Akihiko pulled his leather gloves off and placed them on his bedside table. He glanced over at you, smiled, and looked away. Closing the door you had left open, he passed by you close enough to brush your arm with his.

"You don't have to act so shy, you know. It's not like this is the first time you've been in my room, [name], you can sit down if you want." He waved his hand around the room to show the staggering possibilities of where you could seat yourself. Wow, one whole chair on the other side of the room, and the bed Akihiko had sat down on to take his shoes off. You were speechless with the amount of choice you had. Plopping yourself down on the desk chair, you threw your legs over the arm of the chair and shifted around to get comfortable.

Akihiko, shoes now removed, looked over at you again and blushed.

You had forgotten you were wearing a skirt and, with the way you were sitting, your bum was making an appearance in the open space under the arm of the chair. Regaining your composure, you refused to be embarrassed; in your opinion, you had one cute bum, and it happened to be covered in a cute pair of underwear. But then you remembered that the guy you like was actually seeing that cute bum while you're in his room and your train of thought started going more like "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck". And Akihiko's train of thought started going "fuck fuck fuck" too because while he had fully intended on seeing your bum today, he hadn't prepared himself yet.

You were both still a little shy around one another. Which is, y'know, totally a good quality to have when you want to fuck.

Getting up off the traitorous chair seemed like the only option you had, so you stood up quickly and inelegantly and smoothed down your skirt. Akihiko was staring at his hands, eyes periodically peeking up at you while you examined his workout equipment for something to do while he calmed down. So much for him being a smooth, sauve, sex-savvy guy; you definitely had gotten the wrong impression of him.

Earlier, Akihiko had walked up behind you while you were washing dishes in the kitchen, slid his hand around your waist, and whispered in your ear to come to his room with him. What happened to that guy? That guy with whom someone would actually want to have sex. Because he sure as hell wasn't in Akihiko's room right now, and you were wondering if he'd ever return to replace the red-faced stammering dude sitting on the bed.

This was frustrating. You came here for sex with your hottie hot boxer boyfriend, but sex was not happening. First of all how dare he. You marched over to him, grabbed one of his leather gloves, forced his face up by his chin, and slapped him with the glove. Akihiko stared at you in shock as you pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him.

Did you know at all what you were doing?

Short answer: No. Long answer: Fuck no.

So now you were sitting on your boyfriend's lap while a red mark spread over his cheek, and he was mouthing like a goldfish because he didn't know what was happening either. It had seemed like such a good start, too, but now you were stuck at square one again, albeit in a more compromising position. What was more, you could feel something hard under yo – oh God okay that was a penis, yup, that's definitely a boner. Don't even pretend like you didn't know what it was, you knew, you fucking coquettish bitch. We all knew.

So, surprise surprise, the boxer likes being smacked around. Timidly, and so lightly, he put his hands on your hips. He still wouldn't make eye contact with you, but it was a start. You leaned down and kissed him, tangling your fingers in his short hair as best you could; the touch of your lips seemed to startle him a little so you yanked his head back.

In retaliation, he started tickling you. You shrieked and laughed loudly and thrashed around before realising that you might thrash into a rather delicate area. Akihiko took your momentary stall as a chance to flip you around on the bed; with you lying on your stomach, he sat down on your butt, pushed your face into the bed, and held one of your arms behind your back.

"You think you can push me around like that? You might be the leader in battle, but this is my room, so you have to follow my rules," oh, there was the guy from the kitchen.

Your response was a very eloquent sticking out of the tongue. At that, he let go of your head and arm and smashed his lips into your still-open still-tongue-out mouth. You managed to half twist yourself around and get hold of his shoulders, still sloppily making out with him, and started pulling at his stupid sweater vest. One of his hands was haltingly making its way up your thigh and you thanked God again that you had shaved your legs the day before.

Breaking away to catch breath, he sat up and you got into a more comfortable position, both of you hastily scrabbling at your clothes. Akihiko yanked off his sweater vest and -

- okay he's folding his clothes, really Akihiko, is this the time for that. Is it really the right time to prevent wrinkling?

But when he started untying the ribbon around his neck, you got an idea. Tugging at it, you looked up at him through your bangs and said, "Keep this handy, okay?"

Akihiko was tongue-tied. Haha, bondage puns.

The two of you were now half-naked and panting, with the embarrassment back in full force at the prospect of what you were about to do. He shyly put his hands back on your waist and kissed your forehead.

"I've been waiting for this," Akihiko whispered. "Let's do this."