My first mature writing :D I haven't really been to such a situation but if I ever did, it would've been with Tsuchiara... Y'all know it XD

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How they got to this situation was a complete blur to her.

Manami Mori only remembered surprising Ryoutaro Tsuchiara with lunch during his soccer practice. How they ended up in the gym stockroom was beyond her.

The stockroom was a dark, dusty place with only eight small windows distributed among the four walls providing light. The fact that it was afternoon wasn't of much help. You could be there all day and still think that it's night. Another thing about the stockroom was that nobody ever went there without a purpose. The chances of a student being in there during daytime was 1 out of 100.

And yet, here she was staring up at Tsuchiura as he struggled against the beast within him, his fist clenched against the wall as though he was fighting to control was trickling down his hair and she wasn't sure if this was because of the heat or the adrenaline rushing through his veins from soccer practice.

"Are we..."

She stopped herself there. Golden eyes set on her cyan pools as his body shadowed hers. She had always been aware how intent his eyes were, glaringly serious whenever he looked down at another person. They could be gentle, smiling even, yet most of the time, they were blatantly resilient. But right now, she noted how deep the color of brown they were - almost dark with passion... the kind of passion that she had only witnessed whenever he played the piano with great emotion. The longer she stared at them, the warmer the room seemed to be. It was smouldering with heat.

"We are..." He whispered as he lowered his head to hers. "Unless you're too much of a princess to have it here." Damn it, he was taunting her. Her heart had skipped a beat or two, maybe a little over ten, causing her to catch her breath.

"I'm sorry, I just..." She covered her mouth with two fingers, biting one of them in anxiousness. Seeing her like this made Tsuchiara wonder himself. What on earth was she biting her finger for? "I'm nervous. Isn't anyone going to see us here?" She whispered.

Tsuchiara smiled upon hearing the amount of air that she was wasting just trying to be in control. "We're in the gym's stockroom. What would anybody want here?"

She readied herself and this was something Tsuchiara didn't see everyday. She was always so calm and reserved. He could sense her body shiver against her will. He smirked.

He liked her this way better.

"Don't worry, no one's going to be around this room for a long time." He whispered as he slid an arm across her waist. "We'll be out by the time the bell rings." He chided.

She didn't know whether or not she'd allow it, but his eyes seemed to have paralyzed her completely. Left with no other choice, she submitted herself and let her arms grab hold of his neck.

"J-Just promise-"

"I'll take care of you. Don't you trust me?"

She did. Pulling his head closer to hers, she closed the gap for herself and made their lips meet. Her kiss had never tasted this sweet, Tsuchiara thought, his mind started to lose its ability to think. Leaving a quick peck on her lips, the green-haired lad took his arm from the wall to her waist, locking her in his arms completely. They lazily looked at each other with lustful thoughts filling their minds.

No words had to be spoken. The moment that her eyes closed once again, he knew that she wanted more of it. Her cheeks were fuming up like the rest of her body and the arms around his neck groped him tighter as he moved closer.

He grinded his groin mildly against her front. Her eyelids flew open. Did she just hear Tsuchiara... groan? Her cheeks lit up. Too embarrassed to look at his yearning eyes, she focused her cyan pools on his chest. "I-It's hard," she whispered as she let a hand clutch the fabric on his chest. She didn't know what she needed, but she was sure that she needed him to support it.

"It's been wanting you for a long time." She looked up at him, eyes bigger than usual. His candidness surprised her. "I mean it's hard... to think that we'd actually do it here." She explained, words stuttering one after the other. She tried to preserve her ladylike behavior to make herself seem more dignified in this situation. But before she could even think of a way to prep herself up, her lips were recaptured by his wet ones.

Sliding his tongue in, he felt her hesitate a bit before she decided to play with it. He hugged her tighter to bring her up a little. With her toes now only the ones touching the ground, he slid his hands down to the gap between her thighs, quickly lifting her up and allowing her to hug his waist with her legs.

They've kissed a few times before but she could tell that this was different. His mouth was wetter than usual and his heart pounded louder against his rib. Being a man of pride, Tsuchiara never showed any sign of dependency. Not up until now. She could feel that with every movement his soft tongue made against hers, he needed her more.

His grip got tighter with every second that passed by. So did hers. Neither wanted to break away from the kiss, regardless of how much they needed to breathe. Gathering all the courage she had in her weak, feminine body, she departed herself from the passionate trance and took a good look at the man carrying her in his strong arms. She needed to reassure herself that she wasn't the only one wanting it this badly.

A stream of lust ran down each other's lips, the sticky line connecting her soft lips to his aggressive ones. With a lick, the green-haired lad broke it off, urging her to run a finger across his lower lip. "You look hungry," she pointed out, trying to start a conversation in all the heat that surrounded them. Hot, golden eyes slowly folded close as he chided nervously. She even had the nerve to talk at a time like this. He could tell that she was scared.

As he looked at his angel's head slightly above his, he couldn't help but notice her lips... Wet, soft, and eager to meet with his. He leaned forward quickly to have it once more to himself, only to realize that he has bitten into the hot air. Biting quickly to reclaim her, he looked just more desperate than ever. A light groan left his lips as he once again kissed the air.

She had escaped every attempt he made to claim her lips once more. The soft laughter that left her lips was an affirmation to his suspicion. Her taunting giggle only made him realize that he was wrong to think that she was scared. If he knew any better, she was in to seducing him.

His lips curved up into a smile as he nuzzled down her fair neck. She gave off a heavenly laugh, too heavenly to compare to anything good in this world. "No fair..." he whispered against her satin skin, sending chills up her spine that resulted into a moan that Tsuchiara considered to be the real sound of music.

That was it. He quickly set her on a stack of mats nearby and stared her down. If he had her now, this would bring a serious up in their relationship. He was in love with her now but they might not last longer than a year. His last relationship was certainly the only one he's had and it wasn't even the requited kind. Who was he to know if this was the permanent thing? For all he knew, she might not want him anymore after this.

But what if she starts wanting him more after this? What then? Her lovely teal eyes stared back at him as they stayed idle for a few seconds until he shook his thoughts off. A look like that wouldn't come from a girl who'd dump him the next day just because of a silly fight. A look like that wouldn't come from a girl who'd break his heart just because he didn't call her the way she wanted.

They were still in the mercy of their clothes but he could see it now. She was perfect down to her ankles.

"Ryou..."

That voice. It was calling him out of his doubts. He tried to shut it off. He closed his eyes shut, trying to resist the urge to ruin everything they had now.

"Don't you trust me?"

She mocked him. He laughed, knowing how that sweet voice drew closer as she said it. He felt a gentle hand caress his face. He liked it. He liked how one touch from her could ease him out of his self-inflicted miseries. He liked how she called him Ryou. He loved everything about her to even regret whatever was in store for them.

Slowly opening his eyes, he let his hand touch hers and pulled her closer for another kiss to come. They shut back down as their lips got closer. He wanted this more than anything. There was no time to think about what would happen after this. He was sure of this. He was sure of now.

"I love you, okay?"

She heard her whisper. He smiled sweetly and responded by pressing his needy lips hard on hers. He shrugged his doubts away.

What was important was at this time, at this moment... They were in love. He need her to fulfill his desires. He let passion take over his body as she pulled his collar... pulling him deeper into the kiss. Grabbing her waist once more, he had her legs locked around his torso. His manhood was trying to knock out of the gourd protector just to get in her. He needed her badly.

Just... the words weren't enough. Thoughts rushed back and forth, in and out of his mind to make room for new ones. The things he was going to do to please her. He wanted her. He wanted to be in control. Things were going too fast that he didn't notice that her hands had found their way under his shirt to tease his chest. Her tongue slid in naturally in his mouth, taking him an inch closer to his heaven. He pulled her harder against his body, making sure she felt his heart beating wildly as to reassure her of how he was into it. Into her.

Pulling the red ribbon loose from her collar, he sent a little prayer out of his crowded mind. Kami-sama, forgive him... He needed her. He needed her now.

*Click!*

A white flash was all it took to break the kiss they never thought would end. Right by the half-opened doors was a girl with mocha-blanched hair, panicking as she tried to figure something out with her camera. Beside her was a guy with green hair as well, covering her up by waving his arms. "It wasn't supposed to do that!" Nami yelled at herself as she looked over the configuration settings, completely ignoring the look she was acquiring from Tsuchiara.

"A-Ah! T-T-Tsuchiara! W-What are you doing here at this time of the day?" Kazuki Hihara stuttered to create a diversion.

Passion quickly turned into embarrassment and anger. Not minding Manami's heed to resist him, Ryoutaro marched towards the girl known as Nami Amou, his fists clenched to his side just ready to punch someone out. Acting as the hero, Kazuki slid in between them and reasoned out on her behalf.

"W-We were just passing by when we saw you by the windows!" He explained but Tsuchiara wasn't buying it. He grabbed Kazuki by the collar, forgetting that he was his senpai, and lifted him up to his eyes. "How could you possibly see us through the windows when they're up that high?!" It was true. The windows in the stockroom where high up the walls that even a guy as tall as Tsuchiara would need a ladder to reach its base.

That fact slipped out of Kazuki's mind at the last minute. He got scared. Who wouldn't? Tsuchiara's well-built body was enough to make him cry for help. The man knew how to punch and his legs weren't so bad in kicking either. He started to think that the reason behind Tsuchiara's membership in the soccer varsity team was to help him improve in beating nosy people like him up.

"Meh." A dismissive voice behind Kazuki made Tsuchiara's ear ring. "I got the picture anyway. This would make good news at the school paper AND site! Top downloaded image of the year, ladies and gentlemen!" She said, eyes gleaming with mischief. Right before he could act on it, he heard Manami screaming from behind. "Namiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! GIVE IIIIIIIIIIIIT!"

That was a voice that made Nami Amou chilly. As if by instinct, Nami grabbed Kazuki from Tsuchiara's clutches and ran away as fast as she could. With Kazuki yelling what seemed to be an apology addressed to Ryoutaro, they disappeared at the next curve. Tsuchiara's legs felt stiff. The feeling that he wanted to run after them but couldn't was a terrible feeling.

Manami gulped audibly beside him, a gulp that put the shame back into her. Was it bad that she got hotter just by seeing him mad? His aggressiveness turned her on more than anything. She wanted to take her on with that kind of energy.

Tsuchiara, forgetting that Manami was with him, looked down on her. His face was puzzled. "Manami?"

Manami looked back inside the gym and laughed at herself. "Well, I never really wanted us to have it there anyway." She grabbed an end of her ribbon and tied it back in place.

Tsuchiara scratched his head. "I guess it wasn't really an ideal place, huh?" He laughed, his chuckles divided into nervous chunks of 'ha-ha's'. He was caught off guard as Manami reached for his face and pulled it down for a kiss. Tsuchiara suddenly remembered what they were in there for.

"Maybe next time, neh?" She winked. "I have to get back to class anyway. We music students don't get special club breaks, you know."

Tsuchiara smiled as she walked a few steps ahead. She turned around, her carefully pleated skirt twirled along with her golden hair. Her smile beamed brighter than the afternoon sun. She was definitely the one. "Don't worry," she called back at him. "I'll make sure I do my part to please you... maybe tomorrow." She swung back around and left him dead on his tracks.

As if that wasn't enough, Tsuchiara was sure he saw a gleam of mischief in her eye as she side-glanced to catch a glimpse of him before she turned the curb.

With a smug he rarely saw, she teased. "Or maybe later."


Okay so maybe they were teasing just a little bit... and I have this other story to post a new chapter on so I'm going to post the sensual chapter after I update the other story... O.O

Anyways... *rereads the story* Omgfangirlinggottastahp

R&R please! :3