A/N: Last chapter? Yes? No?
There was a lot of twisting and turning involved before Kid seemed settle enough to proceed. He pulled Maka's legs forward, hitched one up, pressed on her hip to get her to turn her pelvis a certain way. The Shinigami suddenly seemed nervous and was falling back into old habits, subconsciously seeking symmetry in order to soothe himself.
She refrained from commenting on it, choosing to rub along his forearms instead. There was no way he was more nervous than she was. He'd done this enough to know how things worked.
"Yeah, I've had my fair share of bedmates," he said idly.
Maka blanched, but he only leaned down to kiss her forehead.
"You were talking to yourself. It's alright."
Maka felt the other meisters thumbs gliding over her hipbones once more before they retreated. One hand slid underneath her left thigh to hold the leg up and against him, the other slid along his length for a couple of strokes before he lined himself up, exhaling sharply as he felt the beginnings of slick heat against his skin.
"You ready?"
Maka took a deep breath and nodded before offering a quiet, "Yes," shifting beneath him.
The raven tapped her thigh with the flat of his hand, asking for her attention.
"Look at me. Don't look there, look up here. You want me to stop, I'll stop, all you have to do is say so."
The blonde nodded again, ashen hair falling in her eyes a bit. She brushed it away and then found Kid's eyes. They shone with a fondness she hadn't seen in him before, soft and golden, welcoming, safe. She ignored the nudge of his hips, just focused on his face. Watched him watch her.
He managed to slip the head just inside before he grit his teeth and hunched over. Her inner walls had clamped around him almost immediately, and there would be no moving if she stayed this way.
"Relax, relax, relax," he chanted. "I'm not going to hurt you, Maka, I swear."
"I'm trying!"
The mattress rolled beneath them as he shifted his weight on his knees, right hand dropping to grip beneath her other thigh and tilt her pelvis up. His chest lowered, the new proximity allowing him to talk in her ear. She seemed to like it when he did that.
"Shhh, it's ok. Just relax," he crooned.
Her body was tight with indecision, but Kid knew her mind was clear. If she wanted to stop she would say so. That was something he had no worries about. Her reaction to him was largely instinctual and he understood the frustration of battling with internal demons. Intimacy was difficult for her and new experiences were scary, regardless of who you were or what you did.
He just needed to be patient a little longer.
Small strong arms slipped between his own, her hands arcing up to rest over his shoulder blades. Her fingertips dug into the muscle there, spasming of their own accord.
"I'm sorry! I'm trying," Maka gurgled at him. She sounded near tears, frustrated that her body was betraying her.
"Shhhh."
The Shinigami kept his face tucked away near her neck, whispering that he'd make her feel good, that she was safe, he wouldn't let anything happen to her. It was fine. She was fine. And slowly but surely she sagged against him.
When he pushed forward again he expected to have to halt and start the process all over again. Though there was a small contraction it wasn't enough to halt him. He just rocked back and forth, in and out, a simple push and pull. The draw backwards was minimal due to his position, but he felt the progress he made every time his hips rolled.
Maka had relaxed enough that raven chose to raise himself on his forearms to look at her again. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, her grip on his back slightly slack. The thinnest ring of grassy green was visible around lust blown pupils. There were all sorts of questions swimming in those brilliant hues, but she couldn't voice them.
Instead, Kid simply asked her, "How do you feel?"
She didn't answer, just pulled him back down to bury her face in his neck. She gasped and shivered, legs moving to wrap around his waist.
Oh…oh that was too delicious. Kid couldn't let it slide.
He smiled as he chuckled, "I told you your legs weren't too long. They feel perfect around me."
She trembled again, walls of her sex mirroring the external action.
"You feel perfect around me."
The resulting moan that Maka unleashed was unearthly. Simultaneously depraved and beguiling. He was a selfish man and wanted to hear more of those sounds. Wanted her to wail for him, scream his name, let the world know that he'd had her first.
He did not believe that virginity was a particularly sacred thing. There was nothing inherently special about being a virgin, nor anything disgraceful about it. He did believe, though, that a person offering their body to another, particularly when they had not partaken in such intimacy before, was sacred. It showed inherent trust. A connection existed between those two people that would tie them together forever.
It was also a point of pride. A matter of ego. Maka would go to Soul in the end and she would be his. There was no doubt in Kid's mind that this was the case. But the truth was that Kid was the first man to have her, and there was no changing that. He could not take it back. Did not want to take it back.
The primal side of him flared red hot at the notion that while other men could have her they had not been bestowed the honor of being first in line. He was a means to an end, yes, but this was something Soul had not been gifted with, and he coveted the feeling.
Maka was trying to just keep herself together. Every inch that filled her shot white hot heat licking up her spine. It was absolutely incredible. Kid hadn't been kidding when he'd told her how much more sensitive things would be. It was bordering on overstimulating, but sweet fuck it was amazing.
"More, deeper…something!"
With a low growl thrumming in his throat, the raven rolled over, balancing the scythe meister on his hips without effort. He snorted as her eyes went wide again, arms flying up to cover her chest.
"What are you doing!?" she yelped, flushing crimson from her forehead all the way to her hidden breasts.
"Giving you control."
"What?"
"You have more control if you're on top. You can experiment a little. Don't get me wrong, I immensely enjoy being over you. It makes me feel powerful if I'm to be honest. But I don't need to feel that right now, you do."
"But I don't know…I don't know what to do," she whispered as she ducked her head. The curtain of her hair provided ample coverage to hide from.
"You keep saying that as if it should bother me, Maka," the raven spoke candidly. "It doesn't bother me. It feels good. You feel good."
She tried to shift away from him but he didn't allow it. Her motion wasn't a matter of consent, but rather an attempt to hide from him. It was unnecessary and a little hurtful.
"Do you think I'm unaffected by you? Do you think that I don't feel any sort of attraction or desire for you?" he questioned her as his hips canted upwards.
"I—I don't…"
"You don't understand how difficult it is for me to behave myself. I don't mean to seem cold. Trying to teach you and ignore what my body wants to do is…it takes a lot of concentration."
That seemed to do the trick, Maka peeking out through her hair before sweeping it out of her eyes. She unintentionally rocked on top of him, gasped and dropped her hands onto his abdomen to catch herself.
"What the shit is that?!"
Kid grasped her hands and moved them to his chest, his own seeking out her waist to guide her. He pulled her down as he pressed up, studying her face. She quirked her eyebrows and squeezed his waist with her thighs, gasping again.
"Mmm, pretty sure I'm hitting your cervix. Feels like it."
Her hips tipped forward again and this time he was the one gasping. The intake of breath was sharp and impossible not to notice. She repeated the action, smiling as Kid's eyes closed and his head tipped up and to the side.
"Good?" she asked.
"Feels fucking phenomenal, but I'm supposed to be teaching you how to feel good."
"Seeing you like this feels pretty good," she admitted.
The Shinigami allowed his eyes to remain closed, wanting to take a few moments to just feel Maka around him. Her movements were becoming more insistent, body raising higher with every push forward. Soon enough the sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, soft whines and grunts of effort intermingling to create a sinful symphony.
Maka's thighs were shaking, unused to moving in such a manner for an extended period of time. She faltered in the barely-there rhythm she and Kid had created, crying out in frustration when he slipped out of her.
When he moved to try and slide back inside her she vehemently shook her head no. His hands dropped to his sides without a second thought, a wave of disappointment washing over him. Disappointment turned to stone cold fear when she climbed off his body and settled next to him.
"Relax," she taunted as she pulled him on top of her, "and fuck me."
Oh.
At this juncture it was a chivalry be damned sort of situation. He wanted her to feel every inch of his body, to know what ecstasy felt like, was ready to hear her call for him.
He threw her legs over his shoulders, ignoring her call of embarrassed protest in favor of driving into her so deeply she was leaving scratch marks all over his forearms. The pain spurred him on, arms dropping and body curling over hers to hold the position of her calves over his back. She was nearly bent in half, wailing into his neck, but she wasn't hurting.
He wasn't sure how she managed it, but she felt her nails digging into his upper back as they had done to his arms. It was so fucking great.
"Fuck! FuckfuckfuckKidKidKid, what the fuck is that?! OH MY FUCKING GOD RIGHT THERE!"
The Shinigami didn't know who he had been kidding. Prim and proper had not been the way to go with Maka. No, what she needed was bossy bordering on rude, and he gave it to her.
Oh, did he give it to her.
"Such a good girl, Maka. You feel so, so good, love. So tight, hot, wet, fucking perfect."
The scythe meister fell suddenly silent, her fingers threading in his hair to pull at it hashly.
"Ah! Shit!"
It didn't actually hurt. Not really. It did send jolts of electricity coursing through his body, from the crown of his head to the tips of his toes. Fuck, it was beautiful. With each pull on his hair he thrust harder, her breathing increasing in volume.
When he finally noticed how quiet the blonde had become he slowed himself, concerned.
"Don't you fucking stop," she growled, voice almost threatening. "Don't you dare."
He resumed his pace, trying to talk in between deep inhalations of breath.
"You got quiet. You ok?"
"Shut up. Shut up, shut up. Trying to listen. Y'make good noises," she babbled almost incoherently.
Ahhhh, so that was it. He had actually restrained himself trying to make her comfortable, but if she wanted noise, he could make noise.
He doubled down his efforts, arms now under hers to match the grip she had on his back. He, however, was wise enough to grip the edge of the mattress, using it for leverage to push himself deeper still. He huffed, growled, grunted, panted in her ear. It was the last that really seemed to do it for her, though he felt her ripple over him whenever he let loose a moan.
"Come for me," she whimpered. "Please. Wanna feel it…need to, I can't anymore."
Kid didn't question her, just did his best to do what she asked. He wanted to see her face when he finished, but he knew his own body, could time it right. For the time being he kept himself pressed to her, his voice in her ear, bodies sticky with sweat.
He littered her neck with kisses, bit at her throat, sucked bruises into her clavicles until he felt his orgasm blooming low in his belly. The moment he felt it stirring he sat up, pulled her legs from his shoulders to secure them around his waist once more, and called for her to look at him.
For the first time she complied with his request without hesitation, meadow green meeting goldenrod. Heavy lidded and drunk on pleasure.
Kid finished with a guttural growl, teeth bared for the briefest of moments before he sucked in his lip and allowed his head to drop to his chest. His body shuddered its way through his orgasm, exploding in sticky warmth, cementing his place inside his fellow meister. She yelped at the sensation, the cry falling away into a primal groan of her own, hips raising to meet his as he emptied himself.
The Shinigami waited until he was sure he was completely spent, gently removing Maka's legs from around his body. He grinned like a Cheshire cat when he saw how they shook, the smile becoming impossibly wider when he noted her whole form trembling.
He collapsed next to her, pulling her into him, ignoring the tackiness of their skin, enjoying the feel of her tucked against his side. Her chest heaved and the shaking of her hands matched the tremors in her legs, jerking at random. He wasn't much better off, his feet spasming with the aftershocks of orgasm.
They were quiet for a while, basking in the afterglow. Maka stole kisses, tangled her fingers with the Shinigami's, ran her fingers over the bruises she had given him. He pulled his fingers through her hair and slid them along her spine, cataloged all the places he had touched her and committed them to memory.
"How was it?" he finally asked her when they were tucked beneath his sheets.
It seemed like such an innocent question, but there were subtle undertones there that Maka could not ignore. She reached up, caressed a pale cheek, and brought his forehead down to meet hers once more.
"It was everything I needed."
Kid smiled, taking the hand on his face in his own warm palm, pulling them down to rest over his heart. No more words were spoken. He simply kissed her temple and let her soft breathing lull him to sleep, content to hold her until he was forced to let go.