OkiKagu Week 2018

Prompt 3: Routine

Author's Notes: PG-13, Limey?

Drabble, drabble, drabble.


It was every Tuesday after 7PM at the love motel about 5km from their respective work places. Sometimes, when Okita had a weekend off it would be an endless marathon.

Room 312.

Okita would be the first to arrive to the room, lounging on the sofa with his uniform half way undone.

Kagura would always be late making the excuse that her own work kept her up.

He would complain, and she would refute as she undressed.

Arguments would get loud and turn into soft moans.

Kisses on the mouth weren't allowed. Kagura wanted it to be her first to be special. Everything else was free for the taking.

Okita didn't care, all he wanted was sex. He was fine without the kisses on the mouth. Though, he loved kissing her other lips to make her toes curl.

Kagura was in it mostly for curiosity.

She fought aliens and other monsters, however, the male anatomy was puzzling to her. She was too embarrassed to ask her father, and when the subject of sex came up with Gintoki he pretended to hear nothing and shut her up with more food. Shinpachi was a forever a virgin, so no luck there.

The subject came up after a sparring session at the park. Taking a water break, Kagura blurted the topic, rambling it was not fair that she was not formally educated about it and didn't have anyone else to talk about it. Okita coolly offered to answer all her questions, even use himself has a demonstration, and suggested that they use each other for practice.

Initially, she was thrilled to learn, now it became an unhealthy, empty habit. Her libido was through the roof and Okita was happy to oblige her cravings. However, in her heart, it felt like something was missing…