart close to wreckage. He wonders, panicked, why he just had that dream. He looks around and finds the naughty magazine he had been reading the night before. It takes a long while for his mind to wrap around the thought and, finally, he hides the publication under his pillow and gets up from bed.
“Nitori-senpai?” Momotarou calls from the upper bunk. He rubs his eyes sleepily as he sits up and yawns after. Aiichirou looks up at him. “Were you screaming?”
“Yeah…” Aiichirou mumbles awkwardly.
“Your face is red, senpai.”
“R-Really?”
Momotarou nods. He climbs down from his bed and settles himself on the lower bunk. “What is it? Do you have a cold?”
The younger boy’s eyes are so full of concern that Aiichirou can’t bear to lie to him. So, of course, he doesn’t, and narrates the whole nightly tale to him.
It’s summer now, and Aiichirou’s last in Samezuka Academy. There’s a joint practice with the Iwatobi team that day and everyone is already at the pool, up and running - swimming, rather. But everything is going well and peachy, until five visitors unexpectedly appear.
“I feel so old suddenly,” Miharu remarks with a chuckle. She’s standing in between Haruka and Rin, and Makoto and Sousuke by the two’s sides respectively.
“I feel like we didn’t graduate at all,” Makoto replies with his own chuckle. He’s just happy that they had the chance to visit and see the others. That, and because Haruka is controlling himself really well that day, being considerate and reminding himself that he doesn’t want to interrupt the others’ training by jumping in the water with them.
With his back to the group, Aiichirou carefully avoids them. Unfortunately, he’s somewhere very close to them and he needs to inch away from behind them as soundlessly as he can until-
“ACHOO!”
Haruka and Rin look at Miharu in between them. The girl’s sneeze somehow echoed in the gym but the latter notices something stranger than that.
“Hey, Miharu.”
“Hmm?”
Rin points at her. “What’s that mark on your neck?”
Hearing Rin’s question, Makoto and Sousuke lean over to see. Indeed, there’s a red mark on a backdrop of milk.
“It’s from a mosquito bite. I scratched too much and it left a scar,” Miharu explains awkwardly. Rin and Sousuke glance at each other before they stare at Haruka and then Miharu, mischievous smiles creeping up to their faces.
Chuckling impishly, Rin comments, “A mosquito, you say? Are you sure about that?”
Haruka, Makoto and Miharu stare at him wordlessly.
“Ah, ah,” Sousuke adds in a dry joking tone, “and I thought Haru is only talented in the water.”
There’s a moment of silence before a squeak escapes from Makoto and Haruka, still clueless, finds his best friend blushing really hard. On his other side, he sees Miharu blushing a little as well. Rin and Sousuke are grinning and snickering to each other now, although the latter seems forced.
Miharu laughs haltingly. “That’s-“
“MIHARU-SAN!”
The group whirls around from Aiichirou’s outburst. Why they didn’t notice him behind them earlier, they do not know, but that doesn’t really change the fact that he’s there and holding a piece of tissue toward Miharu, who takes it cautiously. Sousuke notices Aiichirou’s red face.
“Your face is red,” Sousuke points out for the others to see. “Are you okay?”
Aiichirou freezes. “T-That’s, um… You see…”
As if on cue, Momotarou appears from the side and casually starts, “Nitori-senpai had this dream about you guys and Miharu-san-“
“AHHH! I TOLD YOU NOT TO SAY IT!” Aiichirou bursts, slapping a hand across Momotarou’s mouth to shut him up.
Tilting her head, Miharu points to herself cluelessly. “Me?”
Haruka, Makoto, Rin and Sousuke stare fixedly at Aiichirou and his absolutely red face then. Before any of them could react, Aiichirou clamps a hand on Momotarou’s wrist and drags him to the other side of the pool, pulling the younger boy with him as he jumps into the water. The five quietly stare at the bubbles breaking on the water’s surface.
Later on, Haruka, Makoto and Miharu take their leave and Rin and Sousuke decide to visit Aiichirou and Momotarou’s shared dorm room.
“Momo’s desk looks neater than Nitori’s,” Sousuke observes aloud as he inspects the two study tables while Rin seats himself on Aiichirou’s bed. When Sousuke turns around, he glimpses a magazine’s end peeking out from underneath Aiichirou’s pillow. He points at it and Rin turns toward the direction. “Look.”
They pull the magazine out and notice a folded page, its end straying from the others. They turn to that section and unfold the page. Across the sheet, they see a very naughty picture of a girl being ‘pampered’ by four guys. They stare at the page blankly until both of them remember what Momotarou was trying to tell them earlier and all at once, Rin’s face becomes red from embarrassment, prompting him to throw the magazine back under the pillow and standing up from the bed, alarmed. Unlike Rin, Sousuke doesn’t react and isn’t even remotely shocked, just sitting there on the bed. He seems to be thinking though.
Sousuke strokes his chin. “I don’t think Miharu can handle-“
Much like Aiichirou to Momotarou, Rin slaps a hand over Sousuke’s mouth and ultimately stops him from saying anything more. “DON’T YOU DARE SAY IT!”
Meanwhile, walking along the usual path home, Miharu sneezes again and earns both Haruka’s and Makoto’s attention.
“Someone must be talking about you,” Makoto jokes.
Miharu laughs softly. “I wonder.”
Quietly, Haruka stares at Miharu’s smile under the spotlight of the same sunset radiance that carries some of his and the girl’s secret memories. Hidden from Makoto’s eyes, Haruka extends his pinky beside him discreetly and feels the ever familiar sensation of Miharu’s index finger lacing around it. It has become second nature now, being together.
Looking ahead, at the setting sun shared by countless billions, with the special warmth wound around his pinky, Haruka decides that he can never, ever share Miharu’s gentle touch, her sunset smile - everything about her, and that summer, and all of what will follow.