He's nervous and shaking, but he's not telling me to stop.
I lay against his back in a spooning position, and his long, slender and somewhat girlish neck shines almost florescent in the soft moonlight that seeps into his bedroom.
I'm gripping his member in my hand, stroking gently in a slow, continuous motion, because I feel I may disturb him with more at this point. But due to the hardness he's showing me right now, along with the occasional involuntary shudder (of pleasure, I'm guessing-), I think he's enjoying himself, even if he won't say anything.
It's true, he's never said anything to me directly, but with him it is the indirectness that counts.
As I grip a bit tighter in my motions, his body jerks more frequently in response. Each time he moves, a sharp intake of air accompanies it, as if he becomes startled each time. I imagine that's part of it – I've never touched him like this before.
As his breathing becomes more and more staggered, I realize he's coming closer and closer to the edge. I can feel it as his body tenses without conscious consent. Before he gets too close, my curiosity of his facial expression gets the better of me.
I quickly turn him to face me, but he quickly brings his forearms to his face. He won't let me see his eyes, but I can tell from the intensity of the flush in his cheeks that he's not only close to release, but there's a little more color that says he's extremely embarrassed.
As he ignores my existence in this way, I extremely silently move to take his member in my mouth before he has time to object. As my tongue darts across the head, a tiny moan escapes his lips accompanied by a full body jerk – I've hit a nerve.
I quickly take the rest of him in, and all he'll allow himself to do is grunt shortly, as if he's embarrassed to show more.
"What are you so afraid of?" I ask, mostly rhetorically.
I work a bit faster, and soon it's apparent that this is just about all he can handle. I prepare myself to receive his seed, his voice frantic, slightly panicked, as if he's trying to stop it from happening.
"Sh-Shi…zuka-AH!" He breathes sharply in the last syllable.
His warm seed pours into my mouth, and I swallow it quickly. He shudders as I clean him with my tongue, and I try to remove all traces of it quickly and efficiently.
I sit and wait silently for him to come down from his orgasm haze. When I believed his mind had almost cleared, I said, "You said it, didn't you."
"…said what?" He replies, weakly, still not meeting my eyes.
"My name. You've never called me by my name before."
"Yeah, well I…" He trailed, unable to find a decent response. I had planned on this, however.
I moved and sat down on the edge of the bed, as if preparing to leave. As I tried to stand, a hand grabbed my arm. I turned to look backwards, and saw him looking back at me, at least the right side of his face, through the eye that was then exposed. For that brief moment in time I caught a vision of myself looking back at him.
Ah. I understood.
I planted a small kiss on his forehead.
"You won't be alone, Kimihiro." I said, and left the room, closing the shoji doors behind.