Panting and gasping from the glow of an evening, the silver-haired man brought a strained hand up to lower his mask more comfortably down his neck, exposing his generally hidden face. He lay on his stomach, sweat and other fluids soaking his mattress. His body coated in a thin sheen of his natural perspiration.
Moans and shrieks from earlier pleasures rang in a continuous loop in his ear. He groaned as he shifted his sore body, arm moving against the silken feel of anothers flesh – natural pink locks tossed about and tickling the pads on his worn fingers. The touch of her sin brought back the memory prelude to all this.
"I-I've never made love to anyone before..." her voice wavered but tried to maintain its usual certainty, but her jade eyes told that of a different story while she laid before him, bare for him.
"Don't worry, Sakura, I can teach you," he stared down at her with dark, lusting eyes – tender but hungry. "after all...it's my job."
she blushed a deep red at the heated intensity of his seductive drawl and of the reminder he alluded to. He scolded himself internally for the latter reason.
Too late.
He went forth and proved his worth – rewarded by the sweet sensations and sounds she emitted just for him.
Preceding the part he was now, before his drop from his final exertion, she had looked up at him and moaned with a : "Always the perfect tutor, Sensei," She purred his title as he nearly crashed on top of her.
His recollections caused a certain, used, section of his anatomy to rise and with it another groan escaping his lips, an uncomfortably painful feeling as his body crushed itself. He turned to the side, snuggling up to his lover and trying his hardest not to wake her. He had and was greeted by a soft hiss of his as her hips ground into him from in front. His hard member throbbed and ached at their contact, grounding out his feral response.
This time... she was the one to teach him.
A/N: I really didn't know what else to title this soooo... yea ^^'