Once dinner was done, Kuon insisted on cleaning up. Even though clean-up was simply piling everything on the cart and putting it outside, Kyoko didn't know what to do with herself while he did so. Knowing that she would be leaving tomorrow, she didn't want the night to end. She decided to crawl up into bed and see if perhaps they could rent a movie to watch.
Kuon quickly took care of things, eager to return to Kyoko's side. She sat at the head of the bed slightly off-center on the right side. The TV was already on and she was scrolling through movie titles.
"You want to watch something?" He asked as he walked around the bed to join her.
"Does that sound alright to you? I'm not tired yet."
He crawled into bed. "Yeah, that sounds good."
Kyoko watched him crawl up next to her out of the corner of her eye. He was still only wearing pajama pants and nothing else. Watching the muscle in his arms and chest even for those few moments was more entertaining than the TV.
"Does anything look interesting?" He asked as he moved to lay down next to her.
Yes. You. Her mind answered and she quickly looked back at the screen and replied, "Not yet." He decided to lay down rather than sit down next to her. His body slid along the top of the comforter beside her legs. He turned to his side to place his head on her thigh and hugged her legs with his left arm while his right slipped behind her. The casual intimacy of the gesture made her flush and stiffen slightly.
"Is this okay?" He asked with uncertainty.
"It's fine," she said bashfully, and to reinforce her words, she reached over and combed her fingers through his hair. That seemed to convince him as he nestled closer to her legs and his head was firmly resting on her right thigh. She curled her toes a little because of nerves and giddiness but forced herself to return to the screen.
"Are you in the mood for something?" She asked.
"Not really. I'm good with anything you want to watch," he replied.
"That helps," she scoffed. "What if I want to watch a sappy romance?"
He smiled even though she couldn't see it. "That's fine, but I bet I can guess the plot and every plot twist in the story within 10 minutes of the film."
She tsked. "Are you saying that you've watched that many romance films?"
He shook his head. "I've seen a few and read the script for a lot. Writers do not stray far from the formula."
"Formula?"
"It always focuses on the female lead." He shifted onto his back so he can talk to her. "It goes through her life to describe her situation. She is either single or in a terrible relationship which makes you hate the current partner. Enter conflict that introduces a male lead. The resolution of the conflict will result in a break of the terrible partner if needed and make the two leads fall in love."
She rolled her eyes. "Yes, okay, but that is overly generalizing it. There have been stories where the two don't get together."
He shrugged. "That is a romantic tragedy or simply a drama. You said sappy romance, so that would imply a happy ending with some comedy or mild drama to make it a challenge, but overall its goal is to make you feel warm and fuzzy after watching it."
She sighed. "You know you could do the same thing for action movies." He rose an eyebrow to encourage her to continue. "Focused on the male lead. It too shows off a bit of his life which is always tragic for some reason – usually because they always lose someone that meant something. Then here comes some problem that for some odd reason, he is the only one that can do it. And of course, he is specialized to solve the exact thing that they are putting him up against. He's got all the toys and connections and if he doesn't have a path, just blow something up and suddenly a clue lands by his feet. Then there is always someone who betrays them as some sort of lame plot twist even though it is always expected. The only variable in the movie is how badly is the lead beat up. At the end of it all, the hero wins by saving the victim, or getting revenge, or simply killing enough people."
Kuon was quietly chuckling at her every word. She gave him a look that told him to challenge her and he shook his head. "I can't argue that."
She nodded and smiled satisfied. "Okay then, so no romance, no action," she concluded. "Drama is always interesting because at least you know it will be filled with twists and you never know if it will end up with a good or bad ending."
He shifted back to his side and the screen. "True, but it can put you in a somber mood after watching it. Horror?"
"Hrmmm…" she sounded negative. "I'm not a fan of horror."
"Does that mean you won't go to the Tragic Marker premier with me?" He asked with a little pout.
She laughed. "No, I won't. You are already scary with only your make-up on. I cannot imagine what the movie would be like once the CGI is completed." She shook her head. "No. No. No."
He smiled. "But you know it's only me." He nuzzled his face against her thigh. "You aren't afraid of me, right?"
"Hmmm… you can be scary sometimes," she teased and he pinched her, making her yelp. His head bounced from her jerking her legs up. She thwacked him on his back for revenge making him laugh. He settled back down on her thigh and reached under the robe to run his hand soothingly on her outer left thigh where he pinched.
"Okay, so no horror movies," he reiterated as he rubbed her leg making her mind drift. "What about thrillers?"
"I'm okay with those. It depends on the bad guy. Some serial killers are really scary, but at least they don't do the shock factor. Others are just plain sick and I rather not watch those simply because those people exist in the world," she explained. She thought about it for a moment. "I like mysteries."
"Eh," he sounded. "Mysteries are predictable too. Which makes them worse than romances because at least the plot is expected. While predictability in a mystery is disappointing."
"Wasn't Ring Doh a mystery?" She asked. They were still scrolling through the titles and she resumed petting his hair as they talked and looked.
"Yes, and it was predictable."
She laughed. "It did very well in the box office."
"And that is why I did the role. Great director, a decent script, good casting."
She tugged his ear. "Good casting indeed."
He grabbed her hand and pulled it over to kiss it. "You would have been wonderful in it too."
"Yeah, no," she scoffed. "I knew nothing about acting. The test coincidently suited what I already knew." She pulled her hand back to rake through his hair. "Even if I did get the part for whatever reason, everyone, including you, would have regretted it after a day working with me because I couldn't act then."
"I would have helped you."
This time Kyoko barked out a loud laugh. "No, you wouldn't have! You would have used it as an excuse to torture me more than you already did!"
He tilted his head back to look at her. "Excuse me, who carried you back to the set while someone was kicking and screaming the whole way there?"
"Yeah, well…" She pouted. "I didn't want you to be nice."
He snorted. "I didn't want you to be so charming either," he countered.
"Me? Charming?"
"Yes, you," he turned towards her and buried his face in her stomach. She started to laugh and yell as he started to tickle her. He lifted his head to prevent getting hurt from her flailing and moved on to using his hands to tickle her. "Of course, it is you. Who else would I be talking about that has charmed me?"
"Okay! Okay! Stop! Please!" She yelled in between fits of laughter.
He stopped when she said to. Kyoko found herself panting out of breath with Kuon on all fours above her. She smiled up at him and saw that he was looking down. She looked and found that the robe she wore fell open to reveal one breast. She flushed and pulled the cloth back over.
"I should have gotten dressed earlier."
He shook his head. "You are perfect exactly the way you are," he murmured and leaned down to kiss her.
Her eyes fluttered closed as her lips parted open. Kuon immediately swept his tongue across her lower lip and into her mouth. She could feel her face heat up as he teased her. The first time someone stuck their tongue into her mouth, it was the most disgusting thing in the world to her. So why did this kiss, this similar action of him sweeping into her mouth, of softly licking and teasing the tip of her tongue with his make her body heat up, her heart pound, and make her want so much more?
She reached out for him at the same time as he slipped his hand under the robe. A moan crawled out of her throat and into his mouth as his hand smoothed up and cupped her previously revealed breast. He lightly squeezed her flesh and then ran his thumb over her nipple sending a shock through her. He started to play with her, his fingers rolling over the hardened tip, pinching and tugging on it. Kyoko gasped as he pulled at her flesh until it slipped from his grip and fell back. With the kiss broken, he dipped down and suckled her abused nipple. His tongue traced around the areola as he squeezed her breast to perk it up into his mouth.
She arched her back and ran her fingers through his hair. He untied the robe to reveal her naked body. His left hand instantly stroked down the side of her body to her thigh making her raise her knee towards the heat of his hand. His body shifted down and he ran his tongue down to her diaphragm to slowly started to kiss and nibble down her belly. She shifted her other leg out and her breath rushed in and out in anticipation. Kuon moved down between her thighs and softly kissed her inner thigh until he reached the apex of her legs.
He softly kissed her and her hips shifted beneath him. She felt soft kisses along her labia as his hand stroked down her leg. She bent her leg up as his hand curved over her knee and slide down her shin towards her foot. He maneuvered his arm to hook under her leg and he pushed her thigh up and out as he finally ran the width of his tongue up her slit.
Kyoko shuddered out a breath as he began to lap at her folds. The warmth of his tongue started to burn within her. She lifted her other leg and planted her foot up on his shoulder and his actions started to get stronger. Her fingers clenched into the bedsheet and her hips started to jerk up towards him. His hands stroked up and down her thighs and as soon as her voice started to cry out, he moved his hand up to capture her breast.
Her hand came up and clamped over his at her left breast. She moaned as he teased and pinched her nipple while his tongue rubbed her making her gut twitch. The insides of her body clenched in need as he pushed her past her breaking point.
Kyoko buckled up as she cried out in bliss into the room. Kuon kissed up her thigh and over her hip as she rode the orgasm. The thrill of his tongue was short-lived and left her craving more of him. Thankfully, that was never the end of it. He licked up her stomach and kissed each of her ribs as he crawled over her. She panted beneath him as he opened his mouth wide to take in her right breast. But as good as it felt, she was eager for him to continue further. Her hands reached out through his hair, over his shoulders, and as far down his back as she could reach. Her legs circled his waist and ran the heel of her foot down his back and over his butt. She hooked her heels under his butt and pulled his body up.
He didn't need much to move him. His mouth let her flesh go and leaned up to kiss her. Kyoko eagerly gathered up him as their lips and tongues intertwined. She slipped her arms under his, wrapping around his ribs and her legs slipped down to his hips and hooked at his thigh. She shifted herself lower as her hands roamed over his skin. Kuon moaned as her hands smoothed down his back and moved forward to trail her fingers down his torso.
Whether he expected it or not, Kyoko slipped her hand between them and grasped his length. He pulled up from the kiss with a gasp. His shock gave her the room to stroke him. She watched him close his eyes and a soft little groan escaped his parted lips as she stroked the silky flesh. The skin over his cock was nothing like she had ever felt before. It was soft and smooth, and it felt thin as it stretched over the completely hard, hot length of him. It was fun to touch and explore, and the little sounds and jerks that Kuon made as she touched him made it all the more interesting to do so.
Her hand rubbed over his head and smeared a drop of pre-cum with her thumb. His hip jerked towards her hand and it made her smile. She squeezed him slightly and his whole body tensed above her. He blinked green eyes down at her and she smiled up at him and loosened her grip a bit.
He smiled and turned his attention completely towards her. "You having fun playing with me?"
"Yes," she grinned and stroked him. His body shuddered above her and she pretended to pout. "Do you not like it?"
"Oh, I like it," he breathed. Her thumb stroked over his head again and his hips thrust. "I like it a lot," he repeated.
"Good," she whispered. "But I want to feel good too." Before Kuon could react to her words, Kyoko used her legs and her hands to guide him exactly where they both wanted him to be. They mutually let out a moan at the feel of their joining. Her hand and the shock of it only allowed a portion of him within her, but that one little bit made her feel so good. She pulled back her hand and adjusted her hips and he slipped in further.
"Kuon," she murmured as her hands ran up his chest and he took over.
"AH!" She cried out as he filled her. Kuon reached down to grab her thigh and pulled her hips further up, allowing him to grind against her. She felt so full, so complete. Another tear escaped her as the thought of leaving tomorrow came to mind. He shifted and a jolt of pleasure was sent through her, but he was adjusting his position to lift a hand and stroke her cheek. She blinked up at him to find him watching her from above with a look of concern.
"I'm fine," she told him before he could ask if he hurt her. "Please, continue. I want more, please." She pleaded and rocked her hips up. "Make me feel good."
Kuon shifted down to rest on his elbows instead of on his hands, allowing his body to rest over hers without the risk of smothering her. She didn't understand his concern, but this allowed her to touch him more, to feel his body move above her as he filled her time and time again. This was sweeter, softer, yet it still felt good at the slower pace. She rose to kiss and lick him anywhere she could reach, and then fell back as he hit a really good spot. Her nails raked across his sweat-damp skin. The heat of his body filled her with as much warmth inside and out. He was so close to her and it was everything that she wanted.
Once they both climaxed, she struggled to let him go. It was over all too soon and each minute that passed was closer to them going to sleep and then it would be over. Her arms and hands held on to him as he panted breathlessly above her. When he shifted to move off of her, she clenched on tighter.
"Kyoko?"
"Don't go," she said muffled by his chest. "Just a little bit longer."
Frowning, he looked down to see her, but she was hiding in her little cave. He had grown soft within her and their shifting around made him slip out. She wanted something, but more sex was not it. He pushed to move and she whined out his name in a soft whimper. He eased her grip, not that it was threatening harm to either of them, but felt her need to keep him there. He moved off of her but remained close resting on his left side, and then gathered her into his arms. She immediately wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his chest.
"Kyoko, what's wrong?" He stroked her cheek gently but didn't try to get her to face him. He gently ran his fingers through her hair and down her back as they held each other. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. She took a large deep breath and let it out against his skin and snuggled impossibly closer to him.
"Are you tried?"
"No," she yelled in a muffled voice and squeezed him.
"Did you want to watch the movie?" He asked and she whimpered. He had no idea what was going on in her head, but she wasn't ready to talk so he let it go. He reached over her body to grab the blankets. She popped her head up a little bit as he pulled whatever blankets he managed to get over their naked bodies.
She finally looked up at him. "I'm not tired. I don't want to go to sleep," she declared.
"That's fine," he said calmly. "We can simply relax and talk."
She tucked her head back against his chest and sighed. "I'm leaving tomorrow," she mumbled sadly and things finally clicked.
"Yeah, I know," he said a little sadly which made her snuggle closer.
"I don't want to leave," she murmured and it made him smile.
He hugged her and kissed the top of her head. "I don't want you to leave either." His fingers started combing back her hair as he spoke, "When is your flight again?"
Leaning back to talk to him comfortably, she answered, "1:20, so I should leave around 11."
"That means you'll get there around 5. Nothing will be scheduled after that. Can't you take a later flight?"
Kyoko smiled softly. "What would be the point? You have to be on set at 9. I would need to leave before 5 to arrive in Tokyo at a decent time, and you work until 6 or 7 at night."
"You could take a 10 pm flight. Then we would have the evening together. We'll go in late and leave early to make the most out of the day," he propositioned.
"So bad," she laughed. "I wouldn't arrive until 2 am and I have an early morning shoot. I'm already exhausted and I'm not even doing anything."
Kuon raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said you weren't tired."
"I'm not right now, but I'll be tired the moment I get home."
He smiled at her blatant lie, "And how does that work?"
"Because I'm willing to sacrifice my night to be here with you while knowing that I'm going to get to sleep long and hard tomorrow night for work the next day," she explained and then quickly snuck in a little kiss. He groaned, a low grumble from deep in his chest. His hand came up to cup her face and his thumb pushed her chin up to give her a proper kiss. She sighed and contently sunk herself into this sweet affection.
When Kuon pulled back, she was softly breathing with her eyes closed and a content smile on her red lips. She was tired. He could tell, and no doubt that her body was aching but she wouldn't say it. As much as he craved making love to her, even he was worn out from all of their activity. His eyes drifted over her, her beautiful face, soft hair, and her delicate shoulders all peeking out from the blanket. His hand ran over her shoulder to stroke down her back. A soft little moan came from her and the desire to do more filled him.
He smiled as he petted her and he could see sleep stealing her away. He reached over and grabbed the pillow for her to use. She blinked and lifted her head to see what he was doing and immediately objected, "I'm not tired."
"I know," he placated. "But your neck looked uncomfortable, so here."
She accepted that reasoning but started asking questions trying to prove that she wasn't sleepy. "What are you filming tomorrow?"
"Let's see…." He spoke in a low voice telling her the plans for the Tragic Marker crew. He purposely spoke soft and slow and she was out within minutes. He laid there quietly and gazed at her sound asleep. She looked so sweet, pretty, and innocent. It was one of the first things he thought of when she first fell asleep around him. Innocent and pure. Like an angel from heaven. She was the purest, sweetest, and most joyful thing that has ever entered his life. From the age of 10 to now, it hasn't changed. Everyone around him was jaded, manipulative, and cynical. As much as his parents tried to protect him, he grew up with everyone around him exactly the same - same fake smiles, fake kindness, fake emotions.
Except for her. He gently pulled the blanket up to cover her more.
When he escaped to that clearing as a boy trying to get a breath of fresh air and found it in her. She was the cleanest, purest form of relief that he was looking for. It wasn't until she came back into his life that made him see what it was that she brought into it – the joy, passion, and fun of it all. He had more fun within the last year of acting than he has had in his whole career and he wasn't ashamed to say it was even more exciting coming in to work when she was there too.
Watching her grow as an actress, getting more comfortable in her skin – in her characters' skin, made him so excited to get in front of the camera and do it too. It made him feel like a child who was eager to get the go-ahead to play outside.
He laughed at his thoughts and quickly stifled them as she shifted to lay on her back. His arm was pinned beneath her shoulders and he knew he should remove it. It was starting to tingle and she would be uncomfortable if it stayed; however, letting her go was the last thing he wanted to do. Instead, he ran the risk of waking her up and pulled her closer to him. Kyoko hummed loudly and her eyes fluttered open.
"Kuon, did you want to watch the movie?" She mumbled in a thick sleepy voice.
He smiled. "Yeah," he whispered ever so softly.
She shifted to her side and he pulled her flush against him. "Hmmm," she hummed in bliss and pressed a kiss on his forearm. She settled in his arms and within moments fell asleep. He sighed, not wanting to go to sleep, not wanting time to pass because in the morning he would need to let her go.
The alarm at 8am woke both of them up. They had shifted in their sleep with Kuon on his back in the middle of the bed and Kyoko nearly on top of him. Kuon turned off the alarm while Kyoko groggily lifted her head. When she noticed her position on top of him, she immediately tried to get off.
"I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed and started sliding off, but Kuon wrapped his arm around her to pull her firmly on top of him.
"You're fine," he assured her and wrapped both arms around her.
"Kuon, this can't be comfortable."
"I completely disagree. Especially, considering how well I slept with you on top of me," he grinned at her flushed face.
She lifted her head and placed her chin on her forearm. "Aren't I heavy?"
He propped his head up with his arm and shook it. "I can bench press twice your weight, so no."
She rocked her head back and forth mockingly. "You have no idea how much I weigh," she challenged.
He twisted his head to look at her. "Forty… four kilos?"
"Forty-six!" She declared proudly, making him smile.
"Yeah, even if you tripled your current weight, I would still be fine with you on top of me," he assured her.
"Triple! Oh my God. I couldn't imagine," she gasped, and then another thought crossed her mind. "What does bench press mean? Other than it's a weight lifting thing."
He grinned. "Do you want me to show you?"
She frowned. "How? Did you want to go down to the hotel gym?"
He shook his head. "I can show you here."
"With what?" He took his free hand that was on her back and scratched the top of her head. She snorted. "You can't use a person!"
"I can if you are very still," he stated and then reached down to her thigh, "and you are not ticklish." She instantly started to laugh as he tickled her thigh. She fell to his side on the bed and he twisted to his side as she caught her breath. "I guess I can't."
"Not when you do it on purpose!"
He chuckled. "I wasn't serious to begin with."
She eyed him critically. "So what would you do then?" He explained what it was and the point of the workout.
"You are just picking me up. You do that all the time."
He shrugged. "Pretty much. Which is why I told you… you are not heavy." He fell back onto his back and opened his arms wide for her. "So come back over here."
Kyoko laughed. "No," she told him making his arms fall and those puppy dog eyes start to emerge. "AND," she stressed, "it's not because I don't want to, but because mother nature calls." Kuon's smile returned and he nodded thus allowing her to roll off the bed and scamper off to the restroom naked. He grinned. With a little hup, he sat up and stretched a bit. He would be lying if he said he wasn't feeling worn out. Days of acrobatics and stunts and nights of well… he smiled.
Totally worth it.
He pushed himself down to the ground and did a few push-ups to wake up and get rid of some of the stiffness.
"What are you doing?" Kyoko came back and found him on the ground.
He pushed himself up to standing with a little jump making her eyes widen. "Working out some kinks." He leaned down and kissed the top of her head in passing to the restroom. She shook her head and found the robe she wore last night. She had forgotten that it wasn't in the restroom until she was in there and eagerly slipped it on. It was 8:17. With a sigh, she sat down at the head of the bed next to the phone. There was enough time for breakfast and to pack and… well that's it. She could spend breakfast with Kuon and send him off and then pack when he was away.
She could feel a lump in her throat and tears threaten her eyes. The sound of a door opening snapped her out of gloom and she turned to him with a smile. "Morning," she greeted and instantly wanted to smack herself.
Kuon simply grinned, plopped onto the bed behind her, and returned the greeting, "Morning." He moved up until he was nearly touching the headboard, grabbed her waist, and pulled her back over on top of him. She yelped and then laughed as they rolled over not really objecting to the action. She found herself looking down at his bright, smiling, handsome face and found it difficult to be sad or upset in any way.
"What do you want to do today?" He asked carefreely.
Frowning, she answered, "Um, flying home."
He rolled his eyes. "That's not for hours. What do you want to do until then?"
"Kuon, you have to be there by 9 to get started on the make-up. Every day this week we've at least made it there by 9:30… that one day 10, but really. This time…"
"This time," he interrupted and rolled them over so that he was above her. "I only have a few hours left with my girl." Kuon reached up and caressed her face. "Do you honestly think I'm going to head to the set while I could be spending those last few hours here with you?"
Kyoko was touched. Her heart was pounding and blood rushed to her cheeks. It was the sweetest thing, yet…. "Yes," she replied earnestly and pushed him off to sit back up on the edge of the bed. "Because we both agreed that you would explain Setsu's absence would be because of the heat, so why would your hours change suddenly today?"
He pouted. "Setsu is the only reason Cain shows up on set."
"That's… not entirely true," she said unsure. "You went while I was taking my exams. In fact, you were somewhat on time those days."
"I was 45 minutes to an hour late, every day."
"I said somewhat." She twisted towards him with one knee on the bed. "You were the one that told me that work takes precedence over our personal lives."
He groaned and then countered. "Cain would stay with Setsu until she leaves."
Kyoko huffed. "Setsu would never stay in the hotel while her brother works, so there is a flaw in both of our character's logic!"
He sat up so that they were face to face. "So then stay," he whispered and kissed her. A soft little groan crawled out of her throat but she also tilted her head so that she could kiss him properly. Kuon shifted closer to her, raised his hand to cup her face, and was slowly trying to pull her back down on the bed. It was a successful tactic, but it backfired in an instant as she looked up at him with glassy gold eyes.
"Please don't make this harder than it already is," she pleaded up at him softly.
Kuon sighed and the little white flag waved his defeat. "I'll stay with you until you leave and then I promise to go on time – I'm talking 8am as scheduled for make-up for the remaining three days."
"This isn't a negotiation. You can't go to work at noon."
"Yeah, I can. I got drunk last night and locked you out of my room, making Setsu so angry that she left and I got there at noon. Explains why Setsu isn't there and why I'm late."
Kyoko narrowed her eyes at him. She opened up her mouth several times to argue but, in the end, failed. "That is a damn good lie." He smirked and moved back down to kiss her. She put her hand on his lips. "I want more than you going in early."
"Like what?" He mumbled behind her hand.
"I want you to eat." He groaned and not in a pleasurable way, and rolled off her. She quickly followed. "Seriously! You can't go back to your self-indulgent ways simply because I'm not here. You need to eat at least breakfast no matter what! I can even make it easy for you. I'll set it up so that breakfast is served at 7:30 every morning, and you don't have to think about it."
Kuon groaned. "I am at the very least having breakfast on my own. The whole time you were out, I ate breakfast like everyone else."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "What you call breakfast is not like everyone else. An apple or rice ball is not what others eat for breakfast."
"And you want me to eat that sugary stuff you ate the other day?" He argued.
"No, I know that is not what you like. But maybe a small omelet or even fruit with yogurt would be better than what you normally eat, which is nothing!"
"Fine, Agreed. I'll eat something more "normal"," he consented but she wasn't done yet.
"Great, so then send me a picture of what you ate and…"
"Seriously?"
She was lost inside her thoughts and didn't respond to his outrage. "Hmm, but you can fake that sort of thing, can't you."
"I'm not a child…" he grumbled and pushed himself to sit up on the other side of the bed.
"Ooo!" She exclaimed as she came to an idea. "Your phone takes videos right?"
He sighed as he reached down for his cotton pants. "Yeah," he answered dryly.
"If you film yourself eating, even you can't cheat!"
He shook his head. "I guess not." He stood up to slip on the pants and sarcastically suggested, "So do I send you the video after every meal to your email? That way you can confirm the evidence in real-time?"
"No, you don't have to go to that extent," she replied in complete seriousness. He rolled his eyes and walked over to the mini-fridge to get some water. "Kuon, including today there are three days left, right?"
After he gulped down nearly half the bottle, he confirmed it. "Yeah." He came walking back with her still laying on the bed thinking.
"So with lunch today, there would be eight meals," she continued. Kuon hung his head down in defeat, understanding that she wants him to eat all three meals a day. He set the water bottle down as she continued to talk. "Please be sure to record them all properly, okay?" She finished as the bed started to jostle. She looked up to see him crawling over to her.
Once he was over her, he spoke up, "You know, there is no reason for me to send proof. I'll abide by the rules regardless of how unreasonable they are, because you," he stressed, "are the one that is telling me to do it." He gave her a sincere soft loving smile and she was touched for a split second and then it was gone.
"Yeah, I don't believe it, because you are a natural con-man" She shook her head. "I want the videos."
"A what?!"
"You heard me. Using your good looks and smooth lines to convince me that you'll do the thing you despise the most simply because it's me? I don't believe it."
Offended, he jumped off the bed. "Fine. You don't believe me. I'll do it. Every meal and I'll eat meals that even you can't argue with. Starting now," he picked up the phone for room service. "Hello?" he said in English. "Yes, Could I please get an order of crepes, savory." Kyoko jumped up and nodded. Me too! Me too! Her expression screamed.
"Savory or sweet?" He asked.
"Sweet!"
"One sweet crepe breakfast. A carafe of coffee with cream and sugar. Yes, that will be all. Thank you," he concluded and raised an eyebrow to her to say… see.
She snorted and made her way over to him. "I know you are the King of Take-out." She slipped her arms around his waist and gave him a bright smile.
He laughed. "Well, you've had my cooking, so yes."
Kyoko sighed. "Fine. You don't have to film anything, but promise me you will eat at least twice a day. Please," she pleaded.
He reached up and cupped her face, fingers sliding back into her hair. "Yeah, I promise. Can I have my kiss now?"
"Mmhmm," she nodded and lifted her chin, and tilted her head to the right. With a smile, he finally pressed his lips upon hers. Something he was aching to do since they woke up. It was so easy to fall into the feel and taste of her. Her hands seared his skin as they moved across his ribs and up his back. He took a deep breath through his nose, smelling her sweet hair as he savored her sweet mouth. He reached out to her, the cheap hotel robe she wore came in between him and her soft ivory skin. She shifted closer to him. She leaned her upper body against him and he wanted to feel more of her. He stroked down her back and hungrily groped her.
She moaned into his mouth and gripped him tighter. Her actions got more aggressive, her teeth grazing and nipping at his lips. He reached down and slipped under the robe. The first touch of her hot, smooth skin filled him with such need. He ran his hand up her body, curving over her ass and up her back. He sought out her breast. His fingers found the malleable flesh, lifting and curling around it. She gasped, pulling back from the kiss as he squeezed her flesh. She leaned back with her hands locked behind his neck as he pulled apart the belt of her robe with his other hand. With her naked body displayed before him, he suddenly scooped her up and knocked her back on the bed.
He fell upon her before she could realize what he was doing. His hands and lips were everywhere on her body, roaming along her legs, kissing her breasts, squeezing her ass, licking her neck. Kyoko gasped when his fingers slipped between her legs and touched her. She wasn't completely wet yet, but he could fix that. He dropped down to his knees and ran his tongue across her folds. Her body tensed and the air rushed out of her lungs. Kuon closed his eyes to focus on her. Feeling her every twitch under his hand, the way her hips jerked, her breath hitched, and the soft little moans that escaped her lips.
He didn't finish her off. He was feeling so impatient, that the moment her hips jerked against his face, he stood up, pushing his pants off his hips. He took a hold of himself and rubbed the head of his cock along the slick wetness of her body.
"Kuon," she moaned out his name just before he eased into her and made her cry out. He bit his lip as he eased into her slowly. She felt so good, tightly hugging every little part of him. Her foot ran up his thigh and her hand reached out for him, one on his chest, the other at his forearm. He looked down at her, her face flush, lips full and pouty, her chest heaving from labored breath. She breathed his name again and he joined her. Her head rocked back in a breathless scream and her nails dug into his skin as she spasmed all around him.
He pulled his hips back and rocked within her before she caught her breath. She inhaled sharply, but let out a moan that sent a shiver down his back. He leaned over her, left hand to brace himself over her shoulder, and ran his right along the side of her body. He reached her face and she blinked her eyes open to look up at him.
"Beautiful," he whispered and ran his thumb across her lower lip and she reached out and licked it. She squeezed his length and rocked her hips up against his, urging him to continue. He groaned and his eyes closed at the feel of her.
"Kuon, please. We don't have that much time." She took his hand at her face and weaved his fingers with hers. She pulled his hand over hers and he was forced to lean down over her. She lifted herself to kiss him, sweeping her tongue over his lips and ravaging his mouth. She planted her feet at the edge of the bed and thrust her hips up against his forcing a groan out of him. He quickly took over and soon her voice filled the room. He had no idea how long they were together rutting, but it always felt too short to him. He could feel himself edging closer, her body sucking him in forcing him to succumb to the pleasure she gave him. He didn't want to. He didn't want this to end. Just one more minute….
"Please," he whispered as she came and he tried to slow it down. Her hips rocked up against his, tightly holding him and it was still all too much. He surrendered to it, his body spasming into her. He rested lightly over her. Breathing heavily as they relished in the afterglow.
Kyoko ran her hands over his arms and around his shoulders. She hugged his sweaty self and kissed his shoulder. Her hands ran over him, caressing whatever she could reach and kissing his shoulder, his neck. Her legs slid around his waist, and she hugged him closer to her as she ran her tongue up the column of his neck.
"Kyoko," he groaned as she took his ear into his mouth. She hummed in response before lightly sucking on his lobe. "Let's take a break, huh?"
She let go of his ear with a little lick. "I don't want to stop." She put her hand on his cheek and guided him to her lips. He kissed her, meeting that hungry intoxicating touch until she was the one to steal his breath away. He pulled back and she gave chase. "Kuon please. Don't leave me yet."
"Sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere. We've got time, alright? Hours still." He kissed her forehead and she nodded. "I love you, baby."
She licked her lips and breathed, "I love you too." He kissed her again. He gave her soft, sweet, loving kisses in between stroking her hair and wiping away a stray tear. He whispered words of love to her until she calmed down.
"I bet our breakfast is waiting outside our door. Did you still want to eat?"
She nodded. "I'm going to go clean up a bit first though."
"Alright. I'll set everything up for us," he told her with a gentle smile. Even though he too was reluctant to let her go, he helped her up and kissed her one last time as she walked to the restroom. Kuon reached down to put on his PJ pants once more to gather the food outside. He didn't hear a thing coming from the door. He carried the tray of their food to the little table and set everything up. He hoped that it wasn't sitting out there for too long. He poured the cup of coffee and it was still hot but then that could simply be the carafe doing its job.
"Is everything okay?" Kyoko asked behind him. He turned around and he could feel his heart swell.
"I think so," he said with a reassuring smile. He put his fingers on the lid and with a flourish revealed her mixed berry crepe. "Your breakfast, my princess."
Kyoko couldn't help but giggle. She sat down at her plate and bashfully looked up at Kuon as he sat across from her. Once settled, she apologized, "I'm sorry."
Frowning, he asked, "For what?"
"For earlier," she said bashfully. "I um…"
His hand covered hers. "Kyoko, you don't have anything to apologize for. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel the same way. I want to spend every moment in your arms, in this room, with you by my side." He suddenly laughed. "God, I thought about you all the time before this. Dreamt of being with you exactly like this." He caressed her hand as he spoke, "And the thought of you leaving for the next few days," he let out a breath and a painful smile. "It's ripping my heart apart."
"Kuon," she cried, her voice thick with tears. "It doesn't have to be…"
He nodded. "I know. I'll see you in three days, and I'm being ridiculous."
She shook her head. "You're not."
"But it feels like it, doesn't it?" Kyoko nodded a little too fast. She blinked tears out of her eyes and let them fall on her cheek. He reached over and wiped them away. "I know I'll see you soon, and that my feelings nor yours will change." She nodded and kissed his hand. "So let us be silly with our emotions and we'll be all the better when I get back, okay?" He dropped his hand and picked up her fork to hand it to her. "Let's eat, huh. Then I'll help you pack up, and…" He reached over and tapped on his phone.
"Maybe we can take a few pictures," he said with a suggestive tone that confused her.
"Pictures? Of what?"
He smiled. "Pictures to help me through these lonely last days without you." Kyoko's face burned as she finally understood his meaning. She remembered that he had given her some rather risqué pictures of himself. She timidly nodded and struggled to swallow past her racing heart.