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He has grown accustomed to sleeping next to her.
He knows she is fearful that he is only with her out of duty and obligation, and that she is most relaxed when he is the one holding her, not the other way around. And so at night he swallows down the lingering self-doubt and old shame, and allows himself to hold her.
He had been embarrassed at first, making sure to keep a polite distance between their bodies. There were times he woke in the middle of the night to feel her body pressed snugly against his, the friction of their bodies making him thicken and harden against her. It embarrassed him, and every time, he was mortified enough to cause a burning stinging at the back of Veena's neck, which would wake her up from sleep and make his erection even more noticeable.
But then one night, Veena sighs quietly and pushes him onto his back, and before he knows it, she's taking off her clothes and sinking down on top of him.
It's the first time she's allowed herself to be penetrated by him, and he can't think clearly, not when she rides him hard with her eyes squeezed shut, the muscles of her thighs clenching tight as she rocked forward. It feels good. She moves and her breasts brush against his chest, the darkness of the room so still and quiet except for the rustling of sheets and the soft, wet noises between them.
Then she comes, shuddering on top of him.
It's not long until he's pushed over the edge as well. He pulses hard inside her, gasping a little into her shoulder.
He has never felt so happy. He smiles into her hair, wrapping his arms around her back and hitching her close.
"Kazuma?"
"Veena." He smiles up at her, brushing the hair from her face. She looks at him with worried eyes.
"Kazuma, I didn't force you, right? I didn't do anything to make you uncomfortable...?"
"No, Veena. It felt good. I wanted this."
"Are you sure?" Worry and doubt creeps along the edges of her eyes. Kazuma nods and holds her, smiling and kissing her quietly.
He understands without her telling him that she would rather he be the one to make the first move. She was his master; there would be no other way to be sure she wasn't forcing him. "I like it when you're on top," Veena says, shyly, after Kazuma has rolled her on her back and slipped inside her. She sighs and her eyelids flutter. He smiles and kisses her, rocking forward.