CHILDREN OF THE WORLD, LOOK AWAY~!hakuMarch 8 2008, 06:03:26 UTC
He kept the pace slow, measured, determined to feel every inch of her, to remind himself of everything he had lost and of everything he would never lose again. The only sound in the room was their harsh breathing, the occasional disjointed words escaping their lips as his hand squeezed hers.
He couldn't get enough of her, of this; at that moment, there was nothing else in his world besides the two of them, together, entwined.
This is the woman I love. This is the love of my life.
The build up was gradual, painstakingly unhurried, so that when Tatsuki finally threw her head back, hair fanning on the pillow, and tightened around him, thighs squeezing his hips, climax ripped through his entire body. He cried out, the both of them shuddering and clinging to each other as they rode out the waves of searing pleasure together, his hips snapping forward jerkily and drawing out every sensation.
It felt like hours, but it was mere seconds before he was collapsing on top of her, spent and sated. Tears were running down her cheeks, and he gathered what was left of his strength to lift himself on shaky arms and press his lips to the salty sting of her tears, kissing them away. His thumb skimmed across her other cheek, wiping away the moisture as his lips found hers with a deep tenderness he never knew he possessed, as if all the emotions streaming through him could be conveyed in a single kiss.
Keigo's body reacted to her every touch. When she touched his nipple he felt his breath catch at the unfamiliar sensation. He bit her lip in response, one: because she had caught him off guard, and two: to let her know that although it stung, it was a good sort of pain. Years of being picked on had given him a high pain tolerance, and although he would never admit it, it was something that easily turned him on. That aside, it seemed like the kind of thing Karin would do in bed. He smiled against her mouth. Naughty.
Hurriedly he pulled his t-shirt off over his head and tossed it. His hands returned to her jeans, making quick work of the button and zipper. He pulled at the denim, exposing the pink fabric of her panties underneath. She was still seated on his lap, and although he definitely liked it, he couldn't get her pants off fast enough. His inexperience nagged at the back of his mind, and he wasn't sure how long he could hold out. He pushed her off his lap gently, guiding their bodies into a more horizontal position.
"I thought you hated pink..!" Keigo teased as he slid her jeans off completely.
Karin never blushed, so if Keigo ever told anyone that her cheeks were an unusual shade of pink when he asked her that, no one would believe him.
"Yuzu. She...she thought it was funny, okay?!" She glanced at the sad pile her jeans and his shirt made on the ground and felt the quick knee-jerk kind of desire to at least hang them on the back of a chair. If Yuzu came in--
Oh god. What a time to think of her sister. Karin kissed him to forget, a taste before sliding her mouth down lower, leaving a trail she couldn't help but compare to that of a slug, except for the noises he was making weren't sounds of disgust. She was a first-timer, like him (right?), but it seemed right that she'd dominate. She was Karin, and he was Keigo. She wore the pants--figuratively.
Her tongue looped loosing around his nipple, the skin wrinkled like an old man's face, and she had to swallow a laugh. Lifting her head for a moment, she looked up at him. He was paying attention. Good.
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(Also, Ichigo? Naisu ass you've got there in this icon of mine~)
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AND IT'S NOT HOT.
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He couldn't get enough of her, of this; at that moment, there was nothing else in his world besides the two of them, together, entwined.
This is the woman I love. This is the love of my life.
The build up was gradual, painstakingly unhurried, so that when Tatsuki finally threw her head back, hair fanning on the pillow, and tightened around him, thighs squeezing his hips, climax ripped through his entire body. He cried out, the both of them shuddering and clinging to each other as they rode out the waves of searing pleasure together, his hips snapping forward jerkily and drawing out every sensation.
It felt like hours, but it was mere seconds before he was collapsing on top of her, spent and sated. Tears were running down her cheeks, and he gathered what was left of his strength to lift himself on shaky arms and press his lips to the salty sting of her tears, kissing them away. His thumb skimmed across her other cheek, wiping away the moisture as his lips found hers with a deep tenderness he never knew he possessed, as if all the emotions streaming through him could be conveyed in a single kiss.
I love you too.
Unf UNF, Ichigo. ♥
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WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THAT?!
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Keigo's body reacted to her every touch. When she touched his nipple he felt his breath catch at the unfamiliar sensation. He bit her lip in response, one: because she had caught him off guard, and two: to let her know that although it stung, it was a good sort of pain. Years of being picked on had given him a high pain tolerance, and although he would never admit it, it was something that easily turned him on. That aside, it seemed like the kind of thing Karin would do in bed. He smiled against her mouth. Naughty.
Hurriedly he pulled his t-shirt off over his head and tossed it. His hands returned to her jeans, making quick work of the button and zipper. He pulled at the denim, exposing the pink fabric of her panties underneath. She was still seated on his lap, and although he definitely liked it, he couldn't get her pants off fast enough. His inexperience nagged at the back of his mind, and he wasn't sure how long he could hold out. He pushed her off his lap gently, guiding their bodies into a more horizontal position.
"I thought you hated pink..!" Keigo teased as he slid her jeans off completely.
Karin never blushed, so if Keigo ever told anyone that her cheeks were an unusual shade of pink when he asked her that, no one would believe him.
"Yuzu. She...she thought it was funny, okay?!" She glanced at the sad pile her jeans and his shirt made on the ground and felt the quick knee-jerk kind of desire to at least hang them on the back of a chair. If Yuzu came in--
Oh god. What a time to think of her sister. Karin kissed him to forget, a taste before sliding her mouth down lower, leaving a trail she couldn't help but compare to that of a slug, except for the noises he was making weren't sounds of disgust. She was a first-timer, like him (right?), but it seemed right that she'd dominate. She was Karin, and he was Keigo. She wore the pants--figuratively.
Her tongue looped loosing around his nipple, the skin wrinkled like an old man's face, and she had to swallow a laugh. Lifting her head for a moment, she looked up at him. He was paying attention. Good.
"I'm not giving you a blowjob, alright?"
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WHAT THE FUCK.
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NO. NO.
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