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Lemon #21: Kamamoto Rikio

Requested by Aori Rihito and two Guest Reviewers

Author's Note:

Rikio's a cutie-pie. I fail. My sincere apologies.

Thank you for reading and please don't hate me for being this much of a failure (P.S. only one more chapter, Holy shit; more information will be released with the next lemon so sit tight. Love you all!).

Our apartment was far too hot; with no working air conditioner, our only relief from the sweltering temperatures of late summer came from the furiously whipping propellers of a cheap plastic fan. However, as could be expected, this small amount of 'relief' was not nearly enough to keep us cool; and not even the evening hours brought a soothing climate.

Often, we would take turns holding a bag of ice to our foreheads, lying side by side, cursing the heat and basking in the small period of liberation we received from the ice-bag. During some of these nights, I had developed an odd habit of moaning out 'Hot!' whenever I felt undesirably warm. Even more often than those nights, there would be nights it was simply impossible to sleep, where no ice or slight breeze from the fan would cool us down.

This was one of those nights.

I lay entirely exposed, save a small pair of pajama shorts and a sports bra, to one side of the bed, attempting to give my partner as much space as possible just in case we somehow ended up spreading body heat; I also found myself mumbling out malevolent little 'hot!'-s every now and then. Rikio on the other hand, was dressed in only his boxers, sitting up against the backboard with a bottle of soda clutched in one hand and his PDA secured in the other, looking fairly engrossed in whatever app he happened to be playing.

I watched him for a while, catching the way the heat of the room made his cold soda bottle sweat, a few drops falling from the surface of the plastic onto his tanned chest where it rolled all the way down his bare stomach to the edge of his boxer briefs, soaking into the fabric.

Alright, I'll be honest here; I loved my boyfriend no matter how he looked. In the winter, his body did change quite a bit from the toned, lean build he had now but he was just as much of a sweetheart no matter how he looked. Year-round, he was still the same loving man and I would always feel just as strongly about him; nothing would change that.

Now, with that being said (and truly meant, I might add), I will admit that he looked incredibly gorgeous at the moment. And I felt like savoring the sight.

I hardly noticed just how intensely I was staring at him until a few moments later I found his big brown eyes looking back at me with just as much interest. "(Y/n)? Everything alright?"

Blinking stupidly, I forced a huge smile and sat up quickly to hide my obvious guilt. "Y-yeah, yeah, just thinking. What're you up to, anyways? You look really into it."

He gave a small chuckle before setting down his soda on the bedside table and showing me the screen of his cell phone. "Not really; it's this random game Yata-san told me to play. I don't really understand why, but I guess a lot of people are totally obsessed with it and can't put it down." Sending me a sideways glance, he cocked his head a little before adding "Wanna give it a go?"

Okay, that was tempting. I had actually played the game before and, while being able to set it down, I definitely found it entertaining and enjoyable. However, right now I was conjuring up plans for a different kind of 'game' and I feared that if I became too preoccupied with the app said plan might never take shape.

"Actually, no thanks. I was thinking of taking a quick shower; you know, clear my head and all. Would you be interested in joining me?" The invitation was laced with as many sultry undertones as I could manage, trying to convey the meaning behind it without revealing anything directly.

It took a moment for Rikio to understand where I was coming from anyways; he appeared to be deep in thought for a second before his eyes widened drastically and his gaze flickered over my entire figure quickly, coughing a bit and running a hand through his hair before answering.

"That sounds… nice. You lead the way; I'll be there in a sec, alright?" Nodding vigorously at his reply, I stood from the bed and hurried over to the bathroom door, sneaking inside. Truth be told, I had no idea how things were going to pan out from here, but I knew for sure that we would be showering together and that's nothing to complain about.

In a rush, I freed myself of the remnants of my clothing and sighed at the feeling of exposure before hurrying into the shower itself and pulled the curtain partially shut before my lover had the chance to walk in on me.

"Hot!" Just how hot was it, exactly? Even when completely nude I was still feeling heated; now, whether that was from the heat itself or from the excitement and anticipation coming from the knowledge I was about to do dirty things with my boyfriend.

Right on cue, I heard the bathroom door creak open and the floor boards' groan as another individual stepped into the room. Smiling to myself, I leaned down and reached for the cold water knob, about to turn it when I felt Rikio slip into the shower behind me and wrap and arm around my waist. "(Y-n), stand up for a second, please; I'd like to try something new."

I found myself a little puzzled by his words but didn't argue with him when he used the words 'try something new' in this kind of situation. Standing upright once more, I left the cold water knob untouched for later; I wasn't sure what he was planning.

His arm at my waist brought me closer until my back was pressed firmly against his tanned torso, our bodies fitting together like puzzle-pieces; the heat of his body now combined with my own and that of the room, making a few drops of sweat roll down my cheeks before he even started to do anything to me.

Not that it took very much longer for him to do so anyways; the arm that wasn't wrapped around my waist slipped up my stomach, massaging the gently rippling muscles just below my left breast before slipping the few inches further to the soft lump above. I gasped slightly at the sensation, biting my bottom lip as my nipples shaped into hard nubs at the contact.

As his one hand continued ministrations on my top half, his hand at my waist slipped down in between my legs to teasingly trace the outline of my sex. I whimpered and threw my head back against his shoulder, bucking my hips rather wantonly in an attempt to end his teasing. I merely felt a smirk against my cheek before he pulled back slightly and pressed a kiss to my ear before his tongue ventured out to flick along the cartilage there.

Swallowing any kind of pride I still had left, I moaned in an utterly hopeless abandon and vocally begged him to touch me, to feel me more than he was with his mere teasing. He seemed to like that reaction, a certain something growing in both length and thickness against my backside enough testament to that.

By the time he finally decided to be merciful, I was already at my limit. The heat in the shower was almost unbearable, steamy to the point we were fogging up the mirror and clouding over the window, but somehow that made everything even more intense. When I finally did feel his fingers pressing long and hard against my overly stimulated area, it barely took a minute before I was climaxing, moaning my lover's name as unabashedly wanton as I could. Pleasure rushed through every fiber in my body, making me curl my toes and squeeze my eyes shut, riding out the tingle as long as I could.

Vaguely, I felt a loving kiss being pressed to my sweaty forehead and one of his hands leaving my body, but I wasn't sure of where it was headed until a sudden rush of cool water sprayed onto my still quivering torso. The sudden rush of chill liquid caught me off guard and before I knew better, I had turned and grabbed ahold of Rikio, pulling him closer as I squeaked out a loud "Cold!"