[fic] "Talk To Me" - Kyuzo/Nasami
This was a belated birthday gift from Michelle to me a few years ago? I am posting this here on behalf of Michelle, and also that I do not accidentally delete it. It is a very LOVELY fic and close to my heart, as per usual, by our lovely benevolent overlord, samurai_ko .
We hope you enjoy it. <3
Title: Talk To Me
Author: samurai_ko
Pairing: Kyuzo/Nasami
Rating: NC17, NSFW, explicit sexual content, read with caution. Artwork is included.
Word count: >3,100
Summary: Nasami has taken the upper hand on Kyuzo to make a point. The trouble is getting Kyuzo to cooperate... or is it really going to be so tough?
"Talk to Me"
He should have known better... he really should have known better. Especially when she'd smiled so
sweetly before handing him that last cup of sake, but he almost couldn't help letting down his defenses
around her. Besides, they had been alone in the Firefly House, enjoying a few quiet hours together
before all hell could break loose again.
Now here he was, bound hand and foot in one of the Firefly House's more... private rooms, as it were,
still fully dressed and forced to stare at his disgruntled reflection in the mirror. Closing his eyes
briefly, Kyuzo inhaled deeply, and then let out a long, slow breath. He could just barely make out the
faint scent of previous lovemaking sessions in this room - the faint musk of sex was barely perceptible,
but there, and even as much as he tried to resist it, he couldn't help a faint quickening in his body as
he wondered what she had in mind.
He looked down at himself. Then again, he thought, he was still in his bodysuit and trenchcoat - not
much either of them could really do if he was fully dressed and chained up like this. Long accustomed
to holding uncomfortable positions as part of his meditations, being half-bent over a railing like this
wasn't too bad... at least the rail could take his weight if need be.
He heard a faint creak, and turning his head, he glanced behind him using the mirror to see Nasami come
slowly into the room, then carefully close and bar the door. Moving toward him, he watched her closely,
all too aware of the sandalwood scent of her as she approached.
Nasami stood in front of him, leaning against the mirror, her arms folded across her chest and a faint
smile on her face. The silence between them stretched out for several moments before he finally spoke.
"Why?"
"Because I wanted it," she replied, her smile deepening. "It's not often I get the upper hand on you,
so I intend to enjoy it."
He gritted his teeth, but kept still. He knew that when she was in one of these moods, things would
only happen at the pace that she dictated, and no sooner. He also knew that when she smiled like that,
it meant one or both of them would be out of their minds with desire by the end of the night.
She seemed content to stay quiet, so he resolved not to speak again until she did. However, he couldn't
help losing himself in one of his favorite pasttimes - staring at her. With that long white hair of
hers hanging loose down to her hips, her lithe body clad in a dark blue silk kimono, she looked soft and
welcome and appealing. He knew every curve under that silk, knew her taste, her scent, the feel of her
skin, knew every expression of her face. Lifting his gaze back to her face, his eyes studied her mouth
- full lips curved in a smile, lips that he'd kissed, caressed, seen kissing his body all over...
Damn, he wanted her, but he couldn't move, not chained like this. But what was she waiting for? God
knew that if their positions had been reversed, the moment she'd been bound, he would have been
pleasuring her until she'd fainted from exhaustion, losing himself in her body over and over and over
again.
As though reading his mind, she smiled again. "You're far too quiet for my taste sometimes."
"I only speak when I have something to say," he replied quietly, wondering where this was going.
"I know... so I'm going to make sure you have something to say," she teased, taking a single step
forward while still remaining out of his reach. "You see... I will fulfill any desire you wish... but
you have to talk to me."
For a moment, his brain stopped working as his mind focused on the first part of her sentence and all
its absolutely delicious possibilities.
"What?" he finally got out.
"Anything you want," she whispered, her voice soft and raspy in that way that always sent shivers along
his spine. "But you have to tell me what you want."
His mouth opened and closed, but for several moments, he was completely unable to speak. She couldn't
be serious... she was.
But... it wasn't in his nature to be that explicit. But to know that she'd do anything...
He narrowed his eyes, considering her for a moment, then he decided to try. "Kiss me."
"Tell me how," she murmured, her eyes on his mouth, but not moving toward him.
"I-" He was confused. "Just... kiss me."
"Soft? Hard? Using my tongue?" She licked her lips slowly. "Talk to me."
Now he was starting to get it, and his body was definitely reacting. "Kiss me... softly. At first."
Slowly she moved toward him, bent her head toward his, and brought her lips against his mouth in a
feather-light kiss, her tongue slowly explored his lips. Then she slipped her tongue between his lips
to find his tongue and caress it, slowly catching it in her teeth and suckling it.
He thought he was going to pass out. If she was going to follow any direction he gave her...
He pulled his head back from hers, gasping for breath, but she kept on kissing him, more insistent, more
demanding...
"Stop..."
Immediately she pulled her head back and waited obediently.
Oh, God... he thought to himself. And that was just a kiss... what would it be like for more? He
wanted her so badly that he ached, and wished that he could rip the chains from the walls, but as long a
she had him bound, he was helpless. But as he closed his eyes again, inhaling deeply and praying for
calm, he could smell her own arousal, and knew that this was turning her on as much as it was him.
Opening his eyes again, he looked at her, standing there patiently, the faintest of smiles curving her
lips.
"And if I tell you to let me go?" he asked at last.
"Then I release you, but I'll leave," she said simply.
He doubted she'd leave the room that easily, but knowing her, she would certainly resist if he tried to
keep her there, and he much preferred her willing than not. Fair enough, he thought to himself.
His eyes wandered over here again, and then his gaze met hers. He couldn't help it - the temptation to
see her, hear her, have her do whatever he wanted was just too strong. Swallowing hard, he licked his
lips and whispered, "Strip."
She stayed where she was, waiting, and he realized she again wanted him to be explicit.
"Slowly... as if you were tempting me."
Her smile became more pronounced, and she took a step backward so he could see more of her.
Reaching up, she placed her hands on her collarbone, and then slowly slid them downward, briefly cupping
her breasts and squeezing them slightly before reaching her abdomen and then her waist. With slow,
deliberate motions, she untied the sash of her gi, letting it slip from her grasp to land at her feet.
Then she turned her back on him, although he could still see her reflected in the mirror, and with a
single shrug, let the silk top of her gi slide off her shoulders. Kyuzo's eyes watched in rapt
fascination as the silk caressed its way down her back, exposing her skin and the tattoo that covered
her back before it drifted to the floor.
His mouth nearly went dry when he realized she had not bound her breasts, and he stared longingly at her
curves in the mirror, his hands itching to touch her. But Nasami wasn't done yet, and bending at the
waist, she slid her hakama over her hips and down to her ankles, so that her backside was fully
presented to him, and he could just see her breasts swaying slightly. The loincloth she wore hid
nothing of her rear, and he pressed eagerly against the railing, as though he could reach her. Placing
her hands on her ankles, she slid them up her legs, along her thighs, to rest on her backside as she
looked behind her.
Kyuzo couldn't tell if he wanted to kill her or make love to her til she fainted for this. He knew that
she knew he loved the look of her body, and he couldn't quite hold back his groan as she straightened,
turned around, and coyly put her hands behind her back, which thrust her chest forward. With her hair
flowing loose around her, her curves were only slightly hidden behind the shimmering white tresses, and
he yearned to bury his fingers in her hair as he lost himself in her body.
"Kiss me again," he said hoarsely, the words out before he could stop himself. "I want your lips on my
skin. Softly."
Moving toward him, her hands still behind her back, she leaned forward, and with the softest of
caresses, trailed her lips from his temple down his cheek to his jaw. Leaving soft kisses as she
passed, she took his mouth, then his chin, then along his jaw up to one ear, her breath hot against his
skin and he groaned again.
"Use your tongue."
Then his knees nearly went as she traced his ear with the tip of her tongue, licking her way down the
side of his neck, then across his throat and up the other side. Then she stopped and lifted her head
before moving back.
"What are you-" he asked in confusion, only to realize that because he was still fully dressed, there
was no other skin for her to kiss, except his-
He moaned in pleasure as she brought her mouth to one of his hands, and licked slowly from the tip of
his middle finger, up his finger, across his palm, and along the sensitive skin on the inside of his
wrist. Nasami then did the same for each of his other fingers, then lavished the same delicate
attention to his other hand.
Kyuzo didn't know how much more of this he could take, not with her naked and warm and willing and right
in front of him, if it weren't for the chains that bound him.
"I want your breasts," he gasped. "Offer them to me."
Obediently she stood in front of him again, lifting her breasts in her hands and gently cupping them,
but she remained out of reach.
"Nasami..." he groaned, but all she did was smile.
"You said 'offer'..."
"Give... them... to... me..." he ground out between clenched teeth, and she softly chuckled.
"To touch? To be caressed with?"
"I want to taste them," he hissed, and she chuckled again before leaning forward to bring her breasts to
his mouth. He took great pleasure in her gasp as his mouth eagerly sought her breasts, finding the taut
crests and suckling them hard, barely pausing as he moved his mouth from one to the other.
"Pull me closer," Kyuzo ordered, "I want more."
Placing her fingers on the back of his head, she pulled him harder against her breasts so he could take
more of them into his mouth. His fingers tightened on the chains, wishing he were caressing her flesh
instead.
So hard now it was almost driving him insane, he tried to pull away, but she kept him where he was until
he cried out, "ENOUGH!" Gasping for breath as she released him, he whispered, "My bodysuit... I want to
be free of it."
Slowly Nasami moved forward, her hands reaching for his waist, and she took the lower half in her hands,
prepared to pull them down.
"Now, Nasami," he groaned. "Do it now. Quickly."
With one strong pull, she had his leggings around his ankles, and his whole body twitched as the air
touched his skin.
"The loincloth too... quickly."
With another sharp pull, she yanked it away, and his member now hung free, straining toward the woman
before him.
Kyuzo could have wept from the frustration of having her so close, kneeling there in front of him, so
warm and inviting and willing. He wished he could make it last, to be strong enough to resist her, but
the climax that was building in him was too strong to be denied.
"Love it with your mouth," he whispered at last. "All of it. And your hands too... hard and strong."
Then he screamed as in one smooth motion, she took all of him into her mouth, her hands resting on his
hips and pulling him even further in. Suckling him, caressing him with her tongue, surrounding him with
her lips, Nasami rode him with her mouth as he cried out again and again.
"Oh, God... Nasami... please.. I... God..."
He couldn't find the words to make her stop, nor did he want her to. "God... love... yes... make me
come... don't stop, please don't-"
With a howl of raw ecstasy, his body thrusting against her face, he came in her mouth, feeling the
climax tear through him as tears ran down his cheeks. Even then she didn't stop, milking his orgasm on
and on until he collapsed against the rail.
"Nasami," he sobbed. "Please..."
She kept going, and wave after wave of pleasure racked him. It was more than he could bear, and finally
he cried out, "STOP!"
Nasami immediately let him go and lifted her head.
Gasping for breath, Kyuzo slumped against the railing, the blood pounding in his ears, his heart racing.
For several moments, he closed his eyes, but he could still see her in his mind, and still wanted her.
Forcing his eyes open again, he met her gaze, dark crimson meeting dark blue.
"I want you."
"I know," she murmured. "So what now?"
"Take off your loincloth and sit on the rail. Facing me. Now."
Her eyebrows arching, she slid off the loincloth so she stood completely naked, then shimmied her way
between him and the railing. Cautiously she perched herself on the railing, but he shook his head.
"No. Balance yourself with your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist."
And as she reached up to slide her arms across his shoulders, he met her eyes.
"And place me inside you first."
Slowly Nasami smiled, then she took him in her hands and guided him between her legs. Wrapping one
small hands around his length, she placed her other hand on his shoulder for balance, and slowly slid
him inside of her.
Kyuzo briefly closed his eyes, savoring the hot, wet feel of her wrapped around him. God, she felt so
good, and he smiled to know she was so aroused by all this. Then he gasped as she wrapped her legs
around him, and brought her other arm up across his shoulders.
"Now lean back slightly... I want your breasts again."
"I might fall..."
"Then tighten your legs," he snapped. "Your breasts. Now."
Leaning back on the railing, Nasami brought her elbows closer in to her body to lift her breasts, and he
once again suckled and licked them until he felt her tightening convulsively around his length. Her
groans were music to his ears and he suckled her harder.
"More," he whispered against her skin. "I want to enjoy every gasp, every moan, every cry of pleasure."
"Oh God, yes," she moaned, pressing her breasts harder against his mouth. "Please don't stop, love."
Kyuzo kept licking and sucking her until he thought she might fall. "Sit up," he hissed. "I want your
mouth."
Leaning forward, she brought her mouth to his, and he took it, hard and insistent, his tongue ravishing
her mouth as his hardness ravished her body. If he couldn't use his hands, he would use what he could,
and right now, all of the sensation in his body was focused on his mouth and his member.
It wasn't quite enough, though... he wanted her out of her mind with pleasure, and he tore his mouth
from hers.
"Take one of your hands from my neck, and caress yourself," he gasped. "Stroke your crest as I thrust
into you."
Judging by how fast she reacted to that, Kyuzo could tell she had already been dying to do that, and the
sight of her fingers caressing and fondling herself through the white hair between her legs was enough
to drive him wild. He took her mouth again, savoring every single gasp and shudder of pleasure racking
her body, loving every moment of her squeezing and tightening and sliding around him.
"Come, damn you," he hissed into her mouth. "Give me your climax."
"But I..."
Tightening his fingers on the chain, he shifted his weight so he could thrust deeper into her, and
watched in satisfaction as her eyes went huge.
"I-"
He thrust harder into her, and her head fell back with a cry, but he pursued her mouth and captured it
again.
"said-"
Kyuzo thrust again, and felt her legs wrap more tightly around him, her fingers tangling in his hair
even as he felt her other hand moving faster between their bodies.
"-COME."
Nasami's scream of pleasure echoed off the walls, making his ears ring as he rode her to the most
intense climax he'd ever brought her to. Between her prolonged cries of ecstasy, the pleasurable pain
of her hand in his hair, and the uncontrollable clenching of her heat around him, it was only moments
after hers that he came, groaning in her mouth as he filled her with his heat.
When they finally calmed, each inhaling the other's breath, their bodies still linked, their foreheads
touching, Kyuzo met her eyes.
"Release me."
Nasami carefully took hold of one of the chains, and leaned as far backward as she could so that she
could reach her hakama on the floor. Withdrawing a small key, she pulled herself upright, and then
unlocked the chains binding his wrists. As soon as his hands were free, though, he placed his hands on
either side of her face, forcing her to look at him.
"I would tell you one last thing before you let me go."
Slowly, Nasami nodded and waited.
For a moment, Kyuzo just looked at her, and then slowly, softly, he brought his lips to hers once more,
and whispered into her mouth, "I love you."
He felt rather than saw her smile beneath his lips.
We hope you enjoy it. <3
Title: Talk To Me
Author: samurai_ko
Pairing: Kyuzo/Nasami
Rating: NC17, NSFW, explicit sexual content, read with caution. Artwork is included.
Word count: >3,100
Summary: Nasami has taken the upper hand on Kyuzo to make a point. The trouble is getting Kyuzo to cooperate... or is it really going to be so tough?
"Talk to Me"
He should have known better... he really should have known better. Especially when she'd smiled so
sweetly before handing him that last cup of sake, but he almost couldn't help letting down his defenses
around her. Besides, they had been alone in the Firefly House, enjoying a few quiet hours together
before all hell could break loose again.
Now here he was, bound hand and foot in one of the Firefly House's more... private rooms, as it were,
still fully dressed and forced to stare at his disgruntled reflection in the mirror. Closing his eyes
briefly, Kyuzo inhaled deeply, and then let out a long, slow breath. He could just barely make out the
faint scent of previous lovemaking sessions in this room - the faint musk of sex was barely perceptible,
but there, and even as much as he tried to resist it, he couldn't help a faint quickening in his body as
he wondered what she had in mind.
He looked down at himself. Then again, he thought, he was still in his bodysuit and trenchcoat - not
much either of them could really do if he was fully dressed and chained up like this. Long accustomed
to holding uncomfortable positions as part of his meditations, being half-bent over a railing like this
wasn't too bad... at least the rail could take his weight if need be.
He heard a faint creak, and turning his head, he glanced behind him using the mirror to see Nasami come
slowly into the room, then carefully close and bar the door. Moving toward him, he watched her closely,
all too aware of the sandalwood scent of her as she approached.
Nasami stood in front of him, leaning against the mirror, her arms folded across her chest and a faint
smile on her face. The silence between them stretched out for several moments before he finally spoke.
"Why?"
"Because I wanted it," she replied, her smile deepening. "It's not often I get the upper hand on you,
so I intend to enjoy it."
He gritted his teeth, but kept still. He knew that when she was in one of these moods, things would
only happen at the pace that she dictated, and no sooner. He also knew that when she smiled like that,
it meant one or both of them would be out of their minds with desire by the end of the night.
She seemed content to stay quiet, so he resolved not to speak again until she did. However, he couldn't
help losing himself in one of his favorite pasttimes - staring at her. With that long white hair of
hers hanging loose down to her hips, her lithe body clad in a dark blue silk kimono, she looked soft and
welcome and appealing. He knew every curve under that silk, knew her taste, her scent, the feel of her
skin, knew every expression of her face. Lifting his gaze back to her face, his eyes studied her mouth
- full lips curved in a smile, lips that he'd kissed, caressed, seen kissing his body all over...
Damn, he wanted her, but he couldn't move, not chained like this. But what was she waiting for? God
knew that if their positions had been reversed, the moment she'd been bound, he would have been
pleasuring her until she'd fainted from exhaustion, losing himself in her body over and over and over
again.
As though reading his mind, she smiled again. "You're far too quiet for my taste sometimes."
"I only speak when I have something to say," he replied quietly, wondering where this was going.
"I know... so I'm going to make sure you have something to say," she teased, taking a single step
forward while still remaining out of his reach. "You see... I will fulfill any desire you wish... but
you have to talk to me."
For a moment, his brain stopped working as his mind focused on the first part of her sentence and all
its absolutely delicious possibilities.
"What?" he finally got out.
"Anything you want," she whispered, her voice soft and raspy in that way that always sent shivers along
his spine. "But you have to tell me what you want."
His mouth opened and closed, but for several moments, he was completely unable to speak. She couldn't
be serious... she was.
But... it wasn't in his nature to be that explicit. But to know that she'd do anything...
He narrowed his eyes, considering her for a moment, then he decided to try. "Kiss me."
"Tell me how," she murmured, her eyes on his mouth, but not moving toward him.
"I-" He was confused. "Just... kiss me."
"Soft? Hard? Using my tongue?" She licked her lips slowly. "Talk to me."
Now he was starting to get it, and his body was definitely reacting. "Kiss me... softly. At first."
Slowly she moved toward him, bent her head toward his, and brought her lips against his mouth in a
feather-light kiss, her tongue slowly explored his lips. Then she slipped her tongue between his lips
to find his tongue and caress it, slowly catching it in her teeth and suckling it.
He thought he was going to pass out. If she was going to follow any direction he gave her...
He pulled his head back from hers, gasping for breath, but she kept on kissing him, more insistent, more
demanding...
"Stop..."
Immediately she pulled her head back and waited obediently.
Oh, God... he thought to himself. And that was just a kiss... what would it be like for more? He
wanted her so badly that he ached, and wished that he could rip the chains from the walls, but as long a
she had him bound, he was helpless. But as he closed his eyes again, inhaling deeply and praying for
calm, he could smell her own arousal, and knew that this was turning her on as much as it was him.
Opening his eyes again, he looked at her, standing there patiently, the faintest of smiles curving her
lips.
"And if I tell you to let me go?" he asked at last.
"Then I release you, but I'll leave," she said simply.
He doubted she'd leave the room that easily, but knowing her, she would certainly resist if he tried to
keep her there, and he much preferred her willing than not. Fair enough, he thought to himself.
His eyes wandered over here again, and then his gaze met hers. He couldn't help it - the temptation to
see her, hear her, have her do whatever he wanted was just too strong. Swallowing hard, he licked his
lips and whispered, "Strip."
She stayed where she was, waiting, and he realized she again wanted him to be explicit.
"Slowly... as if you were tempting me."
Her smile became more pronounced, and she took a step backward so he could see more of her.
Reaching up, she placed her hands on her collarbone, and then slowly slid them downward, briefly cupping
her breasts and squeezing them slightly before reaching her abdomen and then her waist. With slow,
deliberate motions, she untied the sash of her gi, letting it slip from her grasp to land at her feet.
Then she turned her back on him, although he could still see her reflected in the mirror, and with a
single shrug, let the silk top of her gi slide off her shoulders. Kyuzo's eyes watched in rapt
fascination as the silk caressed its way down her back, exposing her skin and the tattoo that covered
her back before it drifted to the floor.
His mouth nearly went dry when he realized she had not bound her breasts, and he stared longingly at her
curves in the mirror, his hands itching to touch her. But Nasami wasn't done yet, and bending at the
waist, she slid her hakama over her hips and down to her ankles, so that her backside was fully
presented to him, and he could just see her breasts swaying slightly. The loincloth she wore hid
nothing of her rear, and he pressed eagerly against the railing, as though he could reach her. Placing
her hands on her ankles, she slid them up her legs, along her thighs, to rest on her backside as she
looked behind her.
Kyuzo couldn't tell if he wanted to kill her or make love to her til she fainted for this. He knew that
she knew he loved the look of her body, and he couldn't quite hold back his groan as she straightened,
turned around, and coyly put her hands behind her back, which thrust her chest forward. With her hair
flowing loose around her, her curves were only slightly hidden behind the shimmering white tresses, and
he yearned to bury his fingers in her hair as he lost himself in her body.
"Kiss me again," he said hoarsely, the words out before he could stop himself. "I want your lips on my
skin. Softly."
Moving toward him, her hands still behind her back, she leaned forward, and with the softest of
caresses, trailed her lips from his temple down his cheek to his jaw. Leaving soft kisses as she
passed, she took his mouth, then his chin, then along his jaw up to one ear, her breath hot against his
skin and he groaned again.
"Use your tongue."
Then his knees nearly went as she traced his ear with the tip of her tongue, licking her way down the
side of his neck, then across his throat and up the other side. Then she stopped and lifted her head
before moving back.
"What are you-" he asked in confusion, only to realize that because he was still fully dressed, there
was no other skin for her to kiss, except his-
He moaned in pleasure as she brought her mouth to one of his hands, and licked slowly from the tip of
his middle finger, up his finger, across his palm, and along the sensitive skin on the inside of his
wrist. Nasami then did the same for each of his other fingers, then lavished the same delicate
attention to his other hand.
Kyuzo didn't know how much more of this he could take, not with her naked and warm and willing and right
in front of him, if it weren't for the chains that bound him.
"I want your breasts," he gasped. "Offer them to me."
Obediently she stood in front of him again, lifting her breasts in her hands and gently cupping them,
but she remained out of reach.
"Nasami..." he groaned, but all she did was smile.
"You said 'offer'..."
"Give... them... to... me..." he ground out between clenched teeth, and she softly chuckled.
"To touch? To be caressed with?"
"I want to taste them," he hissed, and she chuckled again before leaning forward to bring her breasts to
his mouth. He took great pleasure in her gasp as his mouth eagerly sought her breasts, finding the taut
crests and suckling them hard, barely pausing as he moved his mouth from one to the other.
"Pull me closer," Kyuzo ordered, "I want more."
Placing her fingers on the back of his head, she pulled him harder against her breasts so he could take
more of them into his mouth. His fingers tightened on the chains, wishing he were caressing her flesh
instead.
So hard now it was almost driving him insane, he tried to pull away, but she kept him where he was until
he cried out, "ENOUGH!" Gasping for breath as she released him, he whispered, "My bodysuit... I want to
be free of it."
Slowly Nasami moved forward, her hands reaching for his waist, and she took the lower half in her hands,
prepared to pull them down.
"Now, Nasami," he groaned. "Do it now. Quickly."
With one strong pull, she had his leggings around his ankles, and his whole body twitched as the air
touched his skin.
"The loincloth too... quickly."
With another sharp pull, she yanked it away, and his member now hung free, straining toward the woman
before him.
Kyuzo could have wept from the frustration of having her so close, kneeling there in front of him, so
warm and inviting and willing. He wished he could make it last, to be strong enough to resist her, but
the climax that was building in him was too strong to be denied.
"Love it with your mouth," he whispered at last. "All of it. And your hands too... hard and strong."
Then he screamed as in one smooth motion, she took all of him into her mouth, her hands resting on his
hips and pulling him even further in. Suckling him, caressing him with her tongue, surrounding him with
her lips, Nasami rode him with her mouth as he cried out again and again.
"Oh, God... Nasami... please.. I... God..."
He couldn't find the words to make her stop, nor did he want her to. "God... love... yes... make me
come... don't stop, please don't-"
With a howl of raw ecstasy, his body thrusting against her face, he came in her mouth, feeling the
climax tear through him as tears ran down his cheeks. Even then she didn't stop, milking his orgasm on
and on until he collapsed against the rail.
"Nasami," he sobbed. "Please..."
She kept going, and wave after wave of pleasure racked him. It was more than he could bear, and finally
he cried out, "STOP!"
Nasami immediately let him go and lifted her head.
Gasping for breath, Kyuzo slumped against the railing, the blood pounding in his ears, his heart racing.
For several moments, he closed his eyes, but he could still see her in his mind, and still wanted her.
Forcing his eyes open again, he met her gaze, dark crimson meeting dark blue.
"I want you."
"I know," she murmured. "So what now?"
"Take off your loincloth and sit on the rail. Facing me. Now."
Her eyebrows arching, she slid off the loincloth so she stood completely naked, then shimmied her way
between him and the railing. Cautiously she perched herself on the railing, but he shook his head.
"No. Balance yourself with your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist."
And as she reached up to slide her arms across his shoulders, he met her eyes.
"And place me inside you first."
Slowly Nasami smiled, then she took him in her hands and guided him between her legs. Wrapping one
small hands around his length, she placed her other hand on his shoulder for balance, and slowly slid
him inside of her.
Kyuzo briefly closed his eyes, savoring the hot, wet feel of her wrapped around him. God, she felt so
good, and he smiled to know she was so aroused by all this. Then he gasped as she wrapped her legs
around him, and brought her other arm up across his shoulders.
"Now lean back slightly... I want your breasts again."
"I might fall..."
"Then tighten your legs," he snapped. "Your breasts. Now."
Leaning back on the railing, Nasami brought her elbows closer in to her body to lift her breasts, and he
once again suckled and licked them until he felt her tightening convulsively around his length. Her
groans were music to his ears and he suckled her harder.
"More," he whispered against her skin. "I want to enjoy every gasp, every moan, every cry of pleasure."
"Oh God, yes," she moaned, pressing her breasts harder against his mouth. "Please don't stop, love."
Kyuzo kept licking and sucking her until he thought she might fall. "Sit up," he hissed. "I want your
mouth."
Leaning forward, she brought her mouth to his, and he took it, hard and insistent, his tongue ravishing
her mouth as his hardness ravished her body. If he couldn't use his hands, he would use what he could,
and right now, all of the sensation in his body was focused on his mouth and his member.
It wasn't quite enough, though... he wanted her out of her mind with pleasure, and he tore his mouth
from hers.
"Take one of your hands from my neck, and caress yourself," he gasped. "Stroke your crest as I thrust
into you."
Judging by how fast she reacted to that, Kyuzo could tell she had already been dying to do that, and the
sight of her fingers caressing and fondling herself through the white hair between her legs was enough
to drive him wild. He took her mouth again, savoring every single gasp and shudder of pleasure racking
her body, loving every moment of her squeezing and tightening and sliding around him.
"Come, damn you," he hissed into her mouth. "Give me your climax."
"But I..."
Tightening his fingers on the chain, he shifted his weight so he could thrust deeper into her, and
watched in satisfaction as her eyes went huge.
"I-"
He thrust harder into her, and her head fell back with a cry, but he pursued her mouth and captured it
again.
"said-"
Kyuzo thrust again, and felt her legs wrap more tightly around him, her fingers tangling in his hair
even as he felt her other hand moving faster between their bodies.
"-COME."
Nasami's scream of pleasure echoed off the walls, making his ears ring as he rode her to the most
intense climax he'd ever brought her to. Between her prolonged cries of ecstasy, the pleasurable pain
of her hand in his hair, and the uncontrollable clenching of her heat around him, it was only moments
after hers that he came, groaning in her mouth as he filled her with his heat.
When they finally calmed, each inhaling the other's breath, their bodies still linked, their foreheads
touching, Kyuzo met her eyes.
"Release me."
Nasami carefully took hold of one of the chains, and leaned as far backward as she could so that she
could reach her hakama on the floor. Withdrawing a small key, she pulled herself upright, and then
unlocked the chains binding his wrists. As soon as his hands were free, though, he placed his hands on
either side of her face, forcing her to look at him.
"I would tell you one last thing before you let me go."
Slowly, Nasami nodded and waited.
For a moment, Kyuzo just looked at her, and then slowly, softly, he brought his lips to hers once more,
and whispered into her mouth, "I love you."
He felt rather than saw her smile beneath his lips.