I don't feel like the title has anything to do with the actual chapter but oh well. Ari this chapter is for you 3
Also, rated T or M? Not sure. Highly suggestive.
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"Munto!"
Boots halted on the stone flooring. The regal posture melted as he turned, lines crinkling his face with a bright, toothy grin. His hands extended slightly out, palms open in warm welcome.
"Yumemi." She stopped just short of him, a bag in hand.
Munto chuckled gently, tugging her by her elbow for a light embrace. Her gift bag ruffled as it got wedged between her and him.
"Happy Valentine's Day!" Excited, she pulled back to extend the plain blue bag.
This was not a holiday unknown to him by any means. She had educated him over the years of the Lower World's plentiful culture and holidays, however, he had not been expecting her this early in the day - a little past noon.
"I was not expecting you until dinner… Have the plans changed?"
With a beaming smile, Yumemi shook her head, sending springy curls flying. They settled onto her shoulders and down her back as she refocused her eager gaze on him.
"No, I just didn't want to wait."
"Alright, shall we head to the gardens or…?"
"That's okay with me." Yumemi didn't hesitate to loop her arm with his.
Munto still remembered her pink cheeks and never wavering smile that was mere moments from a full blown grin. Her curled hair had been done for the special day thanks to Suzume.
In the gardens, he sifted through the sparkling white tissue paper. He pulled from the bottom a pair of trunks. Bright yellow with red cherries printed all over. His first thought at seeing them had been her. Her golden hair. Her cherry lips.
"Let me explain." Yumemi pulled at her top until she exposed a part of her bra. One that matched the print of his new undergarment. "There's this website and you can get matching undies as a couples' thing. So I thought…"
A pretty pink coated her cheeks in embarrassment rather than the happiness that had been there minutes prior. Her emerald eyes were downcast to watch the grass bend to the breeze.
"Matching, huh?"
"Yeah…"
Munto nuzzled her, a grin finding its way to his face.
"I think its a lovely idea."
So, why had, only a month later, Yumemi huddled herself against the doorframe of the bathroom, a fluffy robe wrapped tightly around her? Munto's White Day gift had been inspired by her idea of matching outfits.
On previous dates, he had humored her with matching scarves or shirts or entire outfits. The thought made her extremely happy and it never bothered him. He had been confused by her Valentine's gift as they'd be the only ones to know they matched, but he supposed that was the point. And it made her happy to find after dinner he had changed into the trunks she had given him.
"Did you find it too much?" Munto cocked his head at his flustered girlfriend of six years.
"When you said it was similar to what I got you last month… I thought something very different."
"I see. Does it not follow the holiday rules?" His question had been a cheeky one - he knew it very well did.
"It does..." She squirmed in her spot.
Her discomfort weighed on him.
"Do you want me to take it back?"
"No!" Fury snapped her eyes up to finally meet his own.
Okay…
He had done his best to drill into her head that should she feel any discomfort in any situation, she could simply tell him. He'd never criticize or hold it over her, but she wouldn't yield. She always wanted to attempt and see it through, her distress be damned.
Munto didn't want to press further but if he backed out, Yumemi would be offended.
"Would it help if I show you what I got to match?" Curiosity filled her gaze.
Her eyes trailed over his clothed body. Piece by piece she stripped him bare, her imagination taking over.
Yumemi wetted her lips with a flick of her tongue.
Golden eyes narrowed and a bit of fang peeked out as he smirked. Her anxiety had eased a bit.
Slowly, Munto began to remove his jacket, followed by his shirt. Her heated gaze followed as his long fingers unzipped his fly and shoved his pants down.
To match her white, fishnet teddy and collar, he had worn a similar pair of boxer briefs that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. He strained against the cheap fabric and the cool air that caressed him.
Yumemi bit her lip, failing miserably at hiding her smile.
"I told you we would match."
"So I see…" She approached, hands clutching her robe.
Munto gently pried one away to kiss her palm.
"I'm here to serve my queen."
"I'm not a queen," she giggled, fingers curling by his cheek as he continued to kiss down her wrist.
"Alright, princess then."
"And you're a king." Yumemi poked his cheek, smiling as she teased him.
"Not tonight I'm not." His seriousness quieted her. "Tonight, I am yours to do with as you please, Mistress."
Heart pounding, Yumemi's eyes danced across his face. His eyes had darkened to an amber, watching her with hooded lids and thick lashes. Soft lips pressed tenderly against her flesh. He could feel her racing pulse and couldn't help but tease the spot with his tongue.
Lust shadowed her bright emeralds. A thrumming began between her legs at the thought of him ever being submissive to her. The idea would usually offend her. Munto was a king and she'd never allow someone to even look at him with such disgrace. But, the thought of him kneeling before her in the low glow of his candlelit bedroom...
Yumemi shrugged her robe off and let it slip down to the floor. She reached out, cool hands splayed across his pecs. His heart thumped powerfully underneath her fingers.
Her fingers fell, tickling his skin as they made their way south and she cupped him in her hand.
"Maybe we can try to match each other next time?" A low purr erupted from his chest at the suggestion.
"If it pleases my love."
His words pleased her as she caressed his shaft with her forefinger.
"What else would you do to please me?" His head spun as her words blew against his throat.
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So, Yumemi's about 20 at this point if they officially began dating when she was 14-ish/beginning of HS - that's what I'm going for.
meundies has several undies with the cherry print I had in mind.
