Act 62
Authors Chat: You would think this would be an easy chapter to write. WRONG! my inner Ren was soooooo conflicted on what to do. Took the perfect song to make up my/Ren's mind what to do.
That being said... -thoughts- "speech" *sounds*
Disclaimer: all the usual applies. Characters etc. the work of Nakamura Yoshiki.
Ren looked at her incredulously. One half of his brain screaming "oh God YES!" The other half saying "she's innocent. Don't despoil her you filthy man!"
The internal fight was like an eagle fighting a bunny though - not really a fight at all. No matter how the bunny screamed, the eagle would still have his meal.
His eyes darkened as he looked at Kyoko and leaned in to place his forehead on her own.
"If you're sure..." he left the rest unsaid, not wanting to give her the option to back out, yet not refusing to let her if she wasn't absolutely sure of her choice.
Kyoko looked in his eyes and nodded her assent, untrusting of her own voice. What if she tried to say 'yes' but instead freaked out? That wasn't what she wanted, though her true nature often took over in panic moments.
Kyoko moved to stand up, only to be pulled back down into Ren's arms. "Where are you going?"
She looked to the bedroom and indicated with her head.
"No. Bedrooms dangerous. Here." It was his Emperor of the Night expression.
"H-here?!" Kyoko squeaked. He nodded. She moved toward the wall, again, to be pulled back down to him.
"Lights stay on. I want to see you."
As if it was possible for her to get any redder. They were so exposed here! The bedroom at least offered some simblance of privacy.
Ren slipped his shirt off and slid his fingertips under the edge of her shirt. He kissed her as he slowly slid his fingers up the length of her tummy, the sides of her breasts, up to her arms and then slowly lifted the shirt over her head and arms.
He breathed a sigh of appreciation as his hands slid back down her creamy skin, tingling where his fingers trailed.
He pulled her to straddle his lap, wrapping his long arms around her back and hugged her to him, looking up to her face watching for any sign of refusal.
Seeing none, he turned his head to the treat in front of him and began laying kisses in her cleavage and up around the edge of her bra.
His ministrations left her in a semi-drunk haze, as she relaxed to his caresses. There was a nervousness in the pit of her stomach, but it could not break through her fogged mind. It wasn't until Ren reached down between her thighs and unzipped his jeans that things started to get Real again for her.
Her eyes snapped clearly to his, her hands on his shoulders. The uncertainty was clear on her face.
"H-how... d-do I..."
"Shhhh. I'll guide you."
He pulled her mouth down to meet his and kissed her till she relaxed and her hands started to rove his bare chest, arms, and back. His hand found hers as she passed it over his heart, and slowly, he guided her hand south.
At the edge of his boxer briefs, he left her hand for a moment as he bucked his hips and slid his jeans down to grant access, causing Kyoko to fall against his chest, her hand slipping down to that crucial spot before she had steeled her heart. She let out a gasp in surprise as her hand met a rock hard surface straining against the briefs.
"Sorry" his voice was like velvet in her ear. he sucked in her earlobe then trailed his tongue down her neck to her collar bone and kissed up the front of her neck as he gently forced her back to sit on his legs.
He guided her hand to his errection, then slid his briefs down between her hand and his member. He watched her face for reaction as her hand came in contact with his bare sensitive skin.
"Is this your first time seeing a man?" He asked, his voice dripping with sex.
He didn't need to say the word for Kyoko to know he didn't mean any man and not by accident. She nodded as she slid her hand away to see what she was actually touching, then looked up to meet his face with a "what did I just find?!" expression.
He chuckled then said "it wouldn't be a lie of me to say I'm larger than the average Japanese man." In truth, it wouldn't be a lie to say he was considerably larger than the average five and a half inches of most men. he didn't realize that wasn't the reason she had that look. Rather than size, it was more that she didn't know what to expect. The feel of his velvety skin against her hand surprised her.
She moved her hand back over his shaft and slid her index finger up and over his head, causing him to inhale at the sensation.
-He makes that reaction from just that little touch? It must be really sensitive.-
She slid three fingers gently over his head, trailing moisture down as she circled the ridge of his circumcised penis then trailed them down to where his boxer briefs covered the rest.
He watched as her face morphed from shy embarrassment to curiosity and wondered if she completely forgot he was attached to what she was now inspecting.
He flexed a muscle, causing himself to push against her hand, and her to jump just a little in surprise.
It was hard not to laugh at her, but he didn't want to make her uncomfortable or ashamed, so he kept his mirth trapped in a lopsided grin as he watched her slowly take more of him in her hand, eventually wrapping her whole hand around his piece, then let go.
"Kyoko" he said huskily then gently brought her hand up to his face. He placed her hand on his cheek, then kissed her palm, licked up to pull her three middle fingers in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her fingers, driping saliva into them then spit on her palm.
"Ew! Ren! What was that for?!" She looked at the spit on her palm, mortified.
Ren actually blushed a bit as he said "to make things slippery. Too much dry friction doesn't feel good."
"But... spit?" She asked horrified.
He lowered her hand, demonstrating the new slickness and how to move her hand.
"Isn't there a different way? I mean besides spitting?" She couldn't get over it.
"Yes... but I don't have any products, and I don't think you would want the other way." He was slowly using her hand to stroke the length of him then let go for her to try.
He laid his head back on the sofa and watched her through heavily lidded eyes.
"What's the other way?" she started sliding her hand more vigorously, her hand starting to absorb the moisture.
His breathing was getting heavier as he said "mouth".
She noticed the changes in his breathing and sped up her movements.
Ren flinched a bit and grabbed her hand, stopping her.
"It's not a daikon for you to shred. And you need more moisture."
"I'm sorry. You looked like it felt good when I moved faster." She said, feeling bad that she had hurt him.
"Sometimes. But that was too fast." He pulled her in for a kiss to reassure her. "Do you want to watch?" He asked, taking her hand off of him and lacing his fingers with hers.
She looked flustered. "I'm sorry I'm no good Ren!"
"Shhh - it isn't that. You just don't have practice. That's to be expected since you're a girl."
He pulled her off his lap to beside him on the sofa. He was about to spit on his hand when he saw her stand in front of him. His hand in the air, he asked "what are y-"
She leaned forward, hands on his thighs and licked him from hilt to tip.
"I can do this much" she said to his shocked expression.
Ren let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. She had a cutie-honey expression as she wetted her lips with her tongue, looking up at him from his lap.
That alone was almost enough to make him finish.
He jerked her up to crushed her in a kiss and as he plundered her mouth, he stroked his head faster and faster till he was ready to blow.
He pushed her, perhaps a bit too roughly, back on the sofa as his release came.
He leaned over, one hand on the sofa beside her as he panted and shuddered in waves of orgasm, spilling the liquid heat on her belly and chest.
When the waves subsided, he looked to her face, only to be met with a statue, face froze in shock as a drop slid sideways down her cheek.
He grinned sillily as he reached his hand up to her face and wiped the drip from her cheek.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to get it on your face." He reached down to the floor and picked up his shirt then used it to wipe the mess from her belly and breasts. "You'll have to wash your bra." He wiped where the lace was coated then dropped the shirt back to the floor, leaning down to kiss her softly.
Kyokos body finally relaxed under the weight of him.
"T-t-that surprised me! Is... is it okay?"
He laughed, his face burried in her hair as he lie half on top of her.
"More than okay. I'm sorry I surprised you. And, you know, threw you down." he put his arm around her and held her close. "You should wash that off before it gets sticky."
"Um... Ren?"
"Yeah?" He said groggily.
"I can't get up."
He pushed himself off of her, smiling down at her, extended his hand to help her up, then showed her where the washcloths were so she could clean up as he did the same.
She timidly re-entered the living room to find Ren already relaxed on the sofa, one ankle across his knee, and the TV on. Everything seemed so... NORMAL. she was feeling anything but and nervously sat down on one of the end cushions like a stiff marionette.
Her mind was racing as she pretended to watch the TV program.
"What now? It's getting late. Should I ask him to take me home? Or is that too soon after... THAT... to be proper? Is there a right amount of time? If he looks at me, I'm sure to burn up like stepping foot on the sun." She glanced at him from her pereffrial vison.
He was relaxed, and watching the TV with a simple smile on his face. There was something to be said for that smile. She felt it wasn't the same as any of his usual smiles. This was something different. Peaceful almost.
"Come here" Ren grabbed her and pulled her into a cuddle as he surprised her out of her reverie.
"Thank you" he nuzzled into her hair. "I want you to know that was never my intent when I invited you to come over for dinner. I just wanted to enjoy your company."
She relaxed in his arms. "I'm sorry. It's my fault for using your computer in such a compromising way."
He squeezed her for a moment, "No, it's my fault. When I'm with you, I feel like a teenager with no self control. I didn't consider things I should have."
"Like what?" She asked.
"Like I didn't consider that if you got... messy, you might need a change of clothes. Or that I could have... no, SHOULD have thought things through a little before things got too heavy." -or that I should have taken care of things while I was in the shower beforehand.-
"Sh... should I start bringing a change of clothes with me when I visit?"
He laughed, "Not unless you intend to have a repeat of tonight..."
"M-maybe I s-should just in case." A delicate blush rose to her cheeks and flamed her ears. "Just in case I... get to practice I mean." She watched the TV, pretending to be engrossed in what the host of the show was saying,
"You are welcome to practice on me any time you wish" he grinned, then pulled her tight against his chest, lieing down to the side on the sofa, her in his warm embrace.
Not long after, the gentle sound of the two sleeping softly filled the air amidst peels of laughter of the TV studio audience.