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They were kissing in the bed. The sheets rustled, and as Kazuma rolled her onto her back the sheets tangled around them.
He made quick work of the sheets, pulling them out of their way and pushing them to the side. Veena gasped and smiled at him as he slid his hands down and under her nightgown, thumbing her nipples and mouthing the side of her neck.
She had told him awhile ago that she preferred him to be on top. "Really?" he said. Veena cuddled against him and nodded her head against his chest. "I would have thought being on top would be better for you - there'd be more stimulation, first of all, and you can control the speed and tempo."
"I already control everything," Veena said. Her eyes flicked upward, meeting his. "It just makes me feel better when you do it, Kazuma. It reassures me that I'm not forcing you."
She let out a soft cry, Kazuma having pushed up her nightgown and gently kissing her nipples and massaging her breasts. He loved her breasts. The thought would have stung her before, but now he was able to enjoy them fully. Veena's breasts were warm and soft; when she leaned over him, they squished up against his chest like pillows, and when she was on top they were pendulous, swaying a little with her movements. But what he liked best were the soft little sounds she made when he touched them, when he closed his mouth reverently over her nipple or gently circled one wet finger around her areola.
Her nipples were hard now, small and pebbled against his tongue as he licked and nibbled, gently.
She was rocking her pelvis upward, a needy, hungry movement, and Kazuma took that as a cue to move lower. He helped her kick off her panties - plain white cotton, comfortable and utilitarian - before spreading his fingers between her pink, wet slit and gently licking the fleshy nub at its apex.
She was already so wet, she was smearing obscenely against his face and chin. The muscles of her buttocks tightened; her pelvis rocked, sliding her flesh along his tongue as he licked and sucked and gently slipped his fingers into her. She cried out; her stomach trembled. Her thighs strained and pushed against him.
And then she came, the sudden staccato movements of her pelvis and upper body surprising him.
She fell back onto the bed, loose-limbed and pliant, but she let her knees fall on either side of her as if in invitation. Quietly he pulled off the rest of his clothing - a plain T-shirt and a pair of pajama bottoms - before pressing the head of his cock against her entrance.
He slid inside her without any resistance.
Before they were lovers, he often fantasized about this. In the darkness of his room, he would stroke the pads of his thumb and fingers up and down his shaft, the slippery wetness of saliva or lotion approximating a woman's warmth. He often wondered what it would feel like, being able to kiss her open-mouthed or rub his mouth along the side of her jaw. Lesser shinki would crumble under the weight of an unrequited love, but he understood fully that his love for her would never be reciprocated. He loved her and cherished her, he would give up his name and life for her. He saw no reason to feel guilty for indulging in a little harmless fantasy: he never dreamed that one day, he'd get used to making love to her.
She felt good. That was all his mind was able to focus on, at this moment. She felt good, and even if he wasn't inside her, the wet noises between her legs and her soft breathing would be enough to tip him over the edge. His penis throbbed. He swallowed and slowed his strokes.
It was the one thing that embarrassed him about their lovemaking - sometimes she felt so good, he'd lose control and come too quickly. He'd make up for it, of course. He'd finger her or go down on her, because Kazuma if nothing was meticulous about the follow-up.
"What-" Veena's eyes snapped open. "Kazuma, what's wrong?"
"Forgive me, Veena." He kissed her neck and smiled. "I was about to come."
"It's okay," she said. She smiled up at him. "Go ahead. I want you to."
"Are you sure?" he said. "You're nowhere close to coming."
"I already came earlier. Really, it's okay."
She stroked his cheek with her thumb, tenderly.
They kissed again, and Kazuma started thrusting with more purpose. Bishamon gasped - he pumped into her with a steady rhythm, fitting their bodies so that he was hitting a sensitive spot. He kissed her as he thrust, panting a little into her mouth and nudging his forehead against hers. Somehow the movement reminded her of the time she cut him with Yugiha - the same ragged, shallow breaths, the movement of his body, reaching forward and covering hers - until he let out a soft, startled cry, shuddering hard and pulsing deep inside of her.
His cheek pressed against hers as he sagged against her body. His heart was pounding; his skin was damp and warm.
She pressed a kiss against the side of his cheek and smiled, fluffing his hair, affectionately. "I love you," she said, smiling.
Kazuma pulled back to look at her, shocked. His eyes filled with tears.
"Kazuma? What- why are you crying?" Bishamon cupped his face, bewildered. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, sheepishly.
"Bishamon-sama. You never...you never told me that before." He smiled. "I've never been so happy."
"What?" Bishamon stared at him. "I've always loved you - Kazuma I thought you knew!"
"I love you too." He smiled but his voice broke a little. He buried his face against her neck and started crying quietly. "I love you so much, Veena."
"Oh boy," Bishamon said. She kissed the top of his head and stroked his hair. "This is my fault. I should learn to communicate better."
He laughed softly and sniffed, wiping his eyes.
"But really, this is pretty ridiculous," Bishamon said, and she shifted him closer, frowning.
"You're still inside me, I just assumed you knew."