There was something horribly indecent about having a man in her room. As soon as they'd stepped into the house, Kahoko's heart had started beating wildly. Nervously, she'd walked over to the kitchen table, where she saw a note left by her mother. Dinner was in the fridge. Phone numbers to contact in case of an emergency. Will be back late, so lock the door and don't wait up.
Yunoki's arms had slipped around her waist, his silken voice sighing one word into her ear.
"Perfect."
What number was she supposed to call in this instance?
Now he was there, stretched out on her bed. Her bed. The one she'd slept on for years in perfect innocence. She entertained the thought of crying, but she was busy shaking with fear and tension.
The curtains were open, and the low sun filled her room with light. It hit her then, as Yunoki's nimble fingers removed her clothing, as she kept her eyes fixed on stuffed bears, on framed photographs of family, as his lips and tongue wandered across her trembling body. Bathed in golden light, she realized that her childhood was over.
She almost opened her mouth to blame him for it, to let the tears run down her face and to ask him to please, please give it back, because she wasn't ready. Instead she glanced at one of the windows. "You don't think the neighbors can see?"
"Hmm." He sat up and followed her gaze. "No, it's too far and there are trees in between." He cupped her chin in his hands and turned her face to his. "Look at me."
She obeyed, and immediately regretted it. His eyes smoldered, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she broke down. Already, he was kissing her, his lips fierce and bruising, and she was pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.
"I need you," he gasped. Kahoko shivered at the desire in his voice, and she nodded her consent.
She was reminded of the first time. He was no more gentle than before, taking her with little warning and moving quickly, roughly. If she didn't know any better, she would think that his control was slipping.
She cried out as he pushed himself fully inside her. She opened her eyes, surprised to see his eyebrows drawn together, his lips parted as he lost himself in pleasure. "Say it," he whispered, his voice roughened with need. "Please, just say it."
Her hips moved up against his automatically, and Kahoko whimpered as he increased the tempo. "Kahoko," he begged, "please!" He shifted slightly and she cried out, her back arching against him. "Ah—"
"Yes…just, yes."
She formed his name with her lips, but was unable to find her voice. The tension was building, she was going to…she was going to…With a groan, Yunoki thrust forward with more force than ever before.
There.
Kahoko twisted her fingers into his hair and screamed his name for all she was worth.
Azuma. Azuma.
He cried out, something wordless and unintelligible. They collapsed onto her bed, their chests heaving as their breathing slowed. Eyes closed, Yunoki whispered that one word again.
"Perfect."