Welcome to Yokohama! Another addition to the little rare-paring-collection I'm starting in this fic.
It had been a long day for Marcus as he worked to keep the Digital World safe. But some threats just hit too close to home. As he nursed his wounds back in the real world, both physical and emotional, Marcus craved an escape.
He cracked open another beer, the warm buzz helping to dull the pain, if only for a little while. Footsteps approached his room, but he didn't look up, not wanting to face anyone in this state. But the voice was unmistakable.
"Marcus, we've talked about this drinking alone." Yoshino's tone was stern, but her eyes showed only concern for him. She took in the empty cans littering his floor with a frown, counting at least half a six-pack. Too many for a young man to handle responsibly.
Sighing, she sat beside him on the bed, close enough for their thighs to touch. Marcus refused to meet her gaze at first, keeping his eyes downcast in shame. But he made no move to pull away from her comforting presence either.
When he did speak, his voice was raw. "I know, I know. It's a bad habit." Marcus ran frustrated hands through his hair, tugging slightly. As if the physical pain could divert from the emotional ache inside. "I just needed to forget for a while, you know? Stop feeling all this..."
Yoshino's expression softened at his words. She knew better than most the burdens he shouldered, having been at his side through it all. Reaching over, she gently pried the half-empty beer from his loose grip and set it with the others.
"There are better ways to cope, Marcus." Her tone was still serious but filled with compassion. One hand came up to cup his cheek, turning his face towards her so their eyes met. "You don't have to go through this alone."
Yoshino's hand lingered on Marcus's cheek, caressing tenderly. Something shifted in her eyes then, a new emotion awakening what had long lay dormant. Leaning in slowly to give him time to pull away, Yoshino pressed her lips to his in a gentle kiss.
Marcus stiffened in surprise, eyes flying open wide. But Yoshino's lips were soft and soothing, chasing away the bitterness of alcohol with her sweetness. Unable to help himself, his eyes drifted shut as he relaxed into the kiss.
When Yoshino drew back, her hand slipped down to rest over his racing heart. "Let me remind you what's truly worth living for," she whispered, a loving smile curving her lips.
Though inexperienced, Marcus was no longer naive. His body was responding to Yoshino's closeness in ways he couldn't deny. But this was unfamiliar territory and he hesitated, torn between desire and uncertainty.
"Yoshino...I've never..." he began, cheeks colouring in a flush. She shushed him tenderly, pressing another chaste kiss to his lips to bolster his courage.
"Shh, it's alright." Yoshino murmured soothingly as she felt Marcus trembling beneath her touch. "We'll go at your pace."
She kissed him deeply and slowly, letting her lips coax out his passion while also pouring her care and affection into the kiss. One hand caressed his cheek tenderly while the other slipped down to undo the top button of her blouse.
Yoshino took Marcus's hand and guided it to cup her breast, covered only by a thin lace bra. Her breath hitched slightly at the contact, but she kept her movements languid, wanting him to savour every sensation.
"Does this feel good?" Yoshino asked tenderly as she nuzzled her nose against his affectionately.
Marcus nodded mutely; eyes wide with wonder. His large, calloused hands seemed to engulf Yoshino's soft breast, feeling its weighty fullness. He lightly kneaded the gentle mound, exploring its texture and shape with reverence.
Beneath the thin lace of her bra, Marcus watched in fascination as Yoshino's nipple pebbled and tightened under his hesitant touches. A delicate pink bud standing erect, begging for his caress.
Keeping their gazes locked, Yoshino took his other hand and placed it on her other breast. "Touch me however you like, I'm yours to explore." She moaned softly, arching into his hands.
Marcus marvelled at how perfectly Yoshino fit into his palms. He gently massaged both breasts, thumbs grazing her hardened nipples in turn. Each brush elicited breathy gasps from Yoshino's kiss-swollen lips that set his blood aflame.
"You're so beautiful, Yoshino." Marcus breathed in awe and wonderment. He loved how her body responded to his care, nipples pebbling even more under his devoted attention. The pink buds begged to feel the stroke of his calloused thumbs, arousal blooming between them both.
Still gazing deeply into each other's eyes, Yoshino took Marcus's hands from her breasts and placed them on her shoulders instead.
"Come, lay with me." She said softly, pulling him down onto the bed beside her. Their lips met in a deep, searching kiss as Yoshino made quick work of the buttons on her blouse. Marcus helped her slide the fabric off, brushing his hands down her bare arms with a tender touch.
Yoshino made short work of his overshirt as well, pushing it off his broad shoulders and down his muscular arms. The shirt fell to the floor, leaving Marcus clad only in the thin grey tank beneath. She took a moment to admire his toned physique, tracing light patterns over his pecs and abs.
His body was strong yet subtlety sculpted from years of fighting. Yoshino loved every inch of him, scars and all. Leaning in, she trailed open-mouthed kisses along his throat and collar, eliciting shivers from Marcus. Her hands smoothed down his toned back, feeling the play of muscles beneath satin skin.
Their lower bodies were flush, arousal evident even through layers of clothing. Yoshino undulated her hips against his in a teasing rhythm, drawing a guttural groan from Marcus. "Yoshino...please..." he pleaded, overcome with need and longing for this woman.
Yoshino could feel Marcus trembling with barely restrained desire beneath her touches. She knew this was all so new and overwhelming for him. Slowing her movements, Yoshino cradled his face tenderly between her hands.
"Shh, it's alright. We have all the time in the world." She soothed him with gentle but deep kisses, pouring reassurance through their intimacy. Yoshino kept the pace unhurried as their lips moved together. Her tongue swept leisurely into his mouth to taste, not take.
One hand slid down his chest to rest just over Marcus's pounding heart, feeling its rapid rhythm gradually calm under her ministrations. Yoshino broke their kiss to nuzzle his cheek sweetly, pressing soothing pecks along his strong jawline.
When at last they parted, Yoshino gazed down at Marcus with eyes like liquid amber - warm, inviting, and filled with adoration. Her breathing had quickened to match his own as desire once more began to stir.
Keeping her eyes locked with Marcus's, Yoshino reached behind with one hand to undo the clasp of her bra. She slid the flimsy lace straps from her shoulders with tantalizing slowness, peeling it away to fully bare her breasts to his gaze.
Marcus drew in a sharp breath at the glorious sight revealed to him. Yoshino's breasts were perfection - full, round mounds topped with dusky rose nipples already stiffened in arousal's grip. Unable to help himself, his hands rose to cup their soft weight once more.
A sigh of bliss escaped Yoshino's kiss-swollen lips at his touch. "You may touch me as much as you like, Marcus." Her permission set his soul alight, freeing him to worship this goddess with heart and hands.
Marcus learned the shape, feel and response of Yoshino with devoted care. His thumbs teased her tightening buds in turn, drawing gasps and shudders from her.
The passion between them had built to a fever pitch, yet Yoshino maintained her leisurely pace - for this was about cherishing, not taking. She smiled down at Marcus with eyes dark and hazy with desire.
"Taste of me," Yoshino breathed, guiding one of his hands from her breast to caress down her side instead. With the other, she urged his head up until his lips met the taut bud of one nipple.
Marcus moaned at the sweetness of Yoshino's skin against his tongue. Experimenting under her gentle direction, he learned to kiss, suckle and tease until she gasped her pleasure. Yoshino's fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close as she arched into each exquisite sensation.
Switching his attentions to her other breast, Marcus lavished it with the same devoted worship. Yoshino cried out softly, nipples pebbling to such tautness under his ministrations it bordered on pain. But it was a delicious pain that fed the flames of her arousal.
"You learn so well, Marcus." She praised him between sighs, guiding his hands to caress her sides, back, and thighs in turn. Yoshino's skin had grown dewy-slick with passion, her breaths coming fast and shallow. The passion between them had reached a fever pitch, their breaths mingling in ragged pants as desire coiled tight within.
As Marcus worshipped her breasts, Yoshino let her hands wander as well. She traced his rippling muscles, teased his stiff nipples, then slid lower to palm the prominent tenting in his pants. Marcus gasped into her skin at the electrifying contact.
"Let me care for you as you do for me." Yoshino whispered, nipping his earlobe before soothing it with her tongue. Through the rough denim, she felt his rigid length, throbbing almost painfully in its confinement.
With practised fingers, she made quick work of the button and fly of Marcus's jeans. Sliding her hand inside, Yoshino gasped softly at the rigid heat she encountered. Gently, she drew his thick erection from its confinement, releasing it to stand proudly before her.
"So beautiful," she breathed in awe, gazing upon his heavy length. Already glistening with desire's dew, it twitched eagerly in the open air. Yoshino wrapped her delicate fingers around his width, marvelling at how fully he filled her grip.
At her first experimental pump upwards, Marcus cried out loudly in surprise and ecstasy. His hips bucked helplessly, thrusting more of himself into her slick fist. Yoshino smiled tenderly, beginning a slow, leisurely stroke that had him panting already.
"Does this feel good for you?" She asked tenderly, knowing full well his answer. At his frantic nod, Yoshino sped her movements just slightly - enough to draw a bead of clear fluid from his flushed tip. She swiped it gently with her thumb, spreading it to ease her way.
Yoshino watched Marcus writhe helplessly before her with tender affection. Her strokes brought him to the brink again and again, only to back off just as ecstasy gripped him. "Not yet, Marcus", she soothed, "there is more for us yet to share."
Shifting her grip lower, Yoshino began massaging his heavy sac with practised fingers. Her other hand rose to encircle just the flared head of his cock, spreading fresh dew across the ultra-sensitive skin.
Her ministrations were maddeningly slow and precise, focusing solely on wringing every drop of ecstasy from his swollen glans. Pre-cum flowed freely, slicking her movements until he was beyond rational thought.
Yoshino marvelled at how his arousal pearled heavily from the flushed crest with each manipulation, a symbol of his longing and trust for her alone. Her touch grew more insistent, rubbing tight circles that had his cock throbbing helplessly in her grasp.
"Come for me, Marcus," she breathed tenderly into his ear. At her command, Marcus threw his head back with a guttural cry. Yoshino felt his cock pulse powerfully in her grip as thick ropes of release exploded from his flushed crown.
She was stunned by the volume of his spend, her fist and fingers coated swiftly in his creamy essence. Never had she seen a man release so abundantly on his first climax. Wave after wave of spurts continued pulsing from his cock, slicking her hand and wrist.
Yoshino milked him through it all, prolonging his rapture as long as possible. When at last he was wrung dry, she placed gentle kisses to his heaving chest. "You never cease to amaze and thrill me, darling." Yoshino sighed, already longing to feel his passion fill her completely in turn. But for now, she simply held him close, savouring the intimacy of afterglow.
Marcus lay boneless in Yoshino's embrace, breath heaving as he struggled to return to himself after such a shattering release. Never had he felt such ecstasy consume his entire being, leaving him wrung out yet wholly sated.
Yoshino held him tenderly, pressing gentle kisses to his damp brow and cheeks. With her other hand, she began caressing his chest soothingly through the thin material of his undershirt. Her palm swept across his pecs in slow, broad arcs, calloused fingers rasping deliciously over stiffening nipples.
Marcus sighed, arching into her touch like a cat begging affection. Yoshino smiled against his skin, nipping his earlobe lightly before continuing her ministrations. Her hands glided lower to explore the ridges of his abs, feeling taut muscle contract under satin skin still sensitive in aftermath's glow.
As Marcus began to recover, Yoshino knew it was time to clean them up just a little. Reaching over to the bedside table, she plucked a tissue and began gently wiping the mingled essence from his softening length.
Marcus sighed blissfully at her delicate ministrations, hips twitching at each tingling brush of fabric. His brows furrowed in concentration, willing himself to regain control as the tissue removed all traces of their passion's proof.
Yoshino pressed a tender kiss to his twitching crown before binning the tissue with a smile. "There now, all fresh again." She soothed, caressing his cheek fondly.
Marcus gazed up at her with eyes darkening once more with renewed longing. "Yoshino...let me give you the same pleasures." He breathed, still slightly breathless yet determined. "I want to touch you as you did me."
Her answering smile was full of promise, amber eyes lit from within by the sacred flames of their intimacy. "Then by all means, the stage is yours." Yoshino purred, offering herself fully to his exploration and care.
She rose up on graceful limbs to stand before him, her modest form limned in moonlight. With lithe fingers, Yoshino unfastened her skirt to let it whisper down long legs, baring herself in all her nude splendour.
Every curve was perfection - from the flared flare of her hips to pert breasts crowned with rosy buds stiffened eagerly. Scars and marks of life lined her form, but only served to enhance her earthy allure. She stood proud and unashamed, a goddess among mortals.
Rising unsteadily, Marcus shed his remaining clothes. Yoshino's hungry gaze roamed hungrily over him, and he suddenly felt utterly exposed - but not in a unpleasant way. Under her appreciation, he felt truly seen.
His cock rose rigidly between them, the evidence of her effect plain. "Yoshino..." Marcus breathed, drinking in the sight of her like a parched man presented with fine wine. "You are so beautiful. I never knew...this is all so new."
Yoshino's tender guidance emboldened Marcus's curiosity. As they lay entwined, he explored her curves with growing confidence - caressing the smooth plane of her back, tracing circling patterns upon her sides.
Her breasts fit his palms like they were made for this purpose alone. When his thumbs brushed across her taut buds, Yoshino gasped sweet encouragement against his lips.
Bolstered by her encouragement, Marcus allowed his hands to travel lower still. Here was untouched territory he longed to explore, yet feared hurting her softness through ignorance.
Yoshino sensed his nerves and guided his questing fingers between her thighs. The first brush of curls against his digits stole Marcus's breath - they were finer than silk, the colour of sunset. Below, her folds glistened with slick arousal meant for him alone, plump and flushed a deep rosé.
Gently, oh so gently, she pressed his fingertips to the source of that heat and slipperiness. Marcus gasped at the silken softness of her inner petals, already swollen and parted slightly to welcome him home. He traced her delicate contours in awe-filled wonder.
When his fingers sank into her welcoming cleft, a sigh escaped Yoshino's kiss-swollen lips. "There...feel how you affect me so. Now caress me there, and learn what brings me joy." Her hands guided his strokes with barely-there pressure, teaching him her pleasure's dance.
Marcus was utterly lost in awestruck wonder, discovering new delights with each caress guided by Yoshino's soft sighs. Her folds were like raw silk, parting easily to welcome his touch, clinging to his digits as they slipped and slid through her slick heat.
Each pass through her delicate petals revealed new textures and sensations that stole his breath away. The softness of her inner lips, swollen and flushed in desire's grip. The hardened pearl of her bud nestled within, already pearling with dew as her moans grew louder.
Yoshino encouraged him with breathy cries of pleasure, pressing her hips into each stroke. The sound of her release was sweeter than any music, stoking Marcus's passion higher. He explored her fully, learning to rub tight circles around her straining nub or sink his fingers into her clenching channel.
Whatever brought her closer to the brink, he committed to devoted memory. Yoshino was transcendent in her abandon, a siren calling him ever deeper into realms unknown. Marcus knew at that moment he would spend a lifetime learning to worship her as she deserved.
Under Marcus's devoted ministrations, Yoshino felt her control slipping away on waves of mounting bliss. Each rub and caress pushed her higher, until coherent thought fled in a haze of pure sensation.
She pulled him into hungry, open-mouthed kisses, tongues dancing as her hips canted eagerly against his diligent fingers. Marcus met her passion stroke for stroke, learning her body's song and conducting her swiftly towards the precipice's sweet edge.
Yoshino broke from his lips to cry out wordlessly, back arching as ecstasy gripped her fully. Her inner walls clenched around nothing, seeking the completion only he could provide.
"Please, I need you inside," she begged between gasping moans, reaching down to encircle his thick length in a tight fist. Yoshino pumped him urgently, smearing his essence up his veined shaft until he, too, was trembling on the brink of oblivion.
"Now, Marcus, claim your right as my lover and send me over that sweet edge with you!"
With a guttural cry, Marcus moved on top of her and thrust forward to seat himself fully within her gripping heat. As one, they tumbled into the abyss of rapture under the benediction of stars.
When Marcus sank home into Yoshino's tight sheath, all thought fled but the primal imperative to join fully with his mate. Her slick walls gripped him like a velvet vice, tugging him ever deeper into bliss unknown.
At the first stuttering thrust, sensation overwhelmed him - the scorching grip enveloping his length, her bud rubbing deliciously against his twitching crown with each motion. He struggled to maintain control, hips snapping helplessly into hers with no finesse. Yoshino seemed to sense his challenge, wrapping her limbs tight around his shuddering form. Her hands moved to grasp his buttocks, guiding his jerking thrusts into a slower, deeper rhythm her body craved.
Though her guidance helped steady him, Marcus's inexperience proved a hindrance in his ability to fully please his lover. His thrusts remained uneven and clumsy, more hindered than helped by shaking limbs not yet conditioned to passion's dance.
Yoshino sensed his mounting frustration through inelegant motions, and knew it was time to take lead. Gently but firmly, she stilled his jerking hips with palms to his chest. "Shh, it's alright, Marcus. For now, let me take charge and teach you."
She slid from his still semi-rigid length with a sigh, pressing a tender kiss to his panting lips. "Roll to your back, darling. Tonight, I'll take care of everything; just relax and enjoy."
Yoshino straddled Marcus's hips eagerly, taking his flushed erection in hand. She paused a moment to savour the feeling of his thick head nudging her slick entrance. With a slow grind of her hips, she impaled herself fully upon his rigid length once more.
Her head fell back on a moan of blissful relief at being filled so completely. Yoshino stilled, allowing herself a few moments to adjust and appreciate the sensation of him pulsing within her clutching walls.
Bracing palms upon Marcus's heaving chest, she began to rise up in a leisurely bounce that had them both sighing in rapture. Yoshino set an unhurried pace at first, grinding down to meet each downward glide in a sensual roll of her hips.
Their lips met in open-mouthed kisses, hungry and unrestrained. Yoshino felt Marcus' thickness pulsating within, as her inner walls undulated around him in a velvet caress. Each meeting of their hips sent shockwaves through her core, stoking a wildfire that threatened to consume her utterly.
Rising urgency drove her tempo higher, bouncing upon Marcus's rigid length with abandon. Her breasts swung enticingly with each impact, pebbled buds aching to be claimed once more.
Below, the slick slap of their joining flesh echoed through the chamber as Yoshino spiralled into a frenzy of unchecked desire. She rode him with wild fervour, all thought fleeing but the imperative to chase her climax to its sweet conclusion.
Marcus could only surrender to the overwhelming bliss, hips pistoning to meet each downward glide. Sensation pounded through him in a maddening crescendo, dragging a guttural cry from his throat with each forceful plunge.
Passion's tide swept Yoshino and Marcus relentlessly towards the waiting shore. With each slap of flesh, her inner walls rippled deliciously around his engorged length.
The coil within her womb wound impossibly tighter, ready to unspring at any moment. Yoshino felt it building - an unstoppable crescendo that would consume her utterly.
With a keening wail, Yoshino tumbled over the edge into blissful oblivion. Her inner walls contracted in powerful spasms, gripping Marcus's cock like a vice as her climax ripped through her in shuddering waves.
Never had she experienced such intensity, back arching as ecstasy claimed her fully. Each ripple dragged a fresh spurt of essence from Marcus's cock, his own control utterly shattered in her throes.
The feeling of her rapture triggered his undoing. With a guttural cry, Marcus thrust upwards as his cock erupted in hot jets deep inside her pulsing channel.
Yoshino threw back her head in shock and delight, feeling his impossibly copious release flooding her clenching sheath to the brim. Wave after wave of his seed painted her womb, more than any could contain.
Lost in the throes of passion, she milked every last drop from him as rapture's aftershocks racked them both.
Marcus felt consciousness slipping as ecstasy pounded through his every fibre with violent force. His cock continued twitching and pulsing long after his seed ceased flowing, hyper-stimulated past any ability to withstand further sensation.
Above him, Yoshino quivered through the last ripples of her own climax. She collapsed breathless upon his heaving chest; sated muscles unable to support her weight any longer.
His softening member remained sheathed within her, unwilling to part from its velvet glove just yet.
Yoshino stirred against Marcus as things started coming back into focus. She gazed up at him with a tired smile. "Hehe, sorry bout that. I think I might've got a little too wild back there."
Her cheeks were still flushed pink. Marcus looked totally wiped out, but was smiling back at her warmly. She traced gentle patterns on his chest, helping him catch his breath.
It was clear he was ready to go again already, though they both needed to recharge. Yoshino gave him a quick peck. "Rest up soldier, cause next round you can really show me some moves."
Marcus grinned sleepily. Yoshino snuggled into his arms, feeling totally content. "Sweet dreams, handsome. When you feel better, I'm all yours to practice on."
With that, she closed her eyes, looking forward to more fun later.
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