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— Intentions —
28# - Legacy
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"Everything that we see is a shadow cast by that which we do not see."
—M. Luther King, Jr.
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— U. Takumi
Or not so rough, actually.
As much as I wanted to have it salvage and hard... I just couldn't do it. Not after she had gotten hurt. Faded bruises were still visible on her skin, and I wanted to kiss them away the whole day. I needed her to feel my love. Make her understand it. Put it deep inside her stubborn skull that I was totally mad for her.
And drench her with my feelings.
Stopping my teasing ministrations, I dragged the boxers down as she stood limp by the glimpse of pleasure she had experienced. My flannel pants was down in the next second, my hardness springing to the air. She stared at it, an expected hue coloring her cheeks.
"Why, Misaki? Weren't you already acquaintanced with... this?" I pulled her core closer to my hardness, making the length nestle against her clit.
"... I... uh..." she difficultly swallowed, finding no comebacks.
My hand curled around her hips, and I rocked her up and down against it, feeling the slickness of the contact. A lewd sound could be heard, but her small gasps were tenfold more erotic to my ears.
I rasped in her ear, "After all, it was inside you... all night long."
The shaky exhale she gave was absolute provocation, the reminder of our first night flashing in her eyes and a shudder coursing her body. My hands brushed her hips, reaching for the underside of her breasts. I felt the swell of the curve, my fingertips slowly edging closer to her nipple, but never quite touching it.
Grazing it.
A single touch.
Ephemeral.
Are you longing for me yet, love?
Her hands closed on mine, and pushed them to grab her breasts fully into my palms.
"Do it right, damn Usui... Takumi..." she hissed. And although her cheeks were streaked with bright crimson, I couldn't help but feel somewhat proud of her sudden bravery.
My kitten was growing claws...And it looked damn hot...
She was there, her spine bent out, hands on her breasts... My nose brushed a faint line up her throat, inhaling her scent.
Intoxicating...
"Won't you play with them for me?" I coaxed, dropping my own hands from her luscious curves. Her eyes widening, I thought she had stopped breathing.
Then, she frantically shook her head.
"No, no, Usu...Takumi!... Anything but that..." she feverishly begged. I could've said that I was a little disappointed by her reaction, but her plea was making it so much worthwhile.
"Anything, you said?..." I darkly grinned.
It then dawned on her that what she had just said was... worse than her actual situation.
Her expression grew uncomfortable. "I... I meant, uhh.."
"It's alright, I won't force you to do anything you don't want," I chuckled, pulling her for a slow and thorough kiss. She instantly eased in my arms, rising on her knees to deepen the kiss.
When she began to sit back, I felt her wet opening against the tip of my shaft. A deep groan tore from my chest, and when my eyes opened back, I found her frozen in her motion, her eyes staring at me with pure awe.
"You..." She risked half an inch lower, the smooth tip soaking in her juice, the pressure against her core light and tentative. My jaw was clenched tight, and I rolled my head back, my eyes blankly staring at the ceiling at the overwhelming feeling.
"It's...just been so long..." I painfully grunted.
Muttering profuse apologies, I pushed her down, overtaking the control of the situation. Her insides stretched around me in the motion, and God, it felt so fucking good I just wanted to shove inside of her. Bracing myself, I stopped for a bit, my eyes shut tight. I was afraid that I would really end up thrusting inside of her forcefully. My fingertips were smoothing her hair, damp with our sweat, but nonetheless silky to the touch.
"Takumi..." she whispered, her palms soft and smoothing my hard expression. "Look at me..." she left a kiss on my face with each words, her breath tickling my skin. My eyes fluttered open, locking with her honeyed ambers.
And slowly...
She angled her head, slowly taking my tongue inside her mouth as she squirmed on my hard length, hips rocking against me. We both helplessly gasped at the feeling. Her kiss deepening, I sank down all the more, burying so deep that her bottom was finally plastered on my front. Her legs instantly wrapped around my waist.
My glasses fogged up with the heat, and I drifted back to dispose of them. Barely having the time to tear them away from my face, she held my nape and reached out, her swollen lips back on mine.
"Oh, fuck..." I huskily swore, my hands closing on her hips, planting myself even deeper inside of her.
When I pulled out, her walls ground against me. Lifting her fine ass, I took her slow and intense, plunging deep and drawing back till I was almost out of her only to hit back home. Reveling in the sensation, she hazily stared back at me, her eyes fogged with passion as her body shuddered with each thrust.
Our kiss got more and more messy; all tongue, bites and lewd licks as we made love. Watching her face, her eyes, rosy lips parted and cheeks flushed... it seemed more intimate than anything. Her expression of sheer pleasure building up from the tension was enthralling.
We were taking it slowly...But it was so goddamn delicious.
The friction. Our mouths meeting feverishly. Hands running all over me. Mines, over her lithe body.
Her breathless gasps with each stroke.
She was so wet and sensitive, her insides throbbing as I took her reverently. I never wanted this to end, though the pleasure was mounting higher and higher. Her pulse was fluttering against my chest, matching with my own rhythm. And when she started to whimper... I just lost it.
I braced my hands on the edge of the mattress, before pushing inside of her, totally pinning her with my frame.
She let out a surprised yelp, before I drove inside of her in a full and far seated thrust, deep in her insides from a whole new angle. She clasped her mouth shut, but the moan still resounded within her throat.
"I love it, when you can't help your moans..." I roughly drawled. "Love it, when you know it's gonna get a lot... lot louder..."
She took a sharp inhale, meeting her hips with my next thrust.
"You're not going to last much longer," she rasped in a gasp, daring me.
Resting my forearms on each side of her head, I nudged her legs open, spreading them wider. My slow pace became utterly controlled, and so intense that with each strokes I hit deep inside of her, she moaned a little fuller, her breath hitching, unable to bite her lips to keep it in.
"Sweetheart..." I thickly chuckled, my voice low and scratchy. "Be careful for what you wish for..."
Her insides tightened at my words and she curled her arms around my biceps, her teeth clenching down onto my skin to muffle the noise. I grinned at her futile attempt, because hell...
She wouldn't be able to keep that up for much longer either...
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— A. Misaki
It was all because of those freaking damn glasses.
How can someone look so plain attractive with glasses? Whoever said that nerdy people were ugly was absolutely wrong. He was just... glorious... and sexy as hell... He made me want to bite him.
God, don't tell me I've become a freak-role-playing-pervert, I prayed.
Those lips and cheeky dimples he flashed so adorably were my catnip. Though I knew his adorable manners were only a way to make him showcase his dirty scheme. Especially when he whispered dirty things into my ears with his goddamn husky voice.
"I'd love to taste you, all over my tongue... Right now..." he darkly grinned over my spent form, hovering on top of me like a wolf. I pushed him off with a weak shove.
"Just how many times will it take to make you satisfied, Usui!" I groaned with frustration, my body too limp to move. His hand kept brushing my damp skin —covered with the sweat of our lovemaking.
As if he just couldn't get enough...Of me.
"Call me by my name. Or I swear, I'll take you again," he growled, rolling me over to face him. His bright emerald eyes sparkling with glee, he inconceivably seemed so refreshed after the whole morning activity.
Where the hell did his stamina come from!?
He bit my neck and a tingle shot right through my spine. "Stop that..." I urged, taking his face between my hands. He gave me his best and seductive grin ever.
"What about you finally tell me about Gerald?" I huffed, and his smile instantly faded at the mention. And I quickly pointed out before he could nag, "And don't start with your cave-man, possessive speech with me. You're the one that is between my hands right now," I warned, subtly rattling his head from sides to sides.
The smile resurfaced, albeit fonder. "You're so adorable," He hummed, dropping a close-mouthed kiss on my lips.
Shifting, the comforter initially covering both of us slid down from his chest. I rested my head on top of it and his hand came in, combing through my strands of hair. He leisurely kissed the tips, before eventually talking.
"He wanted the data on my computer, to be sure I didn't have anything up my sleeves to hindrance his offense. That's why he ordered the hit on Suzuna, for my apartment keys," he quietly confided. "And he hurt you... Therefore... He's going down. Regardless of the inheritance being the least of my concern. I don't damn give a care about his illness anymore. I just want hi—..."
"—Your grandfather's will... Richard Rachester." I whispered.
"Yeah, he reall... What?... You know about this?" He stopped, his hand stilling in its soothing motion.
I nodded, my cheek brushing against his smooth and ripped chest. The day he had stormed out with my client's name on the tip of his tongue, I unconsciously knew that something was up.
"I read the will. Your name's all over, but I didn't understand why, back then. You weren't even related to the Walkers and I found no official relations on public documentations... Nothing that mentioned you being close to them."
"But you're a Walker, after all," I bitterly remarked, the pain of all the things he had kept away from me resurfacing.
Hands cradling my head up in his warm palms, he lifted it to his lavish gaze. A mix of frustration and bewilderment was painting his dismayed expression, his emerald eyes wide with disbelief.
"You went through my laptop?"
"You could say that, I guess..." My gaze avoided his. "If it ever came into his possession, he'd make sure to destroy it. He actually did a good job, wiping your birth certificate from the surface of the Earth, you know. So I made several duplicatas... And forwarded them... strategically..." My voice faded at the last word.
His jaw clenched at my answer. He deeply exhaled, calming down his wits. When his eyes opened back, the fire brewing underneath had mildly chilled out.
"Why the fuck are you defending him, if you know all of that?..."
"Always keep your enemy closer than your friends," I smiled softly, cocking my eyebrows at the glorious blonde staring at me. I rolled my head on his torso, his steady heartbeat echoing against my ear. "That's how the society works, isn't it?"
A heavy sigh escaped his lips, his chest falling at the exhale. He slowly resumed his caresses in my hair.
"I can't really read your reactions, sometimes, Takumi..." I murmured. "And at some points, I thought you knew I was only acting with Gerald."
His eyes were unfocused on my face. He kept silent, mulling the thought over and over in his brain.
"I'm a lawyer... I know how to do my researches, you know. Perhaps even better than you could do."
He shifted, before pulling me over his body in an embrace. "Then, what else is there that you're hiding from me?"
I glanced away and his other hand —that was resting on the small of my back— squeezed with displeasure.
My gaze found its way back to his. "I can't tell you. But do you trust me?"
"I don't like being left in the dark, Misaki." His voice was a growl, sensual but so dangerous in sound. Alike to a hungry wolf who had been denied his treat.
"Do you trust me?" I insisted, my fingertips skimming the shape of his lips.
He bit them lightly, the shade of his eyes akin to one of a dark forest. "Do I have a choice?"
"Maybe," I grinned, before a shadow faded my smile away. "Unless you bring Suzuna into the story."
He cocked his eyebrows at me. "What do you take me for? A predictable person?" He chuckled.
God, I loved his scratchy tone, how his voice was low and husky after... Umh.
"That's the point, love," I teased, imitating him. Reaching out for his glasses on the nightstand, I put them on. He cleverly laughed at my obvious interest, making sparks of joy explode in my heart. I felt alive, the long night of sleep mending and the lost love back into view.
We eventually got out of bed somewhere after that... in between his addictive kisses and understanding.
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Author's note:
I'm making them appear so cozy after... Uhhh you know... xD!
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