Chapter 11 - Reason to Purr (uncensored)
A/N: FINALLY! I put it up. :) Here's the lemon version of this story. Sorry it took so dang long. I decided to re-write the whole scene, because my original copy sounded so bad! lol But yeah, um... please don't flame me too bad. This is my first lemon and I have a lot to learn, haha. And I just wanted to say, I'm glad most of my readers have stuck with the story despite its lack of a lemon. For those of you that got upset when finding the lemon page "empty", well, I'm sorry, but that's how it was. No need to get all touchy, kay? But here it is now, in all its . . . . glory?
PS: For those who do NOT want to read it, please skip down the page until you see bold underlined letters. That is your cue to start reading safely.
Enjoy ;)
Kyou's body gave off a most unnatural heat, as if it were looming out of his core in shock waves. Every time one hit Tohru, her pores let loose a wave of perspiration. And at last, the shyness had gone away, and now his heavy, flushed body was on top of her. All that was left covering him were his boxers.
Kyou put his forehead to Tohru's, and closed his eyes. He took in a deep breath, stealing his lover's scent and keeping it all for himself. If it was possible to smell excitement as one could smell fear, this was the only time he ever could. It was an assortment of odors, non-describable to the common man. And Tohru's revealed body was engrossed in it.
She looked absolutely stunning. Even with the lights off, the moonlight lit up her soft skin, covering it in an array of lavender and blue. Her hair seemed to gleam and dance everytime she budged. The more she breathed in and out, and the more the inhaled air made her breasts come closer to him, the more inviting she looked. He wanted to feel her all over his body; he wanted her to engulf him.
Tohru wrapped her arms around Kyou's back as he lay on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his and pushed her torso onto him. She felt something stiff push against her. Immediately, her face blushed a small shade of pink; not out of embarrassment, but out of sheer pleasure.
Their mouths touched, as if it were the first time once again. Slowly, they did their dance, and their tongues waltzed to the beat. Kyou's hot breath patted her cheek as he breached the surface for air, and dug in again to drown in her kiss. His hands were free to wander around her. She no longer felt the need to flinch or scurry away under his tight lock. It was almost as if his hands were her own.
Kyou grunted as his boxers became too much of a barrier for him.
"Are you okay?" Tohru whispered, her breath a little short. When he didn't answer, she looked to see him reluctantly picking at his underwear. " . . . Are you going to take it off?"
Kyou looked at her, but his voice was too stunted for him to answer. It was almost as if he could no longer talk from the shock of what he had just been through so far. Ironically, they had only begun. He was afraid of what would happen to him once they started to enter one another.
Assuming he was embarrassed about showing himself, Tohru smiled and put a hand on his cheek.
"It's okay," she said in a silvery voice. "You don't have to hide anymore."
Feeling extraordinarily confident, Tohru reached for Kyou's boxers and slipped a finger underneath the rim. Slowly, she began to pull them down, but still looked for a sign in Kyou's eyes that would tell her to stop. She stopped for a moment, feeling the fear return to her as the cloth hung on for dear life on Kyou's endowment. With a determined face, she pulled it down in one swoop and let go.
It was staring her in the face. As if the wind had been taken out of her, she shivered and hunched up. Her face grew hot and she forced her eyes looked elsewhere.
Once he caught his breath, Kyou started to chuckle. He sat on his rear when Tohru did the same. She kept her legs clamped shut, but he kept his wide open, with his pride pointing at her. He kicked away the boxers that hung on his ankles and came closer to his girl.
"Hey," he said, in a compassionate tone. "Does it bother you? Hmm?"
He placed his hands on her knees and massaged them. Tohru's heart went haywire. A strange feeling hit her down below, and a small flow of liquid squirted between her thighs.
"Ah!" she cried, half in surprise and half in shame. "I-I . . . I'm sorry . . ."
"Tohru, it's okay! . . . It's okay," Kyou said. He put his forehead to hers again, placed a hand on the back of her head, and laughed bitterly. "Y-You're more nervous than I am . . ."
He sat back down and waited for her to collect herself. Grinning, he ran a hand through his hair.
" . . . Are ya . . . you know . . . curious?"
"Huh?" Tohru asked. She looked at him from top to bottom, and then gave a sheepish smile. "I . . . I guess so."
"Then touch me," Kyou said bluntly as he got close to her again. He sat "Indian" style and relaxed. His manhood was still up in the air.
Tohru hesitated at first, but then cupped a hand around Kyou's stalk. It was firm and warm to the touch. When she felt more confident, she went lower to explore the scrotum. Kyou blew out a long drawn breath and his face grew bright red. His manhood budged a bit and rose even higher. A minute later, his forehead was covered in sweat.
He was ready. He only hoped that she was too.
Tohru's expedition was interrupted when Kyou, once again, reached for her lips. Suddenly, she forgot about her little adventure and settled back down on the futon they both sat on. She stopped for a breath, and put her hand on his chest.
"Kyou, wait-" she gasped. Kyou sighed, but kept a smile.
"Yes?" he asked, trying not to sound impatient. His brow furrowed as the pressure in his groin began to bother him.
"I'm sorry but . . . the condom."
"Oh!"
Kyou reached over on his left and picked up the condom that Shigure had given him. With jittery fingers, he began to open it, but found himself too nervous to open it correctly.
"I'll do it," Tohru said, humor displayed on her heated face. She tore open the package and gingerly held the condom. "I hope I'm doing this right."
She placed it over Kyou's pride, and gently pulled it down the throbbing stalk. Kyou wasn't sure how he felt about the feeling of it, but it didn't matter much now. Quickly, he licked his bottom lip and placed himself over Tohru. Her legs were still clamped shut.
"Relax," he whispered while his lips touched her right ear. "We can take it nice and slow . . ."
His voice was so soft and sweet, that she couldn't help but to relax her body. It told her that everything would be okay.
" . . . . You ready?" Kyou asked. He looked straight into her emotional, turquoise eyes.
Tohru nodded and took in a deep breath. She gripped his arms and prepared for what was to come.
Kyou arched his body and slowly made his way up the slippery chamber. Tohru's muscles clenched, and she flinched as she felt him inside her. Her eyes watered from the pain, and her teeth gritted against each other. She resorted to toughly gripping Kyou's arms as if they were handle bars. The farther up he went, the more she wanted to cry out. When it became too much, she made a groan of pleasure and distress.
To him, it was like moving in a tight and bumpy tunnel that was hesitant to let you in. The more she flinched, the farther back he was being pushed out. It frustrated him beyond belief.
Kyou gathered stamina and roughly thrust his pelvis. Upon impact, Tohru dug her fingers in to his arms and failed to hold back her scream. Tears ran down her face as she managed to swallow a sob.
He opened his eyes and immediately felt the guilt tear at his heart.
"D-Did I hurt you?" he asked, his voice full of worry. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry . . . . Are . . . Are you alright?"
Tohru looked him in the eyes and nodded, but her breathing had not changed. Kyou lowered his voice.
" . . . . Do you wanna stop?"
She shook her head. When her breathing got back to normal, she gave a tired smile.
"I . . . can feel you inside me," she said with a small, halfhearted chuckle. She lay her head back and her face grew red again. " . . . I-It feels good . . ."
Taking that as a green light, Kyou sighed with relief and smiled mischievously.
"It feels good, does it?" he growled into her neck. Tohru giggled and squirmed around as Kyou nipped little bits of her neck. Tohru stretched her neck to reach his ear, and nibbled on the lobe. Kyou clenched his teeth as he smiled ear to ear, feeling tickled from the sensation. To get revenge, he then nibbled on the nape of her neck and nibbled all the way down to the corners of her breasts. They both calmed down when he made it back up to her lips.
Tohru had never seen Kyou's eyes so soft before. It was as if they were on fire, but in a vial of liquid. Like magma . . . the liquid fire . . .
And his expression was so tender. It made her want to cry.
She reached for his lips one more time before letting him take over. As their tongues did another dance, their bodies began to move in unison. With every gentle thrust, her body welcomed it with open arms. Kyou's manhood was on the right spot, and it made her force her head back in ecstasy. Kyou's pressure grew and he could no longer find the energy to kiss her. He lay his head on her shoulder and continued to move inside her. Tohru's mouth hung open as every movement brought her closer and closer to nirvana.
Both of them sat up and gripped each other in a tight embrace. Their legs wrapped around each others' lower backs, and they were locked chest to chest. Tohru's chin rested on Kyou's hot and slippery shoulder, her mouth still hanging open from the intense feeling. Kyou's face dug into Tohru's neck.
He wanted to bite something. He needed to bite something. The pressure was building up so quickly, he almost bit down on Tohru, but refrained from doing so. His fingers clawed on her back, as if he were hanging from a steep cliff. He prayed that she would not let him fall.
Almost as if he were in a trance, Kyou clenched his muscles and kept his eyes tightly closed. His body went rigid as his groin went rock hard. Tohru gave out a loud, orgasmic moan as she climaxed on her own. Moments after that, Kyou gave out a booming moan of his own, ejaculated into the condom, and went limp all over. Both of the tired lovers fell on either side of each other, and lay still on the soiled futon.
Tohru wanted to just lay there and keep him in her, but she knew he needed to separate from her groin. As if it were a sorrowful parting, she allowed Kyou to leave her. With weak hands, Kyou removed the wet condom and tossed it on the floor.
He lay on his side to face her. Tohru was smiling with content, but she looked so tired. Kyou was planning to part this evening with a few words, but he figured it was best saved for another time. Instead, he got close to her and crossed his fingers with hers, not caring that either of them were sweaty and smelly.
Tohru felt him kiss her forehead and closed her eyes with satisfaction.
"I love you," she whispered before falling asleep.
Thankful that she wasn't able to see him as she slept, Kyou allowed his eyes to become heavy with tears.
"I love you even more."
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In the distance, the condom, which had been roughly thrown aside, sat there in the moonlight, dripping from the tip . . .
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Kyou blinked as the sun shined through the window. He looked to his side to see a bed-headed Tohru sleeping peacefully; without clothes on, as a nice addition. She breathed slowly in and out, a bit of the blush on her face from last night remaining.
Kyou, feeling strangely parental-like, took the stray hairs strands and brushed them out of Tohru's face. He smiled with a sweet smirk as she felt his slight presence. Leaning over, he planted a kiss on her forehead and got up from the futon. Kyou looked in his closet and found some clean boxers, jeans, and a random collared shirt. He took them with him into the bathroom and bathed. After dressing, he came downstairs warily to go into the kitchen. He tried his best to hide the guilty look on his face.
Being in the extremely good mood that he was in, he decided to do something different for a change; like make Tohru breakfast in bed. It was worth a shot, and it was for her anyway, since she was such a good sport last night.
Now, he had never cooked breakfast before, but a couple of Tohru's book recipes were already in the kitchen, so he decided to use them. And hopefully, Shigure was asleep. If he found him cooking pancakes and eggs, he'd never live it down.
Since he decided to do a western dish, he knew that it would provide him and Tohru with some variety.
Much to Kyou's dismay, Shigure lazily and tiredly stumbled into the kitchen, being led by the delicious aroma of syrup and batter. Kyou tried to look extremely interested in his cooking.
"G-G-Good morning," Shigure yawned. "You're up early as usual. But, may I ask, why are YOU cooking?"
"Well, I just wanted to cook today . . ." Kyou replied nonchalantly. "Is there a problem with that?"
Shigure grinned suspiciously.
"Nope."
He got closer to Kyou, making him some-what intimidated.
"That's funny . . . I figured you'd be yelling at me by now," questioned Shigure. "Why the good attitude all of a sudden?"
" . . . I had a good rest last night . . ."
"I see . . . . . . So . . . how was last night's dinner?"
Kyou tensed up, but not enough for Shigure to notice.
"It . . . it was good."
"You guys do anything else?"
"N-No."
"Really? Nothing else?"
"Nuh uh."
" . . . . Are you SUUUURRRREEE?"
"Dammit, Shigure, yes."
"I could've sworn I heard uh . . . 'thumping' noises from upstairs . . . ."
"You're imagining things, pervert."
"Uh huh . . . . . . . Kyou, just admit it. You and Tohru did the nasty. :)"
"W-What? No way in HELL! Besides, what proof do you have?"
"Well, when Yuki was going to bed, claimed to me that he heard moaning coming from YOUR room. He was rather pale in the face when he told me this. Heh heh, poor guy, hope he slept okay . . ."
"NO."
"Just admit it, Kyon. You are no longer a virgin!"
" . . . . . . ."
"AD-MMMMMMMIIIIIITTTT IIIIIITTTTT . . . ."
"FINE! WE DID IT, OKAY?"
Shigure giggled and recited the words "I knew it!" over and over again in song. Yuki came into the kitchen.
"Shigure," he started, "you woke me up with your annoying shouting," he said, his eyes looking deadly. "What is it this time?" Shigure answered before Kyou could even protest.
"Kyon-Kyon and my sweet little flower had SEX last night!"
" . . . . Shigure, please, not now . . ."
"But I'm serious! Kyou told me so!"
"ONLY 'CAUSE YA FORCED ME TO, YOU SICK BASTARD!" yelled Kyou, his face glowing red. "IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUISNESS!"
Yuki's face turned several shades of red and his expression was a mixture of shock and disgust. Hearing this news was just as bad as walking in on his mother when she was . . .
His stomach gurgled and sent nausea shooting up his throat.
"Yuki, you alright?" asked Shigure. "You look kind of strange."
Yuki clutched is stomach and shivered a little.
"I . . . I . . . I have to go," he stuttered. He trotted away to the outside toilet, holding his mouth with his hand. The pictures of Kyou onto of Tohru; they were so clear! Too clear! It was sickening. He knew this was going to happen, he just KNEW. And yet, the moment he received the news, he immediately grew ill at the image. It was literally like hearing that your mother had sex with some stranger that you really disliked. It turned his stomach so much; he needed to hang over the toilet for a couple minutes.
"Well," started Shigure. "I'll leave you to your cooking. Hmhm . . . bye!"
Kyou scowled, his good mood dwindling slightly. But the thought of going back upstairs calmed him down by much. He finished up the food and put it on a large tray.
He carefully carried it all upstairs and went inside his room. Tohru was still asleep, much to his surprise.
"Geez," thought Kyou. "I figured she'd be up by now. She must be really tired . . ."
Kyou couldn't help but to be proud of himself for a moment. Tohru oversleeping was an outcome from a job well done. He just hoped that he didn't exhaust her too much. He put the food down by the futon, and sat by Tohru.
"Wake up," he said in her ear.
Tohru turned around under the sheets and opened her eyes slowly. She faced Kyou and smiled.
"Good morning, Kyou," she said peacefully. She sat up, only to notice that she was still naked. She "eeped" and covered her chest in her arms. Kyou chuckled.
"You dingbat," he said teasingly, bonking his fist lightly on her head. "You don't have ta hide in front of me."
Tohru shyly put down her arms and blushed in shame. Kyou leaned over and kissed her cheek.
"Don't worry . . . you look beautiful."
Tohru positively beamed.
"Oh!" said Kyou, remembering. "I made us some breakfast."
"Oh Kyou!" cried Tohru. "This is wonderful! You made all of this yourself?"
"Yep."
They pulled up the covers onto their laps and put the tray onto it. While eating, Kyou told Tohru about what happened this morning.
"How did Yuki take the news?" she asked.
"He ran into the bathroom to puke," replied Kyou. Tohru gasped. Was Yuki really that upset? What would he think of her now?
"Is . . . is he mad at me?" she asked.
"I doubt it," said Kyou. "He's madder at me, actually. Don't worry about it. He's just a pansy."
Tohru didn't answer back. She continued to eat, but without as much hunger. Kyou decided to change the subject.
"So . . . . . h-how was last night for you?"
"Oh, it was incredible!" claimed Tohru, with awe in her eyes. "I've . . . I've never felt like that before. It was amazing . . ."
"I didn't hurt you . . . did I?"
"Oh, no! It did hurt at first, but I didn't really mind actually. You were wonderful, Kyou! It's just . . ."
"What?"
"I . . . I can't believe I'm not a v-virgin anymore . . ."
"Yeah. It's . . . it's a weird feeling . . ."
"But . . . I-I think I'd like to do that again someday, if that's okay . . ."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
Kyou smiled and nodded in agreement. After they both finished breakfast, they carried the dishes down to the kitchen and washed them together.
Tohru caught Yuki's eye several times that day, afraid to talk to him. There wasn't a single time that Yuki could look at her without blushing furiously.