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The Summer Vacation Finale

Hana woke before dawn. She was roused from sleep by the sensation of breath tickling her neck, and a hand squeezing her bare breast. She tensed, immediately remembering last night. I thought I dreamt that, she groaned inwardly. She had been so high on the feelings of the festival and so sleepy that she wasn't thinking straight. She'd really let Eijiro touch her breasts and press his erection down on her.

At first, she thought he was awake and that was why his hand was massaging her breast. But then she heard him snore, mumbling something in his sleep as he scooted closer to her. A smile touched her cheeks. You're so cute. And such a boy. Can't let go of my boob even in your sleep.

Eijiro… He was her hero. Her strong protector and valiant defender. Noble and chivalrous, completely focused on what he could do in the present moment to make people happy. To make her happy. Even last night, when he could have been a rampaging mess of teen boy hormones, when he could have been selfish and pushy… She felt him watching her, gauging her reactions and trying hard not to do too much too fast, even if he wanted to. Stupid boy, she thought. Don't you know that acting like that only makes me want you more?

"Hana…" he mumbled against her neck.

She froze, as his hand traveled down her stomach and up to her hip bone.

"Mm…" he breathed against her hair, then stroked her bare thigh with his knuckles. "I didn't dream it this time."

This time? Her heart fluttered.

His fingers danced across her skin, outlining the shape of her, softly charting every inch of the terrain. She held perfectly still as he feathered gently over her breasts, lingering momentarily on her nipple before shifting away.

He's resisting the urge to feel me up, isn't he? She almost laughed.

"So beautiful…" he muttered, as he kissed her shoulder.

For a long time he simply stroked her skin and snuggled up against her, chest warm on her back. It was serene and lovely, the best morning of her entire life. She pretended to sleep as her boyfriend doted on her.

"Mm… I wish I could lay here forever," he sighed. "But I gotta pee."

Hana withheld a snort of laughter.

He sat up, carefully, moving as slowly as possible to avoid waking her. He even moved his pillow so it would feel like she still had him pressed up against her back. Then, he planted a tender kiss on her forehead before tiptoeing out of the bedroom.

Hana laid there, smiling blissfully at his simple acts of love.

She heard the toilet flush, then him brushing his teeth, and finally the sound of the shower turning on. That's right, she remembered. He had wanted to shower last night but I didn't let him.

Eijiro… Her lower abdomen ached in loneliness when she thought about him stripping out of his shorts and boxers and stepping into the water. Eijiro…

What's stopping you, Hana? she asked herself. Shame? Fear?

She didn't know. The more time she spent in his arms and with her tongue wrapped around his, the less sense it made. She wasn't religious and didn't have any value specifically stopping her from doing it. It was just… the thought of being that vulnerable with someone… It made her feel nauseous and dizzy. And yet… she remembered Eijiro's whispered confessions, all the things he wanted to do with her. Everything… All the way… I want to know if I make you wet.

You do, dummy, she thought. All the time, when I'm awake at night with purple hair, thinking about you.

The sound of the shower was white noise in the background, lingering on the edge of her thoughts.

It's our last day here, she realized. Then it would be back to summer camp and school, dorm rooms, and curfews. This was the only time they'd be able to be alone together like this for who knew how long.

So, what's stopping you, Hana?

She pushed the blanket off of her.

The only time when they wouldn't have to worry about friends through the dorm room walls, or getting caught by teachers. Didn't have to think about parents being nosy or time looming over them.

So, what are you going to do about it, Hana?

She remembered the conversation she'd had with Shibuya, not long before summer break started. "You're both physically attracted to each other and want to take your relationship to the next level, right?" That was back when she had little to no experience managing her growing sexual feelings toward Eijiro. But things were different now. She'd learned to open up, to be honest about what she wanted.

She stood up and shivered in the cool morning air.

This vacation was special. They'd broken down massive barriers in their relationship. She'd learned how to tell him how she felt, how much she loved him, and that she wanted him in every way.

So…

Her body shook as she reached for the bedroom door and tiptoed on the tatami mats toward the bathroom.

What do you want, Hana?

She opened it silently and dissolved into the hot steam that welcomed her inside. The door slid shut behind her.

Look at me, Hana, and tell me what you want.

She looked at her foggy reflection in the mirror. Blushing cheeks and pink and purple hair. Naked but for the silky red panties she wore.

"I know what I want," she mouthed to her reflection, silently. Her reflection nodded back.

Eijiro didn't hear her. He didn't know that she'd snuck into the bathroom with him. His eyes were closed and shampoo bubbling in his hair as she silently moved the curtain. He tilted his head back and let the water run down his face and hair, washing away soap and hair gel all in one. He didn't hear her step in behind him or feel her eyes capturing this moment and the sight of him with his wet hair down, his naked back slick with water and suds.

Hana swallowed, her body shaking as she looked at him. What if I scare him? It was too late. She was already in the shower, her feet wet and the excess spray soaking her front.

I know what I want, she reminded herself.

"Eijiro…" she said, softly. "I'm in here with you."

He froze, jerking at the sound of her voice.

"D-Don't turn around," she commanded. "Don't look at me."

"Hana… What are you doing in here?"

She didn't answer with words. Instead, she stepped forward and touched him. Her hands slid down his wet back, spread out across his hips and sides.

"Hana…" he breathed.

"Sh," she commanded. "Nothing embarrassing. I'll leave."

He nodded, remaining silent as she moved even closer. She felt the whole-body shudder that shook him when she pressed her breasts against his back. Her hands drifted around to his front. Up his stomach and across his chest. Her lips slid across his wet shoulders.

"I'm not the kind of person who never knows what she wants," Hana said, quietly, and she wasn't sure if it was to him, or to herself. "I'm stubborn and I like to deny it, but… I always know exactly what I want, Eijiro."

He let out a nervous breath. "What do you want, Hana?"

She pressed her lips softly against his neck. "You, Eijiro. I want you." And as soon as the words left her lips, she sank her teeth into his shoulder, which she had already started to deduce, was something he really liked. Sure enough, he let out a hitched breath and put his hand on the shower wall as if to steady himself.

"Like… how much of me do you want?" he asked.

"You know I'm not going to answer that," she said, and she hoped her voice sounded as low and sultry as she wanted it to.

"But, I need to know so I can…"

"Sh, I said be quiet." She bit him again, this time sucking on his skin for a little extra stimulation. Meanwhile, her hands slid down his chest and stomach, then lower still. She hesitated when she felt short hair, and the violent jerk of his stomach as she dipped into this new territory.

Be bold, Hana, she coached herself. Show him what you want.

So, she slid her hands lower, until her fingers connected with the base of something. That was almost enough to make her stop, right there. She was suddenly appalled by what she was doing, what she was touching. But then… he moaned, loud and excited. "Y-You can touch it, Hana," he said, voice dripping with desire. "Touch it all you want."

That was all she needed to dismantle her moment of doubt. She let out a long breath, then slid her fingers up, along the length of the strange organ. It was soft, silky even, skin that moved easily over thick, twitching muscle. When she touched the underside of the oddly shaped tip of it, he put both hands on the wall, nearly buckling as another moan escaped him.

He's even more excited than he was last night or the night before. I like that.

She didn't know what she was doing or what felt good to him, so she fumbled around a bit. Her hands stroked up and down the length of it until she thought it might feel better for him if she moved the skin along the muscle. She gripped a little tighter and pumped up and down, driven only by the texture of the organ and the desire to bring him pleasure.

"Hana, that feels so good," he panted. "Fuck, that's so hot…"

"Eijiro!" she gasped. "I've never heard you use that kind of language!"

"I'm sorry but…" he thrust forward with his hips, driving himself against her hands, "I'm so turned on now."

I am too, she realized. Her nipples were hard and she could feel the uncomfortable ache of her opening, throbbing in desperation for him.

"You said… if we go too far, you won't be able to turn back, right?" she asked, as she continued to stroke and pump him.

"Y-Yeah…" he panted.

"Is that how you feel now?" she asked. "Like you need to… finish?"

He gave a shuddering moan. "I don't want to… embarrass you," he answered. "Or make you run away."

"I'm not running away," she promised. "You can do it," she added, quietly. "I… want you to."

He was practically whimpering now. "H-Hana…"

She thought he could use a little bit of extra encouragement, so she brought her lips to his ear and tugged on the lobe with her teeth while she continued her ministrations.

"Fuck," he gasped, then cried out as pleasure wracked his body. She felt all of his muscles tighten, then the strange sensation of him pulsing in her hands. She inhaled sharply when she felt something drip between her fingers—something too thick to be water from the shower.

That happened fast, she thought. She'd barely started touching him. He… really liked it.

"Are you okay?" She asked as she released him. He was still leaning forward, hands on the shower wall, head down and lungs heaving.

"Hana…" he said, voice a rasp.

"Yeah?" she said, nervously. Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt him?

Suddenly, he turned toward her. She gasped but didn't have time to voice her protests before he was pushing her back against the shower wall, pinning her there with his hands.

"I-I told you not to look—" but her sentence was cut off with his mouth, roughly crushing against hers. A violent surge of pleasure shot through her when his tongue pushed past her lips and one of his hands dropped to her breast.

"That was so hot, Hana," he growled against her neck.

"O-Okay, but I told you not to—"

He interrupted her again with his mouth. This time, his other hand dropped too and he rubbed circles around her nipples with his thumbs, eliciting small gasps of pleasure from her. She was starting to feel so much desire between her legs that it was nearly painful. She felt like the smallest touch could undo her, or even the right word or breath.

He leaned back to look at her, completely ignoring her half-hearted protests. His eyes devoured the sight of her breasts and pert nipples, then lower, to the silk panties she still wore. "Why did you get in the shower with underwear on?" He asked, thumbs drifting to her hip bones.

"I-I don't know…" she tried to look away but found her attention drawn low on his torso, down below his tight abdomen. "I'm embarrassed. I didn't want you to see me…" She said this, even as she took in the sight of him. The short patch of black hair surprised her until she realized that of course he wouldn't dye that. Then lower still, to the partially erect organ there. He already finished, she thought, so why is he still touching me? Isn't it over now?

"That's not fair," he pointed out, toying with the band of the water-soaked panties. "You saw me, and touched me, and made me come." She shuddered at the word. "But what about you, Hana? Don't you want to feel good too?"

I do, she almost moaned. Instead, she shook her head briskly. "T-That's okay. I just… wanted to do something nice for you because I've been teasing you so much." Liar, she thought to herself. You want him. Why can't you just say it?

"You… don't want me to touch you here?" He cheated by brushing her sex through the fabric when he asked the question. She could see the deviousness in his eyes.

"W-Why are you being so insistent?" She was squirming. "You're done, so you shouldn't care about making me feel good now."

His expression was perplexed, for a moment losing the sexual intent there. "Because I love you, Hana," he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "And it's not right to be the only one having fun. That sounds pretty selfish and not very manly. Besides… you're still so sexy that I can't stand it."

She blushed and looked away. "You really want to?" she asked, ashamed of the hopefulness in her tone.

"Only if you want me to," he said seriously. "You have to say it."

"I-I don't want to say it," she said, horrified.

"Can I give you some encouragement?" He grinned, before lowering his face to her neck to lick her skin. His hands found her breasts again, fingers rolling her nipples in the spray of the shower. Most of the water was hitting his back, but the mist still soaked her body, adding the intoxicating sensation of wetness to his motions.

"Eijiro…" she moaned her complaint, then watched in awestruck yearning as he dropped his head lower, between her breasts. "What are you doing?"

He parted his lips, and she could tell he wanted to draw her nipple into his mouth and suck. But then he snapped his teeth shut, an expression of frustration settling on his features. His sharp teeth, she realized. He can't do what he wants to. She let out a quiet sigh. Maybe that was enough to make him stop. And even though she had insisted that she wanted him to stop, she still felt an embarrassing pang of disappointment at the thought.

Eijiro wasn't the type to lose his enthusiasm though. If things were tough or not going his way, he just adjusted his approach so he could bulldozer on. So, instead of sucking, he held her breast up, slid his tongue out, and licked her nipple, repeating some of the motions he'd made with his thumbs.

"Mn!" She let out the most embarrassing sound she'd ever made, and she'd uttered some embarrassing sounds around him before.

Encouraged by this response, he experimented with new motions. Quicker licks with a wider expanse, circles, careful kisses that prevented his teeth from brushing the delicate area. Then he moved to her other breast too.

"Tell me what you want, Hana," he said, breath against her nipple. "If you really want me to stop, I will. But if you want something else… you just have to say it."

She was melting. Her entire body a charged puddle of molten rock and electricity. Her desire was overpowering her embarrassment, trampling on self-doubt. She ran her fingers through his wet hair. "I want you to take my panties off and touch me," she admitted, even though the words went against the fibers of her entire being. At the moment, her longing was stronger than her shame. "I want it so bad."

He looked up at her with wide, hungry eyes. She wasn't imagining it. When she glanced down she could see his strange member starting to get stiff again, if ever so slightly. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked with a smile.

Then, he tugged on her panties, sliding the wet fabric over her rear and down to her knees. He dropped them, and she stepped out and kicked them to the corner of the shower. Now, she stood completely naked in front of her boyfriend, heart pounding and body screaming with lust.

"You're so—"

"Don't say it," she whispered. "Just touch me."

He nodded, then kissed her lips as his fingers carefully brushed against the foreign terrain. She whimpered into his mouth, then instinctively parted her thighs to give him more access. He dipped lower down, the pad of his finger slipping through her folds and across her opening. She was suddenly gripping his arms and digging her nails into his biceps as the pleasure swelled.

"Whoa…" he said, voice husky again. "So slippery and wet… and hot."

She cupped her hand harshly over his mouth. "Stop talking or I'm done," she said, even though she was panting with pleasure.

The amusement in his eyes said that he didn't believe her, but he nodded anyway. She dropped her hand back to his arm and squeezed, then closed her eyes and tilted her head back against the shower wall as he continued to touch her.

His fingers slid back and forth, instinctively slicking her sex with her juices. Every time he brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves there, her breathing hitched and she bit down on her lip, trying to fight a losing battle as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. She knew he was staring at her face, watching her reactions carefully as he moved. He seemed to learn quickly that the bud he could feel nestled in her folds was the button controlling her euphoria. But that wasn't the only thing aching for him. Her opening felt like it was almost sore from the need to feel more of him. From the need to feel him inside.

"Eijiro," she pleaded, "can you… please t-touch me inside… just a little? N-Not deep, just… I'm sorry…" What am I saying?! She was going to regret this later, she knew it, but at the moment, it was all she wanted. All she needed.

He didn't say anything, but his hand shifted. She dug her nails in harder as one of his fingers tested her opening. He carefully, slowly dipped the tip of his finger inside, making her cry out in pleasure at the new, welcome sensation.

"It's so tight," he commented, as he delved slightly deeper.

"Eijiro, why can't you ever shut up?" she whimpered.

"Sorry," he said unapologetically, as he retracted his finger to touch her bundle of nerves before sliding it back inside. "I was just thinking that if my finger can barely fit, it's hard to imagine what it will feel like to really be inside of you."

"H-Hey!" She wanted to yell at him for saying the absolute worst, most embarrassing thing, but… the words were so deliciously exciting that she couldn't take it anymore. She pulled him hard against her and let out a series of whimpering moans as she spiraled harshly into the abyss of pleasure. He left her panting, rasping for breath, body completely unraveled and as loose as the yarn from her hair.

He stared at her with narrowed eyes, trying to read what had just happened.

"Y-You can stop now," she removed her nails from his skin. "I… I'm done."

"Wait, was I bad at it? Are you okay?"

She pushed hair away from her wet brow. "No, that was good. Y-You did it, Eijiro."

"I made you come?" he asked, pride and excitement pouring from his words. "Seriously? On my first try?"

She put her face in her hands. "I hate you…" she groaned.

"No, you don't," he grinned. "You like me so much that I barely had to touch you before you—"

She shoved him. "You're one to talk!" she snapped. "You lasted like ten seconds!"

That did the trick. He looked away with an adorable pout, cheeks coloring slightly. "W-Well yeah," he defended. "No one's ever touched me there, so…"

She giggled at his expression, her body already starting to feel light and airy. But, she was also getting lightheaded from the steam of the shower, and her toes felt wrinkly. "Come on, Eijiro. Let's get out."

He turned the shower off and followed her out onto the mat, where she was already drying her hair. "Ugh," she groaned. "I should have cut it first."

"Why don't you just cut it now?" he asked, before flicking water everywhere like a dog.

"Because then I'll just make wet fabric and that's gross," she said. "Duh."

"Here, I'll help dry it off." He took both of their towels and set to work wringing the water from her hair. Thankfully, she had never stepped directly into the shower water, so she wasn't drenched.

He stepped back to admire his work, but his gaze swept down over her entire body, nestling between her thighs before working back up to her breasts.

"Stop staring at me," she huffed, looking away. "It's rude. Haven't I taught you manners, student?"

"Sorry," he said, again lacking any sincerity now that they'd passed the boundaries of shame. "Do you want to eat breakfast now?" he asked, turning away from her to check his roots in the mirror. His black hair was starting to grow out.

"No…" she said, so quietly that he didn't hear her. He looked up at her through the mirror.

"Did you say 'no?'" he asked, expression confused.

She closed her eyes, then wrapped her arms around him once more, like she had in the shower. And, like in the shower, her hands found him again, still slightly erect.

"Hana?" he asked, as he clutched the counter tightly.

"You still want me, right? You want more?"

He swallowed hard and she felt him twitch in her hands. "I… I mean, yeah… Touching you got me pretty excited again, but…" he shuddered. "I figured we were done for today."

Hana gave a squeeze. She could see herself in the mirror, touching him. It was surreal, watching her hands bringing him to full attention, watching the look of sheer ecstasy evolve on his face. "I'm ready, Eijiro," she whispered.

"Ready?" he repeated. "For… what?"

"Don't make me say it," she sighed.

"You want to do it?" he asked, wetting his lips. "You want to go all the way?"

"Home run," she teased. "Bet Kaminari can't beat that."

"Wait, are you for real, Hana?" He turned around and looked at her, his eyes wide. "Like right now? You want to have sex? Here? Our first time?"

She blushed. "Y-You were the one begging me for it for the past two days and now you seem surprised?"

"I just want to make sure that's what you really want," he said, but she could tell from his face that he wanted it, desperately. "We already touched each other, so that's good enough for now if you—"

"Eijiro…" she leaned up to kiss him, softly. "When's the next time we'll be alone like this? At least here and now, I don't have to be embarrassed about my friends in the room next door or worried about a teacher finding us. Right now, right here… we can just focus on each other."

He closed his eyes in bliss at her words. "Okay," he said. "Hell yes!"

Except now that she said the words, she didn't know what to do or how to start. "We should… probably in my room…"

"Yeah, you're right." He was embarrassed too. "I should get a… you know."

She giggled softly. "Just… don't get a weird one. No flavors or ribs or anything like that. Just… like a regular one."

"Y-Yeah, of course," he said. "I'll meet you in there." He pressed a swift kiss on her lips and then walked naked from the bathroom, gripping himself as he went.

Hana took several, deep breaths. Are you sure about this? she asked her reflection. It nodded back. Okay, then… Just don't make it awkward. It's fine. It's just losing your virginity in your boyfriend's parent's cabin on summer break. No biggie. She almost backed out right then and there, but… she remembered the way Eijiro had wanted to touch her, even though he was finished. The way he'd told her he loved her, like it was so simple and absolute.

That was all that mattered. They loved each other. It didn't have to be more than that. They loved and wanted each other, and that was okay.

With resolve, she went to her room. She pushed the blankets to the side and fluffed the pillows, heart in her throat. She could hear him unzipping his suitcase across the hall, and this made new flutters of pleasure erupt inside of her.

We're doing this, she thought. We're really doing this.

She didn't know if she should lay down yet, or wait for him. Or maybe he wanted to be the one laying down? No, there was no way she could do that during their first time. That would be so embarrassing to be the one on top with him looking up at her. To be the one in control like that. It made her feel all kinds of weird. No… the first time had to be the other way around.

She was so nervous that she just kept fluffing the pillows and straightening the pillowcases. She flipped one over and ran her hand over it to smooth the fabric out, and was surprised when her fingers snagged on holes in the pillowcase. A bead of sweat formed on her forehead when she saw the shark-toothed bite mark there. "Um… Eijiro?"

"I can explain!" He was already standing in the doorway, a condom in hand.

"Do you like… chew stuff when you sleep?" she asked, weirded out.

"No! No, I…" he let out a huff of air and then looked at the ceiling, his expression seeming to say 'screw it, everything's out in the open anyway.' "I was masturbating a couple of nights ago and thinking about you and I sort of bit my pillow."

"Y-You were… what?" Her face blazed pink.

"You asked," he pointed out. "It was after we laid together by the river. It was just so sexy to have you sitting on me like that, so I… couldn't help it."

A fresh wave of heat built up in her lower abdomen. "O-Oh…" she swallowed hard. "I see." He was really touching himself across the hall from me? Thinking about me? The thought was… incredibly erotic. "Do you… touch yourself a lot?"

"I'm a guy, so… yeah. Pretty much every day?"

She put her face in her hands. "That's so much!"

"You asked!"

She looked at him through her fingers. "And um… you think about me a lot?"

"Yep," he said, proudly. "I don't watch porn or anything. Dad says it objectifies women and real men would never do that, so I only have my imagination, and I've never been with anyone else, so… it's mostly you."

This admission made her want to yank him down and let him take her that instant. He had been touching himself almost daily, and with thoughts of her? "Eijiro, come here," she commanded.

He obeyed, stepping closer to where she was kneeling by the pillows.

"Give me the condom," she said.

"You sure?" he asked. "I know how to put them on. I saw a demonstration once. On a toy, not like a real thing. And I… honestly, I tried one on a while back, too, just to see how it felt. It wasn't bad, actually. I wore it the whole time until I came and I could pretty much feel everything."

"That is way TMI," she snapped. "And this time I didn't ask!"

"Sorry…" he scratched the back of his head nervously as he handed her the package.

She tore it open, neglecting to tell him that she'd also learned how to put them on. Not through some dumb sex-ed class, of course. She'd known it was a matter of time before things escalated. She wanted to be prepared. She liked being prepared for things, especially regarding her often unpredictable boyfriend. It was like his mom had said. She was always planning, far in advance.

So, she'd gone to visit Rika Fujinari, the female school doctor who specialized in women's healthcare. It was embarrassing, but not horrible since she was committed to privacy. They talked about her options, safety, consent, and health. Aaand, she'd shown her how to put on a condom.

She took the condom out and took a deep breath. Eijiro was standing in front of her, and he wasn't partially erect anymore. He was fully there, veins bulging and skin stretched tautly. It was totally different to be on this level with him, seeing it up close. It was arousing and also, in the weirdest way, endearing.

This is Eijiro, she thought, warmly. This is what my Eijiro looks like, this is his rawest, most beautiful form.

These happy thoughts helped curb her nervousness. She set to work, carefully unrolling the condom along his length, leaving some space at the tip like she'd been taught. She glanced up to see him looking at her with an expression so desperate that it looked close to pain.

He wants me so badly. I want him too.

"Come here," she demanded again, as she laid on her back.

He crouched down and propped himself up over her. Now, his face looked nervous… almost scared.

"What's wrong?" she asked, cupping his face. "I thought you were excited for this."

"Of course I am," he said, immediately. "But I'm… What if you don't like it? What if I hurt you or do a bad job? What if you don't ever want to do it again? I-I don't know if I could take that. Going all the way and then never getting to share that with you again."

"It always surprises me how insecure you are, Eijiro." Her voice was soft. "I'm not going anywhere. I want this."

He nodded, swallowing nervously as he positioned himself over her.

"Are you ready, Hana?" he asked, breathlessly.

She nodded, then reached down to touch him and guide him to her entrance. "Gently, please. At least this time."

"Okay," he agreed. "I'll try. But you have to communicate with me. If you don't like it, promise you'll tell me."

"I promise," she said, gently. Then she kissed him, slow and warm, encouragingly. "Come on, second-year. Make love to me."

He buried his face against her damp hair and then pressed slowly inside. She gasped, automatically gripping onto his back as intense pressure built inside of her. She felt herself stretching, forced to accept the biggest thing she'd ever allowed into this delicate part of her. "Careful," she whispered.

"I'm trying, Hana, but you're so tight…"

"Is… that bad?" she asked.

"No, no it's good. It's really good. Just, hard to move without hurting you."

She clamped her teeth hard as he pushed in and then pulled slowly back. Thankfully, there was both lubrication from the condom, along with the slick juices from their earlier shower adventure. It made the assimilation easier and quicker. After only a few shallow thrusts, her walls started to draw him in, a wet suction pulling him ever deeper, ever further inside.

It took some trial and error, but after a few minutes, he was fully immersed inside of her. It felt so good, so right. As if they were made for this.

"Do you like it, Hana?" he asked, his body trembling.

He needs me to talk to him. He needs me to guide him through this.

"Yes," she assured him. "You feel amazing, Eijiro."

Her praise spurred him on.

"I'm happy," he breathed against her neck. "I'm so happy, Hana."

"Me too," she admitted. "You… you can start moving more now, just s-slowly."

He obeyed, all too eagerly taking her direction.

It was intense when he finally found a steady rhythm, one that didn't push her too far. The rocking of his hips, his panting next to her ear, and then teeth on the already abused pillowcase. She ran her nails down his back, harshly, as the intensity continued to build. She felt like he was hitting her in deep places that she never knew existed. Places that were as excited to be stimulated as they were unnerved.

"H-Hana… I need… can I go faster, please? I'm so close…"

"Yeah," she said. "It's okay." She kissed his neck and tangled her hands in his long hair. "You can finish."

"A-Are you gonna be mad if I do it inside?" he asked, heaving for breath, his hips starting to quiver.

"You're wearing a condom, dummy. It's fine."

"Yeah, but… Just in case, I thought I should ask."

She wrapped her legs around his hips, scratched his back, and whispered into his ear. "You can come inside of me, Eijiro Kirishima. I want you to."

"H-Hana…" He cried out, suddenly gripping her body and pressing deeper into her than before. "Mn…" He gripped her hair and pulled, his actions primal, motivated by the sudden and overwhelming pleasure he felt. He wanted to bite her, but he went for the pillow instead, crying out into the cotton as he rushed toward his finish.

Hana dug her nails sharply into his back and cried out in pleasure and in discomfort simultaneously. He was fast and deep now, and when she'd lifted her legs it had created an angle that made him penetrate her differently, stretching her even more. It was almost too much to take. But she didn't want him to stop. Not when he was like this, so overpowered by his pleasure, moaning desperately against the pillow, his hands rough and urgent on her skin.

He held his breath, then released it in huge exhales that matched the pace of the final, deep thrusts. His grunts and moans devolved into whimpers, and his grip on her loosened. For a long time, he didn't move. He stayed there, rocking slightly inside of her as the pleasure tapered off.

"Eijiro," she whispered. "It kind of hurts now."

He pulled out immediately, causing her to hiss in surprise when her insides seemed to snap shut in his wake.

"I'm sorry," he breathed, heavily. "I'm so sorry, Hana. I told you you'd hate it. I knew I was gonna do a bad job, I was really trying, but in the end, it felt too good, and I kept thinking about how happy I was to be inside of you, the girl I love, and I just…"

"It's okay." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Eijiro, it was perfect. I can't imagine a better first time."

"But I hurt you," he said. "I acted like a boy, not a man."

"Stop it." She poked his cheek. "I'm not hurt. Look," she gestured down. "I'm not even bleeding. So, please… You were so kind to me. You're the best man I've ever known."

"You mean that?" he asked.

"Yes." She cupped his face and kissed him. "That was awesome," she said, using an Eijiro-style phrase.

"Yeah. Man… best morning of my entire life." He flopped onto his back. "I could die happy, right now." He grimaced. "Well, once I get this condom off."

She giggled, then stood and took his hand. "Let's get cleaned up before your parents get back."

He nodded. "Can I ask you a favor, Hana?"

"Anything," she said, seriously.

"Can you… make a new pillowcase from your hair? I don't want to have to explain that to my mom."

She laughed out loud. "It's kind of hot that you do that, you know," she winked. "At least I can tell when you're into it. And with me, you'll never have to buy new pillowcases, sharkboy!"

He grinned back at her, displaying those pointy teeth. "You know what's hot, Hana? When your hair turns purple. Like your whole entire head of hair. That's how I know you're into it. But I was wondering. Does your hair down there turn colors too, or just the hair on your head?"

"I shave the hair down there, so that doesn't matter!" she snapped.

"Aw, come on! Just answer the question!"

"No," she huffed. "And if we're talking about hair down there," she raised an eyebrow at him. Why do you go so far as to dye your eyebrows but not your pubic hair?"

He blushed. "W-Well people don't usually see down there, so…"

She rolled her eyes.

"Wait, can I ask you one more question?"

"Is it embarrassing?"

"Probably."

"Fine," she sighed.

"Did you like it? My, um… thing, I mean. My—"

"I already know what you mean!" She interrupted quickly.

"Okay, but did you? Do you think it's good? Do you think it's big?"

"Oh my god, Eijiro, you're such a boy."

"Come on, just answer the question!"

"It's… great, I guess." She blushed. "Seems… big to me… but um, I haven't like… seen them before, so…"

"But it's big, right?" He beamed.

She laughed and gave him a shove. "Come on, you big man. I need to take a real shower this time."

He nodded and trailed after her, smiling brightly as he did.

It wasn't exactly how she'd imagined her summer vacation going, but… It ended up being the sweetest, most memorable summer of her entire life. From fireflies to learning to communicate and sharing bodies. Hana was more certain than ever that she and Eijiro would never be apart.

I love you, she thought as she looked into his eyes. He smiled back, then communicated silently in response.

And I love you.

A/N: The next six chapters are pretty much just smut and fluff before we get into a deeper plot. Hopefully, you enjoy the humor and sexy exploration. Tell me your thoughts on developments so far, now that these two are finally getting serious!