11.

Amon grunted as he stirred in his sleep, head lulling in the pillows as he felt a familiar warmth around his cock. He moaned, eyes opening, as he lifted the covers. There, Kiyomi winked back at him, her mouth lavishing his thick shaft with light kisses.

"Good morning," She said.

"Good…nnngh… morning to you too." His hips lifted off of the mattress ever so slightly. "This is one hell of a way to start the day."

Kiyomi's lips grinned against his skin as she stared up at him. "It was either this or a morning ride, I opted for this instead."

Amon moaned, fingers threading through her hair as she consumed him into her mouth, as much as she could. The tips of her teeth scrapped against the taunt skin of his shaft, her tongue teasing the underside, as he rolled his hips.

"Fuuuuck…" He ground out as her cheeks hollowed, sucking him off. His eyes rolled to the back of his skull. Amon continued to gently buck his hips, filling her mouth repeatedly, as she moaned around him. His breath released in ragged, gruff pants as he took hold of her head, forcing her to take more of him.

It wasn't until his cellphone rung, an obnoxious chime that disrupted the mood completely, that Amon was pulled from his impromptu bliss.

"Don't you dare answer that," Kiyomi warned, giving his cock slit a teasing lick.

"Mmmm… I have to.." Amon rasped, reaching for the phone.

Amon propped himself up on his elbows, clearing his throat he answered with a hoarse, "Hello?"

"Amon!"

"Akira?"

"You left so early last night, what happened?"

Amon felt his arms give out as Kiyomi gave a single slow lick, from base to tip, before pulling at the foreskin with her teeth. He managed to stifle his moans with the back of his hand, his hips jerking.

"I…uh…Kiyomi wanted to leave so…" He watched, through half lidded eyes, as she mounted him.

Amon had to quickly mute the phone, releasing a throaty groan, as Kiyomi settled at his waist. She was so tight around him, her warmth a constricting vice that sent shivers down his spine. It never ceased to amaze him, that no matter how many times they had sex, no matter how many times he rutted into her, she always remained so tight. The feeling of being suffocated, of being squeezed so much to the point where it hurt at times, never got old.

"Hang up the phone." Kiyomi demanded, eyes narrowed.

When Amon opened his mouth to answer, his words died off into a low moan as Kiyomi lifted herself up, dropping back down with a roll of her hips.

"Hang up the phone," She breathed, grabbing at her breasts, as she rocked her hips.

Kiyomi kept her knees firmly planted on the mattress as she began to ride him, replacing her grip on her breasts to that of his thighs for balance. Her moth hung open, face askew as she mewled, impaling herself onto his hard cock. There was no better feeling than that of being full, then being stretched by her lover's dick.

And so Amon hung up, with no regard to the blond woman on the other line.

"Don't hurt yourself, kitten." Amon mused, gripping her waist as a means to guide.

Kiyomi moaned, tossing her head back, as she continued to ride him. "F-fuck you," She gasped.

Amon, with ease, reversed their positions. He smirked down at her as he angled his hips, thrusting forward roughly. Kiyomi's back bowed off of the bed with a cry as she clawed at his back.

"You like that?" He accented his gruff words with sharp thrusts.

"Nnngh! Ah! Y-yes! Yes!" She mewled, head tossing as her eyes squeezed shut.

Amon loved this, the feel of her body beneath his, her tight walls constricting him in a way that turned his bones to jelly. Their shared warmth, her breath mingling with his. He leaned forward, capturing her lips with a sloppy, wet kiss that swallowed her cries for him. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, keeping him in place, as her hips lifted to meet his thrusts.

The rhythmic back of the headboard against the wall drowned out the bustling noise from the outside. Amon gazed down, eyes clouded with lust, to stare down at the ghoul. Her eyes screwed shut, her mouth hung open for her cries, a trail of drool that trickled down her round cheek. Her breasts gave a joyous bounce with each rut of his hips. One of her lithe arms was draped around his neck, the other clenched the sheets beneath them. She was so beautiful, sprawled out beneath him.

"A-ah-mon!" Kiyomi cried as she came, her body quivering.

Capturing her lips again, Amon managed to whisper out a few sweet nothings before he too came. Pulling out just in time to paint his lover's torso with his seed. He hung his head low, attempting to catch his breath, and not registering the ghoul's obvious distaste to the gesture.

"Seriously?" Kiyomi huffed, wiping sweat from her sticky skin. "That's just nasty, Amon."

"Sorry, babe." He breathed, dark hair in his face.

Kiyomi blushed, cutting her eyes to the side as she shifted. "I'm gonna go clean myself up, once I'm done I'll make you breakfast."

Amon collapsed into the sheets immediately after Kiyomi rolled from under him. He hummed in approval before saying, "We should do this more often."

"What? The sex or me offering to make you breakfast?" Kiyomi's voice was teasing as she glanced back at her spent lover from over her shoulder.

"Both."

"Now don't get greedy," She lightly chided.

Her lover gave a chuckle, shaking his head.

Amon didn't dare move an inch while Kiyomi was off taking a shower, his blank stare on the ceiling fan above the bed. He could hear the slosh of water hitting the shower floor, the dim light shinning from under the door. He was off that day, meaning it would be just him and Kiyomi. Now he would get to see what she did while he was away, get to know the same things she told Kusaba. A small part of him was excited, he was making the necessary steps in the right direction with his relationship with her.

Another part of him was anxious and terrified.

This was happening right after he confessed that he felt something towards her. And this is, of course, after months of being verbally and physically abusive towards her. The ghoul was still, technically, being held against her own free will. And she was still supposed to be someone he saw as his mortal enemy.

Amon was falling, and falling hard, and all he knew was that he didn't want to stop. Not if it meant letting her go.

When Kiyomi returned, she was fully clothed and threading her hair over her shoulder in a long braid. "Are you going to stay in bed naked all day?" She asked, eyeing him and the limp dick against his thigh.

"Will you be in bed with me?"

"Not at all."

"Then no."

Kiyomi lazily mellowed over, playfully hitting his leg. "Get up, I'm making you food."

"Alright, alright." Amon chuckled, sitting up begrudgingly and grabbing his boxer shorts. He followed behind his lover, listening absently as she rambled off what she needed him to help her do that day. Something along the lines of sorting and doing the laundry and linens.

"We should probably go to the store too," She mumbled, more or less to herself.

"Do you want coffee?" Amon asked, rummaging through the cabinets.

"Sure, thank you." She smiled.

"You're welcome," Replied Amon. "So what does Kusaba know about you that I don't?" He suddenly asked, leaning against the counter on the opposite side of the kitchenette.

"A lot," Kiyomi chuckled. "We've had days to get to know each other."

"Well, now tell me."

"Jealous now, are we?"

"Of another man knowing my lover better than me? Yes."

Kiyomi turned to face him, mixing bowl balanced against her hip as she studied him. "Lover?"

"Yes."

"You're acknowledging me as your lover now?"

"If you'll allow me."

Kiyomi's lips curved into a lopsided grin, "Alright then…" She said. "My mother died when I was really young… a CCG detective killed her on her way home from work one day. So it's just my dad, brother, and I. My brother, Junichi, is six years older than me. He was apparently really close with our mother. My dad owns the ramen place I took you to the night I tried to kill you." She chuckled when Amon rubbed the healed side of his neck at the memory. The damage healed into a rather sizeable scar that stretched down from one ear to the base of his neck, just before his collarbone. "Oh don't be so dramatic, bygones dearest, bygones."

"What were you doing before you ended up…here?"

"Helping dad run the shop, going to school." She shrugged. "Even ghouls have boring lives."

"What does your kagune look like?"

"Really big wings… so large they drag when I walk. If you remove the ring, I'll show you."

"I'll pass."

"Fair enough."

"Any friends?"

"Hmmm… a few, mostly family friends and regulars at the shop." She replied.

"You seem to come from a close-knit community," Amon commented lightly. "If you had the choice to leave right now, and return to your old life, would you?"

Kiyomi hummed, her back to him while she cooked. "I'm not sure," she answered truthfully. "I would of course go and see everyone, especially my family. But then I would come back here to be with you. I'd miss you too much to stay gone completely." She winked. "What about you? Your family? Friends?"

His dark brows furrowed as he cast his gaze to the tiles of the kitchen floor. "No family," Amon said, dryly. "Ghouls killed them, and my friends are mostly coworkers. I don't really have much of a life outside of work, as you've seen. I tried dating… with Akira and that didn't work out well. So I figured I would just leave things alone and let fate do the rest." His eyes lifted to meet hers once again, the edges crinkling as he smirked. "Though I wasn't expecting to be nearly killed by a ghoul and compelled to keep her around."

"God works in mysterious ways."

"Indeed he does."

"Enjoy." Kiyomi slid Amon a plate of eggs and sausage.

Amon thanked her kindly before digging in, chewing and humming contentedly. Not only was she beautiful and great in bed, but she could cook as well. This had to be heaven!

"You're welcome," Kiyomi chuckled. "I'm going to start the laundry, join me when you're done."

…..

Amon found Kiyomi outside on the balcony, loading a pile of clothes into the washing machine. For a moment he just watched her work, saying nothing, until she noticed him standing there.

"Gonna help or keep holding up the wall?" She teased.

"Of course," Amon said. He opted to handle his work clothes, a tidy pile off into the corner that still needed to be separated.

A gentle breeze ruffled his hair, and he spared a passing glance to the sky above.