Mission Log
Title: A Friendly Wager (Part 2)
Characters: Arisawa Tatsuki, Ishida Uryuu
Location: Future 7; Uryuu's Quarters
Timeframe: May 30th, Directly following Uryuu's last post
Status: Closed
Warnings: NC-17, people. What else do you think strip poker leads to?
He felt her pull away to turn her back to him, and for a moment Uryuu tensed, afraid his instincts had lead him wrong. But then Tatsuki had turned to give him that look and he felt the heat of it flood his body. There was no question that the desire in her eyes echoed his own. Brown orbs granting him permission, inviting him to cross the barrier that separated them from a game full of sly intentions and what they really wanted.
Swallowing hard, Uryuu nodded in response. "..Alright. "
Running a tentative hand along the bandages his hands found the pin lodged there and pulled it loose. Immediately he felt the cloth slacken, the tightness of the binding finding release in the small maneuver. Leaning back, he carefully placed the pin near his glasses on the bedside table for safekeeping. In Uryuu's mind the action felt as if he were finalizing something, removing restrictions that the items symbolized to him.
Returning to his position behind her, Uryuu gripped the cloth and began to unravel, fingers working nimbly as they orbited her torso. Reaching under Tatsuki's arms to gather from the area he couldn't see, he felt his hands brush soft curves and his breath caught in his throat. More and more smooth skin was revealing its self to him between the lines as he continued to roll and he had a desire to touch it, to taste it. A romantic at heart, Uryuu found the moment to be intensely intimate between them, deserving an almost reverence that kept him from speaking, lest he break the spell.
Uryuu lowered his head again, brushing his lips against the crook between her neck and shoulders. Lips working at the same measured pace as his hands, he nipped at her salty skin: kisses that teased and promised all at once. His arm brushed her curves again as he went around for a fourth and final time, skin tingling with contact.
Allowing the bandages to drop from his fingertips onto the bed, his work done, Uryuu did not pull back. Instead he leaned into her, torso against her back as he murmured into her shoulder.
"Tatsuki..."
Somehow, even as the cloth that was usually tightly bound around her chest was being removed, Tatsuki felt no less constricted, daring not even to breathe until she felt the binding slide completely off from her body. Eyes fluttering shut, she had tilted her head to the side to give Uryuu easier access to her neck, a gesture of trust, perhaps more so than he had realized. A contented sigh slipped through her lips as she felt the gap between their bodies close, warmth meeting the long-exposed and highly sensitized skin and sending sparks throughout. She slid back slightly to increase the area of contact, gasping sharply as she felt something rather distinct poking her in the back, for lack of a better word. All at once, the grin returned to her lips, Tatsuki feeling somehow more comfortable in a situation that was readily turning more awkward.
Although she didn’t mention it, the removal of the binding around her chest had served as more than just a lifting of barriers to Tatsuki. Ever since boarding the Future 7 itself, Tatsuki had worn that thin strip of cotton around her chest, and in a way, it had defined her new life, her new life as a boy seeking adventure in the skies. It didn’t really even matter when most of the crew quickly discovered-or, actually, it was only Ichigo that had needed to discover it-her true gender; the binding still served to hold her to this other identity she held for herself. To hold back the girl that she once was in a place where she didn’t really belong.
Removing it was, in a sense, reaffirming the fact that she was indeed female. That under the barrier of strength she had attempted so carefully to construct, there was something entirely feminine, sensual, something that needed to be touched and held and adored. A removal of what held her steady to make it easier to fall into someone else’s arms.
Slowly, she began to teasingly rock her hips against him. “Uryuu…”
The tone of her voice almost shocked her-deep and strained.
Turning her head slightly to nuzzle in his cheek, Tatsuki took his hands into her own, almost shaking with the effort to return the restraint that he had shown her, to not break this illusion that she could sense Uryuu crafting for himself. For his sake, she would go slow. Or at least, she’d try.
Tatsuki lifted his hands, letting them hang ever so close to her chest. “You can touch them, you know,” she murmured devilishly. “I’m surprised that you didn’t immediately hone in on them like you did last time…”
"I didn't hone in on them!," he replied defensively. "I just got a little...carried away." He could tell she was making fun of him, reminding Uryuu of his eagerness to touch her the first time they'd been alone together.
Memory served to remind him that the situation had been different then: he'd declared his feelings and she hadn't rejected him, filling him with an adrenaline that had caused him to act out of turn. For weeks after Uryuu had all but avoided touching her body, fearing a similar reaction. Tatsuki had been through so much already, the last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable or perpetuate the idea that he was some sort of sexual predator in sheep's clothing. Contenting himself to kisses and cuddles wouldn't be so hard if it offered proof that losing his virginity wasn't the only thing he stood to gain from their relationship.
But with all his good intentions, lust was a factor that threatened to test even Uryuu's patience. He'd have been lying if he said it wasn't something he'd thought about.
Encouraged by the grip of her hands on his, Uryuu cupped her breasts gently, a radiant flush covering his face. He was grateful for the fact that Tatsuki's back was turned to him, sure that if she could seen his reaction she'd have burst out laughing and ruined the mood. Soft and yielding under his touch, he kneaded the soft curves with his hands and marveled at the sensuality of doing so. He felt her hips rock against him and a small groan of desire escaped his throat. The sound was needy, primal, and completely foreign to his ears. Somewhere in his consciousness he was aware that the deck of playing cards were brushing against his thighs, already having fallen over from their movements on the bed, but he paid it no attention.
Breasts still in hand, Uryuu kissed along the areas his lips could reach, using his teeth to nip at sensitive skin. His tongue flicked her earlobe and he took the opportunity to nibble, punctuating the move with a slight squeeze of his hands. New and unsure, he couldn't tell whether any of this was effective.
Oh, it was effective. Granted, Tatsuki knew that Uryuu had no prior experience with this level of intimacy, and it showed in his hesitance, his inability to stray far from a simple massage of her breasts. Nevertheless, there was promise in his movements, and her body was clearly reacting to them, encouraging them, trying to give him signs of what it liked and what it didn’t-although the latter was fairly nonexistent at this point.
Her gasp was nearly inaudible when Uryuu’s hands first cupped her breasts, tender and very different than her own, large enough for each to practically cover each mound. For all of Tatsuki’s teasing about how much of a prude Uryuu was, the truth was that technically she was hardly any more experienced, and wouldn’t have known what to do at all if it weren’t for what happened four months ago. The experience back then, no matter how much Tatsuki had wanted to push it out of her mind, had awakened something within her, opened her to the concept of sexual exploration; Uryuu certainly hadn’t been the only one who felt the pull of temptation those past few weeks, and many a night Tatsuki was very glad for the fact that her own quarters were so far from the rest of the crew.
As he continued kneading, the flush on Tatsuki’s cheeks began to burn brighter and brighter-she wondered if Uryuu would have preferred larger breasts. Not that Tatsuki had ever thought of her own as particularly small, but she hadn’t been able to fully grasp them with her own hands like Uryuu was currently doing, and-ooohh. Tatsuki couldn’t repress a low moan as she felt Uryuu’s tongue trace along the shell of her ear, body first tensing before relaxing even further.
Lips parted, Tatsuki tilted her head back, closing her eyes as her breathing began to grow more erratic. “Uryuu,” she murmured, halfway between a whine and a moan, “I’ve wanted you… for so long…”
Her right hand began to travel downward, needing to release some of the pressure, and Tatsuki let it settle on top of her already damp panties, gasping sharply as she slowly began to rub in circular motions. Groaning, Tatsuki’s hips bucked, but it wasn’t her own hand that she wanted there-she wanted to feel his hands running over her body, his lips, his tongue. Screwing her eyes, Tatsuki increased the pace of her rubbing, panting and letting out a series of small whimpers as she felt the heat increase before it finally became too much.
With a loud groan escaping from clenched teeth, Tatsuki turned around in Uryuu’s lap, the bright red of his face barely even registering as she pressed her lips fiercely against his, pushing him down on the bed before rolling the both of them over, probably causing both clothes and cards to fall onto the floor but not really caring in the least. Thighs rubbing tightly together, Tatsuki raised her arms to circle around Uryuu’s neck, pulling him down for insistent kisses.
“Take me,” she whispered against his lips, a slight pleading tone in her voice. “Touch me, kiss me… make me yours.”
And if that wasn’t enough to get him going, Tatsuki wasn’t sure what would.
She'd given herself up so completely to him that Uryuu felt aroused enough to come just from her words alone. They were words that he'd longed to hear, weeks spent lying alone in his bed at night imagining Tatsuki was next to him, sighing them into his ear. Acknowledging the fact that when his hand traveled beneath the sheets, it was always her that he imagined. Even now he could feel the familiar tension coiling in his loins as he stretched his body over hers, legs straddling her body, and the pilot questioned his ability to hold on. His hips were grinding against hers of their own accord and he moaned into her mouth while returning her fiery kisses.
Creating a wet trail as he ran his mouth along her neck and collarbone, Uryuu's hands were traveling down her sides, skimming her thighs to flutter across her skin. His fingers brushed the apex between her legs and he could feel the dampness there.
"You're soaked," he whispered like a scientist who'd discovered the relationship of cause and effect. Perhaps he was proud to know he could cause such a reaction in the woman beneath him, her pleas affirmed by her body. Slipping clumsy fingers into the elastic of her panties he fumbled to pull them down, almost taken back by his own boldness. He didn't want to overanalyze his actions for once--he just wanted to give in. Once removed, his hands turned to his undergarments as well, the erection there relieved to be freed of its restrictions.
His mouth skimmed over the breasts his hands had fondled, tongue tentatively taking a nipple between his lips and pulling. They continued down her torso, stopping at her belly button when he pulled his body into a sitting position. Uryuu took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her naked form, chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. He wanted to burn it into his mind, the image of her flushed body ready and waiting for him. To know for just one moment that they'd given in to what they desired without a thought of who was chasing them and what they were running from. Time could be suspended from here on out and Uryuu would have felt content.
But time was still passing and with every second his desire to take her overwhelmed him. Lowering himself onto her again, Uryuu pressed his lips against her ears, his voice husky as he whispered. "I've wanted you too."
Eyes slowly closing at the feel of his fingers brushing over the fabric of her panties, Tatsuki squirmed under Uryuu’s touch, a bright flush spreading across her cheeks at his whisper and as he tugged the undergarments free. She knew that what he said wasn’t meant to be vindictive nor teasing, yet Tatsuki couldn’t help feeling a bit embarrassed by it all, this lack of control that had driven her to suggest a game of strip poker to begin with. A faint smile teased her lips as she turned her head to the side, unable to meet Uryuu’s gaze for the moment.
Especially when she began to feel something rather suspicious rubbing against her inner thigh. She didn’t know how to go about that at all. Was there some type of code of conduct for this sort of thing? Was Tatsuki supposed to look? Was she not?
Fortunately, Tatsuki’s inner battle was quickly interrupted by the feel of lips closing around her nipple, back immediately arching at the feel of his tongue swirling around and hands fisting in his hair.
“Oh, god…”
Slowly, she felt herself being pushed closer and closer to the brink, and Tatsuki could’ve sworn that if she hadn’t been trying so hard to restrain herself, she probably would have snapped already. When Tatsuki felt Uryuu’s lips leave her skin, her eyes slowly opened to find him staring at her, longingly, yet tenderly.
All at once, her mind hurtled back to a level of modesty Tatsuki wasn’t even aware that she even had, and even as Uryuu’s whisper sent shivers down her spine, Tatsuki had the feeling that he was going to have to do a little more work to keep her mind away from this sudden bout of self-consciousness.
Trying hard to get herself back in the mood, Tatsuki’s hands traced their way to either side of Uryuu’s jaw, pulling him back up as she leaned in, biting his lower lip and giving it a playful tug. “Don’t stop… don’t stop touching me…”
In what was hopefully a push of encouragement, Tatsuki raised her hips again, grinding roughly against Uryuu as she deepened the kiss. Although she couldn’t help wondering if Uryuu really knew what she meant by ‘touching’-he knew where the clitoris was, right?
If he didn't know where to find it, he was about to find out. Using one hand for balance, Uryuu slid the other over toned skin, traveling past her abdomen to rest between her thighs. He could feel the warmth spreading across his cheeks again even as he grew more aroused, his breaths growing shallow. The pilot had definitely found himself in unfamiliar territory: the most mysterious part of a woman, her so-called 'flower'.
Navigating it with his hand served to be even harder, textbooks and diagrams leaving him entirely unprepared for what he found there. The long fingers that resembled those of a pianist found themselves literally poking in search of the sensitive nub he'd read about, whose sole purpose was to bring a woman sexual satisfaction.
"L..like this?"
The key word in Uryuu’s mind should have been sensitive.
Literally yelping as Uryuu’s successive probes finally hit their mark, but with far too much force, Tatsuki clapped a hand over her mouth and immediately flipped over on her stomach-and not in a manner which would have suggested that she was granting him the right to enter via the posterior end. Squeezing her eyes shut, Tatsuki buried her face in the pillow, some choice words fortunately muffled in the feathers as she tried to ignore the twanging of her nerves, as though they were strings on a violin plucked more harshly than those of a ukulele.
After the initial pain wore off, Tatsuki sighed into the pillow, marveling at how quickly the atmosphere had changed thanks to Uryuu’s inexperience with all things female. Sniggering, Tatsuki finally turned back over onto her back, one hand resting on her forehead as she looked up at Uryuu, the expression on his face only serving to further dissolve her into giggles.
“N-no,” Tatsuki replied, shaking her head slowly. “Not like that. You’re not trying to test my reflexes, Uryuu, you’re trying to turn me on. What you just did was like…”
Tatsuki paused, searching for the right words.
“What you just did was like kneeing a guy in the crotch instead of gently closing around… it… with your hand. If you get my drift.”
And the worst of it was the fact that Tatsuki could guess what was coming next, the need to actually teach Uryuu what to do and how to do it, which all parts of her mind could only assume was going to be pretty damn mortifying. Snickering and turning beet red, Tatsuki covered her face with both hands.
“Oh, the mood is totally gone now. Do you even know where the clitoris is? Or what to do with it? I mean… you’ve watched porn, right?”
Where was the nearest hole when he needed one to crawl into?
Shaking his head no, Uryuu did his best to avoid immediate eye contact with Tatsuki. As if his mistake hadn't been enough, he had the added pleasure of being the only male in existence who didn't indulge in something as common place as porn.
"You don't have to watch pornography to know where the clitoris is," Uryuu replied matter-of-factly as he withdrew his hand and sat back on his knees. "Anatomy books place it somewhere near the, uh, top of the vaginal opening..." He trailed off, uncomfortable with the admission that it was a subject completely new to him. "It's just a matter of stimulation, right?"
Tatsuki blinked, brow furrowing despite her widening smile, sitting up to look Uryuu face to face. “Wait. Are you saying that you don’t watch porn?” Tatsuki exclaimed, tilting her head in disbelief. “Then… don’t you jack off? I mean, you can’t have gone all these years without learning how to masturbate somewhere along the way, right? You look like you’ve-”
Finally unable to avoid it any longer, Tatsuki chanced a glance down at Uryuu’s length, and let out a little incomprehensible noise from the back of her throat. Having grown up alongside a group of local thugs and alley boys, Tatsuki had seen more of her fair share of sausages, especially when swimming in the lake, so the looks alone weren’t what concerned her. Rather, it was the fact that given Uryuu’s slender build, Tatsuki hadn’t been expecting much, to put it lightly, but Uryuu was… exceeding expectations. And it was pointing at her. That was new.
Swallowing thickly and controlled by momentary impulse, Tatsuki leaned forward to grab it in her hand, just to make sure that this wasn’t some kind of fill-in-the-blank hallucination driven by lust or anything along those lines. And sure enough, it wasn’t. The little twitch she felt reassured her of that-though not without making her jump and turn all shades of red.
“-got a healthy… uh… sex drive.”
What were they talking about earlier? Oh right, her clit. And about the fact that Uryuu was flippantly waving it off as a simple matter, perhaps one that could even be overlooked. Laughing lightly to herself as she waited for Uryuu to calm down, Tatsuki averted her gaze for several seconds before turning to him again, trying to twist her face into some expression that would make it clear that this was Very Serious Business.
“Anyway, even if you’re the most repressed guy out there, uh. You should’ve heard that… oh, fuck it. Just watch.”
Laying back on the bed, Tatsuki gestured for Uryuu to move closer. Trying to ignore the burning in her cheeks, Tatsuki tilted her head back on the pillow, breathing heavily as she parted her folds with her fingers.
“Clit’s not just a matter of stimulation; it can be the difference between a girl truly coming or just faking it. In fact, most girls get off more this way than through vaginal sex, so it’s important that you prep before… y’know.” Tatsuki paused, licking her lips as she tried to calm her nerves. “The clit’s at the top-if you don’t wanna visually search for it, just lightly rub around until you feel a bump. Right around-oohhh…”
Sighing, Tatsuki closed her eyes and clenched her jaw, rubbing herself in circular motions and immediately feeling her body relax again. Maybe the mood hadn’t been ruined quite as much as she’d thought.
“G-got that, Uryuu?” she gasped, reaching out with her free hand for his and pulling it to her. “Now stop making me do all the work and… t-try it out.”
Uryuu had been paying close attention to Tatsuki's words until he felt, rather than saw, her grip his erection with her hand. Eyes instantly flying shut at the contact, a small "Mmm.." of appreciation escaped his lips. Her hand was soft, warm, and the first to touch him down there besides his own. While his opinions on masturbation were something he'd never openly discuss, he couldn't deny that a stranger's touch was a vast improvement only the aching nights he'd spent handling things on his own. A few seconds passed and Tatsuki released him, more than likely unaware of just what she was doing to him. Her contact had been entirely too brief, but potent enough to cloud his mind with a lustful haze.
Giving himself a moment to clear the cobwebs, Uryuu opened his eyes in time to see Tatsuki lean back into the pillows at the head of his bed, beckoning him with her fingers and spreading her legs open.
The bed dipped as he moved closer to her, one damp palm catching hold of an abandoned playing card before it fell loose again. Lidded eyes fixed on the movement of Tatsuki's hand as she began pleasuring himself, Uryuu couldn't decide if she was offering him a demonstration or a seduction. The second opinion currently held the majority vote due to the desperate throbbing his cock signaled as he watched her moan.
When she took his hand and placed it once more between her thighs, Uryuu showed no hesitancy. The pads of his fingers instantly fell to work, dipping into the slickness he found there and copying the circular motions he'd watched her do minutes before. Tongue running along his lips as he concentrated, he ran his hand along her folds until he felt the fleshy nub. This time, stroking gently, he could tell Tatsuki was pleased, feeling her body writhe beneath him.
Teasing along the damp opening, Uryuu inserted an experimental finger before bringing his body down to lay flush against her own. Bringing his mouth down to kiss along the underside of her chin, his voice was a whisper. "Am I...doing better...now?"
The pressure coiling within her made it too difficult for Tatsuki to answer the question verbally, but her actions were indication enough, squirming and trying to thrust herself down and onto Uryuu’s finger while panting, moaning. It was all too much, the feel of his thumb gently tracing her clit, his entire body pressed against hers, creating friction as she moved, and the welcome intrusion of his finger, stroking with remarkable precision as his whispers met her ear. She was trying so hard to hold on, to wait, but it seemed that her reaction only spurred Uryuu on.
Knowing that it was but a matter of time, Tatsuki pulled herself slightly off the bed in order to reach Uryuu’s lips, wanting to make the most of her energy while it was at its peak. Her tongue roughly pushed its way past his lips, exploring as much of his mouth as it could as though to catch up with the fingers doing wonders below. Soon, the kisses were punctuated by still louder moans as Tatsuki continued to drive her hips down, and after a few moments she pulled back from his lips, face contorting as she felt herself driven over the edge. Entire body tensing, Tatsuki rested her forehead against Uryuu’s, crying out his name a few times, softly, against his lips, before finally falling back onto the pillow.
Shit. Had Uryuu just outlasted her? The guy who didn’t even watch porn and was seeing a woman naked for the first time? Outrageous. No way. He must’ve prepped in the shower or something before she went to his room, because that was just fucking unfair.
But damn if it didn’t feel good.
A wide smile spread on Tatsuki’s face as she finally opened her eyes again, gaze settling on Uryuu as she simply gaped, wanting to accuse him of lying about the porn because no one learned that well or fast without having something to go on. “Shit, Uryuu…” she breathed, chest still heaving up and down. “I think you just got your answer.”
However, there was no way in hell that Tatsuki was going to let him go unsatisfied, not after what he’d just done for her. Finding the hand that had just been pressed against her a few moments ago, Tatsuki peered at it before running her tongue along his fingers, tasting herself on him before sucking the rest off. If the draft in the room was any indication, she was still armed for action, hips rising to grind against his as she rubbed her clit, eyes fluttering shut again. There’d be times to worry about this seemingly insatiable sex drive of hers, but now wasn’t it.
“Do it now,” Tatsuki whispered roughly, pulling her hand back up before she got too carried away and running both along the sides of his body, roving, feeling his muscles as she tugged on his lower lip with her teeth. “Please, Uryuu…”
Tatsuki was riding life’s high and she never wanted to come down.
Hot breath mingling with hers, Uryuu nodded, head incapable of forming words even if his lips could string them together. He could feel the heat dance across his body wherever she made contact, the friction between them causing his nerve endings to tingle when she shifted beneath him. No longer shy in his desire to take her, his need to be inside her, Uryuu made no move to stifle his moan as he positioned himself between her legs. The pressure within him had reached an excruciating point, painfully anxious and begging for release.
Gripping Tatsuki's waist for balance, Uryuu lowered his hips and eased himself inside, exhaling sharply as the slickness enveloped him. She was so tight that at first all he could register was her muscles constricting around him, sending ripples of pleasure down his spine as they clenched his shaft. Rolling his hips to find a comfortable position, he began to thrust (awkwardly at first), slowly growing used to the feel of her body from the inside. It was hard to tell where she ended and he began, skin pressed against heated skin, limbs wrapping around each other to leave no space in between.
To Uryuu it felt as if they were crossing a barrier, not only in the physical sense but emotional as well. The level of intimacy they had established was new to him, experience teaching that only few were trustworthy enough to be allowed so close to him. Tatsuki's entrance into his world had turned things upside down, but had also filled him with a resolve that made him feel capable of facing anything that might come his...their way. If she needed a companion, that's what he would be. If she needed protection, that's what he would offer. He'd keep her safe.
He wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
"Oh, Tatsuki...you feel so good...," he moaned into her skin, lips savoring the saltiness as he flicked a tongue over neck, her collarbone. Burying his head into her shoulder, one hand returning to massage the mound of her breast, he could felt the beads of sweat rolling down his back. His strokes became faster and deeper, panting with the effort of getting them both off in the most effective way possible. Thrusting hilt deep Uryuu bit his lip, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer but wanting to prolong the experience for as long as possible.
It hurt more than Tatsuki expected. Granted, the girl had quite a tolerance for pain, but the initial thrust definitely hurt, her breath coming in a hiss as she felt herself stretching-perhaps even tearing-to accommodate Uryuu’s length. Tatsuki bit her lower lip, trying to relax, but altogether probably failing, body tensing with even the most subtle of movements that she felt within her. For his sake, however, Tatsuki held her tongue, only gasping when some thrusts sent particularly painful twinges through her body. In the back of her mind, Tatsuki hoped that she wasn’t staining the sheets-it had been four months since she had last had sex, after all, and even before that, it had been quick and dirty.
But she trusted him. Tatsuki trusted Uryuu, and even if it hurt right now, it was only in the physical sense; the rest of Tatsuki felt like she belonged there, lying under him, skin pressed against his, and slowly the pain began to wear away, becoming more of a dull ache than anything else. She began to focus her attention on other things, such as the way Uryuu’s hand was rolling her breast, or the feel of his tongue trailing on her skin.
And then, Uryuu thrust even deeper, managing to hit something that made Tatsuki’s back arch with pleasure.
“Ohh, fuck,” Tatsuki hissed, immediately wrapping her legs around Uryuu’s waist and wanting very much to feel that again. Granted, such deep thrusts brought some of the searing pain back, but the shudder that ran through her entire body easily outweighed any of the nuisances, and so Tatsuki persisted in helping, pushing herself down to meet Uryuu’s movements and accompanying them with light gasps. “Yes… fuck me harder… I’m almost there…”
Her voice trailed off into a whine as Tatsuki’s head fell back on the pillow again, eyes scrunched shut as she felt the coil wind tighter and tighter, sensations spreading from head to foot. For a few seconds longer, she held on, fingers digging into Uryuu’s shoulders, probably deep enough to leave a few welts for the next day.
“Uryuu… Uryuu, I…”
Shaking her head from side to side, Tatsuki continued to cry out, brain short-circuiting and leaving Tatsuki unable to quite finish her sentence before her body clamped down again, squeezing around Uryuu like a vice and pulling him in. Suddenly, white-hot flashes shot through her nerves, toes curling as Tatsuki suddenly fell silent, lost in the moment and finally relaxing into the bed once more, chest rising and falling.
Slowly opening her eyes, Tatsuki tried to focus her gaze, fixating on Uryuu once more.
When he'd first entered her, Uryuu had been afraid that he was hurting her again, the hiss that escaped her lips being cause for concern. But Tatsuki hadn't said anything and he took her silence as permission to keep going.
"Oh, God... Tatsuki....S-shit..."
He felt her body arc beneath him, broken words barely registering in his ears as he grew more confident in his strokes, repeated entry making penetration that much easier. Tatsuki's moans of approval only served to spur him on further. Uryuu felt his muscles growing taunt, the heat and friction of their bodies gliding together snowballing to signal climax.
Tatsuki's body tightened around him, driving him deeper still, causing Uryuu to let out a strangled gasp. What followed was the sound of her voice straining to call his name and a sensation so intense that he felt it spread through his body from one end to the other. His release had come so fast and hard that Uryuu actually felt his body tremble against her own, her body still tightening around his shaft to milk him.
Fumbling to find her hand amongst the sweat soaked sheets, he intertwined their fingers and squeezed gently. Dark hair falling into his peripheral vision, Uryuu pressed his forehead to her own, their pants mingling as he fought to catch his breath. Tatsuki's eyes were closed and he took the opportunity to kiss her face gently, sharp eyes memorizing her features as she bathed in the sexual afterglow. Then her eyes were open and he didn't know what to say, except that he couldn't break the contact.
If he wasn't careful the wrong words would slip out. Words he wanted to say, but felt that it was too soon to say out loud. Things that he was sure would scare Tatsuki off if she wasn't ready to hear them...
Choosing to bite his tongue, Uryuu settled for a contented sigh and whispered gratitude. His body rolled to the side, bringing her with him as he sank into the pillows. Using the thumb of his free hand to stroke her cheek, he leaned up to kiss her once more.
"I know I'm a beginner, but I can confidently say that that was the best game of poker I've ever played."
If Tatsuki was into chick flicks and all that romantic shit, she probably would’ve labeled the night as something all too fitting for the genre, right down to the way time felt suspended as she locked gazes with Uryuu, feeling his warmth spread within her and liking it, not giving a single thought to the consequences. She could probably find a morning after pill the next day, right? Going into the bathroom and taking initial precautions just didn’t seem worth it. Mentioning it verbally was probably a bad idea too, given how excitable Uryuu was.
And, oddly enough, to top it all off, Tatsuki couldn’t even truthfully say that it would be an entirely negative turn of events of things did veer in that direction. Well, couldn’t say it at the moment, anyway. The glow was just too fucking bright; by this point, she wasn’t seeing anything clearly.
Her lips parted for a moment, as though trying to form words, but they weren’t quite able to. Soon enough, however, it didn’t really matter; Tatsuki felt Uryuu’s arms pulling her to him once more, and at once all words were stifled as she closed her eyes and welcomed the sense of security she felt while in his arms. Tatsuki took a deep breath, mind making all the observations it could, taking his scent, his touch, virtually everything, and tucking it in the recesses of her mind. They’d probably invade her dreams for a long while.
When Uryuu shifted again, lips falling against hers once more, Tatsuki felt her eyes immediately close, heart pounding madly against her chest, muscles almost tightening with expectation. There was a suspiciously sharp, burning sensation at the corners of her eyes, and Tatsuki started as Uryuu pulled away, realizing that there was something sliding down from her cheek and onto the pillow, seeping into the fabric.
She’d fallen. Hard.
Tongue running nervously along her lower lip, Tatsuki could feel the butterflies going wild in her stomach, almost encouraging her in an odd, twisted sort of way. But before she could complete that damned sentence, she felt the vibrations of Uryuu’s voice pass from his body to her own, brain taking a few moments to process his words.
Without breaking into a similar smile, without even a nod, Tatsuki nestled herself even closer to Uryuu’s body, hiding her face in the crook of his neck, where she finally felt free to squeeze her eyes shut. She swallowed thickly, body satiated, yet still feeling some kind of ache within her.
Tatsuki wondered if it was normal. Maybe it’d be there for a long time to come.
“And more, Uryuu,” she murmured, body relaxing as sleep came to grant her a temporary reprieve.
“Much more.”
Characters: Arisawa Tatsuki, Ishida Uryuu
Location: Future 7; Uryuu's Quarters
Timeframe: May 30th, Directly following Uryuu's last post
Status: Closed
Warnings: NC-17, people. What else do you think strip poker leads to?
He felt her pull away to turn her back to him, and for a moment Uryuu tensed, afraid his instincts had lead him wrong. But then Tatsuki had turned to give him that look and he felt the heat of it flood his body. There was no question that the desire in her eyes echoed his own. Brown orbs granting him permission, inviting him to cross the barrier that separated them from a game full of sly intentions and what they really wanted.
Swallowing hard, Uryuu nodded in response. "..Alright. "
Running a tentative hand along the bandages his hands found the pin lodged there and pulled it loose. Immediately he felt the cloth slacken, the tightness of the binding finding release in the small maneuver. Leaning back, he carefully placed the pin near his glasses on the bedside table for safekeeping. In Uryuu's mind the action felt as if he were finalizing something, removing restrictions that the items symbolized to him.
Returning to his position behind her, Uryuu gripped the cloth and began to unravel, fingers working nimbly as they orbited her torso. Reaching under Tatsuki's arms to gather from the area he couldn't see, he felt his hands brush soft curves and his breath caught in his throat. More and more smooth skin was revealing its self to him between the lines as he continued to roll and he had a desire to touch it, to taste it. A romantic at heart, Uryuu found the moment to be intensely intimate between them, deserving an almost reverence that kept him from speaking, lest he break the spell.
Uryuu lowered his head again, brushing his lips against the crook between her neck and shoulders. Lips working at the same measured pace as his hands, he nipped at her salty skin: kisses that teased and promised all at once. His arm brushed her curves again as he went around for a fourth and final time, skin tingling with contact.
Allowing the bandages to drop from his fingertips onto the bed, his work done, Uryuu did not pull back. Instead he leaned into her, torso against her back as he murmured into her shoulder.
"Tatsuki..."
Somehow, even as the cloth that was usually tightly bound around her chest was being removed, Tatsuki felt no less constricted, daring not even to breathe until she felt the binding slide completely off from her body. Eyes fluttering shut, she had tilted her head to the side to give Uryuu easier access to her neck, a gesture of trust, perhaps more so than he had realized. A contented sigh slipped through her lips as she felt the gap between their bodies close, warmth meeting the long-exposed and highly sensitized skin and sending sparks throughout. She slid back slightly to increase the area of contact, gasping sharply as she felt something rather distinct poking her in the back, for lack of a better word. All at once, the grin returned to her lips, Tatsuki feeling somehow more comfortable in a situation that was readily turning more awkward.
Although she didn’t mention it, the removal of the binding around her chest had served as more than just a lifting of barriers to Tatsuki. Ever since boarding the Future 7 itself, Tatsuki had worn that thin strip of cotton around her chest, and in a way, it had defined her new life, her new life as a boy seeking adventure in the skies. It didn’t really even matter when most of the crew quickly discovered-or, actually, it was only Ichigo that had needed to discover it-her true gender; the binding still served to hold her to this other identity she held for herself. To hold back the girl that she once was in a place where she didn’t really belong.
Removing it was, in a sense, reaffirming the fact that she was indeed female. That under the barrier of strength she had attempted so carefully to construct, there was something entirely feminine, sensual, something that needed to be touched and held and adored. A removal of what held her steady to make it easier to fall into someone else’s arms.
Slowly, she began to teasingly rock her hips against him. “Uryuu…”
The tone of her voice almost shocked her-deep and strained.
Turning her head slightly to nuzzle in his cheek, Tatsuki took his hands into her own, almost shaking with the effort to return the restraint that he had shown her, to not break this illusion that she could sense Uryuu crafting for himself. For his sake, she would go slow. Or at least, she’d try.
Tatsuki lifted his hands, letting them hang ever so close to her chest. “You can touch them, you know,” she murmured devilishly. “I’m surprised that you didn’t immediately hone in on them like you did last time…”
"I didn't hone in on them!," he replied defensively. "I just got a little...carried away." He could tell she was making fun of him, reminding Uryuu of his eagerness to touch her the first time they'd been alone together.
Memory served to remind him that the situation had been different then: he'd declared his feelings and she hadn't rejected him, filling him with an adrenaline that had caused him to act out of turn. For weeks after Uryuu had all but avoided touching her body, fearing a similar reaction. Tatsuki had been through so much already, the last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable or perpetuate the idea that he was some sort of sexual predator in sheep's clothing. Contenting himself to kisses and cuddles wouldn't be so hard if it offered proof that losing his virginity wasn't the only thing he stood to gain from their relationship.
But with all his good intentions, lust was a factor that threatened to test even Uryuu's patience. He'd have been lying if he said it wasn't something he'd thought about.
Encouraged by the grip of her hands on his, Uryuu cupped her breasts gently, a radiant flush covering his face. He was grateful for the fact that Tatsuki's back was turned to him, sure that if she could seen his reaction she'd have burst out laughing and ruined the mood. Soft and yielding under his touch, he kneaded the soft curves with his hands and marveled at the sensuality of doing so. He felt her hips rock against him and a small groan of desire escaped his throat. The sound was needy, primal, and completely foreign to his ears. Somewhere in his consciousness he was aware that the deck of playing cards were brushing against his thighs, already having fallen over from their movements on the bed, but he paid it no attention.
Breasts still in hand, Uryuu kissed along the areas his lips could reach, using his teeth to nip at sensitive skin. His tongue flicked her earlobe and he took the opportunity to nibble, punctuating the move with a slight squeeze of his hands. New and unsure, he couldn't tell whether any of this was effective.
Oh, it was effective. Granted, Tatsuki knew that Uryuu had no prior experience with this level of intimacy, and it showed in his hesitance, his inability to stray far from a simple massage of her breasts. Nevertheless, there was promise in his movements, and her body was clearly reacting to them, encouraging them, trying to give him signs of what it liked and what it didn’t-although the latter was fairly nonexistent at this point.
Her gasp was nearly inaudible when Uryuu’s hands first cupped her breasts, tender and very different than her own, large enough for each to practically cover each mound. For all of Tatsuki’s teasing about how much of a prude Uryuu was, the truth was that technically she was hardly any more experienced, and wouldn’t have known what to do at all if it weren’t for what happened four months ago. The experience back then, no matter how much Tatsuki had wanted to push it out of her mind, had awakened something within her, opened her to the concept of sexual exploration; Uryuu certainly hadn’t been the only one who felt the pull of temptation those past few weeks, and many a night Tatsuki was very glad for the fact that her own quarters were so far from the rest of the crew.
As he continued kneading, the flush on Tatsuki’s cheeks began to burn brighter and brighter-she wondered if Uryuu would have preferred larger breasts. Not that Tatsuki had ever thought of her own as particularly small, but she hadn’t been able to fully grasp them with her own hands like Uryuu was currently doing, and-ooohh. Tatsuki couldn’t repress a low moan as she felt Uryuu’s tongue trace along the shell of her ear, body first tensing before relaxing even further.
Lips parted, Tatsuki tilted her head back, closing her eyes as her breathing began to grow more erratic. “Uryuu,” she murmured, halfway between a whine and a moan, “I’ve wanted you… for so long…”
Her right hand began to travel downward, needing to release some of the pressure, and Tatsuki let it settle on top of her already damp panties, gasping sharply as she slowly began to rub in circular motions. Groaning, Tatsuki’s hips bucked, but it wasn’t her own hand that she wanted there-she wanted to feel his hands running over her body, his lips, his tongue. Screwing her eyes, Tatsuki increased the pace of her rubbing, panting and letting out a series of small whimpers as she felt the heat increase before it finally became too much.
With a loud groan escaping from clenched teeth, Tatsuki turned around in Uryuu’s lap, the bright red of his face barely even registering as she pressed her lips fiercely against his, pushing him down on the bed before rolling the both of them over, probably causing both clothes and cards to fall onto the floor but not really caring in the least. Thighs rubbing tightly together, Tatsuki raised her arms to circle around Uryuu’s neck, pulling him down for insistent kisses.
“Take me,” she whispered against his lips, a slight pleading tone in her voice. “Touch me, kiss me… make me yours.”
And if that wasn’t enough to get him going, Tatsuki wasn’t sure what would.
She'd given herself up so completely to him that Uryuu felt aroused enough to come just from her words alone. They were words that he'd longed to hear, weeks spent lying alone in his bed at night imagining Tatsuki was next to him, sighing them into his ear. Acknowledging the fact that when his hand traveled beneath the sheets, it was always her that he imagined. Even now he could feel the familiar tension coiling in his loins as he stretched his body over hers, legs straddling her body, and the pilot questioned his ability to hold on. His hips were grinding against hers of their own accord and he moaned into her mouth while returning her fiery kisses.
Creating a wet trail as he ran his mouth along her neck and collarbone, Uryuu's hands were traveling down her sides, skimming her thighs to flutter across her skin. His fingers brushed the apex between her legs and he could feel the dampness there.
"You're soaked," he whispered like a scientist who'd discovered the relationship of cause and effect. Perhaps he was proud to know he could cause such a reaction in the woman beneath him, her pleas affirmed by her body. Slipping clumsy fingers into the elastic of her panties he fumbled to pull them down, almost taken back by his own boldness. He didn't want to overanalyze his actions for once--he just wanted to give in. Once removed, his hands turned to his undergarments as well, the erection there relieved to be freed of its restrictions.
His mouth skimmed over the breasts his hands had fondled, tongue tentatively taking a nipple between his lips and pulling. They continued down her torso, stopping at her belly button when he pulled his body into a sitting position. Uryuu took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her naked form, chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. He wanted to burn it into his mind, the image of her flushed body ready and waiting for him. To know for just one moment that they'd given in to what they desired without a thought of who was chasing them and what they were running from. Time could be suspended from here on out and Uryuu would have felt content.
But time was still passing and with every second his desire to take her overwhelmed him. Lowering himself onto her again, Uryuu pressed his lips against her ears, his voice husky as he whispered. "I've wanted you too."
Eyes slowly closing at the feel of his fingers brushing over the fabric of her panties, Tatsuki squirmed under Uryuu’s touch, a bright flush spreading across her cheeks at his whisper and as he tugged the undergarments free. She knew that what he said wasn’t meant to be vindictive nor teasing, yet Tatsuki couldn’t help feeling a bit embarrassed by it all, this lack of control that had driven her to suggest a game of strip poker to begin with. A faint smile teased her lips as she turned her head to the side, unable to meet Uryuu’s gaze for the moment.
Especially when she began to feel something rather suspicious rubbing against her inner thigh. She didn’t know how to go about that at all. Was there some type of code of conduct for this sort of thing? Was Tatsuki supposed to look? Was she not?
Fortunately, Tatsuki’s inner battle was quickly interrupted by the feel of lips closing around her nipple, back immediately arching at the feel of his tongue swirling around and hands fisting in his hair.
“Oh, god…”
Slowly, she felt herself being pushed closer and closer to the brink, and Tatsuki could’ve sworn that if she hadn’t been trying so hard to restrain herself, she probably would have snapped already. When Tatsuki felt Uryuu’s lips leave her skin, her eyes slowly opened to find him staring at her, longingly, yet tenderly.
All at once, her mind hurtled back to a level of modesty Tatsuki wasn’t even aware that she even had, and even as Uryuu’s whisper sent shivers down her spine, Tatsuki had the feeling that he was going to have to do a little more work to keep her mind away from this sudden bout of self-consciousness.
Trying hard to get herself back in the mood, Tatsuki’s hands traced their way to either side of Uryuu’s jaw, pulling him back up as she leaned in, biting his lower lip and giving it a playful tug. “Don’t stop… don’t stop touching me…”
In what was hopefully a push of encouragement, Tatsuki raised her hips again, grinding roughly against Uryuu as she deepened the kiss. Although she couldn’t help wondering if Uryuu really knew what she meant by ‘touching’-he knew where the clitoris was, right?
If he didn't know where to find it, he was about to find out. Using one hand for balance, Uryuu slid the other over toned skin, traveling past her abdomen to rest between her thighs. He could feel the warmth spreading across his cheeks again even as he grew more aroused, his breaths growing shallow. The pilot had definitely found himself in unfamiliar territory: the most mysterious part of a woman, her so-called 'flower'.
Navigating it with his hand served to be even harder, textbooks and diagrams leaving him entirely unprepared for what he found there. The long fingers that resembled those of a pianist found themselves literally poking in search of the sensitive nub he'd read about, whose sole purpose was to bring a woman sexual satisfaction.
"L..like this?"
The key word in Uryuu’s mind should have been sensitive.
Literally yelping as Uryuu’s successive probes finally hit their mark, but with far too much force, Tatsuki clapped a hand over her mouth and immediately flipped over on her stomach-and not in a manner which would have suggested that she was granting him the right to enter via the posterior end. Squeezing her eyes shut, Tatsuki buried her face in the pillow, some choice words fortunately muffled in the feathers as she tried to ignore the twanging of her nerves, as though they were strings on a violin plucked more harshly than those of a ukulele.
After the initial pain wore off, Tatsuki sighed into the pillow, marveling at how quickly the atmosphere had changed thanks to Uryuu’s inexperience with all things female. Sniggering, Tatsuki finally turned back over onto her back, one hand resting on her forehead as she looked up at Uryuu, the expression on his face only serving to further dissolve her into giggles.
“N-no,” Tatsuki replied, shaking her head slowly. “Not like that. You’re not trying to test my reflexes, Uryuu, you’re trying to turn me on. What you just did was like…”
Tatsuki paused, searching for the right words.
“What you just did was like kneeing a guy in the crotch instead of gently closing around… it… with your hand. If you get my drift.”
And the worst of it was the fact that Tatsuki could guess what was coming next, the need to actually teach Uryuu what to do and how to do it, which all parts of her mind could only assume was going to be pretty damn mortifying. Snickering and turning beet red, Tatsuki covered her face with both hands.
“Oh, the mood is totally gone now. Do you even know where the clitoris is? Or what to do with it? I mean… you’ve watched porn, right?”
Where was the nearest hole when he needed one to crawl into?
Shaking his head no, Uryuu did his best to avoid immediate eye contact with Tatsuki. As if his mistake hadn't been enough, he had the added pleasure of being the only male in existence who didn't indulge in something as common place as porn.
"You don't have to watch pornography to know where the clitoris is," Uryuu replied matter-of-factly as he withdrew his hand and sat back on his knees. "Anatomy books place it somewhere near the, uh, top of the vaginal opening..." He trailed off, uncomfortable with the admission that it was a subject completely new to him. "It's just a matter of stimulation, right?"
Tatsuki blinked, brow furrowing despite her widening smile, sitting up to look Uryuu face to face. “Wait. Are you saying that you don’t watch porn?” Tatsuki exclaimed, tilting her head in disbelief. “Then… don’t you jack off? I mean, you can’t have gone all these years without learning how to masturbate somewhere along the way, right? You look like you’ve-”
Finally unable to avoid it any longer, Tatsuki chanced a glance down at Uryuu’s length, and let out a little incomprehensible noise from the back of her throat. Having grown up alongside a group of local thugs and alley boys, Tatsuki had seen more of her fair share of sausages, especially when swimming in the lake, so the looks alone weren’t what concerned her. Rather, it was the fact that given Uryuu’s slender build, Tatsuki hadn’t been expecting much, to put it lightly, but Uryuu was… exceeding expectations. And it was pointing at her. That was new.
Swallowing thickly and controlled by momentary impulse, Tatsuki leaned forward to grab it in her hand, just to make sure that this wasn’t some kind of fill-in-the-blank hallucination driven by lust or anything along those lines. And sure enough, it wasn’t. The little twitch she felt reassured her of that-though not without making her jump and turn all shades of red.
“-got a healthy… uh… sex drive.”
What were they talking about earlier? Oh right, her clit. And about the fact that Uryuu was flippantly waving it off as a simple matter, perhaps one that could even be overlooked. Laughing lightly to herself as she waited for Uryuu to calm down, Tatsuki averted her gaze for several seconds before turning to him again, trying to twist her face into some expression that would make it clear that this was Very Serious Business.
“Anyway, even if you’re the most repressed guy out there, uh. You should’ve heard that… oh, fuck it. Just watch.”
Laying back on the bed, Tatsuki gestured for Uryuu to move closer. Trying to ignore the burning in her cheeks, Tatsuki tilted her head back on the pillow, breathing heavily as she parted her folds with her fingers.
“Clit’s not just a matter of stimulation; it can be the difference between a girl truly coming or just faking it. In fact, most girls get off more this way than through vaginal sex, so it’s important that you prep before… y’know.” Tatsuki paused, licking her lips as she tried to calm her nerves. “The clit’s at the top-if you don’t wanna visually search for it, just lightly rub around until you feel a bump. Right around-oohhh…”
Sighing, Tatsuki closed her eyes and clenched her jaw, rubbing herself in circular motions and immediately feeling her body relax again. Maybe the mood hadn’t been ruined quite as much as she’d thought.
“G-got that, Uryuu?” she gasped, reaching out with her free hand for his and pulling it to her. “Now stop making me do all the work and… t-try it out.”
Uryuu had been paying close attention to Tatsuki's words until he felt, rather than saw, her grip his erection with her hand. Eyes instantly flying shut at the contact, a small "Mmm.." of appreciation escaped his lips. Her hand was soft, warm, and the first to touch him down there besides his own. While his opinions on masturbation were something he'd never openly discuss, he couldn't deny that a stranger's touch was a vast improvement only the aching nights he'd spent handling things on his own. A few seconds passed and Tatsuki released him, more than likely unaware of just what she was doing to him. Her contact had been entirely too brief, but potent enough to cloud his mind with a lustful haze.
Giving himself a moment to clear the cobwebs, Uryuu opened his eyes in time to see Tatsuki lean back into the pillows at the head of his bed, beckoning him with her fingers and spreading her legs open.
The bed dipped as he moved closer to her, one damp palm catching hold of an abandoned playing card before it fell loose again. Lidded eyes fixed on the movement of Tatsuki's hand as she began pleasuring himself, Uryuu couldn't decide if she was offering him a demonstration or a seduction. The second opinion currently held the majority vote due to the desperate throbbing his cock signaled as he watched her moan.
When she took his hand and placed it once more between her thighs, Uryuu showed no hesitancy. The pads of his fingers instantly fell to work, dipping into the slickness he found there and copying the circular motions he'd watched her do minutes before. Tongue running along his lips as he concentrated, he ran his hand along her folds until he felt the fleshy nub. This time, stroking gently, he could tell Tatsuki was pleased, feeling her body writhe beneath him.
Teasing along the damp opening, Uryuu inserted an experimental finger before bringing his body down to lay flush against her own. Bringing his mouth down to kiss along the underside of her chin, his voice was a whisper. "Am I...doing better...now?"
The pressure coiling within her made it too difficult for Tatsuki to answer the question verbally, but her actions were indication enough, squirming and trying to thrust herself down and onto Uryuu’s finger while panting, moaning. It was all too much, the feel of his thumb gently tracing her clit, his entire body pressed against hers, creating friction as she moved, and the welcome intrusion of his finger, stroking with remarkable precision as his whispers met her ear. She was trying so hard to hold on, to wait, but it seemed that her reaction only spurred Uryuu on.
Knowing that it was but a matter of time, Tatsuki pulled herself slightly off the bed in order to reach Uryuu’s lips, wanting to make the most of her energy while it was at its peak. Her tongue roughly pushed its way past his lips, exploring as much of his mouth as it could as though to catch up with the fingers doing wonders below. Soon, the kisses were punctuated by still louder moans as Tatsuki continued to drive her hips down, and after a few moments she pulled back from his lips, face contorting as she felt herself driven over the edge. Entire body tensing, Tatsuki rested her forehead against Uryuu’s, crying out his name a few times, softly, against his lips, before finally falling back onto the pillow.
Shit. Had Uryuu just outlasted her? The guy who didn’t even watch porn and was seeing a woman naked for the first time? Outrageous. No way. He must’ve prepped in the shower or something before she went to his room, because that was just fucking unfair.
But damn if it didn’t feel good.
A wide smile spread on Tatsuki’s face as she finally opened her eyes again, gaze settling on Uryuu as she simply gaped, wanting to accuse him of lying about the porn because no one learned that well or fast without having something to go on. “Shit, Uryuu…” she breathed, chest still heaving up and down. “I think you just got your answer.”
However, there was no way in hell that Tatsuki was going to let him go unsatisfied, not after what he’d just done for her. Finding the hand that had just been pressed against her a few moments ago, Tatsuki peered at it before running her tongue along his fingers, tasting herself on him before sucking the rest off. If the draft in the room was any indication, she was still armed for action, hips rising to grind against his as she rubbed her clit, eyes fluttering shut again. There’d be times to worry about this seemingly insatiable sex drive of hers, but now wasn’t it.
“Do it now,” Tatsuki whispered roughly, pulling her hand back up before she got too carried away and running both along the sides of his body, roving, feeling his muscles as she tugged on his lower lip with her teeth. “Please, Uryuu…”
Tatsuki was riding life’s high and she never wanted to come down.
Hot breath mingling with hers, Uryuu nodded, head incapable of forming words even if his lips could string them together. He could feel the heat dance across his body wherever she made contact, the friction between them causing his nerve endings to tingle when she shifted beneath him. No longer shy in his desire to take her, his need to be inside her, Uryuu made no move to stifle his moan as he positioned himself between her legs. The pressure within him had reached an excruciating point, painfully anxious and begging for release.
Gripping Tatsuki's waist for balance, Uryuu lowered his hips and eased himself inside, exhaling sharply as the slickness enveloped him. She was so tight that at first all he could register was her muscles constricting around him, sending ripples of pleasure down his spine as they clenched his shaft. Rolling his hips to find a comfortable position, he began to thrust (awkwardly at first), slowly growing used to the feel of her body from the inside. It was hard to tell where she ended and he began, skin pressed against heated skin, limbs wrapping around each other to leave no space in between.
To Uryuu it felt as if they were crossing a barrier, not only in the physical sense but emotional as well. The level of intimacy they had established was new to him, experience teaching that only few were trustworthy enough to be allowed so close to him. Tatsuki's entrance into his world had turned things upside down, but had also filled him with a resolve that made him feel capable of facing anything that might come his...their way. If she needed a companion, that's what he would be. If she needed protection, that's what he would offer. He'd keep her safe.
He wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
"Oh, Tatsuki...you feel so good...," he moaned into her skin, lips savoring the saltiness as he flicked a tongue over neck, her collarbone. Burying his head into her shoulder, one hand returning to massage the mound of her breast, he could felt the beads of sweat rolling down his back. His strokes became faster and deeper, panting with the effort of getting them both off in the most effective way possible. Thrusting hilt deep Uryuu bit his lip, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer but wanting to prolong the experience for as long as possible.
It hurt more than Tatsuki expected. Granted, the girl had quite a tolerance for pain, but the initial thrust definitely hurt, her breath coming in a hiss as she felt herself stretching-perhaps even tearing-to accommodate Uryuu’s length. Tatsuki bit her lower lip, trying to relax, but altogether probably failing, body tensing with even the most subtle of movements that she felt within her. For his sake, however, Tatsuki held her tongue, only gasping when some thrusts sent particularly painful twinges through her body. In the back of her mind, Tatsuki hoped that she wasn’t staining the sheets-it had been four months since she had last had sex, after all, and even before that, it had been quick and dirty.
But she trusted him. Tatsuki trusted Uryuu, and even if it hurt right now, it was only in the physical sense; the rest of Tatsuki felt like she belonged there, lying under him, skin pressed against his, and slowly the pain began to wear away, becoming more of a dull ache than anything else. She began to focus her attention on other things, such as the way Uryuu’s hand was rolling her breast, or the feel of his tongue trailing on her skin.
And then, Uryuu thrust even deeper, managing to hit something that made Tatsuki’s back arch with pleasure.
“Ohh, fuck,” Tatsuki hissed, immediately wrapping her legs around Uryuu’s waist and wanting very much to feel that again. Granted, such deep thrusts brought some of the searing pain back, but the shudder that ran through her entire body easily outweighed any of the nuisances, and so Tatsuki persisted in helping, pushing herself down to meet Uryuu’s movements and accompanying them with light gasps. “Yes… fuck me harder… I’m almost there…”
Her voice trailed off into a whine as Tatsuki’s head fell back on the pillow again, eyes scrunched shut as she felt the coil wind tighter and tighter, sensations spreading from head to foot. For a few seconds longer, she held on, fingers digging into Uryuu’s shoulders, probably deep enough to leave a few welts for the next day.
“Uryuu… Uryuu, I…”
Shaking her head from side to side, Tatsuki continued to cry out, brain short-circuiting and leaving Tatsuki unable to quite finish her sentence before her body clamped down again, squeezing around Uryuu like a vice and pulling him in. Suddenly, white-hot flashes shot through her nerves, toes curling as Tatsuki suddenly fell silent, lost in the moment and finally relaxing into the bed once more, chest rising and falling.
Slowly opening her eyes, Tatsuki tried to focus her gaze, fixating on Uryuu once more.
When he'd first entered her, Uryuu had been afraid that he was hurting her again, the hiss that escaped her lips being cause for concern. But Tatsuki hadn't said anything and he took her silence as permission to keep going.
"Oh, God... Tatsuki....S-shit..."
He felt her body arc beneath him, broken words barely registering in his ears as he grew more confident in his strokes, repeated entry making penetration that much easier. Tatsuki's moans of approval only served to spur him on further. Uryuu felt his muscles growing taunt, the heat and friction of their bodies gliding together snowballing to signal climax.
Tatsuki's body tightened around him, driving him deeper still, causing Uryuu to let out a strangled gasp. What followed was the sound of her voice straining to call his name and a sensation so intense that he felt it spread through his body from one end to the other. His release had come so fast and hard that Uryuu actually felt his body tremble against her own, her body still tightening around his shaft to milk him.
Fumbling to find her hand amongst the sweat soaked sheets, he intertwined their fingers and squeezed gently. Dark hair falling into his peripheral vision, Uryuu pressed his forehead to her own, their pants mingling as he fought to catch his breath. Tatsuki's eyes were closed and he took the opportunity to kiss her face gently, sharp eyes memorizing her features as she bathed in the sexual afterglow. Then her eyes were open and he didn't know what to say, except that he couldn't break the contact.
If he wasn't careful the wrong words would slip out. Words he wanted to say, but felt that it was too soon to say out loud. Things that he was sure would scare Tatsuki off if she wasn't ready to hear them...
Choosing to bite his tongue, Uryuu settled for a contented sigh and whispered gratitude. His body rolled to the side, bringing her with him as he sank into the pillows. Using the thumb of his free hand to stroke her cheek, he leaned up to kiss her once more.
"I know I'm a beginner, but I can confidently say that that was the best game of poker I've ever played."
If Tatsuki was into chick flicks and all that romantic shit, she probably would’ve labeled the night as something all too fitting for the genre, right down to the way time felt suspended as she locked gazes with Uryuu, feeling his warmth spread within her and liking it, not giving a single thought to the consequences. She could probably find a morning after pill the next day, right? Going into the bathroom and taking initial precautions just didn’t seem worth it. Mentioning it verbally was probably a bad idea too, given how excitable Uryuu was.
And, oddly enough, to top it all off, Tatsuki couldn’t even truthfully say that it would be an entirely negative turn of events of things did veer in that direction. Well, couldn’t say it at the moment, anyway. The glow was just too fucking bright; by this point, she wasn’t seeing anything clearly.
Her lips parted for a moment, as though trying to form words, but they weren’t quite able to. Soon enough, however, it didn’t really matter; Tatsuki felt Uryuu’s arms pulling her to him once more, and at once all words were stifled as she closed her eyes and welcomed the sense of security she felt while in his arms. Tatsuki took a deep breath, mind making all the observations it could, taking his scent, his touch, virtually everything, and tucking it in the recesses of her mind. They’d probably invade her dreams for a long while.
When Uryuu shifted again, lips falling against hers once more, Tatsuki felt her eyes immediately close, heart pounding madly against her chest, muscles almost tightening with expectation. There was a suspiciously sharp, burning sensation at the corners of her eyes, and Tatsuki started as Uryuu pulled away, realizing that there was something sliding down from her cheek and onto the pillow, seeping into the fabric.
She’d fallen. Hard.
Tongue running nervously along her lower lip, Tatsuki could feel the butterflies going wild in her stomach, almost encouraging her in an odd, twisted sort of way. But before she could complete that damned sentence, she felt the vibrations of Uryuu’s voice pass from his body to her own, brain taking a few moments to process his words.
Without breaking into a similar smile, without even a nod, Tatsuki nestled herself even closer to Uryuu’s body, hiding her face in the crook of his neck, where she finally felt free to squeeze her eyes shut. She swallowed thickly, body satiated, yet still feeling some kind of ache within her.
Tatsuki wondered if it was normal. Maybe it’d be there for a long time to come.
“And more, Uryuu,” she murmured, body relaxing as sleep came to grant her a temporary reprieve.
“Much more.”