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Warning!
This chapter will feature mature themes and depictions of sexual material. Please take caution if such themes bother you.
Author's Notes:
I have to say that writing this chapter was tough. Fair warning; if the warning above wasn't obvious, this chapter would contain lemons. I had to write and re-write this chapter numerous times until I was satisfied. Writing it in Haru's POV made it extra challenging. Anyway, apologies for the long update. I've changed careers, and lately, I've been working six to seven days a week. Finding time to write is becoming harder, but I am determined to continue this story. Please don't forget to Favorite, Follow, and Review. It really motivates me to know you guys enjoy this story.
Lastly, for those interested in re-reading, I've corrected numerous grammatical errors in prior chapters.
Comment to Reviews:
lightning-187: Thank you for the review. You know, I really like Suigmura as a character. He is so easy to hate. I wish in the games they made him more of a presence as it would've felt great to have Akira knock him down a few pegs. Also, Akira/Haru is the best, hands down!
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Before
7/18
It is late when Sojiro finally departs, and Akira finishes cleaning Leblanc. Even later, he is in his loungewear – a black long-sleeved shirt and olive sleep pants – and he and his friends end their discussion on Medjed.
"You should get ready for bed," Morgana urges, stretching on the bed.
"Maybe."
Inwardly, Akira agrees with the cat. Between the disaster that was the fireworks festival, cleaning Leblanc, and the news on Medjed, Akira is mentally fatigued.
Then, his phone on the bed beeps.
"It's Haru," Morgana says, pawing at the device.
Frowning, Akira retrieves the phone and unlocks it.
[Haru O.] 1132PM: Are you still awake?
Akira blinks.
[Akira K.] 1132PM: A little late for a rendezvous, isn't it?
He sees the three text bubbles indicating that Haru is preparing her response. Hopefully, her needs aren't severe, and she sees the humor in his response. What Akira doesn't expect, however, is her response.
[Haru O.] 1133PM: I apologize for the sudden notice, but I am traveling to Leblanc and will arrive shortly. Are you alone?
Again, Akira blinks, then spares a glance at Morgana. Morgana stops licking his paw at the strange look Akira gives him. "What?"
[Akira K.] 1133PM: It's just the cat and me.
[Haru O.] 1134PM: Good. It is vital. Can we talk privately?
"Hey, Akira," Morgana calls. "You're staring at your phone pretty intensely. What's going on? Is Haru in trouble?"
Slowly, in almost a robotic fashion, Akira turns toward the feline. "I…don't know. She wants to –"
Akira stops himself. If there is one thing the cat will not budge on, it is bedtime. The youth has received too many lectures from Morgana to know how said cat values their sleep. Unless Haru is near death – which Akira doubts – there is no way to have her over without Morgana screaming bloody murder. Asking permission isn't an option, so Akira takes another approach.
"Want some catnip before bed?"
Morgana jumps to his feet. "Do I!"
After basically inhaling a fistful of the shredded leaves, Morgana wobbles like a drunken sailor. Ten minutes later, he passes out on the floor with a hint of drool dripping from his chin. Akira smiles, extracting his feline partner – not before taking a picture for blackmail later – and placing him snugly at the center of the couch. Other cats go crazy on catnip. Morgana loses the ability to walk and falls flat on his face.
It must be something to do with him being human, Akira thinks.
Traveling downstairs, he hears the bell chime and feels his breath dissolve at the sight of Haru.
She is wearing a pink yukata that looks skintight against her body. Her hair is a frizzy, wild mess that somehow comes off as sexy. And, her face – Akira narrows his eyes.
There are faint red marks on her jaw, like a bruise.
X
"Haru, what happened to your face?"
Akira is enough to dispel the unease brewing in her chest. Even his darkened stare or raised voice doesn't squash the relief inside of her. Regardless of the plan, she is happy to be in the presence of someone who cares and won't hurt her.
Akira doesn't move toward her, so Haru takes the initiative. She drops the things in her hands, closes the distance between them, and wraps her arms around his neck in the most energetic embrace she can muster. His presence, voice, and smell – strong like coffee – makes her think that her feelings for the youth are real, and her intentions come from a place of love rather than desperation. Akira makes a sound of surprise.
Yes, she thinks feverishly, squeezing the youth harder. This must be love.
"Haru," mummers Akira, struggling to find the right words. His hands remain at his side. "Are…you, alright?"
Haru wants none of that, though. "I'd feel better with a hug."
"O-oh!"
Finally, he returns her embrace, and she just melts. She can stay this way for hours, taking in the smell of coffee and squeezing him harder.
"Haru," Akira says.
"Hm," she responds, looking up at him.
"You're wearing your yukata."
"Yes?"
She sees his adam's apple rise and fall. That excites her for some reason.
"Your …yukata is very wet," Akira manages. "It's…clinging to your skin."
Haru feels heat rise to her pale cheeks and ears. She doesn't have to look down to know her appearance is not dignified.
She gestures over her shoulder. "I brought clothes to change and sleep in the bag behind me."
"Are you staying somewhere away from home?"
Haru resists the urge to squeak. It is a valid question she doesn't know how to answer.
"Haru," continues Akira softly. "What happened to your jaw? Did someone hurt you?"
This time Haru gulps, feeling small and flustered. She breaks the embrace. "C-can we sit down?"
Akira stares at her closely for a few seconds, then says, "Sure. Take a seat, and don't worry about getting anything wet. I can make some coffee or tea."
"Tea," giggles Haru, smoothing her yukata to sit comfortably. Even if he tells her not to worry, she feels guilty about creating more work for him, so she lies at the booth's edge.
"I don't think caffeine this late is good for sleep," Akira explains behind the counter. "I learned this fact from our last outing, so I recently got some white tea."
Haru hums in reply and opts to simply watch him brew their beverages. He is graceful in a nonchalant manner. The way he walks behind the counter, seemingly gliding, and handles every item with precision. It is subtle, but Haru sees the slight dips in his brow, how his mouth moves when he thinks, and the concentration he pays to every action.
She'd die from the intensity if he gave her that level of scrutiny and attention. No, she would undoubtedly implode if he took off his glasses and stared at her with so much desire.
"Haru," calls Akira.
"Y-yes?"
Akira smiles behind the counter. "Do you want any sugar, honey, or milk?"
"Honey, please."
"Coming right up."
Akira finishes their drinks and approaches her with the skillfulness she begins to expect from him. He places their cups down, sits across from her, and leans forward. He rests his face on his hand, his thumb under his chin, and his fingers over his mouth. As she picks up her cup and takes a sip, Haru can feel his eyes on her, questioning. She is marginally warmer, which has little to do with the beverage.
"H-how is Morgana?" Haru asks, placing her cup down.
"Sleeping upstairs."
"O-oh, he is…usually up when you are."
"He is," sighs Akira, using his other hand to knead his forehead. "I had to give him some catnip. Otherwise, he'd scream bloody murder about me staying up late."
"Catnip?"
"Yeah. The stuff knocks Morgana out within minutes." She can see the corner of his lips rise. "He'll be out for a bit, so it's just you and me. You have my full attention."
Does she ever. Even behind Akira's glasses, his gaze causes fluttering in her chest. His previous statement doesn't help either. Now, how to proceed?
Surprising them both, Haru moves to sit next to him. Akira scoots over to accommodate her.
What am I doing? Haru thinks to herself. She isn't driven by anger or some urgency to make rash decisions in his presence. No, instead, she experiences genuine yearning. Perhaps all of this is an excuse for her to chase what she is really after.
Don't compromise. Reach for what you want!
Oh, she plans to. The first kiss is chaste. She pulls back to gauge Akira's reaction. Other than surprise, he is captivated. Good, she thinks, leaning in for another kiss. She can feel his hesitance and confusion melt away the longer they continue.
Within seconds, their positions switch, and he takes charge, kissing her more heatedly. She feels a jolt when his tongue brushes her lower lip, and she does the same on instinct.
Akira groans in her mouth, and the sound is like music to her ears.
Emboldened, Haru runs her hand through his hair. It is as soft as she imagined. Akira's hands move to her waist, noticeably avoiding her chest. She smiles, taking one of his hands with hers and placing it over the left breast as he leans back with wide eyes.
Haru presses her advantage, plucking his glasses off his face and laying them on the table. His mind is working on overdrive to make sense of the situation. But Haru doesn't want that. She needs less thinking and more doing, so she squeezes his hand over her breast. Then, she begins kissing her chin, collar, then neck.
The dam breaks. Whatever resistance Akira possesses shatters the moment her lips make contact with his neck. His own mouth falls on her exposed neck and sucks hungrily.
Shocked, Haru gasps. All of her nerves tighten at once, then relax.
It is an excellent form of torture.
She throws her head back, mouth open in silent pants, as his tongue and teeth mark her pale skin. Making matters worse, both of his hands knead her breasts, and the thin sports bra she wears does nothing to make them less sensitive to his touch.
"A-Ah-Ak!"
Even Haru doesn't know whether she is trying to say his name or continues gasping.
When Akira pulls back, face flush with wet lips, Haru feels a tension below her stomach, and heat pools between her thighs at the sight of him. He is wonderfully ravished and kissable. Haru leans forward to do just that as Akira does the same when their foreheads lightly collide.
"Haru."
Rolling her eyes up and away from his lips, she sees the smile he tries and fails to suppress.
Haru smiles in return. "Yes?"
"We need to stop."
Haru's smile falls. "S-stop?"
Akira nods against her forehead, which is so adorable. Haru's lips quirk upwards despite her confusion.
"What are those bruises on your jaw and shoulder?"
Oh. Oh!
Haru shifts back and looks to where his mouth was moments ago.
Without her being aware, the yukata had become slowly undone. A bit of her torso is exposed as well as the nasty discoloration. Staring back at Akira, Haru almost flinches at the unfiltered rage burning behind his grey eyes.
His gaze is far away, not honed at her, but Haru is afraid nonetheless for whoever is the intended target. At the same time, though, she is happy and excited, too.
"I was in an altercation with someone," Haru says after seconds of silence.
Haru raises a hand to stop him from interrupting. "I…know how it appears, but it really was (horrible, petrifying, deathly) just a misunderstanding that grew a little (very) hostile. I did (nothing wrong) not help matters. In return, I (kicked) pushed them harshly and felt (satisfied) ashamed of my actions. I want to (hurt) apologize to them, but now (never) is not the time."
As always, Akira listens to her tale with the patience of a saint. Without his glasses, Haru's intense gaze wonders if he sees the truth behind her fib.
"And, who is this person?" Akira asks.
"They are a (fiend) family friend. We've known each other for (little) some time."
"I see," he says, the intensity of his gaze lessening. "Alright, then, what is this going on right now? You came over so suddenly. Is this…yearning right now…because of what happened?"
"No (Yes)," Haru says.
Akira brings a hand to his face, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Haru, I don't know what to think."
"Akira…"
At the sight of his exasperation, the weight of her recent actions hit her.
What am I doing? Haru wonders, feeling shame and embarrassment warm her face. Suddenly, coming to Leblanc feels like the worst decision she's ever made. Why did it seem like the only option earlier? And, how did she rationalize to herself that causing all of this confusion could help her?
Because…
I can't wait to pop your high school cherry.
The words freeze her insides and make her blood boil all at once.
It represents the one thing she cannot surrender to anyone, not her choosing. It is a sin and pleasure, and for her solely to indulge.
"Haru?"
"Then don't."
"What?"
"Don't think about it."
The words bypass her brain before she can process them. Just like in her room, her emotions fade, replaced by sudden clarity and an action plan.
With deft fingers, Haru frees her left shoulder from the confines of the yukata. The fabric pools at her abdomen, revealing her torso. Except for her breast, covered by her black sports bra, she is half-naked.
Haru restrains a giggle at Akira's eyes which widen significantly. Akira's gaze takes her in, jumping from her stomach to each shoulder – assessing the discoloration – and lingering on her neckline.
"Akira, I'm here because I (need) want to be." Haru's face flushes. "No one is expecting me until tomorrow, so…."
If his resolve is a wall, Haru can see it slowly crumbling. One more push, something tells her, and that wall will fall. Haru steadies her nerves. Akira is saying something, some excuse or another, to dissuade her or maybe himself. Perhaps, he isn't wrong, a part of her subconscious suggests, and they should stop. Another aspect of her, though, is reimagining the sensation of his mouth on her neck again. That latter part of her mind wins in the end.
No more hesitating. No more doubting.
Taking a deep breath, Haru reaches for the band of her sports bra and pulls it up and over her shoulder, freeing her breasts from their confines.
Her nervousness about Akira's reaction is momentarily replaced by the relief and freedom she feels.
She is at ease until she sees him, and heat consumes her entire being. His stare is just that intense. Gone are the meekness and concern. All that remains in those gray eyes are feral hunger and desire. They almost appear red.
"A-Akir—"
His mouth captures her lips in a searing kiss. The world immediately recedes to the back of her mind. No more thinking and more doing.
Haru gasps audibly when both his hands cup her breasts, barely covering the ivory globes.
"My…god," he groans through clenched teeth into her ear.
Akira's hands explore the entirety of her chest, while his mouth and tongue do the same to her mouth and neck. His craving for her drives a wanton desire in Haru to feel his body, kiss, and mark his face and neck.
Haru wants to scream. When she tries, however, her desire to touch is impeded by his shirt. Fortunately, one of their limbs topples Akira's half-finished cup of tea.
The still warm drink leaks onto the table and gradually inches closer toward the edge. Haru sees this, but before she can react, Akira tugs his black long-sleeved shirt off and place it over the mess.
His shirt smothers the liquid and absorbs it instantly.
Giving her a devious smirk, Akira suggests, "Why don't we take this upstairs?"
Haru nods dumbly. His torso is lean and more muscular than she ever imagined — well-developed muscles frame his arms, chest, and stomach.
The things that can hide behind a shirt, Haru thinks.
Her senses return when said cause of her distraction runs his thumb across her jaw contemplatively. His touch is gentle and doesn't irritate the bruised skin. Quickly, his attention shifts to her mouth, tracing the seam of her lips with his finger.
Haru can sense a change in his demeanor.
"If you want to stare at me all day, maybe I should charge a fee," Akira remarks.
He is more unrestrained and serene, like a gambler with all the odds in his favor. It is annoyingly attractive and makes Haru want to – want to bite him!
Resisting the urge, Haru wordlessly stands from the booth. Her yukata slides off her once she's on her feet, exposing everything but her sex.
Yet, despite being bare before Akira, the anxiety and unease she expects to manifest never rears its ugly head.
No, as he moves to stand in front of her and cups her bottom – giving each cheek a firm squeeze – hot and burning anticipation fills Haru.
"You're beautiful," he whispers and kisses her.
More, she almost pleads.
Akira entwines their hands and leads her upstairs. Out of respect, Haru kicks off her footwear at the base of the stairs. She is only given a moment to assess the upstairs – his living area, she realizes – when Akira pulls her against him.
Offhandedly, she notices something hard pressing into her thigh before his lips crash against hers.
Haru grasps his chest as his hands roam her body, and his kisses become more aggressive.
"Mmm," she moans when his tongue and hers meet, sending shivers to her toes.
It is a dance, the way their bodies sway and their mouths continuously collide.
The trance is broken when something pushes against her calf. With a yelp, Haru falls backward onto the bed, holding onto Akira. Akira is nimble, though, and catches himself by planting both hands to each side of her.
Oh no. Panic bubbles up Haru's chest. A repugnant memory tries to rise like the undead from her subconscious.
Haru shuts her eyes to escape the trapped sensation and resists the urge to make herself small.
"Hey, Haru," Akira mummers softly.
A weight lifts from the bed. A hand gently runs down Haru's face. Opening her eyes, she sees Akira giving her that lazy smirk of his. As quickly as it emerged, the memory fades, overshadowed by the irritation and longing at the young man's expression. Her emotions are a tempest, wreaking havoc on the small settlement that is her mind.
"You almost fell on top of me," she accuses with an unconvincing glare.
"Or, you almost pulled me down," resorts the raven-haired youth.
Never mind a tempest. Haru's emotions are an overflowing chalice. Driven by these feelings, Haru reaches for Akira's neck with her left-hand used it for leverage. The sudden action forces Akira to plant his other hand again, but Haru ignores this.
Her attention laser focuses on her target, pushing all unnecessary thoughts away as she bites down on the young man's right shoulder.
"Gah!" He yelps in surprise. "Damn…ah, what? Are you doing?"
Haru sucks hungrily, pulling away with a POP!
"Oh, I just want to make you feel good," Haru says, though her devious smile reveals her true intentions. It is beautiful. Eyeing the skin, it is bright red and glistens with her saliva.
Lying back down, Haru's eyes trail down his torso to the noticeable bulge nearly spilling from his pants.
"This is…" Haru gulps, adjusting herself to rub her knee against the length of the bulge.
"Whoa, whoa," breathes Akira. "A little warning. First, my neck, now this. You're making it hard… not to ravish you."
It satisfies her to know she can entice him so. "Maybe you should."
Akira sucks a breath of air. Haru is about to reach for the spot, his member begging for release until something catches her eye – the cat.
"Haru?" Akira says.
"Can…can we change positions," Haru asks shyly. With nothing to focus on, the sensation of being trapped slowly returns.
"Sure." Akira rises to his feet, and relief immediately fills Haru's veins.
"Thank you," she says, but her eyes are on the thing poking out of his pants. "It looks like a mushroom…."
"What?"
"It's nothing! Oh, um, Morgana is…in the room?"
Akira turns. Sure enough, the feline is curled up on the sofa by the desk.
"Yeah, he won't be waking up for a bit."
"Are – are you sure? I don't want to scare him or anything of the sort." Haru giggles. "He may not understand and become scared. Like a child walking in on his parent."
Akira snorts a laugh. "Child, hm. You know, that kind of fits the bill."
They both laugh. Is this how someone's first time is supposed to go? Haru wonders.
Every discussion on the matter she recalls – gossip from classmates or romance novels – describes a hot, steamy affair — a submission to physical passions that blocks everything else out.
What Haru is experiencing with Akira isn't that. It is more and better. It is messy, magnificent, and affectionate. Also, staring at the young man's physique, undeniably sexy.
"Akira, come closer," Haru says softly.
He wordlessly complies. The jolt of excitement returns, and with it, an unfamiliar yet not unpleasant throbbing in Haru's stomach. Mustering her courage, she thumbs the band of his pants and pulls them down. Something springs out immediately, and Haru inclines her head back to avoid it colliding with her face.
"Oh…wow."
Akira is well-endowed.
"How – how will it fit?" Haru asks in a whisper, zeroing in on the appendage.
She didn't mean for Akira to hear her question, but he answered nonetheless.
"Biology," he shrugs, lowering himself to capture her lips.
Their mouths move with practiced ease. Eager for more, Haru feels Akira reach between her and grab a fistful of her hair. She gasps at the sensation, which spreads tremors throughout her body, and Akira uses the opportunity to deepen the kiss.
However, he isn't giving her a moment of relief. He runs his thumb and forefinger on one of her perked nipples, then pinches hard.
"Hah!" Haru whimpers into his mouth.
"Damn," he groans, pressing his forehead against hers. "I'm…at my limit of holding back."
Haru finds it hard to respond with his fingers on her nipple and hand in her hair, but she manages to say, " I am…too."
His face stills.
"This is happening," he says in a daze.
She opens her mouth, but Akira acts quickly. Suddenly, Haru is on her back, and Akira is tugging her panties over her legs.
"You're beautiful, you're so damn beautiful," he recites like the lyrics of a song.
She is mesmerized by the sight of him kissing her thighs, pressing his nose against them, as he lifts her panties off bit by bit.
At all last, Haru is naked on his bed, and Akira stands, drinking at the sight of her. She cannot find the words to describe how he looks at her. It is beyond mesmerization. In his eyes, she is divine.
"You're as stunning as…I imagined you'd be." She sees his member twitch, and the sight reminds her of something vital.
"Condoms!"
Akira blinks. "Wha?"
Haru sits up, secretly taking pleasure in how his eyes follow her. "We need protection. I…brought some. They're in my duffel bag downstairs."
If he has any questions about her, basically admitting that she planned this affair, he doesn't voice them. Instead, he nods, with a mirthful twinkle in his eyes, and walks downstairs.
Haru giggles nervously. The image of his member swaying as he moves causes a wave of apprehension in her stomach.
"How…does it even fit?" she questions out loud.
Haru shifts on the bed so she is lying on the long side of the mattress. Despite another moment of respite, she is nervous and full of adrenaline.
"Yes," she says quietly, "t-this is truly happening."
She thinks about how it will go, the bits of gossip she's overheard, and – fortunately – talks with Akio-san, lending to her imagination.
Curiously, Haru reaches for the warmth in between her legs. She is not a complete sexual novice. As a young teen, whenever pressures began to mount and her frustrations grew, she turned to masturbation for release.
Meeting Akira has made this habit more of a regular occurrence. However, besides rubbing her clitoris, she's never inserted more than two fingers into her sex.
Now, at the cusp of losing her virginity, Haru hesitantly runs a finger over her clit. She feels a tremor instantly.
"Anh!"
From just a single touch, she is left amazed at how sensitive and swollen her clitoris is. The thought of any more stimulation and…Goodness, when is Akira returning?
The anticipation could kill her. Fortunately, the wood flooring creaks under Akira's steady footsteps as he reaches the landing.
In his hands are her duffel bag and a few condoms.
"Come here, now, please," Haru pleads.
Perhaps she is acting too forward. But, at the sight of Akira's nakedness and the heat spreading throughout her body, Haru does not care.
"Of course, milady," Akira smartly replies.
He wastes no time dropping her duffel bag, getting on the bed, and roughly pulling her legs closer to him – and his member.
He begins to lean his head closer to her stomach, intent on rousing her further, but Haru will have none of it. Rather abruptly, she plants her hand on his face, and he squeals with confusion and surprise.
"N-no more waiting," Haru says. "I –" She pauses, staring at the appendage, poking her thigh, then his eyes.
Akira understands immediately. "Are…you sure?"
Goodness, the gall of this young man, Haru thinks.
Some deep part of her is outraged that he can maintain such composure while she resorts to pleading. She wants to see him equally undone.
"Yes," she says.
Akira nods. He handles the condom almost as well as the kitchenware to cook and make coffee. As he slides the latex over his sex, Haru offhandedly wonders if he's done this before with someone else.
The thought produces a spike of anguish and jealousy that hits her right in the chest. But then, Akira says once more, "You are beautiful," and gives her bent knee a chaste kiss. What was she upset about again?
Slowly, he guides her thighs open, and she lets him. The room is charged, and every action is deliberate and intense. Now, fully bare and exposed before him, Haru leans her head to see his reaction. His gaze lingers on her sex with a look of absolute wonder.
"Is…um, are you ok?" Haru asks hesitantly.
Akira snaps out of his stupor. "Yeah, um, I'm fine. It's just…."
He shuts his eyes and then opens them before continuing. "It feels like my heart is about to burst from my chest," he admits.
So he is just as anxious! Haru secretly revels in this fact but openly opts to touch his hand.
"I-I understand," she says. "This is my first time."
Akira's eyes go wide. "M-mine, too." He laughs. Meanwhile, Haru has to keep from beaming. "I'm…trying to stay calm and act like I know what I'm doing, but –"
"It's ok," Haru reaffirms. "Let's…learn together, hm?"
"…Ok."
Akira grabs hold of his member, angling it toward her entrance. Haru struggles to keep from shivering. The frequent disruptions have made her more aroused and eager, and her wet sex reflects this.
The wave of tremors begins anew at first contact between them. Then, it intensifies as Akira pushes deeper inside of her.
All at once, Haru is hyperaware of everything going on with her body. A slight pinch becomes more prominent the further Akira enters her. She can only express it as a fullness that leaves her mentally dazed but physically tense.
"W-wait," Haru mummers, catching her breath.
Akira immediately heeds her request. "Are you ok? Should I…pull out?"
"N-no, no. Just give me a moment."
She shuts her eyes, inhales, then opens them again. "Akira, can I have your hand?"
"Ok."
It helps somehow, Haru thinks, easing her nerves, if only a little. It also gives her something to hold onto.
"Please, you can continue."
Akira nods. He resumes slower than before, staring down at her to assess the minute shifts in her expression. Haru is grateful for his scrutiny. His sharp gaze heightens the experience. Seeing how much he values her well-being makes her warmer than she ever thought possible.
When his member is entirely nestled in her warmth, they share a sigh of relief.
"H-Haru, it feels so good," he groans. "Can I start moving?"
She doesn't have it within her to deny him. "Yes!"
Akira slowly eases out of her. The pinch from before is still present, but something else begins to rise alongside it.
"Damn," curses Akira.
When his member is nearly free, he slowly inserts it again.
Then, he eases out.
Akira inserts again, eases out, and repeats until a steady tempo is set.
"Aha! Ah!"
"Haru –" The pace suddenly picks up when he leans forward and crashes his mouth onto one of her erect nipples. "You… feel… so good."
A broken sob erupts from Haru's throat. He is licking and sucking so desperately that the now-swollen nipple pleasantly tingles. His free hand is similarly active, cupping her right butt cheek and right breast and alternating haphazardly.
All of these motions create a familiar warmth furling deep within her.
"A-Akira, I…ish sho deep, sho good!"
Reaching out, she pulls his mouth off her nipple and purses her lips. There is no decency in how their mouths mesh together, but the passion and urgency further Haru's desire.
The more Akira thrusts, the more Haru realizes – in her limited capacities – that the pain is gone, replaced by pure ecstasy.
"More," she pleads in between kisses, "more!"
To emphasize her point, she arches her back to give the raven-haired youth more access. The pleasure steadily grows, becoming almost painful in its need for liberation.
"Haru, Haru! I…feel it, gah!"
His movements become increasingly erratic, and he grips onto her hips to steady himself.
Even without him saying so, Haru can tell he is close to his own release, and the thought fills her with joy and disappointment.
She doesn't want this experience to end without the fullness she feels when he is inside her. Simultaneously, she is desperate for her own release – an explosive climax to a volatile day.
"Give - give me your hand!" Haru pleads.
"Hm, aah," he groans, whatever that means.
Haru doesn't want clarification, taking one of his hands and pressing it hard on her swollen clitoris.
"R-rub, ah, please!" Haru demands.
Without further prompting, Akira's fingers trace the sensitive gland. His fingers are coarse, slightly calloused, and press too lightly or stiffly due to his inconsistent thrusts.
Some part of her knows she can perform the task more effectively. Another, though, is beyond zealous that it is Akira's fingers pleasuring her most sensitive spot.
"Shit!" Akira growls. "I – I feel it, coming!"
"I feel – too! Don't stop, don't stop, don't –"
The dam erupts. The world behind Haru's closed eyelids is a chasm of white. Making sounds foreign to her lips, Haru shudders uncontrollably, feeling spasms from head to toe.
Then, after what feels like forever, her body begins to settle – her limbs tranquil and lifeless – and she is mindful of the twitching from Akira's member inside her.
"Wow." Akira exhales a ragged breath as he eases out of her sex completely this time.
"Wow, indeed," Haru mummers in reply.
The smile he graces her is small but affectionate. As she assesses him, Haru can plainly see his exhaustion.
His forehead glistens with sweat, and his eyes are cloudy and soft.
Nonetheless, his relaxed shoulders and eyes express his satisfaction. Haru imagines she looks similar, plus the bright-red flush coloring her cheeks.
X
Akira can feel the exhaustion in his bones, but having Haru naked in his bed slowly replenishes his energy. He's fidgeting with the condom – the first time he'd ever used one other than on a banana for sex ed – when Haru gently rises from the bed.
"The bathroom is downstairs, right?"
Akira nods lamely. Despite looking equally as fatigued, the girl before him is beauty personified. He can feel his energy replenishing, especially with the quick glances he sneaks at her breasts.
I had my mouth on those, he thinks in amazement.
To Haru, he says, "Yeah, the door right before you go up the stairs."
Haru nods and smiles. Akira feels his chest constrict. His heartbeat becomes painful, though, as he not so subtly watches her don her underwear, which he tossed on the floor earlier.
Haru notices his stare and sends him a playful glare, pouting. Akira can only watch, fixated on the pose and beauty of her stride as she disappears from sight.
"Goodness." He is nearly one hundred percent awake now. Standing himself, Akira wastes no time tidying up his bedroom. He doesn't need a clock to know that it is hours past his usual bedtime. If he manages to make it to school tomorrow, he will look like a walking corpse.
Akira spares a glance at Morgana, still off in some kitty dream, and sends thanks to whatever god or goddess kept the feline asleep. Akira would never hear the end of it if Morgana knew.
Just as he finishes arranging the bed for sleep, he sees Haru walking up the stairs.
Akira keeps from openly gawking at her delicate breasts, fit stomach, and muscular legs.
"You cleaned up." Haru frowns. "It was my mess as well. I could have helped."
"It's no problem," Akira says. He approaches her, pulls her close for a quick kiss, and smiles. "I have to relieve myself, too. Why don't you wait in bed?"
He didn't mean anything sexual about it, but the way Haru quietly sighs makes his toes curl. He kisses her again, earning a surprised gasp, before heading to the bathroom himself.
When he finishes, having also successfully calmed himself down, Akira returns to the attic to see the most heartwarming sight – his senpai lying under the covers of his bed.
Her sleepy eyes beckon him forward.
"Is…this what you meant by waiting in bed?" Haru asks.
Akira nods his head. "Yes, one hundred percent."
He wastes no time joining Haru and pulling her back to his chest. He is pleasantly surprised that she is still in nothing but her underwear.
"I set the alarm on my phone. We… won't be getting much sleep, but –"
"Sleep is overrated," Akira says, and Haru giggles.
It takes him a minute to realize that he needs to turn off the lights. It takes him another ten minutes to realize that despite sleeping pressed against a very naked Haru, his body is too exhausted for anything but sleep.
He shuts his eyes only to open them after what feels like a few minutes when his phone, charging by his desk, chirps loudly and wakes up Morgana.
Akira jolts forward when he sees he's alone, and Haru is gone.
"Hmm," hums Morgana, stretching forward. "Ugh, I slept horribly. How did I end up on the couch?"
"I don't know," Akira lies, standing from the bed.
"Ahh!" Morgana cries, shutting his eyes. "Why are you naked!?"
Akira ignores him and walks over to his phone. His heart jumps, seeing the text from Haru.
[Haru O.] 632AM: I hope I am not messaging you too late. Forgive me for having to depart so early. I needed to secure a ride back home. Please, do not be late for school, and if you would like, please visit me after school 😊
"So, yesterday…did happen?" Akira mumbles.
"What are you talking about?" Morgana bellows. "And why are you still naked? And! And, what the heck is that smell!?"
Yes, Akira finally registers. Yesterday did really happen.