Hey there everyone! I'm super sorry about the teaser chapter, it's been a crazy few months for me, but I'm back now, I promise! I'm recovering from a seriously prolonged case of writer's block and things haven't been this peachy for me in a long time, so expect more updates! I'm also taking some requests for oneshots (I'm pledging to do one a week for now!). Thank you lovelies for the reviews and your patience.
Mori was a man of composure. He would have prided himself on it if he were less strict in his practice. Kendo requires extensive, practiced training regimes that strengthened both mind and body. Mori knew that his body was strong, but his now wandering mind required greater discipline. The wisdom he obtained from his father during training taught him that is was not only perseverance and practice that that properly shaped ones mind, but the passage of time and addition of perspective were essential to the proper discipline of the soul. Mori knew that his status as a juvenile (in the eyes of his family) hindered his advancement-the frustration he felt over this impenetrable roadblock was evidence of this, and right now, his skin was burning ice.
Mori's skin tightened, goose bumps quickly spreading across his limbs. He was covered in beads of sweat and his face was burning.
Haruhi
Mori was locked in his body, and his mind was quickly moving into a panic.
Her tongue was toying at the nape of his neck, flickering up to his earlobe and down to his collar bone. His prickled skin stiffened as his breath hitched. A wave of electric ice crashed over his body and he was suddenly aware of the aching between his legs.
"Takashi" she breathed, gently sliding the tip of her tongue up the edge of his ear. Her body was weightless ecstasy. She was all over him with effortless movements. She was everywhere and consuming him completely.
The feeling between his legs turned from an aching sensation to one of pained throbbing. His usual methods of quieting his unsavory desires were rendered useless by the girl with those burning lips.
Haruhi was showering his body with hot, tiny kisses. He longed for the touch of her bod, but his arms would not move. The strenuous effort only made the throbbing worse, and his mind began to race and his vision began to fade into whiteness.
Haruhi's breath stroked his skin in small, tantalizing waves. She hovered above his chest, brushing her lips lightly on his sternum. No, his stomach. No... his abdomen, NO. He looked down to see Haruhi's lips parted an inch away from his pulsing cock. His heart nearly stopped when his eyes met her glassy, lidded ones. Her flushed face slowly descended on him, her warm, wetness enveloping him completely.
The fraying rope of Mori's composure snapped in that moment. His tightening muscles released all at once and it felt as if he was falling. He landed then suddenly and realized where he was, and where he was was in his bedroom, covered in sweat, and what he could only imagine was semen. Mori sighed and went to clean up his body, and then his mind.
The dreams had started several weeks ago. The hours of meditation hadn't had any effect yet, as the brown eyed girl in the host club had rendered him dumb every night this week. Never having dealt with such feeling, Mori had never encountered such difficulty regaining his composure. His father had noticed, too he knew, and he felt ashamed of it.
"Are you nearly ready?" he heard a chirpy, sugary voice ask.
"Hunny" he replied, "you're early".
"No I'm not, silly! You didn't oversleep, did you?"
That startled Mori. He realized that he hadn't checked the time, and when he did he realized that his cousin was right. He flushed.
Hunny laughed at that. "It's okay Mori! Let's hurry and go, though. I want to see Haru chan!"
Mori felt his face grow even redder at the mention of her name. "Yes. I'll be down soon" he replied and went to go throw some cold water onto his face so he could gather his thoughts for the coming day.