They were at their beach house in Bali. Taking advantage of their newly gifted timeshare. (A generous wedding present from his parents).

The newlyweds had taken the most advantage of the private beach last night. From eating takeout outside under the torch lights to rolling around in the sand, making all the noise they dared to make.

And of course, the house. Which was theirs alone for the entire week. It was big, with lots of windows and many rooms that they'd already broken in, in the little time they were given. Including the large entertainment room, after a friendly game of air-hockey had been replaced with an even friendlier punishment game that involved Haruhi's bare ass pressed against the hockey table and Hikaru's face trapped between her thighs.

But this morning came soon for them, after a night spent naked and tangled up in sheets on the living room floor. They then moved to the master bedroom, to catch a few more lazy hours of sleep, but proved that to be a silly thought, as Haruhi looked particularly appetizing in the morning sun that leaked through the shades, and Hikaru couldn't keep his hands to himself.

And that eventually brought them tiptoeing to the bathroom, ready to wash the makings of love off their hands before setting out to be nozy tourists.

Eventually.

Haruhi gasped, as a sudden sloppy thrust from behind buried him deep inside her.

Her fingers dug as much as they could into the thin lines of grout between the pieces of wet marble, desperate to hold on, as two fumbly hands, grasping her hips in a certain urgency, were the only thing keeping her from falling. And from the amount of bubbly soap between them, those fingers, and long and beautiful as they were, seemed terribly untrustworthy.

"Hikaru," she groaned, past the warm water raining down her chin, finding his wandering hand latching onto her breast. Which she cupped with her own hand, wanting him to stay there. "Keep going." She only managed to gasp out as his thumb rolled her nipple. "I'm close. I'm so close."

"I know. I can feel you" Hikaru strained, struggling to keep a grip on her thigh through the subs from her shampoo that started to trail from her hair down her back. He should have known he wouldn't have been able to keep his need for her restrained long enough to wash away the sex from this morning. "Keep squeezing me, Baby. Fuck, you're so tight."

She ached for that delicious release that'd been teasing her all morning, but it still felt so far away. In a bout of desperateness, she used the hand that was the only thing keeping her anchored to the wall and snuck it between her thighs, where she could feel his hips slapping against her, and started to rub the pads of her fingers into her own wetness, needing the extra friction. Close. She was so close. Just a little more.

But then he pulled from her completely, and she missed him immediately, feeling empty and losing all that sweet tension that it made her sob, until he took her by the shoulders and spun her around to crush her against his chest.

The look in his eyes were almost primal when he lifted her by her thighs, hoisting her into his arms with a grip stronger than he'd ever held her with, and instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. The smile on her lips being fastly devoured by his starving lips.

Then, he sunk her back down on his throbbing cock, eating her muffled squeal with a growl.

His hard thrusts reached her depths with more intensity than the restrictions

before allowed him, and her release shook at her core before she could prepare and before she could stop herself, she cried out. Hands grabbing at his hair, tugging each ginger weff between her trembling fingers.

Hikaru had a hard time keeping her in his grasp, and slowly, careful not to drop her, he lowered down to the shower's bench, with her still in his lap. Her pussy tightening around him, still asking for more.

"Stay with me," he commanded through his teeth, in response to her trying to catch her breath then guided her hands to his shoulders. "Don't let go."

He lifted her up, and for a moment she thought they were leaving, until he forced her back down on his member, bringing her down from her high and forcing her back up, already close to another orgasm, in one harsh thrust against her clit that almost made her scream.

"Hikaru." She begged, bucking against him, until his hand on her tiny waist kept her mounted to him. To keep her still. To let him do all the work.

"I can't. I'm coming again, Hikaru. Harder, please."

"One more time, Haruhi" he said in her ear, holding her wet hair from her face, with a tight grip that kept her neck exposed to his sharp kisses that'd leave those pretty little bruises that people could see, that'd show them she was all his. Only his. Now forever and always. And no one else's ever again. "Say it one more time."

"Hikaru," she gasped. "Fuck, Hikaru. I'm coming."

"I'm coming inside," It sounded like a dying request as he shoved himself inside of her again, and again, breathless from breathing in the clouding steam. "take all of it."

"Please," she begged for it, over and over, raising and falling into his lap, the knotting fire in her already overstimulated middle was bringing tears to her eyes that Hikaru kissed away with his tongue.

She reached her climax one more time over his aching cock before he held her close in a near smothering hold and forced himself as deep as he dared to reach inside of her and finally came. Groaning her beautiful name that he loved so much into the shadow of her throat and kissed every inch of her face until her breathing was just a gentle breath breeze.

"Let me stay like this forever." He breathed, enthralled by the feeling of her tensing around him, as he laid back and watched as the water showered between their chests.

She hummed. "I don't think I could move otherwise."

"Good," his smirk kissed her forehead, "Because I still haven't had breakfast."