"Ah, there you are, Yukino-chan! I was beginning to think you were hiding from me."
"Not at all," Yukino lied, unable to contain a disappointed sigh as she closed her book and lifted her gaze to her sister sauntering towards her, already mourning the pleasant evening that could have been.
It was their reunion gathering. Hayama apparently went all out, inviting the entire class to Royal Okura and strangely enough, her sister was the coconspirator for this event. Come to think of it, her sister had been awfully chummy with Hayama, which she did not notice at first. Perhaps she was relieved that her sister finally stopped pestering her and Hachiman? But it did rouse interesting reactions from Miura, Isshiki and others.
With the booze on high, they were getting more and more restless as the clock ticked away, but Yukino was rather enjoying it. It wasn't that she hated gatherings — well, no, she did hate it, actually, which was why it was so nice to finally be alone again, at the corner of the banquet hall, where it was calm and isolated from the rambunctious rabble. And yes, the best place to hide from her annoying sister.
Or not so simple. Counter intuitive it might be, but avoiding someone is stunningly difficult when you are in a gathering. Especially when you are hounded by your sister who is keen to make your life as difficult as possible.
Yukino sighed again as she got closer, the warm glow of the lamplight playing over her alabaster skin and that unreasonably tight gown that was holding her...womanly parts from spilling.
She leaned casually against the table next to her, presumably to make absolutely certain she'd noticed the latter. Yukino felt her cheeks flush and gritted her teeth. She would not play this game tonight. She was reading, damn it, and she was just getting to the good part!
"Was there something you needed?" she asked in a clipped tone, forcing her eyes to stay locked on her face. Those damned ellipsoids! She wasn't jealous of those curves!
"Yukino-chan," she slurred, "My intention was simply to provide some company. Look at you, all alone reading in this corner. What a sad way to spend an evening!"
Yukino snorted. Perhaps, long back she would have been with Yui, but she doubted she'd have been particularly welcome now, after everything that had happened. Sometimes she rued the day she and Hachiman became a couple. It completely ruined the only friendship she had ever in her life.
Sighing, she resumed her novel.
"Oh? Just what is it that captivates you so much?"
Yukino tried to lock her phone, but her sister's hands were quicker. She snatched it up, glancing briefly at the paragraphs before reading aloud.
"Enchantress of Her Heart: The sultry tale of the forbidden love between the handsome and noble Knight-Captain Marius and the beautiful, seductive Queen Lucienne. Their passion burns brighter than any flame she can conjure, but how long can they keep it a secret—"
Yukino seized the book, her cheeks burning. "I never claimed it was intellectually stimulating reading," she said defensively, clutching it to her chest lest her sister make another grab for it.
Her sister burst into peals of laughter. "No doubt it is stimulating in other ways, riiiiiiiight?"
"I'm sure I have no idea what you mean," Yukino said primly. "And even if I did, so what? Am I not allowed a little wish-fulfilment every now and then?"
Yukino realized she'd just handed her the perfect bait the second the words left her mouth, but by then it was too late. She scolded herself as her sister leaned closer, fixing her with that inquisitive look she so loved to employ.
"Is Hachiman no longer satisfying you?"
A sudden chill coursed down her spine. How did her sister know about her prolonged dry spell? Though she kept her composure intact, fortunately.
"I wish to be allowed to continue reading."
"Of course! How rude of me to interrupt." her sister booped her head in what seemed to be a moe pose. Wait, moe? It then occurred to her in an instant, how much Hachiman corrupted her with his otaku disease.
Her sister suddenly whispered in her ears, "I think you would find the solution to your problem here."
Yukino played off her shiver as a sudden chill, counting her blessings that the dampness between her thighs was known to her alone.
"See you later Yukino-chan!"
Yukino knew exactly what her sister was insinuating. But goddammit if she would give herself to it. Or wait, is that why her sister had been so awfully chummy with Hayama?!
It sickened her. But it also brought her a flurry of feelings that she never experienced.
It was a mistake. A very careless mistake.
She should have known that the drinks would be spiked in gatherings like these.
But she let her sister get to her. One orange juice became two and before she knew it, she was absolutely sloshed.
All of a sudden she heard a thud. She raised her gaze from her phone and to her dismay, it was the one person she wanted to avoid like a plague.
Hayama Hayato.
He looked as annoyingly handsome as ever, with his blonde hair gelled and styled like that of old victorian men, his annoying smile absent, his blue eyes gazing at her that threatened to pierce through her soul.
"Do you stare at everyone like that?" Yukino asked, shifting awkwardly in her seat and praying to god that the dim light camouflaged the hot flush rising in her cheeks. The smirk playing at Hayama's lips spoke to the contrary.
"Not everyone. But a beautiful woman like yourself?" He reached out to toy with a lock of her hair.
"Oh, for the — honestly!" she sputtered, slamming her phone and rising from the table so quickly that she nearly knocked over her chair, suddenly more furious than she'd ever been in her life, and not at all sure whether this new fury was aimed at Hayama or herself.
He had the nerve to look confused, which only fueled her rage.
"You are absolutely insufferable!"
"I am not sure what —"
"The more fool I for hoping we might actually be able to pass the evening like civilized people," she continued, shoving her phone haphazardly into her handbag, "because you obviously cannot be in the same room with me for more than five minutes without getting the overwhelming urge to mock me."
He began to open his mouth, but Yukino was having none of it, determined to speak her piece before the angry tears prickling behind her eyes began to flow. She was a sodding president now, not the pathetic schoolgirl who'd been bullied in her elementary school days. She would not weep.
"Can't you see that I don't think it's funny? Can't you just leave me be? Don't you understand how cruel it is to make me—?" she bit her tongue then, mortified to have come so close to confessing herself, to admitting just how deeply his playful flirtations affected her.
By god, she was pathetic. Tears threatening in earnest now, she abandoned the handbag in favour of just leaving as quickly as possible.
But this, like a peaceful evening of reading, was not in the cards.
She had not gotten three steps toward the door before a hand wrapped around her wrist, its grip not so tight as to be uncomfortable, but difficult to break nonetheless. Resisting the juvenile urge to stamp her foot in frustration, Yukino reluctantly turned to face her captor, who still wore the same damnable expression of puzzlement.
"Mocking you? Is that what you think?" The uncharacteristic softness in his voice left her too stunned to reply, snapping out of it only when he raised a hand toward her cheek. She dodged the touch, irritated anew.
"What do you expect me to think?"
"That, I mean what I said?" The suggestion earned a particularly unladylike snort from her. "Is it so hard to believe?"
"Yes, actually!" she snapped, taking some morbid pleasure in the frown it brought to his face.
"Why?"
A mirthless laugh escaped her before she could stop it.
"What do you mean, why? By god, Hayato, how stupid do you think I am? I know you and my sister are rutting like rabbits. Tell me, did my sister send you to mock me about my dry spell for years?"
The frown deepened. "You say such things about yourself, yet you think I am cruel when I am merely expressing concern for you? I am not certain I follow your logic."
Yukino huffed and stared at a spot on the wall.
"But no matter," he went on, waving away the issue. "I do find you quite lovely, Yukino-chan, but no doubt you still question my sincerity. Perhaps a bit of convincing is in order, yes?"
Yukino was not quite sure she trusted the purr in his voice, nor the gleam in those blue eyes, but if Hayama marked her wariness, he paid her no heed, instead giving off the appearance of one deep in thought.
"Hmm, where to begin? Ah, yes! I believe it was your eyes which first caught my attention, Yukino-chan." he said.
"Since the last two years, your eyes have always been empty, soulless. I instantly sensed that something was wrong with your marriage life. I discussed it with your sister and believe my surprise when she found out the reason."
Yukino squirmed at his piercing gaze.
"Hikigaya has premature ejaculation disorder, right?"
Yukino gasped at the blunt truth that he rammed upon her like a sledgehammer.
"You wanted to discuss with him, you wanted to have a consultation with a sexologist, but he rejected all your attempts. Heh, never thought Hikitani-kun would be so insecure."
She opened her mouth in protest. But she was reminded of the intense dry spell that she had been plagued with for over two years. Their relationship was certainly cordial, as long as she didn't bring up that topic, but she knew, they both knew that it lacked the passion they had long back.
"You have such beautiful hands." Yukino bit back a gasp as he ghosted his fingertips along the insides of her wrists before capturing her hands in his own. She tried not to think about how warm they were. "So graceful and soft. Getting to feel these lovely hands upon my flesh almost makes it worth it, you know."
So preoccupied was she that she did not notice his hands moving once more until one was cupping her cheek.
That sobered her.
Her first impulse was to move away, to shake him off, and yet she found that she couldn't force her muscles to obey. The feel of his palm against her cheek was… nice. The warm, tingly feeling she'd come to associate with after so long, began to spread through her body.
Oh, she was in trouble.
"You are always too stiff and uptight, Yukino-chan," he said softly, his thumb stroking her cheekbone. "To think that you would elicit such a sweet sound."
"I don't—"
"Shh. No more words. For now, you only listen, yes?"
Yukino found herself nodding, having at some point become completely enthralled by those breathtaking blue eyes. Eyes that were now mere inches from her own. Too close. Much too close...
"You have such soft skin," he said, running his knuckles along her jawline. Yukino's breath caught in her chest as he leaned forward to rub his cheek against hers.
Sweet god, this couldn't be happening. She must be dreaming, imagining the caress of his skin, the soft scent of the perfume, the hot breath tickling her ear as he nuzzled her and — oh, god — the warm press of his lips against her temple. Any moment now she would wake up in bed, hot and bothered and alone. Wouldn't she?
"And you smell divine," he purred, the vibrations against her ear sending shivers down her spine.
She was briefly compelled to ask if he routinely went around sniffing around, but the words died on her tongue, replaced by a gasp at the first gentle nip on her earlobe. She felt his lips curve into what she could only assume was a wicked smile.
"I think you like that."
The shudder that wracked her body seemed to be all the answer he needed. Slowly, teasingly, he began nibbling his way up her ear, each little scrape of teeth sending a corresponding jolt straight to her groin.
No, this couldn't be a dream. Her pleasant dreams were never this vivid. Which begged the decidedly unpleasant question of why, exactly, this thing that was actually happening, was actually happening.
"You are thinking, Yukino-chan," Hayama admonished. "You must stop that."
Yukino meant to argue, really she did, but he chose that exact moment to slide his tongue along the whorl of her ear, making her toes curl and rendering her incapable of any response more coherent than a needy mewl.
The rational part of her mind protested that this was absurd, that she couldn't possibly be this desperate, even as she eagerly tilted her head to allow him better access, her cooperation rewarded by an enthusiastic series of nips and kisses along her neck.
Yes, thinking… thinking was entirely overrated.
She let out a whine of protest when he pulled away, only to be distracted once more when he brought both hands up to cup her face, his bright eyes locking with hers. Her heart was pounding so hard, her breath coming so quickly that she worried she might faint.
"And your smile Yukino-chan. I've seen many beautiful women, and yet when a smile lights your face they all seem to pale in comparison."
She flinched back in surprise when he leaned closer. He looked confused and slightly hurt, and she'd just begun to berate herself for ruining everything when realization dawned on his face.
"Sweet god," he said softly, tracing the pad of his thumb along her bottom lip. "Just how long has it been since you kissed?"
Embarrassment washed over her. Slowly, she shook her head.
"We must fix that," he said, closing the distance between them.
Her knees nearly buckled at the touch of his lips, and she clutched his shoulders to keep herself upright. His lips were soft and warm against hers, she felt pleasantly toasty all over as though she'd had a bit too much wine, and she was fairly certain that if she reached between her legs at that moment, she would have found herself drenched.
Her hands slid down his back, her means of supporting herself evolving into an embrace. A thrill of excitement shot through her when his tongue played at the seam of her lips and she obediently parted them, allowing him passage. Having another person's tongue in her mouth did not feel nearly as odd as it really ought to, and she must have moaned at the sensation because she felt him laugh as he flicked his tongue teasingly along her own, coaxing her to respond in kind.
And respond she did.
She was unpracticed and clumsy — two long years of dry spell could do that to anyone — and it couldn't possibly have been a very good kiss for him, but he gave no indication of displeasure as his tongue danced with hers, gently instructing her on the proper form. She had nearly gotten the hang of it when a sudden chill gave her pause.
She broke the kiss and glanced down to find the straps of her gown opened to the waist, Hayama's fingers still upon the laces. She shot him an incredulous look. He grinned back, entirely unrepentant, and though she knew she ought to have been scandalized, she found herself trying not to laugh.
"You can't open door locks to save your life, but you can get a girl's robes open without her being any the wiser?"
"Locks are not quite so easily distracted by a thorough snogging," he pointed out, sliding his hands along the edges of her gown. "Now, let's see what we have here…"
He attempted to slide the garment off her shoulders, and Yukino immediately clasped it shut. She looked away, blushing furiously.
"Ah, Yukino, forgive me." He pulled her into his arms. "Forgive me, that was too bold. I did not mean to make you feel threatened."
"No," she said into his neck, kissing him there to prove she meant it. "No, it wasn't, I didn't, it's just…"
"You are shy?" he guessed, and she nodded, because it was easier than verbalizing the truth. He released her, grinning once more.
"Of course you are! Where are my manners, trying to relieve you of your clothing while I stand fully dressed before you? You have my humblest apologies."
They rushed to the nearest room. Fortunately, Hayama had booked the entire hotel for the gathering. Clothes came off as passions flared.
She had seen Hayama bare-chested before, but it was when they were children, which was hardly conducive to ogling unless you were a paedophile. Now she found she could not tear her eyes away.
God, how was it possible for any man to be so perfect? He may as well have been carved by a sculptor: lithe and muscular, every delectable contour so marvellously defined that just looking at him felt somehow sinful. Her husband on the other hand was just scrawny with a potbelly. It was simply no comparison.
Hayama took up her hands, kissing each palm before placing them on his chest, and Yukino was briefly mesmerized by the contrast of her soft white hands against his hard muscular chest. Then she became aware of the heat and texture of that skin, and suddenly mere aesthetics were the furthest thing from her mind. Her fingers drifted over his collarbone, his neck, his jaw.
Something childish took over inside her as her fingers approached his ears. She traced a fingertip along the edge of one, barely stifling a giggle when Hayama let out a hiss of pleasure.
Hayama was sensitive at his ears as well. How ironic. She traced it again, then, growing bolder, leaned in to kiss it. He made another pleased sound, grasping her about the waist, and she really did giggle. She mimicked the attention he'd paid to her earlier, spurred along by his little sighs and the unconscious flexing of his fingers when she found a particularly good spot. She flicked her tongue against the tip and he groaned, clutching her waist nearly hard enough to bruise.
"You are not as innocent as you look," he said, sounding slightly breathless.
His hands covered hers again, prompting them to continue their exploration of his body, and shyly she let them begin to drift lower, skimming over his toned arms before travelling inward to study his chest and stomach, tracing the lines of each line she encountered along the way.
"I look innocent?"
"Terribly innocent," he confirmed as her fingers trailed along his taut abdominal muscles. "It makes me want to do wicked things to you!"
The liquid heat pooling in her groin had Yukino fidgeting helplessly as he leaned forward to nuzzle her cheek. To think this was what she had been missing for two long years!
The skirt slid down, pooling at her legs as his eyes drank all her naked glory.
Yukino felt her own breasts — her sad, disproportionately small breasts. Yes! Her breasts are small, goddammit! It's finally time she admitted it — tightening, though whether it was a result of the sudden chill or her mental scrutiny, she couldn't say.
"Yukino-chan. You are even more beautiful than I thought you would be."
Her eyes flew open in surprise to find him gazing at her fervently. His hands skated down her ribs, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they came to curl around her waist, giving her a little squeeze there.
"So soft and lush," he said, his free hand trailing softly over her bare skin. "I'm so jealous that your husband would get to enjoy this every day."
No. Hachiman didn't even care about her anymore. Yukino thought furiously.
Hayama ran his knuckles along the underside of her breast, which tightened further at the attention, simultaneously breaking her out of her thoughts. Yukino flushed.
"They are perfect," he said, cupping them in his warm palms. "You see? Just the right size. And these," he said, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples in a way that made her knees go wobbly, "these I am truly enamoured with. I have never seen nipples quite so pink. How pretty they are."
He gave them a gentle tweak and she nearly lost her balance altogether. Looking entirely too pleased with himself, he manoeuvred her around to lean against the table before resuming his attack, teasing her with soft strokes and hard pinches until she was gasping for air and gripping the edge of the table for dear life.
Why, in all the years she'd spent doing those exact things to herself when Hachiman ignored her, had it never felt like this before, the very lightest of touches sending throbs of desperate, aching need to her cunt?
She barely noticed the muscular thigh insinuating itself between her legs until he ground it against her — hard.
Pride, dignity, and other such inconveniences fell by the wayside as she rubbed herself against it, her oversensitive flesh craving the sweet friction it granted. He obliged her with firm pressure, and she was vaguely aware of making noises she wouldn't own up to later as a hot coil of pleasure began tightening in her belly more quickly than it ever did when she was alone in her bed. One more nudge, one more hard tug on her nipples and she'd be done for. Almost. Oh, god, almost...
The hands and thigh withdrew suddenly, and Yukino nearly screamed in frustration. She glared at Hayama, who smirked back before pulling her flush against him and claiming her mouth once more, which was entirely unfair because she wanted to stay cross, and it was all but impossible to do that when his delicious bare skin was pressed up against her and he was doing those things with his lips and teeth and tongue.
She conceded defeat, moaning softly into that unbelievably talented mouth and slipping her arms around him to tighten the embrace. It took her a few seconds longer than it really should have to notice that there was something hard pressing into her pelvis, and she must have let out a startled noise when she finally realized what it was, because she felt him smile against her lips.
She gave the protrusion an experimental caress, drawing a groan from his lips that somehow had her throbbing in anticipation. Good lord! It looked massive! Hachiman's little pecker was nothing before this!
Hayama chuckled, and she realized she'd been staring. She grinned sheepishly. "It's...lovely," she said, drawing a fingertip along its length and discovering that it felt even better than it looked. She had never imagined that skin could be so soft, so hot. He made little noises of encouragement as she slid her thumb over the head, smearing the drop of fluid glistening at the tip.
Once comfortable with the size, she began to vary her strokes — fast and slow, gentle and rough, trying to determine what he liked best. It didn't take her long; Yukino had always prided herself on being observant, and Hayama wasn't remotely shy about expressing his approval when she did something right. He moaned when she handled him roughly, gasped when she squeezed tightly on the upstroke, and so she continued to do just that.
A few moments of her specially-tailored attentions had him panting as he thrust his hips into each stroke, and Yukino blushed at the sudden realization that she dearly wanted to watch him come. Would he cry out? How would his face look? Would he shoot his seed all over her stomach? And why in for all things that are holy, was the latter such a bizarrely appealing prospect at the moment?
She had never felt this excitement when she was with Hachiman. Despite how much of a deviant he is, he was surprisingly puritan when it comes to bed. And added to that, his quick ejaculation, she was mostly left hot, dry and bothered every time.
However, her thoughts were broken upon, as Hayama's hands stroked along the outsides of her tightly-clenched thighs. She moaned pathetically as he dropped a kiss to one.
"Yukino-chan" he murmured, massaging the flesh beneath his palms, "let me see. I promise you, I won't bite. Well, not unless you want me to," he amended, flashing a cheeky smirk.
When after a moment she still did not comply, he ducked his head to press more soft kisses to her thighs. "You asked me what I want with you," he said between kisses. "I want to taste you. I want to hear you call my name as I bring you to ecstasy, over and over, until you think you will die of it. I want to bury myself between these plump thighs and make love to you until neither of us has the strength to move any longer, and to rest on your soft belly after I have spent myself inside you." He raised his eyes to catch her gaze. "But first, I want to see you."
Yukino shivered in anticipation.
Her thighs were pushed apart, Hayama settled between them as soon as the words left her mouth, and Yukino lay back on the table and tried to remember to breathe. She heard him inhale deeply, and her cheeks grew even hotter.
"What a fine pussy this is," he said, brushing his fingers softly along her outer lips before gently parting them. He dragged a finger through her folds and Yukino whimpered, embarrassed by the slick sounds of his ministrations. She could hear the satisfaction in his voice when he spoke again. "So wet for me already?"
Yukino couldn't quite muster a coherent response, which he must have realized, because he didn't wait for one.
She gasped at the feel of a hot, wet tongue sliding up her cleft, letting out a particularly undignified squeak when it finished its journey with a flick against her clit. She squirmed helplessly, willing him to do it again.
"Delicious," he purred. "Just as I thought you would be."
She wasn't sure whether to blush at the compliment or cry out of sheer frustration, but both soon proved irrelevant because that tongue was back, lapping at her as though she was the best thing he'd ever tasted. And she'd thought he was good at kissing! Those skills paled in comparison to what his mouth was doing to her now, eagerly licking and suckling the sensitive flesh, robbing her of any higher thought than Yes, more, please!
She let out another squeak as that tongue was plunged deep inside her, and then moaned, threading her fingers into his hair. God, she never touched herself there. Hachiman? Just forget about him!
She whined at the loss when the tongue withdrew, only to draw the sound into a sharp keen as it slid up to tease her neglected clit. The tingling heat came flooding back as his tongue flicked and circled, and she must have been closer to the edge than she realized because he captured the swollen bud between his lips and sucked and suddenly she was coming harder than she ever had, her cries echoing through the room.
Too sensitive now, she tried to squirm away, but he caught her hips, holding her firmly in place. "Again," he said, delivering a feather-soft lick that made her shudder all over. "I know you can."
Oh, and he did, didn't he? That terrible, wonderful, absolute pervert!
She groaned, ceasing her struggle as he lavished her with gentle attentions until it was no longer too much but just right, and she wasn't sure how he could tell when it was, but he could, licking her harder and faster until she shattered beneath his tongue a second time. Once more she tried to escape, and once more he held her fast, soothing her with barely-there strokes until she was ready again.
Once, twice, thrice more, that clever tongue brought her to orgasm, leaving her a panting, quivering pile of useless limbs when he finally began to pull away.
"Why are you stopping?" she demanded breathlessly, propping herself up on her elbows with no small amount of difficulty. He laughed, bestowing one last kiss to her nether lips before wiping his mouth on her robes and rising to his feet.
"As flattered as I am by your appreciation of my talents, too much more attention to your little pearl may leave it sore in the morning," he said. He bent to kiss her, slow and lingering rather than insistent, and she melted into it, blushing at the taste of herself on his lips.
Her heart fluttered madly as he spread her legs wider, her breath catching in her chest as she felt the very tip of him pressing against her. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the intrusion.
"Are you ready, Yukino?"
"Yes," she breathed.
"Tell me what you want."
She cracked one eye open, finding a mischievous grin on his face. "You know quite well what I want," she said peevishly. She shifted her hips to try and take him in, but he moved just far enough away to prevent her from succeeding. She scowled.
"I do, yes, but I would like to hear you say it," he purred, complicating matters all the more by taking his cock in hand and tracing the tip in teasing circles around her entrance.
"Oh god! Fuck me! I don't care if you break me, but fuck me senseless!" She cried, not even minding the victorious smirk on his face as he withdrew once more to line himself up properly.
A shock of white-hot pain coursed through her lower body for a moment before it was replaced by mind-numbing pleasure.
He stroked his hands up and down her breasts, pausing now and then to tweak a nipple between his fingers, as his thick phallus stretched her like she had never felt before.
"Yukino..." he breathed. He gripped her hips, squeezing the doughy flesh there with a groan of approval. "Yukino… you feel so good."
She blushed at the praise. Or was it because of the wet sounds of their coupling, and how very loudly they echoed in the empty room? Or the heat in those eyes as he slid his hands up and down her body, kneading at her breasts, her belly, her hips, her thighs; the way that thin sheen of sweat made his skin glisten in the lamplight as he rolled his hips against hers, or the soft murmurs that send pleasant shudders to her skin.
He breathed sharply, sinking his fingers deeply into the flesh of her hips as the rhythm of his own became erratic, leaving her gasping at the force of his thrusts until, mere moments later, his entire body went rigid, his eyes shut tightly and his mouth open in a silent cry.
Yukino's heart did a little somersault. God, he was gorgeous when he came.
But he didn't slow down. He kept rolling his hips like a machine and it didn't take too long for her to come violently as his sword pierced through her cervix.
Silence fell between them, but it was a comfortable one.
Hayama offered to help Yukino wash as she was still reeling in post-coital bliss, for the first time in her life.
Yukino closed her eyes, allowing herself to indulge in the sensation of the warm sponge travelling up and down her legs as she carded her fingers through Hayama's hair. She'd never been bathed like this before. It was pleasant.
Perhaps a bit too pleasant, she discovered, unable to contain a soft moan as he drew the sponge over her flower. She looked down, mortified, but if the smirk was any indication, Hayama was not offended in the slightest.
"Excited again, Yukino-chan?" he teased, giving the over-sensitive flesh a more deliberate caress.
"So are you," she pointed out, glancing at the half-hard stick between his legs. She felt herself flush, lust coursing like wildfire through her veins.
"Can we do it again? No, it's too late for that. Unless it's not?"
He laughed. "You are insatiable, Yukino! I knew you would be. One can always tell with women."
Yukino frowned. "How?"
"Ah, a master never reveals his secrets," Hayama said, rising to his feet. He took her hand, kissing it softly. "Come."
He reclined atop the blankets, and Yukino was struck anew by how beautiful he was. His smooth skin glowed in the candlelight, his pale blonde hair shimmering like moonbeams where it lay across the pillows. His bright eyes locked with hers, gleaming with promise as he gave that perfect cock a languid stroke.
Yukino scrambled into his open arms and he rolled her onto her back, rising on his elbow beside her. He ran his knuckles along her cheek. "More comfortable than the table, yes?" he said with a grin.
"I stand by my decision."
Hayama laughed and ducked his head to kiss her. Soft and slow, it was not quite the sort of kiss Yukino was expecting, and it took a moment's recalibration before she was able to return it with a measure of success.
After what felt like ages he deepened the kiss, and she moaned, eagerly welcoming his tongue with her own. His free hand roamed her body, light and relaxing at first, but growing more heated in time with their kiss. She sighed, pressing herself into his palm as he kneaded a breast, and she felt him smile against her lips.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck. He pressed soft kisses and gentle bites along her throat, her collar, her breasts. He caught a nipple in his mouth and she gasped, arching off the bed as throbs of aching need shot to her clit.
Too soon, he released her nipple with a wet pop, his eyes glinting wickedly as he met her gaze. "Do you like that, Yukino?"
"Is this really the time for rhetorical questions?"
Hayama rolled his eyes but didn't look especially bothered. "Ah, but, can you not humour me?" He laved his tongue over the abandoned nipple, giving the other a gentle pinch. "It pleases me to hear the words."
An unexpected flood of arousal rushed to Yukino's core. "Yes," she said, her voice just above a whisper as heat rose in her cheeks.
"Yes?" he echoed, planting lazy kisses over her breasts. "Yes to what, Yukino? Yes, you can humour me? Yes, you like being suckled?" He gave the nipple another hard suck and she barely contained a squeal.
"Yes," she repeated, sinking trembling fingers into his hair. He chuckled, but had mercy, suckling the opposite nipple until she squirmed, desperate for something, anything between her legs.
"Still so shy, my dear," he purred, relenting in his assault to kiss his way down her ribs. "Hmm. Do you like this?"
"Yes."
"And this?" he asked, dipping his tongue into her navel.
"Y-yes."
He drew lower, peppering her belly with kisses until he reached her pubic mound. "And when I kiss your pussy — you like that, too?"
"God, yes!" Yukino said, parting her legs in anticipation as his kisses fell lower still. Her toes curled as he swirled his tongue over her clit — it was a bit sore from before — but he did not remain there long before climbing back up her body to capture her lips in a deep, dizzying kiss.
"And when I make love to you," he said breathlessly, his hard cock twitching where it was pinned between their abdomen, "do you like that?"
Yukino swallowed. "Yes," she said, and felt a tremor run up the length of his body.
"Shall I make love to you now, Yukino?"
"Yes," Yukino breathed. "Yes," she repeated, winding her legs around his hips as he nestled between her thighs, dragging the head of his cock through her sodden folds. "Yes," she whimpered, digging her nails into his back as he drove himself into the hilt. There was still pain, but it was dull, a mere annoyance accompanying the wet slide of his cock inside her, and she sighed, tightening her legs around him.
It was nice, she decided, having him so close during sex. It felt cosy. Intimate. But she banished the foolish notion from her mind.
This was sex. Sex between people who were acquaintances, perhaps, but nothing more than that. It wouldn't do to go letting herself get carried away on flights of fancy when, come morning, things between them would be exactly the same as they had been yesterday.
Hayama shifted the angle of his hips slightly, and that niggling thread of disappointment vanished as he thrust against something deep inside that made her eyes roll back. She heard him chuckle, but couldn't find it within her to be annoyed when he picked up his pace, hitting that spot on every stroke.
He said a phrase she didn't recognize, his thrusts coming to a halt. He licked his lips, then repeated so that she could understand. "My name, Yukino. Say it."
Yukino flushed. Feeling a bit silly, she said, "Hayato."
His whole body shuddered. "Yukino" he sighed, stealing a searing kiss as he began to move again with more vigour than before.
"Hayato," she said again, emboldened by this passionate response. She raked her nails lightly down his chest, feeling him shiver beneath her touch. "Hayato!" she moaned as his cock thrust against that particular spot, over and over, until she felt herself beginning to unravel. "Hayato! Hayato! Hayatoooo!"
He opened his mouth, but if he said anything Yukino didn't hear it because she was coming, and he followed right on her heels, burying himself as deep as he could while her body clenched around him as though it never wished to let go.
He collapsed on top of her, and she held him close, briefly entertaining the irrational fancy that she would be perfectly content to stay that way forever.
"You're all sweaty," she said finally, combing her fingers through his damp hair.
Hayama laughed tiredly. "Yes, that happens," he said, pressing soft kisses into her neck. He rose up to lay another kiss on her lips, then rolled off of her. "Come," he said, sliding under the covers. "You will catch a cold."
Yukino's hand had nearly reached her robes before she realized that he meant for her to join him in bed. She looked toward the door. Then back at him.
They were finished, though, weren't they? Late as it was, they were unlikely to do it again. She had to go home too, Hachiman must be waiting for her.
But, once more, she conceded, just once more.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to lay her head upon his chest.
It was rather comfortable being cocooned in his arms under the warm blankets, feeling his heart slow to a steady rhythm beneath her cheek. So comfortable that her eyelids were quickly growing heavy.
"Rest, Yukino. It's late."
Yukino closed her eyes. "Just for a few minutes."
"A few minutes," he agreed.
Unbeknownst to both of them, the room was laden with spy cameras, recording every minute, every second of their passionate tryst, solely for the eyes of Yukinoshita Haruno.
God, the way Yukino bloomed like a flower was truly incredible. She couldn't help but her hands involuntarily slipped into her shorts and before she knew it, she was pleasuring herself, the amorous moans of Yukino-chan, the grunts of Hayato-kun were music to her ears.
God, her teenage self was such a fool. She had been chasing after the mead, ignoring the fine wine that had been with her throughout her life! But better late than never. It's time for onee-san to sample the wine for herself.
A few months later…
Yukino wasn't all that surprised when she found herself pressed up against the wall with her wrists pinned above her head. Ever since that fateful day, she and Hayato had been going at it like rabbits behind her husband's back for the past couple of months, and she learned pretty quickly that underneath all that gentlemanly propriety is a guy who could get remarkably freaky behind closed doors.
What's a little surprising was that they were not behind closed doors right now.
Hell, there wasn't even a door. They were just tucked into an empty room of Chiba Historical Society building — so slightly removed from the rest of the members, that Yukino could still hear entire conversations with complete clarity as Hayato captured her lips in a searing kiss, pressing the full length of his body against hers.
Yukino gasped for breath when he finally relinquished her mouth to trail his own along her neck, leaving wet kisses and sharp little bites in his wake.
"I am terribly fond of this frock, Yukino-chan," he murmured, tracing his tongue along the shell of her ear as he ran his free hand down her flank.
Granted, it's not like Yukino decided to wear a skin-tight satin cocktail dress with a deep side slit and ten centimeter heels for her own comfort, but she sort of assumed that Hayato would be able to contain himself until they got to the hotel, or at least to the car — which, admittedly, she probably shouldn't have, knowing full well how horny he gets after a few glasses of red wine. Well, at least he isn't a soggy noodle unlike her husband.
"This isn't exactly a private party, Hayato-kun" she warned, arching against him as he hiked her skirt up over her thighs because — sod it — the whole public indecency thing is actually kind of doing it for her right now.
He caught her earlobe between his teeth. "Then perhaps it would behoove you to mind your volume," as his fingers slipped between her legs.
Currents of delicious, maddening sensation emanated from her loins to all quarters of body, pricking her nipples, electrifying her spine, as she writhed, her sweat soaked back slipping against the smooth distemper of the wall.
"You've forgone undergarments. How wonderfully convenient."
Yukino's intended quip about panty lines gave way to a panting snicker as Hayato fumbled to open his pants with one hand.
"I'd lend a hand, but—" Yukino wiggled her fingers for emphasis — "mine are a little tied up at the moment."
Hayato pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her jaw as he finished freeing his erection from confinement. "They are." He dragged his tongue down her neck. "And they shall remain so until I see fit to release them."
"Y-yes…" Yukino shivered, feeling glad that she opted out of the panties.
She was so wet she thought she'd barely feel the first finger he slid into her, yet, the buzzing in her head grew into a maddening crescendo as he added another. She bit her lip to keep herself quiet, her hips writhing as he pumped those long, elegant digits slowly in and out.
He curled his fingers just so, and it's all Yukino could do to stifle a moan.
She opened her eyes just in time to catch a devious twinkle in Hayato's, and in that instant, it all clicked. The manhandling, the dominance, not letting her respond — Hayato was trying to make her be the one who gets loud enough to give them away.
That little git. Game on!
Yukino moaned, just loud enough so that only he could hear, "Mmm, right there, baby. God, you make my pussy so wet."
Even in the dim light, she could make out the flush rising in his cheeks the instant the words left her mouth.
Hmph! How do you like it now? She thought furiously.
She flicked her tongue against his lower lip. "Your fingers are nice, baby, but your cock's better. You gonna fuck me?"
She could see his throat hitching, feel his fingers twitching, and couldn't resist gloating a little.
"You're not getting bashful on me now, are you, Hayato?" she purred, giving his chin a little nip.
Hayato fixed her with those intense blue eyes. Without saying a word, he withdrew his fingers from her pussy. He lifted them to his mouth, holding her gaze while he licked them clean.
Sweet Jesus, he's on his A-game tonight! Yukino thought. She still intended to win, though.
Swallowing against the sudden dryness in her mouth, she said, "I'm dripping for you, baby. Are you hard for me?"
It was kind of a ridiculous question to ask while he was poking her in the stomach with the answer, but then again, dirty talk wasn't really about logic. And it did seem to have the desired effect, she noted, as a violent tremor wracked his body. Slowly, deliberately, she licked her lips, a little thrill of triumph running through her as his eyes tracked her tongue.
"Fuck me, Hayato."
And may God have mercy, but that man can take an order.
In a flash he hooked one of her legs over his hip, supporting her derrière with his free hand, and Yukino threw her head back in a silent scream as he plunged himself into the hilt.
"Yukino!" he groaned into her neck.
She wriggled her hips in search of leverage and, finding none, realized with a fresh flood of arousal that she would, indeed, have to just let him do her.
She wound her other leg around Hayato's waist, his grip and the wall at her back the only things needed to keep her aloft as he drove into her. There was a shelf next to her head, its occupants rattling with Hayato's furious thrusts, and something was definitely going to fall — but who cares! She was having a time of her life!
So this was what her sister had been raving about, she thought deliriously, her pussy clutching his delicious rod within, drenching her panties and thighs with a steady flow of responsive juice. Her head tilted against the blade of his shoulders, her breathing ragged, as the tension in her body curved upwards into an exponential spike
"I-I want something genuine."
All of a sudden, that memory appeared. The memory of her husband, way back then in their highschool, pouring his heart out to her. That fateful moment which changed her life, for better — no, for worse.
But now, to her surprise, it didn't bother her all much.
Something genuine. Heh, what a farce!
Yukino began to laugh, only to have the sound become a long, low moan as he hit her in just the right spot. "Ohh! That's good!" she said, squeezing him with her legs. "Just like that!"
He made a little grunt of obeisance, and shifted his angle a bit. Yukino's world exploded into a supernova of pleasure, as he hit her in the right spot with every stroke.
"God! that's so good!" she whimpered, her eyes rolling back in her head, her fists clenching and unclenching wildly, still captive and unable to find the place they seek. "I love having you inside me!"
Hayato swore, his hips stuttering, but did not stop. And neither did Yukino.
"Fuck me harder, baby!" she panted, her voice pitching higher as hot tendrils of pleasure drew into a tight knot in her belly. "Make my pussy good and sore!" She bit his neck. "I want to spend the rest of this meeting with your cum running down my legs."
Hayato picked up his pace, moaning something that sounded vaguely like her name, but it didn't matter because he hit her right there and she's coming!
She let out a strangled noise, digging her heels into his bum to pull him closer, and he obliged, fucking her harder and deeper as she clenched around him, and stuff has definitely fallen off that shelf now, but he didn't seem to care as he pounded her into oblivion, sounds of bliss spilling from his lips.
He shifted his grip, pinning her bodily to the wall as he slipped his hand between them to find her too-sensitive clit.
"Hayato," she protested weakly, writhing helplessly against his ministrations. "It's too much, I am already finished —"
"But I've not finished with you," he growled — he actually growled — and if Yukino wasn't flooded before, she sure as hell is now — sinking his teeth into her lower lip, his thumb drawing circles over her clit in time with the thrusts of his hips.
"And you, my love, are not finished until I have declared it so."
Yukino groaned, her head falling back against the wall as she felt her spent body hurtling toward another orgasm.
"You're the boss, baby," she rasped.
Hayato did not respond, or maybe she simply couldn't hear him over the blood rushing in her ears as tendrils of pleasure overtook her again, this time with Hayato right alongside her, his moan only slightly muted by sinking his teeth into her shoulder.
It took a full minute for them to catch their breath.
Finally, Yukino sighed. "Oh my God, Hayato."
Hayato gave her a shy little smile that looked so utterly out of place on the guy who just nailed her to the wall, that Yukino couldn't help but giggle.
"That was definitely most enjoyable."
"Yeah it was."
Hayato gently let her down, steadying her on slightly wobbly legs before diligently rubbing feeling back into the wrists he'd held captive, kissing each hand as he finished.
Yukino smiled, rising up on her toes to kiss him. "You are just the cutest thing."
Hayato looped his arm through hers. "I believe that we should now return to the meeting, lest we be missed."
"Of course," Yukino agreed, allowing him to escort her back to the party.