Feels like ages! Extended Scene for Ch 87 of EMYM - this is a continuation of action, just M rated so I separated it out. If you don't like switching to this fic, Every Move You Make is also live on Ao3 with the full fic as one big ol' E-rated good time (BL/yaoi M rated sections included, just FYI). Anywho, Baby and I send our love! Hope you have a wonderful day everyone, just like Kuon and Kyoko do hehehehehehehe. Thanks for reading and reviewing, it's always so wonderful to hear from you. Like a Christmas present each time :-)

Without more nonsense from me-

Ch. 87 Extended Scene

His lips fell lower, brushing over the upper swell of her breasts. She gasped, tensing already at the new sensations. He paused, his hands rubbing circles on her lower back.

"Can I…?" His question was quietly spoken, but no less full of passion for the low volume. She could feel his hands shaking where they lay. Her own were shaking, her body echoing his need and adrenaline.

She nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. His mouth opened slowly, hesitating just above her skin before gently latching on to the bare skin of her mound in the exact place he'd desired so long ago as Cain. He sucked, drawing moans from both of their mouths as he captured the sweetness of her skin. Over and over again his mouth caressed her skin there, heat radiating out from his mouth to fill her entire body. She couldn't hold her head up; her focus had shifted entirely to that single spot and the feeling of his lips and teeth and tongue. He broke the kiss; his tongue smoothed over the tender ache. He moaned again, then gripped her waist and shoved her higher, his lips sealing themselves around her nipple and drawing forth a sharp cry from her lips.

"Ahn- Kuon!" she cried, her nails scraping his shoulders as her back arched, pulling away and pressing tighter into him at the same time. He was feasting on her; his tongue and mouth moving ceaselessly, hungrily, nipping and sucking.

She pressed forward against him instinctively, her body trying to find a way to work out the sensations he was creating. Her movement pushed her hips down against his chest, her tight shorts rubbing against a newly sensitive center. She gasped, wanting more. He pulled back on her breast, moving quickly to the other as she started to slowly rub herself against his core.

"Kuon," she panted, "this— unh…" She rolled her neck, her hips starting to thrust more eagerly against him, his tongue matching her rhythm as it swirled around her nipple. His hands shifted to rest on her butt, not pushing or pulling, just feeling and guiding her movements as she rocked.

He licked between her breasts, kissing her breastbone as she felt deep heat start to flower inside her center already. His hands shifted, pushing her up and away from the contact she craved. She moaned in protest, squirming, but he shushed her. "Let me," he said, his voice heated.

His hands skillfully undid her buckle and buttons and shoved her shorts down, low, off her slender legs. She braced herself above him, her legs shaking slightly with the effort of restraint. His large hands slid all the way back up her legs, his fingers caressing every dip and rise of her curves until he reached the apex of her thighs. There they spread, only the tips running along her sex as the rest crested over her hips, joining together again at her navel. Kyoko held her breath. "Again," she whispered, then bit her lip in surprise at her forwardness. Kuon exhaled, his hands retracing their path down, brushing the edge of her mound to curve around on the back of her thighs. Kyoko moaned, rocking in midair. "Again."

He slid his hands around first, then higher, slowly, achingly slowly, until she felt his fingers brush fully over her mound, covered only by black lacy underwear. She gasped and he stopped, his hand laying gently over her. She wanted more and ground her hips into his palm, rubbing herself against him. Kuon's head dipped to reclaim her breast with his mouth as his fingers slid inside her panties, pushing them down, just barely dipping inside her slit as he pushed them over her thighs and off. She cried out at the slight contact. "More!" Kyoko could only manage the one word, the one thought. "More…"

His fingers found her again and spread her lower lips, making her shudder in pleasure. She could feel herself slick against his fingers as they slid up and down, pausing each time to press gently on her apex, a small spot perfectly alive to his touch. She bucked her hips up, spreading her legs, making more room without thinking. His thumb pressed on her clit, rolling over and around as his fingers pushed inside her. She gasped; never imagining the strangeness and beauty of feeling another person in her depths. He pressed farther inside, his long finger stroking her inner wall. She was frozen, waiting, her breath coming hot and fast but everything else unbearably slow.

He bit her nipple, the force making her jerk; her hips bucked down over his finger with his movement. She cried out and he pressed another finger inside with the first, his eyes tightly shut and chest heaving with the effort of control as he started to pump his fingers into her. His hips moved in slight echo, a rise and fall she could feel against her own legs. She moaned his name and dipped her head, her lips hungrily seeking his skin. Her moans grew faster, sharper, as his fingers thrust into her. She threw her need into her kiss, tugging and sucking on his muscled shoulder as her hips thrust against his hand. He shifted his fingers forward and up inside her and she cried out, waves of heat pouring through her.

"Kyoko-" he gasped, his fingers slipping from her. She felt fulfilled and yet empty, her mind spinning as she struggled to hold herself up above him. He crushed her to himself, pulling her into his kiss. Their tongues twined together, still searching for greater depth. Kyoko felt her heart still hammering, her body still hot from the climax, but her first release did nothing to stop the heat from returning as he let his own passion pour into his kiss. Again and again his lips sought hers, both of them gasping for breath as he held her tight. She shifted her legs, starting to roll off him, to give him space to breathe, and her thigh brushed over his hips. He cried out, finally breaking the kiss, his eyes shut tight. She stopped, startled. His hands shifted down, squeezing her butt as he softly mimicked her earlier plea in an urgent whisper. "Again…"

She was fascinated. Kyoko drew her leg back across his center. He threw his head back, his tendons standing out as she pressed gently against the hardness beneath her. She exhaled silently, her mouth open in wonder. She shifted her body down, her hands quickly working to undo the simple ties of his leather pants, pushing them down, wanting to see the part of him that was causing his painful need— the part she always knew was there, but had never truly seen. Never experienced.

He almost whimpered as his hard length sprang free of the tight leather and briefs. Her eyes widened as she took him in, her hand hovering just above his length. He opened his eyes and whispered her name, drawing her attention back to him. "Kyoko," he said. His voice was rough, almost dark, but she could tell he was trying to hold back. Trying to be gentle.

"Does it hurt?" she asked, her hand still hovering above him.

He nodded as he spoke, "No." She gasped out a laugh, letting the tips of her fingers graze over him as she watched his expression. He flinched, biting his lip. She pressed down, running her fingers slowly down his length. His back arched, pushing up against her, mouth open with need.

"What do I do?" she asked quietly. "I want to learn." She licked her lips in nervous anticipation. She badly wanted to do this well for him.

"Make it— wet—" he said tersely, his hand flexing and releasing as she played her fingertips up then down, feeling his taut skin. She licked her lips again as she twisted her wrist to touch herself, knowing instinctively a source of his need. Dipping her fingers in her own wetness, she circled his tip, smoothing the liquid down his shaft. He started to grunt, his hips pushing up into her grip. She wanted more wetness; more slip as she ran her hand up and down him.

Kyoko's eye lit as she thought of a new way. She felt her limbs tremble in anticipation and braced herself over him, the slightest hesitation pausing her before she reached down to spread her folds and sank against his length. She gasped; his breath gushed out in a long, tight hiss between his teeth as he arched his back up. Their eyes opened, locking deep into one another as she slid herself up his erection.

"Ahhh," she moaned. The feeling— heat and firmness and pressure all along her, rubbing hard and tight against her clit. So much more than his fingers had been. She started to move, almost involuntarily, seeking more contact, more touch, more heat. He felt so good— her body felt like it was humming— she slid more rapidly; heat unfurling within her. His tip grazed her entrance and slid just inside. She froze. The new depth and possibility made her shudder. Her hands clenched on his shoulders; her body waiting, held taut, captured by the feeling of him held just within her.

Suddenly Kuon sat up beneath her, lifting her up and twining her legs around his back in full-body sitting embrace. She felt his hard length shift with their bodies, pulling out as he moved his hips back, then pressing tighter up and along her slit. He bent forward and kissed her tenderly, his breath hot as it rushed over her lips.

"Kyoko," he whispered, bending forward to rest his forehead against hers. "Are you sure?"

Every single nerve was on fire. She tried to force herself to breathe deeply; to think clearly; to come out of the haze of lust and need. "I want…" she paused, bracing her head against his shoulder. With each breath taken their bodies moved against one another intimately, threatening her ability to speak. "...all of you."

Kuon lifted her chin and kissed her deeply. "You don't have to do this to have me," he whispered, his voice rough.

Kyoko felt frustration grow within her and growled, pulling down on his shoulders and biting his neck — hard, like Setsu! She shifted forward and down to the sound of his cry of shock then before he could stop her pushed his length deep inside. She cried out, her head thrown back at the sudden intense filling. His throaty shout melded with and overwhelmed hers, his hands instinctively pulling up on her hips but she shook her head, pressing down.

"All of you," she said, the words more of a groan than a sentence. She was filled — her hands shook, her heart pounding at the indescribable feeling of him deep, deep inside her. His body reaching where before only his heart had. His presence filling her body like he'd filled her mind.

He moaned, his mouth hungrily searching, kissing her skin feverishly but the rest of his body achingly still. She felt her grip lose its tension; her hands relax as his lips heated her forehead, temples, cheeks, ears, mouth— until he shifted beneath her and she felt it through her core. She arched backwards, her head jerking away from his kisses.

Kuon stilled immediately, his eyes drawn tight with the effort of self-control. "Kyoko…" he asked, her name both a question and a declaration. She could feel his stare, hot and focused, trying to see through her.

"Move," she whispered, unable to open her eyes. Move… His hips stayed still. She felt herself coming undone. His length buried deep inside her, still and hot, was making her body tremble. Their bodies were clasped together, her legs wrapped around his waist, his arms circling her, his sweat on her chest - and it was not enough. She needed him to move like she needed her next breath.

She cried out in frustration and raised her own hips, taking control. Kuon gasped, his hands raking down her back. She started to rock, her hands tight on his skin, her breath coming fast and hot as the feeling of his presence filled her over and over again. Kyoko felt a primal joy rising in her, each thrust screaming through their bodies that he was hers; they were known; they were wanted.

His kisses and hands covered her skin, growing more desperate and less predictable as he lost control beneath her touch. His hips started to buck up into her, deeper than she'd reached, jolting her deliciously out of rhythm. She felt his large hands lift her at the waist, controlling her rise and fall, matching his movements. Their voices melded, crying out with each joining— grew urgent, harsher; his hands slamming her into him.

"Kyoko— God—" he moaned, driving her over the edge as he pressed her against his chest, her legs tight around his waist, their bodies fully alive and fully joined as Kyoko climaxed over him. Kuon shuddered and pulled out with his own cry to join her in ecstasy before she could think clearly.

She sank into him. His arms relaxed, draping around her in a gentle hug as their tremors subsided. She kissed his shoulder almost shyly, her fingertips tracing the faint red marks from her bite. She could feel him beneath her as a potent reminder of everything. It made her tremble. Slowly, their heart rates calmed. Slowly, their panting breaths became smiles. Slowly, the world fell back to reality. Kyoko smiled. A more colorful reality; like the Corn stone held up to the light, shimmering and overflowing with magic. She bit her lip, relishing her own sappiness and the feel of her fairy prince surrounding her.

The prince was hers. She blinked away the sudden tears threatening to rise at the awareness that beyond all expectations and reason and twists of fate somehow the two of them had still arrived here, in one another's arms. Was this how the princesses in her storybooks felt?

Kuon wrapped his arms around her and fell backwards onto the bed. She squealed, bonking her head on his shoulder. Squirming to work her way out of his arms, Kyoko whacked him playfully when he grabbed her butt and pushed her up higher on his torso, pushing her head down to nuzzle between his cheek and shoulder. "No moving," he said softly. "Mine."

She huffed, poking him in protest. "Nii-san…" she playfully whined.

Kuon shook his head. "No nii-sans here."

Kyoko smiled, tracing her fingers over his shoulder, relaxing completely into his embrace.

"Good," he said, a completely satisfied grin on his face. "So good."

The pair fell into silence, Kyoko watching the beat of his heart against his skin as she lay on his shoulder. Proof he was real. She touched the spot on his skin gently, feeling the press of his lifeblood thrum on her fingertip.

"I love you," she whispered. Kuon hummed, squeezing her tight.

"I know."