Existence bleeds away
Unsure touch takes him in hand, inelegant strokes driving him mad. He pants, his breath uneven as she explores and learns. As she seeks to give pleasure she only now understands.
"Kago—" His voice breaks, hips pitching forward into her hand, her soft palm like silk against his flesh.
He groans, leaning down to bury his face in her hair.
When she pulls him closer, he kisses her neck.
And when it tickles her, he smiles.
It's clumsy and new but sweeter and more precious than he deserves.
And everything is wholly perfect in its imperfection.
