Rating: M
Words: 893
Atsushi was the kind of lover who always made sure his partner was taken care of.
That went in more ways than one- he put her pleasure above his own, yes, but he also put her comfort and safety first. He never got started without knowing he had condoms at hand, and he never skipped foreplay for making sure there was no uncomfortable chafing involved in penetration. It was almost unromantic, the way he sometimes had to push Iku out of bed to get her to pee after sex ("Look it up," he ordered with a stern look as she gawked at him the first time he insisted she use the toilet afterward). Still, even with his borderline mother-hen ministrations, any irritation with his nagging couldn't perforate the cloud of bliss around Iku following his standard sweet, slow, passionate lovemaking. Not when she could still feel his stiff member hitting just the right spot, limbs still pliant and trembling from the incredibly satisfying orgasm he brought her to, or his lips and hands caressing the most sensitive parts of her body. She just did as she was told and mostly let him lead, since he was far better at it than her.
As she lay with her head tucked up underneath his chin, still-flushed cheek pressed to his warm collarbone, Iku wondered if he'd always been like that. She was inexperienced, but how much of Atsushi's sexual prowess was instinctual? She liked to think that his seemingly latent ability to render her utterly euphoric in bed stemmed from a passionate love for her, but even Atsushi wasn't perfect at everything on the first go. Iku tilted her head up to regard his peaceful expression. His regular breathing alerted her to his still-conscious state, but he lay with his eyes closed, one arm cinched around her back. She really didn't want to think about Atsushi in bed with another woman, even in the distant past, but she also wanted to confirm how she was an exception from his past lover(s?).
"Atsushi-san?" They were alone in the hotel room, but she couldn't help but whisper anyway. Atsushi lazily opened one eye to look at her, humming in question. The sound reverberated through her body from where she was pressed up against him. At the last minute, she changed her question-"Have you ever been in love before?"
He opened the other eye and turned his gaze to the ceiling above them, appearing somewhat caught off-guard by the sudden question. "...No," he admitted at length. "Not until now." He still wasn't looking at her, but with so little space between their naked bodies, he must have felt her heart skip at that. She could feel her cheeks warm up with pleasure, and tried to hold back her helpless grin as he went on. "I guess I had a girlfriend or two in high school, but after that… Komaki dated while we were training at the Library Academy, but I didn't so much. I probably only had one real girlfriend that whole time. I was single-mindedly focused on training." Iku's smile softened as she gazed at him fondly, catching another glimpse into the past of the man she loved.
"That's so like you." At last, he turned his head to look at her.
"Not to mention, it's kind of hard to catch a date when you're a 165cm "bastard midget"," he teased her, squeezing his arm around her in faux reprimand. Iku laughed louder than she intended at the unexpected jab. She tucked her head back underneath his chin, sighing contentedly. In the blanket of silence that settled over them, punctuated only by Atsushi's soft, sleepy breathing, Iku's thoughts turned back to his experience. Atsushi didn't strike her as a one-night-stand kind of guy, even in his rash younger days. Then, if he hadn't had that many girlfriends in the past, he couldn't have had sex with women before her that many times, and that meant…
"... just naturally good at it, then?" Iku accidentally let her thoughts slip out in the smallest of murmurs, feeling excitement thrill through her body at the idea. Unfortunately for her, of course, Atsushi heard her, opening both eyes and tilting his chin to look at her again. After a beat of silence, Iku realized her mistake, and her flush spread to her shoulders in embarrassment. "I-! That is… I meant…." As she stammered for an excuse, Atsushi slowly, deliberately turned over in bed, sliding Iku off of his body to lay on her back as he leaned over her. Mentally imploding, Iku covered her face with her hands, giving up on words.
"I thought I wore you out earlier, only to find you still thinking about it?" Atsushi teased her in a devastatingly low voice, tinged with amusement, that turned those tendrils of excitement into full-on arousal. Iku peeked between her fingers, catching his small, impish grin and the fondness softening his usually sharp eyes. "Can't get enough samples of my natural skill?" The growing need in the pit of her stomach made her bold enough to push her embarrassment aside for a moment.
"Maybe…" she lifted her hands from her face, sliding her hands up his chest to wrap her arms around his neck. "You could show me one more time?"
Atsushi, as always, took good care of her.