It was all Kensei's fault. He shouldn't have pushed me into the snow. Yet he seemed to blame me, for being too "irresistible".
With a small sigh I sat up and feebly grabbing the hot bowl of stew he had made. I took a bite or two, under Kensei's strong gaze, but I couldn't eat it for all the life in me. Even if the meat wasn't over-done and the broth was properly seasoned.
Taking the bowl from me, he made me eat, and he was only satisfied after he had spooned-fed me every drop.
"You're too thin Kid."
I chuckled softly and lifted my eyes to his. "What are you my mother?"
"No baka. I'm you're lover and boyfriend. Don't ever forget."
"I won't."
Kensei smiled gently and put aside the bowel, taking my pulse.
"I'm not that sick."
"Shut up baka."
"Hai."
Reaching from underneath the bed he grabbed a stethoscope and put it around his neck.
I watched him shocked. "Where the hell did you get that?!"
He looped it into his ears. "At the store nearby.. Cough."
He instructed, sliding it under my shirt, against my warm skin. I coughed softly, but the feel of his hand was making me giddy. I knew that my heart was going like crazy, my whole body shuddered from the faintest of touches and that he could hear my every heart beat.
He lifted his head, clearly aware of what he was doing to me, but he didn't pull his hand away. Very slowly, almost experimentally, he moved his hand from the broad circle of the stethoscope and onto my now chest underneath my shirt.
I caught my breath audibly. But I didn't move a muscle. Or push away his hand. Or protest. The only thing that moved were my eyes, opened wide, curious.
Kensei's lips parted as he stared intently into my eyes while he explored my collarbone, lingering down next the sudden hardness of my nipple. He took it between his thumb and forefinger and caressed it very gently.
"Damn it Kid.." He whispered roughly.
I bit my bottom lip, suppressing a moan. He withdrew the stethoscope and put it aside. His fingers went to the top of my shirt, hesitating. With a small sigh, I put my own hands on top of his, pressing gently.
It took a few seconds, because of my cold and Kensei trying to quickly pull of my shirt. Being as gentle as possible, he helped me sit up all the way, making sure not to brush against the bruises along my back.
"Kensei.." I stared at him, awed by the tenderness reflected in his eyes.
"Gently.." He whispered, easing me into the curve of his arm and slowly bent to press his lips slowly, tenderly, to my nipples. He licked teasingly, making me grip his shoulders tightly and tug on his hair. Making a helpless sound deep in my throat that make both of us shiver.
He laid me back down onto the pillows, licking and teasing my skin for what seemed like hours. I sighed and moaned softly under the heat of his lips, my hands trembling, caught in his hair.
His control seemed to become more precarious by the second and when he touched my thighs he seemed to lost it. I moaned harshly, moving just a little to encourage him. He searched my eyes for only an instant before his lips brushed against my lips, making me part my lips. He immediately deepened the kiss, touching me with complete intimacy.
I arched my back and began to shudder rhythmically, tiny cries tearing from my throat. The whole time he was whispering in my ear, dirty things, shocking things, his voice as deep and erotic as his touch.
"K-K-Kensei! C-Clos-"
"Mmm…then cum.."
I cried out, tightening and pulled him close to me, climaxing. He came after a few thrusts with a small growl biting my vulnerable neck, making me scream in pain and pleasure.
Afterwards he calmed me down with soft words and tender caresses and held me gently. Panting softly, I snuggled closer to him, about to fall asleep.
"Kensei.."
"Yeah?"
"Don't leave me…"
"You know I never would."
"No.. don't leave me when I'm sleeping.."
He sighed softly and kissed my forehead as I gazed at him tiredly.
"I won't."
"Promise?"
"I promise."