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For all the times she has walked naked in front of him, Kazuma has never really looked at Veena's body before.
He can't help but stare at her as they're lying next to each other, her on her back and him facing her on his side. Unlike in the movies or in the non-explicit doujin Yato sometimes drew for him, the bedsheet is not hitched up demurely beneath her arms; rather, it is down, tangled along her torso and exposing her bare breasts. Even the dim moonlight seems to conspire against him, highlighting the soft mounds and skimming the tips of her pink, pert nipples. She doesn't usually sleep naked, but after their intimacy she couldn't be bothered to put on a nightgown.
"Is something wrong?" Veena says, and Kazuma catches himself, flushing and jerking his head up to meet her eyes.
"Forgive me," Kazuma says. "Your bedsheet was slipping and I didn't mean to stare."
She glances down at her chest, frowning. "What is so interesting?" Veena says.
Kazuma stammers. "Nothing. I just..." he thinks of a million excuses, but decides it's probably best to stick with the truth: "I never really saw you naked so up close before."
She scoots closer, rolling to her side to face him. "Did you want to touch them?" she asks.
Kazuma flushes. "...are you sure?"
She laughs fondly, then pulls his hand over her breast. "I like it when you touch me," she says. She smiles at him affectionately. "You may touch my breasts whenever you like."
"Um..." It's hard to think, not when she's smiling at him softly and all the blood from his face is rushing somewhere decidedly more south. "...Okay."
"Okay," she says, smiling, and she moves to position her torso closer to him.
Veena's breasts are soft. Her skin is warm and her breasts are soft and heavy. Blushing hard, he hesitantly leans forward and presses a shy kiss against her nipple. She sighs softly, and he blushes again, eyes flicking upward, before lowering his head and gently laving her nipple with his tongue.
She rolls onto her back. Carefully he rests his body between her legs and begins to kiss her breasts, delicately licking the tips of her nipples before sucking gently.
Veena sighs and he can feel her rocking her pelvis upward. Carefully he lowers himself, nudging his face against the soft swell of her thighs, then suckles gently on her clitoris.
The sounds Veena makes are nothing like he's heard her make before, not in all the centuries they've been together. He's heard her cry - ugly, ragged sounds as she gasped and struggled for breath - and he's heard her laugh, bright like the sound of bells. Even the shouts of war and grit and exertion, the long, deep breaths at the end of battle - are nothing compared to the soft, desperate sounds she's making now, the shallowness of her breathing, the way her body tightens and quivers beneath him.
But when she comes, it's soundless. Her mouth is open and slack, and her hair tousled and falling in all directions.
After a moment, her body falls soft and pliant, and he pulls himself upward, wrapping her in his arms and kissing the side of her neck. She is smiling, dazed and happy from her orgasm. They kiss and she nuzzles her face against him, and he thinks to himself that he's never felt happier.
She makes a movement toward him, at once sliding her palms up his shirt and slipping a hand into the waistband of his pants, but he stops her, gently moving her hand. That contented expression turns into a frown. "Kazuma?"
"You're sore. It was your first time, we don't have to do this now."
She frowns at him, furrowing her brow. "But don't you want to?" Veena says.
He smiles. "I'm happy just being near you," Kazuma says.
"You've been 'near me' for centuries." She wraps her arms around him, frowning. "Kazuma. You have always been by my side. At least allow me to make love to you."
"Don't push yourself. We have plenty of time."
"I suppose this is why you're my guide." Veena sighs, quietly. "Very well. Then what shall we do about this?" She is referring to his very noticeable erection pressed up against her thigh.
"It will go down momentarily," Kazuma says.
"That hardly seems fair." She's already lightly circled her fingers around his shaft, gripping him over the fabric. "Show me how to touch you?"
"Um." He gently covers his hand over hers, showing her how to grip him.
"Like this?" she says. She adjusts, stroking upward. He sighs and nods against her neck.
"Do you do this a lot?" She's already pulled off his shirt and slipped her hand inside his pants, wrapping skin-to-skin and stroking him in a way that's making him rock his hips into her hand.
"Um. On occasion. Sometimes." His voice is breathy and his face is red.
"Really? I never would have thought that of you."
She adjusts and he lifts his hips, letting her pull down his boxers so that they're both naked again. He isn't just hard now, he's stiff and leaking, his cock heavy with arousal as she strokes him. He starts to push his hips eagerly, straining to get off, and he's about to come when she abruptly leans forward, her soft wet mouth closing over his tip.
The sound he makes is low and needy, and that ability of his, that searchlight awareness of everything around him, narrows into nothing but the soft warmth of her mouth and the pleasure that's starting to crowd out the rest of his thoughts. He moans softly, turning his head and closing his eyes.
He is close to coming again, and he starts to throb just as Veena pulls back abruptly. He opens his eyes and sees her once again hovering above him.
She sinks down on him without preamble, and his penis jerks at the unexpected sensation, the soft, wet warmth squeezing around him. She pushes her hands into the mattress and positions her hips, sliding carefully around him.
"Are you okay?" Kazuma says. Veena breathes then nods, her eyes squeezed shut.
"I'm fine. I told you, Kazuma, I want to do this."
"How are your arms?" he whispers.
"Fine."
"You're not sore?" he asks.
"Just a little."
She's moving again, steady but with gathering purpose. She's wet and slick and slides back and forth on him, easily.
And then she sags against his chest, wincing a little. "Actually, Kazuma. My arms still do hurt a little."
"I wasn't referring to your arms," Kazuma says, but he obliges as she rolls onto her back. He moves and slides inside her without any resistance, wet as she is from her previous orgasm. "Are you sure doing this is okay?"
She smiles up at him. "What kind of war god would I be if I couldn't handle a little pain?"
"It shouldn't hurt," Kazuma says, frowning, and he's about to pull out when she wraps her legs around him.
"Humor me," she says, smiling.
He ducks his head, laughing softly against her neck. "Okay," he says. He lightly kisses the side of her neck, then begins to move slowly. "Tell me if it's too much?"
"If you think that little of me, fine. But as I told you before, I've had much worse." She's already arching her pelvis up against him, grinding upwards with his movements. She breathes hard, then reaches out and grabs him by the flanks, which startles him, and he stops, mid-movement. She moans appreciatively and grinds harder against him.
"Stay still a moment," she says, her voice tight and breathy, her hips grinding up and her hands pushing his weight against her pelvis insistently. "Stay still, stay still, oh Kazuma, oh-"
She shudders and jerks, and he feels her contract around him. As soon as the tension in her body releases he moves again, pushing up inside her as she comes down from her orgasm. She's even wetter now and his thrusts squelch lewdly, and she feels so good he wants to burrow further inside. Without thinking, he hauls up one leg clumsily over his shoulder, then another, folding her practically in half; her mouth pops open in surprise as he thrusts harder and faster, one hot cheek plastered against her shoulder.
"K-Kazuma. My ribs. Wait, my ribs-"
"Oh, sorry-"
"No, turn me on my side. Unh. No, my other side."
"What?"
She twists below him, and he thinks he knows what she's getting at, except his ability seems to be failing him and all he wants to do is keep thrusting harder and faster, deeper and further, but he musters up all his concentration to move until he's rolling her onto her side, curling her up on the mattress with him still inside her, it's awkward at first but he thinks he can get the hang of it, except he is not a war god and balance isn't particularly his strong suit. "From behind," Veena says. She pulls him down on top of her. "Enter me from behind."
"That won't hurt?"
"Just-" and she pushes him back onto the mattress into a spooning position behind her, scooting her bottom against his pelvis and lifting her top leg, giving him access. He slides up inside her and she moans loudly, pulling his hand between her legs and guiding his fingers toward her clit greedily.
He latches his mouth onto the back of her shoulder, pumping hard as his breath fans across her skin. There are long strands of hair that stick to his face and cheek but he doesn't care, slinging one arm heavily around her body and pushing her closer to him as he thrusts. He's never felt anything so good, she feels amazing. Hot. And wet. And just. Just...
He gasps and comes, clinging to her back and tightening his arm around her, pulsing heavily and breathing hard. His fingers grind into her clit and she reaches a hand to push his fingers down harder, stroking herself with his hand until she's jerking and coming with him, her mouth hanging openly obscenely and messy strands of damp hair sticking to her face.
He sags against her, and they breathe hard, her back still plastered against his chest and his arm still slung over the side of her waist. He wants to keep hugging her like this, the two of them curled up like tender spoons, but he softens and slips out before he can catch himself, and Veena shifts as dribbles of semen leak out from inside her.
"S-sorry." He scrambles for a tissue, blushing. Veena laughs, scooting away from the wet spot that has formed on the mattress and grabbing a tissue.
"I do believe Kofuku-dono will have something to say about this," Veena says, smirking. Kazuma groans embarrassed and drops his head onto her shoulder. "I wonder how often she and her shinki do this?"
"It never really occurred to me that they'd be this intimate," Kazuma says. Veena smiles.
"Well. He does call her his kami-san. And they're sleeping in the same room as we speak, so..."
"We've slept in the same room before and never done anything remotely close to this," he reminds her.
She reaches a hand up to ruffle his hair, fondly. "Well you should have said something earlier," she says, smiling. He sags into her neck and sighs, quietly.
"You forget, Veena. I aided and abetted the Ma clan's massacre. How could I possibly sully you when I had a secret like this?"
"Well you could have said something after I found out." She drops a kiss against his cheek, stroking his hair, thoughtfully.
He goes quiet a moment, and remembers how just a few short hours ago, he had stung her, nearly shattering his name and almost turning phantom in the process. How many times has she forgiven him? he thinks to himself, sobering. How could she love him when there was so much to lose?
Against him, Veena frowns, evidently sensing his disquiet. She rolls and moves so she can study his face, bringing their bodies close and settling against him, gently. "You are thinking too much," she says, quietly. Her lips brush against his collarbone and she kisses the spot, lightly. "Just a moment ago you were so happy."
"I was just remembering how little I've done to deserve you," he says, honestly. Veena frowns at him, shifting him closer.
"You have no say in this, Kazuma. You are mine to use as I see fit. Consider this another part of your job description."
"Oh geez." Kazuma breathes. "Okay. I'll try my best not to think too much of it."
"Good." She cuddles closer. "Tell me again that you love me?"
"I love you." The words are quiet and sincere.
"Mm. Say it again." Her voice is getting drowsy. He hitches her closer.
"I love you," he says, earnestly. She smiles into his skin.
"It makes me stronger when you're happy, so you may tell me this as often as you'd like," she says.
"It'd make me happy to hear you say it, too," he says, and his eyes widen. He's about to apologize for his mistake when she looks at him intently.
"I'm not...sure I know exactly what love is supposed to feel like," she says slowly. She furrows her brow, searching for the right words, and Kazuma steels himself, waiting for her rejection. "But you are necessary to me. Just as I need my heart to keep beating. You're the air I need to breathe."
He stares at her, shocked. Veena smiles up at him and he feels a warmth gathering behind his eyes. He has never been anything more than a piece of garbage, and to compensate he's always tried to be more loyal, more competent, better to her as a human. Even a day ago, he would have taken those words to mean he is her critical and unerring guide, that his use as a vessel and a man were secondary to her.
But now she's smiling at him, and her fingers are laced tenderly through his, and he realizes the depths of their connection, something stronger and deeper between them. He knows she loves him even if she doesn't use the words.
"Veena?"
"Hm?"
"I just..."
She blinks up at him owlishly, her eyes fringed with long lashes and butterscotch hair falling over her face.
"I just wanted to tell you..." I never felt so happy. I love you so much my heart could burst. "I-"
"I think I'm leaking more of your seed," Veena says, suddenly. She wipes her hand between her thighs, frowning a little. "Ugh, Kazuma. How much did you make, anyway?"
Kazuma laughs, startled. Leave it to Veena to spoil the moment. "I'm afraid I can't control that," Kazuma says, smiling, and they move off the mattress, Veena grabbing a few more tissues to dot at the wetness between her legs, and Kazuma shaking his head, smiling to himself. Of course a war god wouldn't worry herself with useless human emotions, not when there are more pressing matters, like needing to clean herself and lastly take a shower.
"Oh. Kazuma. You were going to say something?" She is padding barefoot to the bathroom, her hair swinging behind her.
He considers telling her a moment, the depths of his emotions and his feelings for her.
"Nothing of importance," he tells her, and he opens the closet to look for a towel.