"You look absolutely ravishing tonight," Kashima purrs into his ear before roughly pressing him against the wall and assaulting him with kisses. "I always knew you'd look amazing in a dress."
Hori tries to move his hand, but Kashima has it firmly planted in place, and he almost growls into her mouth. "I knew I said that I would do anything you wanted just this once because you made dinner, but you didn't have to force me into a dress if you just wanted to jump me."
"But taking off your dress is the fun part, and I didn't want to let that opportunity slip away," she says, releasing his arms in favor of gently running her fingers through his hair. She presses her lips above his eye and proceeds to leave a trail of searing kisses all the way down to the corner of his mouth before hungrily seeking his lips with hers. It starts out gentle and slow, but when they find their rhythm, it sparks something in Kashima. Hori lets out a gasp when he feels her tongue brush against his lips, but he eagerly opens his mouth and lets her in.
He can feel her tongue run over his and occasionally, her teeth nibbling on his lower lip. Hori can barely breathe, but he doesn't want her to stopwhatever it is she's doing to him right now. He wraps one of his legs around her, and sinks into her warmth. Her touch is electrifying and comforting at the same time, and he can't get enough of it.
"God, Kashima. How do you do that?" he grunts into her ear as her lips begin to trail downward, away from his lips. He can feel her hot breath against his neck, and her hair is in his face. She nips at his neck, and a moan escapes Hori's lips.
(He's glad it's winter because he's not going to be able to leave their apartment without a scarf now for at least a week.)
After she's done making good work of his neck, she moves down to his collarbone and slides down the straps of the dress he's wearing. He tilts his head to allow her better access and lets out another moan when she bites him, literally bites him. Even though her lips aren't on his right now, Hori finds himself having difficulty breathing. Kashima can hear and feel his desperate, shallow breaths in her ear, and it only encourages her. She allows her tongue to brush against his skin before she bites him again, making sure that she leaves a mark.
"You're being surprisingly possessive and territorial tonight."
"Well, I have to let the world know you're mine somehow. Why, does it bother you?" Kashima suddenly backs away from him a little, giving him space before gently caressing his face and looking at him with a worried expression on her face. "Wait, am I hurting you?! If so, you should've said something! I'm so sorry I didn't—"
He captures her lips with his and smiles against her mouth. "No, you're not. In fact, I'm enjoying this very much." He leans in so that his mouth is directly next to his ear and whispers, "I want you. Now."
And he jumps her. Literally. He jumps into her arms and allows her to scoop him up in one fluid motion. In record time, Hori finds himself sprawled on their bed, and he slowly sits up and firmly places his hand on Kashima's shoulder as her arms wrap around his neck. She leaves bruising kisses on his neck while she frantically fumbles around for the zipper on his dress.
"Wait," she mumbles against his skin. "Turn around for me."
"You are so demanding today," he says before complying with her demands.
Kashima's hand lingers on his back before slowly unzipping his dress, and she bites her lip when his shoulder blades and back muscles are visible. When she's done unzipping, his already pulled down straps slide off on their own. Hori gets off the bed and stands up, slowly sliding the dress down. Kashima's heart is racing, and before he can get his feet out of the thin, frilly fabric pooled at his feet, she's already pulling him back down onto the bed. What Kashima wants more than anything else in the world right now is to just feel his skin on hers, and she's on top of him now, gently nipping at his skin again, occasionally moving back up to capture his lips in a deep, smoldering kiss. Her hands keep wandering downward, to the rim of his underwear, and Hori's trying to get Kashima out of her top. Once it's off, he flings it off to the side to who-knows-where and quickly begins unbuttoning and tugging at the hem of her shorts.
Within seconds, both of them are completely naked, skin against skin, passionately kissing and hands freely wandering. Hori sits up and Kashima shifts her legs into a more comfortable position. He allows his hand to settle on her waste before trailing down her thigh. Kashima lies down, and Hori presses his lips against her thigh while running his hands up and down her leg.
There's something about the way it feels whenever they get intimate. It's as if their bodies are on fire, and every time they touch, it's as if they're being jolted by electricity. It's exciting and warm. Sometimes, Hori contemplates stopping and just nuzzling against her, taking her warmth, but he knows that she would only whine in response, playfully hitting him and asking, "Why are you stopping now?"
(He knows he would do the same thing too.)
So he doesn't stop, and one thing always leads to another. Hori's never really sure how they end up like this: him pinned down on their bed, sweating as Kashima slowly rocks against him while he buries his face in her neck, panting and lips moving against her skin, whispering sweet nothings.
Kashima raises her head and takes in Hori's flushed face and sweaty, disheveled hair. He caresses her cheek and slowly rubs his thumb along the edge of her cheekbone.
"Kashima..." he begins, but she silences him with a kiss.
"Call me Yuu," she says, her voice dipping a little deeper than normal, and she bats her long eyelashes seductively before leaning back down until her lips are almost touching his ear. "Masayuki."
His breath hitches in his throat. His fingers begin to tremble against her waist while her hands press down firmly against his toned chest, and Masayuki loses himself in Yuu's touch.