Happy Wednesday, everyone!

Please read before you continue: With today's theme (lust) this kiss is a little steamier than the previous ones. And, while in my culture here where I live, none of the following would be considered for an adult rating AT ALL and totally be rated the equivalent of T (here in my parts of Europe healthy sexual themes without violence that are much much muuuuch more explicit than this would still get a T, while many violent (non-sexual) themes that the US rate as T would get a very fast M), I do think in the US this kiss might be seen as a mild-ish M. But, I've decided that just because of one steamy and appreciative daydream in 50 chapters, I am not going to yank up the rating for the whole fic. However, just to be sure, this chapter is rated differently than the rest of the fic: Other than the rest of this fic, this chapter is rated a (VERY mild) M. So, please skip it if you're underage for these things in your country, or if these things are not to your liking.

However, this little story is definitely very sex-positve as all my work is, depicting loving partners in a healthy dynamic as is understood in the year 2019, and the characters are of age, and I blend out before stuff happens, so… ;)

Anyway, I hope you have fun with this!

A Kiss Out Of Lust

He had a problem.

A very stiff, very hard, very pressing problem.

Ami had called it a weird anomaly. Maybe a stray daimon egg, or someone messing with dark magic they shouldn't have, maybe an angry spirit. Either way, it had been laughably easy to defeat, even if Usagi had been particularly clumsy due to the early hour of the morning. After only a little fuss, the thing - whatever it was - had been defeated, just right before his first class began. He even got there in time, even if he'd had to rush from the scene.

…Maybe he shouldn't have rushed from the scene.

Mamoru had no clue what was wrong. He couldn't remember any substance he got into contact with during the fight that could have caused… this. Whatever this was.

It had gotten worse throughout the day.

He'd been relatively fine starting out, his mind not unusually preoccupied seeing he had just seen his girlfriend suited up and fighting an enemy for the first time in months, and he wasn't used to the sight anymore and it Did Things to him on any good day, especially when he'd been keeping his distance to let her study in piece for her final graduation exams. And so, starting out, he hadn't thought anything the matter. His mind drifting off to the way she flushed in action, to the coy and proud smile she'd shot him when she'd kicked some weird-spirit ass, her soft skin when he lifted her out of the trajectory, the way she stretched and yawned and gave him a happy kiss on his nose when it was all over like the friggin adorable person she was.

Sailor Moon turned him on. That wasn't news. That was normal. What was not normal was the way it seemed to have taken over every single thought in his mind.

The thoughts about her soft skin turned into fantasies that made him flush and uncomfortable because he wasn't like that he wasn't so lewd, he didn't think about flipping the skirt of her Fuku up and nudging the bodice aside and burrowing himself into her with her heavy panting against his throat as he did it again and again, right the second he could steal her away straight from the battle, that was not where his mind went, except it apparently now did.

By the time his second class of the day rolled around in direct succession, he wasn't able to take notes anymore.

Legs crossed uncomfortably to hide his problem, he was an absolute mess. The seminar was on the musculoskeletal system, one of the most unsexy things one could imagine, except his imagination today was dialed up to a hundred and the muscoloskeletal system did include legs. Usagi's legs. Usagi's legs thrown across his shoulders, Usagi's legs clamped around his waist, his hands digging into the pink flesh to hold her up, Usagi's thighs as he spread them apart slowly, running his hands softly up the insides until she opened up for him with a sigh and a whimper, Usagi's thighs as they straddled his face.

He didn't make it to his lunch-time study group. He really barely made it home. He had to transform and take the scenic roof-top route because there was no way he could sit on the metro with that insistent, troubling, infuriatingly distracting boner.

Back home, cold shower didn't help, taking… care of it …didn't help, and he was staring at his ceiling in despair with his hair still wet from his shower and in just his tented sweatpants (cause looking at it made him even more uncomfortable), contemplating how he would ever find the courage to pick up his phone and call for Ami's expertise and find words to explain his current problematic situation which wouldn't make him die a thousand deaths in embarrassment in the process and also never travel to Minako's ears.

He refrained from shouting all the relieved profanity through his apartment when Sailor Moon burst through his open balcony door.

She came to a stop in front of his couch, looking down at him and his problem with hooded eyes and heaving breaths and flushed skin, and a look that would have undressed him had he been more dressed.

He cried out for real when she de-transformed, both because no more Fuku and because the exploding ribbons left her naked for a second and god no, why, don't, no, don't go back to CLOTHES…

The frustrated cry was swallowed by her mouth as she launched herself into his lap and that was painful because his problem was so painful, and he cried out again when she settled onto it fully and groaned into his mouth in exactly the same way.

"Were we drugged?" she whimpered against his ear when his teeth found her collarbone.

"I think so," he said, hands up her shirt and throwing it behind him because really, why the hell would she be wearing clothes?

"Do we care?" she rasped when he lifted her up from his lap by the hips to yank at her pants.

"No," he growled, and shook his head so hard it almost made him dizzy. He pulled her back towards his lips, groaning at the way her mouth was kind of paradise and her tongue was all sorts of way too talented at making him whimper and beg and really, this wasn't such a problem, after all, was it?

Obvious Setting Tag: Post-Stars