SHIRO ii

The logic behind his sudden request was unclear. Before she could process the weight of this action, it's aftermath on their friendship with him, she'd said yes. The laying next to one another, the snuggling and the holding of hands were normal. They'd always been a part of her comfort repertoire but kissing had never been on the menu.

Each of his movements were purposeful. With an affectionate hand on her shoulder, he guided her so that she could finally lie face to face. Before he'd acquainted her lips with his own, he tucked her hair behind her ear and though there was but a subtle light, she could see him lick his lips in preparation. Pressing his plush lips against hers, he caressed the side of her face as their noses brushed against one another with each tilt of the head.

He was so gentle in his kiss, that she had to beg her heart not to associate meaning to this moment.

This was the kiss of a lonely man. This was a kiss meant for someone else.

That was what she told herself and she began to wonder if she'd been taking advantage of his vulnerability.

Had he not felt so dejected, would he be sharing such a cavity inducing kiss with her? With his eye closed, had he replaced Junko's face and imagined that he'd been kissing hers instead?

"Junko." he whispered against her lips.

Her ears perked.

With an air of hesitation, he parted from her lips but he continued to caress her cheek.

"Junko, were you being serious when you said you'd reject me?"

"Huh?"

"Even if I told you how much I like you, could you really shut me down?"

She frowned and attempted to shove him away but his hard body was unmoved. "Geez, Nishikiyama-kun. What's this all of a sudden? You must really be drunk."

"I'm not. Why don't you answer me?"

She fell silent and his tongue clicked in annoyance as he folded an arm over his chest.

"There you go clamming up right when it matters most. C'mon, why don't you spit it out already." his tone was banterous enough but she could tell that he was serious.

"How cruel, Nishikiyama-kun."

"Cruel?"

"Both you and I know that you're in love with Yumi. What gives you the right to play around with my feelings like this?"

His body seemed to stiffen and with the sparse light, she saw his eyes widen. For a moment, a very brief moment, she couldn't read him.

"What are you- Yumi? Really?" he said and she could hear him biting back laughter. "All the time I spend with you and you still think that I'm in love with Yumi?"

"Well, aren't you?"

There was a deliberate pause before he mumbled, "Who knows…."

But surely, he'd known. She thought. Was he only attempting to spare her feelings? Was it even possible to be in love with two people at the same time? She was unconvinced.

Her inner monologue began to resemble that of a TV drama but this was not fiction, this was her life.

He rested onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, "You know something… The girls I meet these days all wind up on some imaginary yard stick in my head and it seems like nobody can measure up. Not even Yumi. I didn't realize until recently that… Somehow, I end up comparing any girl I date to you."

She were beginning to feel like she couldn't breathe. Just what was he saying? Why was he saying it?

"I figured it out now, I think. I've been looking for someone specific but never in the right places. I don't know if I was too dumb or too scared or maybe just too pathetic to admit it but it took you dating that dickhead, Satoru for me get it."

"You really hated Satoru-kun."

"I can admit now that I was jealous, I guess… But he was a jackass. None of us liked him. Mm, but I guess he was the jackass that forced me to confront my feelings head on. I can't say how happy I was when you dumped his ass but in the end, you only dated him to move on from me. Didn't you?"

She was at a loss. Every single word was true. In hindsight, it was clear that the entire group kind of hated having him around. The others were polite about it but Nishikiyama was never one to mince words. She had never guessed in a million years that he was a jerk out of jealousy. Satoru was… unlikeable to say the least. A little too big for his britches as the old folks say. Even so, she had to admit, she wrongly used him in an attempt to distract herself and move on from her crush on her childhood friend.

"Nishikiyama-kun."

"Akira… Even after I realized all that, I wasn't sure what to do. I guess I didn't want to ruin what we have by going after you." he said in a small voice that would grow momentum as he'd go along. "But, Junko, how long can the two of us continue to go out on pointless dates and have pointless hookups with pointless people just to avoid our real feelings? At this point, I think my feelings are too strong to ignore anymore. I'll be damned if I let another Satoru come around and snatch you away. I couldn't take it… You really are my safe place, Junko."

Her closest friend and first love had just confessed mutual feelings toward her and there was too much flying around her mind to unpack. She was so happy that she could cry but the reality was, even with a romantic interest in her, he was still her best friend. He'd tease her mercilessly.

Turning to his side, he'd thumbed her cheekbone and whispered in a voice that was so deliciously low with his lips so dangerously close. "Now that you know how I feel, you'll know what this means… I'm gonna kiss you now. If you don't want me, push me away and I'll stop."

He didn't waste one second following through, she gasped and he slid his tongue into her mouth for the very first time. His large hand tangled itself into her hair, pulling her in closer and she welcomed him to explore even deeper. After a gentle nibble of her bottom lip, she moaned into his mouth and she could feel his lips curl into a smile.

Suddenly, the comforter that'd acted as a barricade for the two of them was tossed out of reach. Nishikiyama propped himself up with the arm pressed against the futon, scooping that hand between her cheek and the pillow. Then hugged her body flush against him, his hand squeezing at the small of her back.

"Touch me, Junko." he whispered, carefully placing her much smaller hand onto his bare chest.

She'd seen the koi on his back millions of times before. She'd watched the sweat rolling between the pecks of his muscular chest. She'd touched the tanned flesh outlining his well defined abdomen. But it never felt anything like this.

Her hand shook as it hesitantly navigated his torso, down his abs then snaked up his back, to his taut arms until it made itself at home in the silk of his hair. Her touch was innocent enough but when coupled with a kiss like this, all sorts of signals sparked in his body and it wouldn't take long for his cock to announce its presence.

"Oh," he said, taking a break from kissing to slide his hips back. "Sorry."

"Why'd you move?"

"H-Huh? I didn't want it to bother you."

"It doesn't." she said, gliding her hand down his back again, encouraging him to get closer.

Following her lead, he pressed against her and a small moan escaped him.

She wanted to hear more.

"Is it okay if I touch it?" she asked.

The friend in him wanted to give her a hard time and tease her timidness but the man in him desired her touch. She could hear him gulp as he took her hand and guided it down to his fabric protected erection. She gave him a light squeeze and he hissed, trying not to let out his pleasured moans.

When Nishikiyama started kissing her again, it was hungrier, messier than before and he'd begun unconsciously grinding into her palm. She held onto him tighter, slowly stroking him through his pants. His breathing became thick and uneven. He broke the kiss to rest his forehead against her shoulder, gritting his teeth. It was all too much and yet not nearly enough. He licked his lips and grabbed her hand, this time sliding it beneath his waistband.

She squeezed her eyes shut, muting all of her senses to focus on touch, picturing what she was holding. His dick twitched excitedly upon direct contact. She rolled her thumb across the head, coating it with his precum. She slid her fingers along his cut length, noting the upward curve just above the hairy base and stroked him slowly.

He tried his best to keep his voice down but she was making him feel too good. His moaning became more and more audible with every other stroke until he'd felt he had no choice but to muffle himself with her lips.

"You know," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. "You can touch me, too."

Her voice momentarily put him in a trance. So seductive, it hypnotized him. If she'd asked him for anything like this, he'd give it to her. His wallet, it's her. A secret, he'd spill it.

He grabbed a handful of her breast over her shirt and his cock twitched like mad in her hand. If she wasn't so damn turned on, she might've been able to giggle at his haste.

Once he'd gotten enough, he palmed her ass. There was something so greedy in the way he squeezed. It made her wonder if he'd fantasized about feeling her up like this. Was touching her a dream that finally came true like it was for her? He roughly snatched at the band of her shorts and the air kissed her hip.

There was an eagerness in his fingertips that'd been stifled by nerves when they began to slowly creep beneath the fabric, reaching past her mound. Her arousal immediately coated his fingers, easily allowing him to slip between her lips. He immediately stopped kissing her.

"No way." he said.

Had she been with someone else, those words may have frightened her but she'd known him. He was delighted. Absolutely thrilled to feel just how wet she'd gotten for him.

Him.

"Oh man." he said, removing his hand to rub his slick fingers together. "This is bad. You're just trying to drive me crazy, aren't you?"

No sooner had those words escaped his lips did he have her on her back, pinned down beneath him.

"I've gotta get a taste of that." he whispered, hastily helping her out of her clothes. "Hm, oh, one sec."

A chill passed over her naked body as he lifted himself off the futon. She couldn't see him much but she could hear his bare feet brush against the tatami. There was a rattle of metal followed by the clunky sound of wood sliding against itself. A cool light illuminated the room through the window he'd just opened and she could finally see him.

He returned to her, kneeling between her legs and when her eyes met, her heart stopped. His brown eyes were glistening beneath heavy lids and thick lashes. His signature smirk crept onto his lips as he spread her legs for him.

"So this is what you really look like." he said, leaning down and pressing breathy kisses all over her. "It's a thousand times better than I imagined."

He'd started at her neck and worked his way down to her navel. When he reached her pelvis, he kissed everything except what she wanted him to. Instead, he'd spent an insane amount of time worshipping her legs with licks and kisses until she was writhing beneath him, impatient for his touch. He lowered her legs, keeping them generously bent as he lowered himself to his belly until his lips were aligned with hers. He smiled his charming, boyish smile as he combed back his hair with his fingertips but there was nothing innocent about what he would do to her now.

Over years of meeting the city girls he'd invite out with her and the others on nights out on the town, she gathered from one too many drunken gal restroom visits that Nishikiyama had quite the silver tongue. It was never something she wanted to hear but it certainly helped on the lonely nights that she'd found herself fantasizing about him. Her fantasies had been doing his skill a disservice. She never could've imagined this. He was doing things with his mouth that she'd never even heard of and he moaned against her like he hadn't a decent meal in years.

Each swipe of his tongue made her want to scream. Each kiss against her clit made her toes curl. Each slurp of her juices only lured out more. He smiled with each tug at his scalp.

"This thing here," he whispered against her throbbing bud, "is so swollen. When I make you come, you're gonna feel so good you'll forget everything but me."

Had she heard that from someone else, she might've rolled her eyes but Nishikiyama was talented. He reserved the right to be cocky. She welcomed it, even. Go ahead, give me amnesia.

He slipped in a couple fingers, slowly curling them in and out of her until he'd heard the gasp he'd been waiting for. She could almost see the pride gleam in his eyes. With his fingertips, he stroked her smooth velvet. With his tongue, he stroked her clit. With his voice, he would command her.

"Say my name."

"N-Nishi-"

"You want to come, don't you?"

"I-"

"Say it."

Nothing.

"Say it."

"A-Akira!"

The dam finally broke and the pleasure that'd been building up in her core finally exploded in a gush. She wasn't sure what the hell he'd done to her but she felt like she'd died and arrived at the pearly gates. She was past ecstasy, above cloud nine. No one had ever made her cum like that before. Hell she never made herself cum like that. And when she thought she'd returned to earth, from the clouds and into her rundown apartment, she was still cumming and she swore he'd unlocked a never ending orgasm in there somewhere. It went on forever and he'd continued licking, slurping and sucking until she was begging him to stop.

He parted from her and brought himself back up to his knees, wiping her juices from his face with a corner of the comforter as he watched her continue to come undone by him, even without him touching her. She twitched and whined and damn.

The rumors were true.

"Ahh, I feel like I'm going to explode." he said, adjusting himself through his pants.

Once she caught her breath, she mustered up the strength and pulled herself into an upright seat, reaching for his pants but he swatted her hand away.

"What are you doing? Lay down. Recover." he said, shoving her back onto the futon.

"I should take care of you. It's only fair."

He shook his head. "Rome wasn't built in a day… We don't have to do everything tonight. Besides, I never planned something like this to happen. So, I've got no protection."

"I have a mouth and hands too, you know."

Chuckling, he collected his pack of cigarettes and light from the low table then returned to his place in bed next to her. "Seriously? I had no idea!"

"Hey!"

"It's cool. It'll go away. If not, I'll just take care of it in the bathroom."

She rolled onto her side, noting the wet spot beneath her. "Wha- No far. I let you do that. You have to let me do something, too!"

He clicked his tongue, lighting a cigarette. "What are you talking about? 'I showed you mine, now show me yours.' You're so childish… Seriously, don't normal people fall asleep after cumming like that? You're making me seriously doubt my talents here."

"Without taking care of you? That'd be selfish."

"Then, be selfish."

"Did I do something wrong when I touched you earlier?"

He noticed the concern in her voice, "What? No, it was nice. Felt good. A little too good. I don't know what got into me, singing like that. So lame."

"I thought it was sexy. Stop trying to be a cool guy and tell me what's wrong. Please, Nishikiyama-kun?"

"Back to that, huh? Thought I ate it out of you."

Her cheeks burned furiously and he let out a big puff of smoke.

"Juuuuust kidding." he grinned.

"Can't you be serious for a second? I even said please." she said, laying a raw smack across his chest.

He took in her solemn expression, blowing his smoke out of her direction. Then transferred the cigarette to his other hand, so that he could reach for hers.

"Look," he started, "you really, really like me. But this whole time, I was into you while you thought I was into someone else. That can't be too easy on the mind to process. Shouldn't we take it slow? I don't want us waking up in the morning and you regret it or worse, hate me for taking advantage."

"That'd never happen."

"How would you know?"

"I know you. I know you wouldn't do that. If anything, I was worried you'd think I was taking advantage of you."

"No way I'd think that."

"Right?"

He took another puff of his cigarette, sticking the hand he'd used to hold hers under his head.

He stared at the ceiling as if he was expecting his next course of action to fall from the sky. She crawled over to kneel closer to him and took a deep breath as she silently prayed for the strength to follow through with what she was about to do.

"We're adults, right?"

"Well, yeah."

"If you weren't worried that I'd turn around and regret it, would you follow though?"

Inhaling his cigarette, his brown eyes studied her naked body.

He wasn't thinking if he would.

He was thinking how could he not.

With a nod, he exhaled.

She leaned in to kiss him, tasting the cigarette on his lips. "Then, don't hold back for my sake."

His erection may have died but her kiss immediately revived it, her hand welcomed him back immediately and he gasped.

"Mm, w-wai- Ok, hold on a second."

She allowed him to push her back a little so that he could safely press out his cigarette.

There was a brief moment that felt like an eternity as they silently stared at one another, communicating so much with only their eyes before he invited her in for another kiss while he slipped out of his bottoms so that she could stroke him, uninterrupted.

His eyes fluttered shut and she took this time to surprise him by introducing his cock to the warmth of her mouth. He shot up to his elbows to watch her but her hair was obstructing the show she were putting on for him. He carefully brushed her hair out of her face and hissed as he watched her swallow him whole, over and over.

There was a sweetness in his gentle smile that said he almost couldn't believe what was happening but it was quickly replaced by a look of determination, focused not to finish yet.

Even after fantasizing about this performance, she never anticipated it'd be good enough to warrant such vocal praise. She never thought he'd struggle to choke out her name. She never thought he'd maintain her eye while he told her how pretty he thought she was with her lips wrapped around him. She never thought he'd have to stop her time and time again to keep from finishing too soon.

The last time he'd pulled her off of him, he snatched her up and tossed her onto her back again.

His skin pressed hot against hers as he kissed her so roughly she'd begun to worry her lips would bleed.

"Hey, don't you have some condoms here?" he asked, now nibbling on her ear.

"Huh? No."

"So, you rely on the guy to protect yourself? Didn't I tell you about that?" he groaned.

She narrowed her eyes, "What the- Is this really the time to lecture me?"

He let out a heavy sigh and whined, "I really want to stick it in now."

"Then, do it."

"You must either really trust me or be really horny."

"Both."

Nishikiyama had always been very open-minded about sex since they were teens. If anyone ever had questions or needed advice, he was the one to go to. Even for the girls. It was one of the few topics he always approached with sincerity and decorum. He was a huge advocate for safe sex. When anyone would ask why he always got onto them for not being safe enough, he'd always answered with, "Japan's got enough unwanted kids. No need to contribute."

He pressed a quick peck on her lips before kneeling between her legs, stroking himself. He was looking at her with that boyish grin and she saw in his eyes that he was beyond willing to compromise his convictions for her and he wouldn't regret it one bit. She felt a little guilty for corrupting him until she'd felt him press the head past her slit.

His hissed a swear under his breath, slowly pressing further into her until he was fully sheathed.

"I-It's all in." he whispered.

He carefully watched her expression, searching for any indication of regret and when he didn't find any, he leaned back down to kiss her. It started out slow and sensual at first, matching the pace of his thrusts. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she couldn't remember the last time someone treated her with such delicacy. He buried his hands into her hair as he drove his member into her, begging her to never let him go.

How fitting, she thought.

Such deeply sensitive loving performed by such a deeply sensitive man.

Through pants, he managed to ask, "Hey, Junko. Am I the only one on your mind?"

She nodded.

"Can you prove it?"

"H-How?"

"Call the name of the man that's filling you up down here," he whispered, sliding his long middle finger inside of her, fucking her with both his cock and his finger. Then he grabbed a handful of the hair at the crown of her head, "And up here."

"A-ah!" she moaned.

He pressed his thumb against her clit as he nipped at her ear, "Am I all you can about? Hm? Tell me."

She was beginning to feel overwhelmed from all the stimulation. For a while, all she could manage were gasps.

He chuckled and cooed against her neck, "Who's making you feel so good right now?"

"Y-You are, A-Akira!"

She felt his lips curl against her neck and suddenly the gentleness of his strokes were replaced with something much more bold, almost forceful. He was fucking her like he was searching for his home within her wet core. He was pounding memory into her, etching himself into her heat so that she could never forget the night he claimed her.

See me, only me. Need me, only me. Want me. Only. Me. He was begging with his thrusts.

He removed his finger from her to lift one of her legs, dragging his tongue from her knee to her ankle until it was aligned with his chest. He clenched his jaws, intent on keeping his stamina going. Each stroke invoked a grunt from deep within his chest. Her walls began to clench around him and he placed her hand on her clit, silently commanding her to make herself cum around his cock. Fighting his need to vocalize his pleasure, he sank his teeth into her calf as she came for the second time tonight.

Tossing his head back in ecstasy, he pushed back his hair, chuckling as she sang his name again and again without his coaxing.

Once he was certain she'd successfully rode out her orgasm, he pulled out of her and in no time, he was painting her body with his cum.

"Haah, haa!" he panted, flopping down atop her, not caring that he'd begin to spread the mess he's made all over her. With his clean hand, his gentle touch returned in the form of stroking her cheek, pressing giggly kisses onto her lips.

"You're a bad influence." he said.

"Am I?" she laughed. "I'm sorry."

He lazily shook his head, buried his flushed face in her neck. "Mm, you were perfect."

Neither of them had planned on any of this but it felt so right. As if this was how it should've been all along. Through years of friendship their minds were entangled. Tonight, by way of their bodies, their hearts were connected. Finally. The way he held onto her confirmed that there was no turning back now.

"Just so you know, if you ever call me Nishikiyama-kun again, I'm dumping you."