A/N: I'm posting this fast, because I'm super excited for this and everything after it. Enjoy!

After folding the yukata Takasugi had given her, Kinu found him in the same room as the night before. The door had been left open, and he was preoccupied with placing a cup and bottle of sake in the center of the low table when she crept into the room. Despite her lack of noise, the man took notice of her presence. Smoothly cast a look over his shoulder, and left it at that.

Hand on the door behind her, Kinu carefully eased it shut.

Now what? She had him alone. Had all the opportunity in the world to throw herself at him and try to touch him to her heart's content until he was forced to react, but that didn't seem to be enough to get to him. He'd just deflect. Pry her off and remind her that he didn't like women, or however he phrased it, and that would be the end of it.

"Oi," Her voice came smaller than intended, but the man paused when she spoke. "do something to me…" What was she saying? That was the least suave way to approach him. She had no finesse. Didn't know how to imply that she wanted him to do whatever it was he'd been talking about, or how to ask what their boundaries were.

"Like what?" Though his tone had been normal his expression was unusually sharp. The man motioned to the spot in front of him. Beckoned her over. With only a short pause, Kinu obliged, unsure of what to make of the way he looked at her.

As soon as she stopped in front of him, the one eyed man leaned towards her, murmuring into her ear.

"Get on your knees."

Frowning, Kinu met his olive eye. Why? She didn't know what had come over her when she'd spoken to him, but she was positive most encounters with women on their knees resulted in blow jobs, and while Kinu had read all about those, she wasn't confident in her execution of the techniques beauty magazines listed. She didn't even have a pineapple.

Even so, Takasugi was waiting for a reaction. Outright refusal, or the obvious question. Instead, she lowered herself, still looking up at him as his fingertips brushed the fringe from her face and scooped her hair into a pile.

Kinu didn't move as the man looked down on her, and he felt his stomach weave into a knot that mirrored his grasp. The view would be as striking as he anticipated. Slightly mismatched eyes looking up at him, and multitoned hair tangled around his fist. She'd only hesitated a second before doing as he'd said, and again, he wondered how far he could push her. How thoroughly she'd let him control her.

Pressing his thumb into the delicate pink of her bottom lip, he tried to imagine it, and Kinu continued to eye him as he pulled her forward, only enough to angle her head back.

Her shirt had been buttoned.

"Can I take a picture of you?"

Mind reeling, Kinu started to answer, but the thumb against her lips dipped into her mouth. Only for a second, but her heart had already started to pound.

"Hm."

That sounded like a yes to Takasugi. His suspicion was confirmed when he dragged his thumb across the girl's lips again, taking in the warmth and softness.

"If it's only for you…"

He had to look away. Why was she so damn sweet? He'd heard her nervousness, despite her tone being even, just dripping with honey. Squeezing his eye shut, Takasugi willed himself to calm down. Hand still in her hair, he pulled the girl back and kneeled in front of her. His free hand started on the buttons of her shirt, passing the three mark for a fourth that uncovered the ornate edges of a black bra.

Head back, Kinu grasped the fabric over his thigh as he lifted the hem of her skirt, just over the dark lines of her garter. In a perfect world, he'd shove her backwards, and already be inside of her. It wasn't a perfect world though; they were in an unlocked, public room, and he knew better than to try.

This would have to suffice.

Standing again, the man pulled his phone from his yukata. He tugged Kinu in place, and she peered up at him, flushed. Her lower lip was darker. As though she'd been biting it the entire time. It was perfect.

Everything about the image he captured, including her sudden demure expression was stunning. Using the hair bunched under his fist, he straightened her head. Forced her to look directly up at him for another picture that was more tempting than the last.

She was surprisingly photogenic.

Easing the girl into a sitting position, he looked over her again. Kinu was locked onto the floor, legs tucked under her, and hands folded in her lap. Just one more picture.

Only one.

Then she could go. He released his grip on her, and her hair tumbled over her shoulders and down her back. Takasugi was already kneeling in front of her, phone on the ground as his hand slid up her knee, pushing her legs apart.

His lips grazed her ear as his hands coaxed her to follow his instruction.

"You look divine…" The surface of Kinu's skin erupted in goosebumps and she glanced down at the hand posted between her legs. "Good enough to eat…"

Her face had already been burning hot, but now, she was speechless. Why was she reacting like this? Kinu was unable to think of anything but the scent of tobacco, and the way his hands skimmed over her. Feather light, the back of his fingers grazed her underwear, and Takasugi frowned at the contact.

"Look at you, you're soaking wet… Open your legs."

"Sorry…" She couldn't help it. She really couldn't. Everything about this was too much for her, and as much as she wanted the man to want her, she knew that it couldn't happen and that made it worse. Hell, even if he wasn't gay, she knew it couldn't happen.

"Wider… a little more… " The words were barely a breath as Takasugi pushed her knees once more, and she squirmed in place. He wanted to devour her there. What had appeared as a single dark strip down her underwear was quickly revealed to have spread to her thighs, near invisible but the knot in Takasugi's abdomen twisted.

He'd barely touched her. How was she so wet when he hadn't done anything? He was half tempted to bury his face between her thighs and pin her to the floor. Refuse to let her up until she begged.

Kinu shifted in place, and blocked his view. She watched him from the corners of her eyes, still flushed, and mute. As bold as she'd been in the past, he was surprised she'd make a face like that, or show any sign of modesty, and that made it all the more fun.

"Move your hands…" Despite her questioning look, she allowed Takasugi to spread her palms across the floor, and secure the pose he'd wanted, murmuring under his breath. "That's perfect."

Kinu didn't move as he snapped another quick picture and his starved gaze returned to her. There really wasn't enough privacy for anything else. He didn't care. Grasping her waist, he dragged the girl forward, and she raised to her knees, avoiding his gaze.

"Don't show anybody…"

"You have my word." To think that she'd let him put her in those positions without so much as a question. He needed to put a collar on her. Hell, even if he'd leave eventually, maybe she'd wait for him. Be patient. His mouth met the dip of her collarbone, and she gripped his shoulders as he squeezed her against himself.

"Ah- wait-"

He couldn't help it. Takasugi had been so perfectly controlled for so long while she pranced around with her stupid novel quotes and let him do far too many things to her, even after ripping her efforts at tempting him away. His tongue slipped across her throat, and Kinu let out a sound that wound him tighter.

His palm filled with a generous handful of her ass, and she tensed; caught somewhere between rubbing across his shoulders to return the desperate need for contact, and pushing him back with the opposite hand.

"O- oi-" He couldn't take this anymore. "Tak- wait-" Her button up slipped down her shoulders, and as Takasugi started to tug her bra down, Kinu caught his hand and his jaw, suddenly closer, and pressing her forehead into his. "What can't I do?" Breathe. That was the easy answer. For once, Kinu had the privilege of actually touching him. Holding onto him, and feeling the Grecian angle of his jaw and perfectly formed muscles for herself.

She was awful. He was roguishly handsome.

An olive eye finally raised to meet her, and the man frowned as his arm squeezed around the small of her back.

"What?"

"I don't want to break our relationship. So tell me… What would break it? Where's the line I can't cross?"

She couldn't be serious. He'd been keeping to her boundaries since she'd stepped foot on his ship. Takasugi didn't even bother with her questions. Wasn't it obvious? Instead, he nearly gasped back to her.

"Let me have you-" Her bra came down without interruption this time, and he only looked for a second before his mouth was back on her, and his tongue was slipping across the pink peaks of her nipples. The moan he earned sent his hands into a frenzy against her clothes; ripping the rest of her shirt from her arms and torn between dragging her skirt up and yanking it down with her underwear.

He wanted to lick every inch of her. She met his tongue with another moan as he dragged her over his lap, and hooked his fingers under the edge or her skirt; finding a zipper by some miracle. When his yukata slipped down his arms he shrugged out of it and wasted no time in returning his hands to the girl and her tight little waist. She managed to free herself from her skirt, and he snagged her by the hair to force her to his lap.

Ever the adventurer, Kinu reached under his yukata, encouraged by his hand on her head, and the sound in the back of his throat when she found him. Rather, he found her, and sprang up the moment she pulled his boxers aside. Kinu met his eye. Still yearning. When her hand wrapped around him, he groaned. Had expected her to be feather light, but she had surprised him. He guided her forward, and the tip of her tongue touched him. Testing.

A deep sigh ran through him as she took him into her mouth, and he looked up at the ceiling, willing himself not to let the idea alone finish him.

"Mind your teeth." He hated this. Loved the thrill of looking down at Kinu clumsily navigating her way around him. How inexperienced was she? It didn't make sense. As he looked down at her, he found the girl a blank canvas for him to fill; trying to fit him into her mouth entirely, with no success. She listened well though. Let him instruct her, and thrust into her warmth, so long as he didn't gag her too much.

"Use your tongue more." The sensation of the her obedience washed over him, and he grasped her hand, still around his shaft. Encouraged her to pump. This was exactly as he'd pictured when he'd told her to get on her knees, but he hadn't dreamed it would be so soon. The first sign was when his hips bucked. "I'm gonna come-" He tried to warn her, but she didn't stop. Tore a groan from deep in his stomach as he rocked into her mouth more daringly. Built up that ravenous space inside as the sensation of losing himself rushed over him. A pair of mismatched eyes met him.

Takasugi felt himself shoot into the back of her throat, and doubled over her, grunting and ramming into her. She backed away, but his fist kept her over him until he had nothing more to give, and when he looked down at her again, she was wiping the edges of her mouth. She'd swallowed.

This wasn't fair.

Kinu was entirely unprepared when she was forced back and the man's mouth plastered over hers again. Her back hit the tatami, and she leaned up, grasping the back of his head as his teeth grazed her breasts and his tongue slid down her stomach and sides.

"No- wait-" How could he put his mouth there? She'd only showered in the afternoon, not before getting dressed and finding him again. Regardless, his mouth met her and every muscle in her body constricted as she gasped at the new sensation; unsure of what to do with herself, or her hands. "Oh- please- wait-"

Peering up from between her legs, the man wrapped an arm around the back of her thigh. His palm flattened against the other, trying to pry it open.

"The safe word is pineapple." Great, more of those. "If you want me to stop, say it."

Hand over her mouth, Kinu shook her head, and the man offered a wry smirk. Then he was back on her, and another chorus of moans filled the room as she gripped the back of his head. She couldn't keep her legs open. Kept trying to force them shut on him, especially when a single digit broke its way into her, and she squeaked in an odd combination of pain and pleasure that was entirely unlike anything she had ever experienced.

Overwhelmed, Kinu's grip on his hair tightened as he bit her thigh. He couldn't get a second finger into her, not for lack of trying, but when he offered a generous suck that centered around her clit, her entire body curled. It felt as though she'd shrieked.

She clenched. Could have broken his finger. Takasugi was pushed away as Kinu curled onto her side, rigid and still groaning into her palms.

Was she already finished? He'd barely touched her! Had only ran his tongue over her a few times before having to fight a finger into her and wrestle her thighs. It was a wonder they hadn't been caught, because she had absolutely no control over her voice, and was possibly the most sensitive woman he'd ever gotten his hands on.

Every single centimeter of Kinu's body felt raw. She peered back at the man, panting, and unsure of what to do now that she was exhausted, but that single look was enough to show that he was already hard again.

More? How wasn't he as tired as she was?! She knew that wasn't the actual sex part, but she'd read that men were the ones that fell asleep afterwards, and that women could keep going, why wasn't that happening right now?! Her body was a filthy traitor, and nothing she had read could have prepared her for the actual feeling of an orgasm, or what it did to her. She pushed herself up, and as soon as she was close enough Takasugi pulled her back over himself. Had her by the hips, and was pushing her down.

Okay. She was on top. So she just had to put it in and move a little. That was simple enough. Kinu wrapped her hand around him, and nipped at his lower lip as she tried to ease down over him. He pressed into her, solid and ready, but nothing happened.

Frowning, she looked down at his lap and tried again. Lowered herself. This time the attempt was painful. She was wet, what was the problem?

"Erm…" Embarrassed, the girl met his eye for a split second before returning her attention to the issue at hand. "I don't think it's gonna fit…"

Takasugi pulled back from her, frowning.

"What? It's not that big."

The girl mimicked his expression, looking down again. What was he talking about? Yes it was! She'd seen the pictures! She knew what they were supposed to look like and his was definitely bigger! Squinting at the man, Kinu shook her head.

"It doesn't fit."

Though she fully anticipated a serious, proper solution, the one eyed man turned his head and caught his laugh in his palm. His hands found her hips, and once again she was against the floor, peering up at him.

"I can make it." He pressed into her, and a sound Kinu hadn't anticipated escaped her as he was successful. The man drew back, only enough to force another pained cry from her as he thrusted again, and Kinu's eyes watered. It was supposed to feel good, right?

Takasugi met her open mouthed silence with a solid groan of his own, and leaned onto his forearm, over her shoulder.

"Fuck-"

She couldn't take it. The weight of him; pressing against her. The pain, and the low sound curling in his throat.

"Oh- don't move-" She was barely able to choke the muffled words out into the crook of his neck.

"Don't try to run now." His lips curled at the sight of her flushed cheeks. The way her head turned, as if she was actually embarrassed, or had a shred of modesty hidden in her. This didn't make any sense. She was painfully tight. His hips rocked against hers, and Kinu dragged him down, louder than he'd anticipated.

Shushing her, Takasugi scooped her mouth up with his and locked her into a kiss. He buried himself the rest of the way, groaning as she bit his lower lip then nearly smothered him in her chest. She rocked further up the floor, but was firmly pulled back against the solid barrier of the man's frame and a mutual slip of the voice passed between them. His next motion came more naturally. Smoother but still pained.

She relished the sound he made when her nails raked across his back. Didn't even want to breathe, for fear that he would disappear. Kinu wanted to suffocate in him; her body dissolving under his touch, ground away by the pressure of his hips against hers.

Their lips broke apart with a gasp that let on that Takasugi was as breathless as she. He pulled back, glancing over her once as his fingers pressed into her again, rubbing a line across her button, then he frowned. The man leaned up. Was immediately aware of the crimson splotch against this abdomen.

"Kinu, you're bleeding-" What? The girl caught a glimpse of his skin, then his red fingertips, which he was still studying. She covered herself as best she could with her hand and forearm. Looked away as quickly as she'd seen it, because she didn't want to tell him. The magazines had said that most people didn't bleed. They'd told her that riding a bike had broken her hymen, and nobody would be able to tell the difference. "God- are you a virgin?"

Well, yeah, but not anymore.

Everything had come to a halt. Kinu didn't know what she expected, but it wasn't his hands framing her face, clearing her bangs from her tearful eyes and stroking her wet cheeks before tracing the lines of her neck and jaw.

"Why didn't you say anything? I would have gone slower; been gentle."

"I didn't want you to be gentle…" She leaned into his palm, blinking away the glossy evidence of his crimes. "It's okay, it doesn't hurt as much, now." The leg around his thigh tightened, and Kinu pushed back towards him. Prompted him to continue. Though the man was slow to move, that seemed to do the trick. Again, the world of sensations rippled through Kinu in a muddled haze and she buried her voice in his shoulder, digging her nails into his back as her tongue slipped across his neck. He didn't ask her again. Forgoed the questions in favor of granting her request and flooding her senses with the bittersweet combination of pain and pleasure.

And he couldn't believe it. As hard as she'd come onto him, and thrown herself at him nearly every chance she got. He couldn't stop now.

Even if there was a special place in hell reserved for the defilers of innocence. He just wanted a piece of her. Something tangible, that proved that he hadn't been hallucinating the electricity or the distanced toying of their lust despite being across the room or the counter when they spoke.

He wanted to ruin her. In all her youth and naivety; render the doll impure and nothing but a slave to his whims. He wanted, in some tiny corner of his being, to keep her. Especially after realization had dawned on him. She was his. Completely, undoubtedly his, and nobody else's. Her muscles spasmed around him, and he nearly met his end before croaking to the girl.

"Wait- don't- I'm still inside of you-"

"T- Takasugi- san-"

The one eyed man released a breath that bordered a laugh. Nipped at her earlobe, murmuring.

"Shinsuke- we're far past that."

That skyrocketed her pulse. Even in this position, writhing against him, she was aware of the implications. The indecency. A finger pressed against her and she sank back, taking him with her. Her stomach twisted, as he carefully stroked her button and her legs locked around his hips and thigh.

"I can't-" She whimpered. Deliciously low and painful, his name broke through the haze welling inside of him and he plunged further into the girl despite his better judgment. Roughened his motions. As soon as he kissed her, he was met with the full force of her grasp. Leading him down. Over her.

He couldn't take this any more. He needed release. Takasugi's lower lip was nipped, and a groan rumbled deep in his throat as he ran his thumb over her warmth.

Kinu clawed him in place, but more so, held herself afloat as she clenched again. Tried to keep herself from dissolving into him. Into nothingness. And then it happened. Lightning struck her. Takasugi's forehead fell to her shoulder, and he released a breath far longer than the last. Kinu arched into him, swearing and gasping in his ear. Her nails dug into his back and he buried himself as far as he could, spilling into the girl with a wave of euphoria and a catch of his voice.

Mind reeling, he patiently waited for her to come back down. For himself to reboot, the arms that were desperately clinging to him to loosen, and the hand that had bunched in his hair to wilt away.

When they finally did, he dug his way up, and frowned down at the girl under him.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," Kinu turned her head, suspiciously eyeing him as he pushed himself to his knees, and carefully retracted his touch. "I meant to pull out."

"You came inside me?" Her eyes went wide, and she sat up as the man squeezed the bridge of his nose.

"Well-" He tripped over his words, trying to find proper justification. "You came first! I told you not to!"

"I couldn't help it! Don't you have tons of experience? Shouldn't you be able to-"

"It's not the same." Cutting into whatever ungodly accusation was coming his way, the one eyed man palmed his forehead. This was fine. He could fix it. "It's okay." He stated, but the look on her face suggested the exact opposite. "Just... There are pills for this…"

"Where? It doesn't help if they're on earth-"

"In the bathroom, genius."

Speechless, Kinu watched as the man stood and pulled his yukata over himself. He left the room for only a few minutes before returning with a bottled water, a cloth, and exactly as he'd said. A pill in a plastic and foil container. She read the fine print on the back, and none of the symptoms were instant death. So she guessed she trusted him. It was labeled properly, the morning after pill, and she popped it without hesitation.

Didn't want anything to do with actual children of her own. As soon as she got it down, Takasugi chuckled to himself, and slid the cloth between her thighs. She took it, clearing the remnants of blood away, then turning to the splotch on the floor.

Takasugi lit his pipe. That was possibly the best sex he'd had in a long time. He hadn't reached his end so quickly in years. Even the scare at the end; he felt like a teenager.

"Just turn the mat over."

The man reached for the tatami, but Kinu turned it first, suddenly pale as it came up.

"Oi... This thing's..." She held the supposedly fresh side up, revealing multiple trails and spots of dark, long dried blood. "Is this your virginity mat?"

"What kind of image do you have of me?!" Snatching the mat he shoved it back into the floor, opting for the side with a single splotch.

"What are we gonna do? People are gonna see this and I don't think I can get it out..." As Kinu was staring down at the stain, the table was shoved beside her and turned to an odd angle. Takasugi dropped a pillow on top of the mark, and she fixed her dead blue eyes on him as he stood there.

"Good as new."

She could strangle him.

"It's obviously hiding something."

"What makes you say that? This table has always been here." Taking a seat, Takasugi reclaimed his pipe and deadpanned back at the girl. A single snort escaped her.

"That's not funny, that's dangerous." Despite her words, she crawled over to the man and was met with a pleasing lock of his lips. He pulled her back into his lap, not caring that she was naked as he drew his pipe to his mouth and wrapped his open yukata around her form.

"Dangerous and fun…" He murmured, and she hummed a note of agreement.

"It's not the only thing…" She said back, equally low, and peering at the upside down man.

"Now, now Kitten, don't spoil me... I may keep you." The pipe was suspended in front of Kinu and she glanced back once before accepting. Tobacco burned far more than what she was used to smoking, but she couldn't complain. Didn't have the energy to do anything but lean back into him and close her eyes.

Bask in all the affection she hadn't had until now.