"Hi-Hikaru… ah!" He moaned as I nervously lifted his shirt over his head. I tossed it to the side and turned my attention back to Kaoru. He was trembling underneath me and blushing more than I thought he could manage. He sure was cute… and I couldn't help but to take him then and there.
So in our shared bedroom while our parents were gone (all the maids were there sadly) we made love. It was pretty lengthy, I'll go into details later. I promise.
I was far beyond anything I had ever felt. It was amazing. Not just because it was sex. But because it was sex with Kaoru. Yeah that's what made it special.
But I can't help but think. This was after Haruhi rejected me… after I had been hurt and abandoned with no one to lean on. Kaoru was the only one. What is he? Some type of rebound used only whenever I get hurt? Well, I wouldn't know because this is the first time we've been together.
Anyways, what I was thinking was… what if I didn't really love Kaoru? What if all this was a way of getting out all this stress and pain? Kaoru sure as hell loves me… but do I feel the same?
