Gintoki was still on cloud nine after the evening he had just spent with Tsukuyo. Even after the festival was over, the mere thought of her occupied his mind every waking minute. He was staring with glassy eyes into the ceiling. He couldn't sleep. Not after the private moment he shared with her that evening.
The sensation that he felt time and time again around her was starting to consume his body. He just wanted to close his eyes. Every time he shut his eyes for a moment or rolled onto his side, his chest would refuse to lighten up and rest. He wanted it to just leave him alone.
He still couldn't find out the feeling. But he was beginning to have an idea as to what it was. The same, comfortable, warm feeling that spread to his body.
Three light knocks drifted him back from his dreamy gaze. "Come in."
Light footsteps drew closer to his futon before the sound of delicate clothing rested next to him. He batted an eye at who was next to him. An intricately patterned white/lavender kimono and long blonde hair that almost reached his floor.
Just when he thought he would go back to being himself.
"Oh...you actually knocked this time, instead of slipping in without my permission. Thought you would've gone to bed by now." Gintoki said as he sat up.
"I have manners, ya know. But I guess I should apologise for not asking the first time around. And no, I haven't. I'm just having a little trouble sleeping..." Tsukuyo said.
He raised an eyebrow out of slight amusement. A strange coincidence that she was also having trouble sleeping. "No shit you're having trouble sleeping, you haven't even gotten changed yet."
"Neither have ya." She softly replied. He looked at his ugly patterned sleeves. Oh right. He had forgotten he hadn't taken off his exotic yukata, but he couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.
"So you're gonna pass the time by sitting in my room then..." He said.
"Hah...more or less." She quietly admitted, giving him a soft look that made him look away shyly. "Gimme a minute, I'm gonna get something. Won't be long."
She stood up and stealthily slid the door closed, leaving him alone to tend to his thoughts for a short while.
Now she was going to stay in his room. Just the one thing he needed at this moment after spending the entire time in his room thinking about her. He didn't get much time to reflect though as she returned with a tray of cups and a small teapot.
"Are you spending the night in my room or something?" He asked, slightly puzzled by the appearance of the drinks.
"Wha-n-no...course not. I just thought that ya might be thirsty or something..." She timidly answered.
"Ha, you? Being considerate? Never heard of that before." He cheekily replied much to her displeasure.
"Fine." She pouted, reaching for the tray. "Forget I bothered-"
"It's fine. I appreciate it, and I mean it this time." He interrupted. Her hands remained out stretched, but reached around the teapot instead as she poured some tea into a cup for him to pick up before kneeling down and pouring one for herself.
"Hey, don't be so formal. Just relax. This ain't a date." He softly said, taking note of her kneeling position and lightly patting the space right next to him. The way she saw it though, it was more or less an impromptu date. Still, she happily obliged with a light flush.
Thr atmosphere quickly lightened up as the two sat in comfortable silence, silently sipping their tea and offering to pour for one another. Tsukuyo even took the initiative to shuffle closer without hesitation. They didn't really need to speak to understand that they enjoyed each other's company. And there was no need to be shy around each other now that Hinowa wasn't around to pester them, so they were free to exchange as many gazes as they wanted. Despite that, it was somewhat restrained as they tried to avoid each other's eyes, opting to instead edge their fingers closer.
It felt awkward yet endearing. They were content with each other's company a few hours before, yet they were now struggling to even hold hands. Perhaps it was because that they were more aware of what they were doing and the lack of distractions. The summer festival had scenery, fireworks and stalls to keep them occupied. Gintoki's room had no such things. It was them, a futon and a tray of cups and a teapot.
They shivered at even the slightest touch, but bit by bit their hands managed to lock together. With that small hurdle out of the way, it was Tsukuyo's turn to make a move as she lightly rested her head against his arm, putting her weight on it a little more once she began to relax. As much as he didn't want to show it, it put a small smile on his face seeing her being so content with his company. Not to be outdone, he gently slid an arm around her waist, putting a tinge of red on her face and a slight thump in his chest. She felt more snug than embarrassed though judging from the loving smile she gave him, as if it was an invitation to hold her tighter.
"I never asked ya this...but were ya actually joking when ya said ya caught fish to scrape by as a kid?" She softly muttered, looking up at his profile. His face remained stoic as he took a sip from his refilled cup.
"Uh...yes and no." He said halfheartedly.
"Hehe, what kinda answer is that? I still don't exactly know ya all that well since I found ya sitting on my master's grave." She chuckled. His face was less expressive, but she got a faint smirk out of him before a deep, reflective mood hung over him.
"Catching and eating fish was a luxury. Everything else in between came from stealing shit off of corpses and the like. Anything I could get my hands on really. Clothes, swords, food, didn't matter."
Her smile faded as she pondered over his words. She didn't expect him to say something like that, let alone reveal his harrowing upbringing. A feeling of guilt almost immediately welled up in her for asking such a personal question like that.
"Ya...don't have any family?" She whispered.
"Nah...at least no one I can call mom or dad." He solemnly revealed, his gaze remained fixed at the wall in front of him. Tsukuyo gently laid her remaining hand on the other side of his.
"The closest I got was when this guy rocked up to a deserted battlefield, having heard rumours of a Corpse-eating Demon or whatever. Who else does he find but a little kid with white hair eating from a corpse. Me. Took me in after that, and he set up a school. I ended up being his first student. And then after that...well. It was the closest I ever got to having a family."
Tsukuyo remained fixed on his hand, but a light squeeze and a hum of acknowledgment let him know that he was being listened to, soaking in the revelation that his upbringing was remarkably similar to hers.
"Whenever I see any of you doing your business... doesn't matter what it is, it takes me back a bit. All the good times, sleeping in class, getting thumped on the head by Sensei, laughing with the others. And then..."
His voice cut off, followed by a deep sigh. Tsukuyo looked up at him with sympathetic eyes. She couldn't tell what hurt more, his self deprecating words or his upbringing. She didn't need anymore words to tell what happened next.
"Ya Sensei...ya looked up to him didn't ya?" She said. He simply hummed, unwilling to talk much more. He felt his hand being given another light squeeze. He couldn't help but smile in appreciation.
"He's a good man to have raised ya. I woulda liked to have met him." She admitted.
"Not unless you want him to stare at you with a smile on his face as he thumps you on the head. Though I don't wanna think how he'd react to seeing you and me in the same room. He'd probably be the same as Hinowa." He remarked with a glum smile, but his eyes looked unwilling to talk about it much further. He did get a mild giggle from Tsukuyo though, so it was enough to lighten his mood at the very least.
"I'm sure he would be sensible enough to not be so nosy." She said.
"I'm gonna call bullshit on that." He lazily replied. Another small laugh and a light sigh came from her mouth.
"I wish I met ya sooner..."
Gintoki flushed ever so slightly. He didn't expect that. It was a strange coincidence that he felt the same thing. The feeling that was simmering away in the both of them was coming back again with much more fervour now that they were so close to each other.
"No kidding..." He confessed, slowly turning his head towards her once more with warm eyes. His gaze made Tsukuyo avert her eyes for a moment. In that moment, something in his head beckoned him to do the unthinkable.
"Hey...mind keeping your eyes closed for me?"
"W-Why...? That's awfully sudden to ask..."
"Just do it..."
She obliged to his unusual request, eyes remained closed for a few seconds when she felt his shadow loom over her. They quickly became screwed shut, her face heating up immediately as she waited with bated breath, anticipating a peck to her lips. After a long, tense few seconds, she felt something being slotted into her bun. She couldn't tell what it was, but it was long and slender, like a chopstick.
"You can open them now." He muttered.
Her eyes opened to the sight of a sheepish grin.
"Your face looks like a strawberry." He quipped, which only made her heat up even more. She wasted little time taking out whatever he had put in her hair and held it out in her hands. When her gaze fell upon the object, she couldn't say a word.
"So...how is it? You like it?" Gintoki timidly asked, looking away and scratching his neck. He was keeping his fingers crossed on the outcome, but her silence seemed to indicate she was too stunned to talk. Whether it was good or bad, he wasn't sure.
Tsukuyo continued to glaze her eyes over the slim object. It had a gold shimmer to it, but it wasn't blinding. And there was a distinct crescent shape on one end. The shape of a moon.
"Ya...bought it for me?"
She looked over at him. He didn't say anything.
"But...why?"
It soon dawned on her. His flushed face told her everything she needed to know. Ushering her out of the jewellery shop, the whispering with the jewellery clerk, the tender moments they had been sharing lately, the butterflies in her stomach that she was feeling at present. It was all beginning to come together. Her muscles softened up at the realisation.
"I..."
She glanced over both him and the hairpin once more as the tension in her chest was starting to bubble up. To think that he went out of his way to do this for her. She wanted to do something. To say something. And yet she held herself back. Seeds of doubt were planted in her mind. She was the cold blooded, no nonsense leader of the Hyakka, Yoshiwara's guardian. She wasn't supposed to have sentimental feelings, yet the man sitting next to her was making her feel all sorts of things, something that no other person had ever done before. Could she really do this?
A tense, prolonged silence permeated the air for a minute or two. Gintoki's eyes wondered around the room, quietly assuming that he had missed his opportunity. He wanted her badly, but would that mean putting her duty as Yoshiwara's protector at risk? Perhaps it's for the best. He thought. He did what he needed to do. He couldn't keep his thoughts bottled up any longer. Now he just needed Tsukuyo to say something to confirm his suspicions.
"Um...first of all...thank you. S-second of all...I actually wanted to give ya something as well." She timidly announced, slotting the moon hairpin back into her bun. She had made her decision.
He slowly looked up to see that she had shuffled right in front of him. "R-really?"
"Really..." She simply replied before taking a deep breath to calm her thumping chest.
"Close ya eyes for a moment..."
Gintoki didn't question or object to what she said. He saw nothing but darkness and only heard slight rustling sounds coming in front of him as well as his chest beating in trepidation. He could feel her shadow cast over him the entire time, but it never waned. In fact, he could tell it was getting closer.
Tsukuyo was in a similar situation. She inched closer and closer, her entire body was beating all over and heating up from many things. Anxiety, her wants, her desires. Her slow movement paused just millimetres away from his. She wanted to do it, but not when she could see him so close to her. Every second she continued looking at his handsome face, her heart would beat even quicker, and she would be on the verge of backing down.
She gently closed her eyes, silently taking in a long breath.
Just a bit...that's all I want. That's all I need. Nothing more...
She leaned her head in until her lips touched his. Her heart leapt at the contact, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she gently leaned her body in more, as did her mouth. A new, unfamiliar feeling washed over her body, as did his. It was fighting with her head, her thoughts. All she wanted was a light touch, but it was persuading her to keep going, to inch deeper. She was fighting against her inner thoughts, but the gentleness of his lips, the mere fact that she could feel him reciprocating her advances with the same energy...it was getting harder to resist, and easier for her desires to fill her head.
She gently pulled away before she could get too carried away. She thought that her gift would be enough. When she opened her eyes to see him though, his own looked just as captivated and spellbound as hers. It didn't matter that their beating chests were synchronised with one another, nor that they were shamelessly red in the face, there was one thing they knew just from looking at their eyes.
They wanted each other.
Without as much a sound, their eyes gently closed and their heads moved in for another spell. That same, invasive feeling she felt seconds before was beginning to flow through her body with renewed vengeance. Their need to breathe was becoming more apparent. Their self awareness was fading away, and carnal desire was seeping in its place. The slow sounds of their lips locking with each other grew louder, as did their breaths.
This isn't good. I only wanted a little bit...
Tsukuyo's urge to pull away was fading. She felt nothing but bliss. Her instincts were taking over, persuading her to lay a hand on his shoulder and infiltrate deeper into his mouth. Gintoki did the same.
Just a bit more...
Slight slips of their tongues provoked light moans from one another, as well as their need for their hands to grip each other's shoulders tighter with each stroke. It only served to stoke the fire that was steadily growing in their loins.
More...
It was no use. It was impossible to keep her desires at bay. She couldn't fight it. She wanted to curse herself for succumbing to her innermost wants, but she cursed him most of all for making her this feel this way. For bringing back her sense of femininity.
For making her feel love.
She could feel herself leaning into him even more, almost as if she was laying him onto his futon. Her tongue was diving deeper in. The hand that rested on Gintoki's shoulder slipped inside his yukata to feel the firm outline of his upper chest and collarbone while the other instinctively moved down to untie his obi, letting it fall away once it was done. She knew she wasn't herself but it didn't matter anymore. She didn't care.
The light sensual noises they were making wasn't helping things either. Even after they pulled away for air (leaving a thick trail of saliva coming out of their mouths) the glossy looks they gave each other was indicative that lust had taken control of their bodies.
They returned to their business, moaning much louder than before as they fondled each other with reckless abandon, a clear sign that they were thoroughly enjoying themselves. Tsukuyo took her time trailing her hands over his body, delightfully squeezing and taking in every bit of his muscles. She couldn't help but begin tasting his jawline and neck before sucking on them, prompting small moans from Gintoki. At the same time, his hands slipped under her kimono and glided up her fishnet covered thighs to rest on her rear, sending shivers down her spine before letting out a light groan as he gently squeezed her cheeks. It only served to excite her even more.
She shuffled her knee into the centre to get more comfortable when she felt something brush against her leg, prompting a sudden, tangled groan to escape from Gintoki's mouth. She did it again out of curiosity.
"Ahh...fuck..." He hissed.
It quickly dawned on her as to what she was brushing up against. And based on his reaction, he seemed to like it. She wasn't going to let this slide. Tsukuyo remembered hearing something about the steps to providing service to a client from Hinowa and her colleagues, but she had never dabbled in something like this before. Yet when her hand moved down to stroke against the bulge pushing up against his pants, it was like she was a fully experienced practitioner.
Her head leaned back in to lock lips (and tongues) with him again, this time with the added hand movement. The erotic sounds he made was a source of great joy for her. She kept at it, not realising that Gintoki had loosened her obi, allowing her kimono to slide off her shoulders slightly. The firm grip around his joystick as she moved her hand up and down was a mind melter as he let out more shuddering moans.
The light foreplay they were indulging in was making the both of them feel even hotter. Even after pulling away to take a deep lungful of air their eyes were still fixated on each other, hungry for more. Without warning Gintoki began to shuffle, seemingly to shake off his pants a little bit. Tsukuyo helped out, whipping it off entirely and flinging it to the side of the futon. What lay beneath her was a pair of strawberry coloured/printed boxers. The sight of it made her giggle.
"Shut up..." Gintoki mumbled.
"It's cute..." She whispered, running her hand along the outline of his member before slipping inside to get a firm grip on it, instantly making him gasp. It was rather long yet solid, and it almost throbbed in her hand like it was a separate organism. She lethargically moved her hand up and down, wanting to familiarise herself with it as well as provide some pleasure for Gintoki. Naturally, his tightened grip on her butt and shuddering gasps was a sign that she was doing it right.
Her eyes flicked back and forth between his contorted face and the outline pushing up against his boxers. It enticed her to move them below his hips and try something else that the courtesans were rumoured to have done.
She slowly slid his underwear off, and her eyes fell upon what has been hidden underneath. She was taken aback slightly by the length of his stick at full height, but carried on pleasuring him without much hesitation. Seeing, feeling and hearing him engrossed in pleasurable agony made her hot under her kimono. A light giggle escaped from her throat. She had never felt this level of thirst for him before.
She shuffled back slightly and set her sights on his cock, picking up her pace ever so slightly. The longer she stared at it, the more she wanted to play with it.
"Fuck...stop..." Gintoki mumbled to no avail. His wails grew progressively louder, already feeling himself starting to pulsate.
"Ahh-I'm gonna-"
Without warning white substance shot out from his tip in sporadic bursts, skimming Tsukuyo's face in the process as she flinched. Nonetheless, her hand kept moving as if she was wringing out the rest of his fluids. His languid groans were like music to her ears.
"Hehe...is that supposed to happen?" She giggled, wiping her face with her free hand to take a quick sniff. It was a strange scent, but it smelt erotic all the same.
Gintoki had only just caught his breath when he saw her lick her fingers in a suspiciously erotic manner. He wasn't even sure if this was the same person who walked into his room.
"That's...not supposed to happen. And neither is that." He quietly grimaced, putting his hands to his head in shame. "And that's disgusting..."
"Ya loser." She chuckled, still running her hand up and down at a slow pace and giving him an alluring look, not caring that Gintoki cursed her under his breath. "We can sort that out."
She gave another kiss before she moved back and sat up. For all the boisterous confidence on display, she had never done something like this before. She removed the hairpin, allowing her hair to flow freely down. She dropped it next to the futon before moving back in, hovering above his third leg and gave a light lick to his tip. The languid groan that escaped from Gintoki only persuaded her to give another one. And another, and another.
Is that how it goes...?
One lethargic lick from the bottom to the top forced more gasps out of his throat as he clenched onto his bedsheets. She repeated it several more times. And judging from the loving, if incessant cursing coming from Gintoki, he was enjoying it, as was she. She didn't realise that she was quite adept at it for someone who had never dabbled in, let alone attempted foreplay before.
The smell of his musk wasn't helping matters either, only motivating her to swallow him whole.
"Fuck...you're totally not Tsukuyo..." He said through gritted teeth.
"Whaddya talking about? It's only me...just relax Gintoki." She casually replied. "Relax...let me do the work..."
Without so much as a thought she started at the top, slowly and methodically working her way down. Gintoki's hands immediately reached out for her head to grasp, gasping from the sharp sensation he was feeling. He briefly looked up to see a bundle of blonde hair before his eyes were screwed shut. He was fighting his urge to let go, but it felt euphoric feeling Tsukuyo go down on him in such a manner. And as much as he didn't want to admit it, he really was enjoying himself.
The noises gradually quietened down to hushed moans and breathing from the both of them. After several minutes, it was almost like they had worked out a rhythm of sorts.
"Fuck...that feels good..." Gintoki whispered. Hearing his first compliment made her slow down, dragging her tongue along him as if to deliberately annoy and pleasure him. It ended up working as his the volume of his groans began to climb again. He even started to gently push her head down further in a state of masochism (and probably sign that he was on his way to release again), which only made her keep going, and his hands tightened into fists around her hair.
By the time she sat up and wiped her mouth, his hands had flopped to the sides from exhaustion, and his throbbing erection had returned.
"How...the hell do you know about this...? You've never even done this before." He gasped in disbelief, groaning yet again when he felt her hand coil around his hard length again and lethargically move up and down with a velvet touch.
"I have my ways." She cryptically answered. Whether she had secretly been talking to Hinowa about it or merely picked up gossip from other the courtesans he had no clue, but he knew he was enjoying himself. And he was about to enjoy himself even more when he saw her take off her loose kimono, revealing a matching black lingerie set.
"I totally need a bath when this is done..." He whispered.
She leaned back in for another tongue filled kiss, wrapping her arms around him and straddling his waist in the process. His hands took their place back on her thighs, slowly running up and down her legs before giving more gentle, playful pinches of her butt, eliciting small moans from Tsukuyo. In response, she started to grind her hips against his erection, which only motivated them both to dive deeper into each other's mouths at a quicker pace, prompting more moans.
Without warning Tsukuyo found herself lying on his futon, and he was on top. She looked up at him with glossy eyes, both completely consumed with amorous intent.
"Ya little bastard..." She purred.
"It's my turn now." He smirked, sliding his arms around her upper back to unclasp her bra strap and throwing the garment away, leaving her heaving breasts in full view. Gintoki could only stare in awe at the sight of it. Any lesser being would probably explode, but he was the main character, so that wasn't happening.
He slipped his body back down to her level, returning to the lip/tongue locking they were engaged in before, pleasantly surprised by the feeling of her legs wrapping around him.
"You're really good at this you know?" Gintoki muttered, pulling away briefly to give another lustful look at his bombshell of a partner.
"Ya not so bad ya self..." Tsukuyo admitted.
"Heh, I haven't even started." He replied.
His hand gently trailed down her body, almost in an attempt to deliberately provoke light gasps out of her before arriving down there, slipping inside the soft fabric of her panties to feel her. Her head turned and tossed from the unfamiliar sensation. Tangled moans escaped her throat as she felt his palm. She felt the need to move against him.
"Ahh...what are ya-"
"Shhh...just relax Tsuki."
She had to lift the back of her hand to her mouth to suppress her sounds from getting any louder, but she felt a strange sense of erotic pleasure from her nether regions rubbing against his palm. More coiled mewls echoed out into the room before they were transitioned into Gintoki's mouth, who had moved back in for another lip locking session. She had a distinct feeling that she was getting wetter by the second. Her hands clung onto his shoulders and her nails sunk in, doing her best not to wake up the entire house. She was so concentrated on it she didn't notice Gintoki swiftly slide off her underwear, delicately dropping it aside.
"Hm...that's new..." He mumbled, glancing down at her as he rubbed his soaking wet fingertips. He had a light smirk on his face as his hand lowered down, familiarising himself with her outline.
"Mmm...Gintoki..." She muttered, groaning louder as she started to grind herself against his palm. Her hair clung onto her face from the sweat.
"You like that dontcha..." He grinned. "How about this then..."
A sudden yelp leapt out from Tsukuyo as she felt something solid yet slender penetrate her nether region, followed by another one. Loud moans crept out from her as she felt herself coil around them tightly. She screwed her eyes shut, trying to fight off the urge to release that was surging through her body.
"Gintoki..."
"You like it don't you...?" He whispered in her ear huskily. Her mind was turning to mush from the pleasure of his voice and the fingers inside her.
"Fuck..." He hissed, feeling the erotic sensation of her core contracting around his fingers as he tried to slide them in and out. It seemed like it was her first time if she was that tight.
Without hesitation he instinctively rested his thumb on her pink pearl, gently trailing it up and down. He didn't expect her hips to suddenly buck up, nor did he expect hot fluid to spurt out into his palm as she shuddered and groaned in her climax.
"Damn, you really liked that huh?" He smirked, placing his other palm slightly above and gently pressing down just below her abdomen, provoking a much louder reaction from Tsukuyo as her hips surged upwards again. It seemed like he found her sweet spot.
"Hahhh...Gintoki..." She mumbled again, delirious with pleasure. Her hands finally moved away from his shoulders, leaving deep marks from her nails as they rested around his neck. Her mind was nothing but a haze of lust and want as she raked her glassy eyes on him. She instinctively hooked her legs onto his hips, as if she was asking him to take her away. He leaned in once more to tango with her mouth whilst continuing his prolonged ministrations, taking pleasure in the tightening grip Tsukuyo had whilst she was swept up in her ecstasy. By the time they pulled away several minutes later, another thick rope of saliva separated from them, and Gintoki's hand was slick with her fluids.
"Please..." She whispered in a begging tone, watching him suck on his wet digits. The sight of it made her weak at the knees. She could already feel herself becoming wet again.
"You want to do this?"
His curious tone brought what was left of her scattered mind back into focus. Did she really want to do this?
"I've...never done this before." She confessed, blushing red all of a sudden. It confirmed Gintoki's suspicions, but it still took him off guard considering how well she carried herself so far.
"Oh...right. I just don't want you to uh...you know."
"Don't worry...I'll be fine. I'm not gonna be pregnant or anything..."
Gintoki had to blink a couple of times. "Huh?"
"How did ya think Yoshiwara goes about its business without getting any kids..? Well, not including Seita..."
"I know, but-"
"I'll be fine. Really."
"I...don't know if we should do this...You really want a loser like me to be your first?"
Tsukuyo gazed into his eyes before a soft smile slowly formed.
"It's not too late to back out." He said sincerely.
"Ya such a kind man Gintoki..." She sighed. "We've gotten this far..."
He slowly blinked, pondering over his choice. "Just for tonight?"
"Just for tonight. After that, we can go back to how we used to be. Just don't let Hinowa know or we'll never hear the end of it." She hummed in agreement, delivering another kiss to his neck.
"Just one night to have ya for myself..." She let out a slight giggle. "I'm so selfish for being like this..."
"You're not." He replied.
"Meeting you was the best thing that's ever happened to me."
The lustful look in his eyes sealed the deal. His face slowly inched closer, and she met him halfway, giving another passionate lip locker. Not one to miss an opportunity, they started up their ministrations over again. Tsukuyo's arms and legs coiled around his body out of a burgeoning lust for him whilst Gintoki drifted a hand to knead her luscious breast while the other moved lower down to play with her heated core. To say the heat in their loins were at peak temperature was an understatement. The erotic noises they coaxed out of each other were music to their ears. Loud enough to stimulate them but quiet enough to not alert anyone else nearby of their activities, and it stayed that way for several minutes.
"Mmm...Ahahh...Gintoki..." She whispered, mewling slightly when she felt his mouth latch onto her neck, kissing a trail down to her core.
"God you're perfect..." He quietly remarked, dragging his tongue along her inner thigh. He set his sights on her pink pearl hidden at the top. His hands circled underneath her thighs, lifting them up slightly as his head lowered for a taste.
"Gintoki, don't put ya h-Ahh!"
He wasn't listening. The sharp, tangled gasps he was heard was indicative that she liked what she felt. Tsukuyo felt her body heat up instantly from the contact coming from his tongue being dragged up her core to her clit. Her hands surged onto his tufts of silver hair to grasp, holding on for dear life as he lapped her up.
It didn't take long for her noises to increase in volume as his tongue poked deeper into her folds. Her fingers frantically ran through his hair, clenching at sporadic intervals as she fought off her urge to release.
"Hah-ahhh...please...I'm gonna-"
It was too late. She couldn't contain her squeals of ecstasy as she let loose, gripping onto his hair like a lifeline as he lapped up her juices. And yet it put her in a state of erotic euphoria.
Her sounds didn't stop as he prolonged his taste test, but her muscles softened up as she simply let her body go. Only her toes curled inwards as she experienced her pleasure. She let her hands loosen up, merely running them through his hair. The feeling gradually became dull as a faint smile slowly etched onto her face, only letting out light gasps whenever his tongue brushed against her clitoris.
"More...Gintoki...More..." She pleaded, dragging her heels further up and bending her legs outwards. Her sensual words incensed him to carry on, holding her thighs tighter for a few more minutes. There was an odd mix of relaxation and eroticism from the both of them, but they revelled in it.
Gintoki eventually moved away, leaning in to seal his lips with Tsukuyo again. The taste of her own fluids being transferred to her mouth was a unique experience, but her body welcomed it all the same. Her tongue dove deeper, tangling with his like a twisted dance. After more erotic tongue play, they withdrew again, forming another long, much more thicker trail of saliva fused with Tsukuyo's bodily juice.
It took a little bit for them to catch their breath. Gintoki sat up in the meantime, resting her hands on her waist, glazing over her body inundated with sweat and the hair that clung to her forehead. He still couldn't believe how perfect her body was. It was like that of a goddess.
He noticed her legs had sunken into his waist and that she was staring at him with hungry eyes, and he responded in kind, hovering close to her ear. They both knew what was coming next.
"Ready...?" He huskily asked.
"Hehe...always. Don't fuck it up now." She quipped.
"Don't curse me you moron." He chuckled, lining himself up with her core. "Lemme know if it hurts. I'll stop if it's too much for you."
She shook her head with a blissful smile. "I'll be fine...I'm glad ya my first."
With Tsukuyo's blessings he slowly probed her entrance, prompting sharp gasps from her immediately. He could already feel her inner walls taking him in. He pressed on, inching his way deeper inside while keeping an eye on her face for any sign of pain. To his relief, there was no sign of it, only the sight and sound of peaceful bliss. He could hear her compliment his size under her breath, motivating him to press deeper.
"God...that feels fucking good..." He whispered, fully enveloped in her inner walls. His heart was throbbing from a combination of excitement and anxiety. He didn't want to mess up her first time, nor did he want to mess up again, considering his past experiences.
"Please...fuck me." She begged deliriously. Her words made his hairs stand on edge.
"Shut up...I'm going..." He replied, rocking forward ever so slightly out of caution. He didn't want to let go too early or hurt Tsukuyo, but her closed eyes and peaceful expression was a good sign that she was fine.
He continued thrusting forward at a slow pace, keeping a close eye on her face. There wasn't much beyond her sensual breathing, and she drifted the back of her hand to her mouth to suppress herself.
Gintoki eventually managed to settle down into a rhythm after a few minutes, slowly picking up speed. His own moans started coming out when he felt her muscles pushing back against him.
His thrusts became progressively quicker and in time with hers, but also unrefined and messy. Tsukuyo's legs sunk even deeper into his hips as they recited each other's names under their breath.
"So good...Gintoki." Tsukuyo moaned, growing louder as she felt him tease her areolas with his fingers, delicately pinching her nipples.
Their eyes became increasingly screwed shut as a rising wave of ecstasy threatened to wash over them. Tsukuyo reached out for his back to cling onto while Gintoki held onto her hips for stability as he kept going, the noises of their pubic muscles slapping against each other and their voices getting louder and louder as time went on.
"Hah-hah-I'm gonna..." She wailed, on the verge of letting go. Without missing a beat, Gintoki placed a thumb against her clitoris, firmly rubbing against it as she loudly groaned in excitement. But that didn't seem to do the trick as her breathing kept building on a crescendo and her legs began to violently quiver, barely able to stay attached to his hips thanks to Gintoki holding onto them with his strong arms.
"Please...I can't hold on-"
"Shhh...let go Tsuki. Cum for me."
Her face contorted as her hips bucked upwards, loosening her body before it seized up in excitement. She couldn't resist crying out in pure euphoria in her orgasm as she spilled her contents over his cock. Her muscles clenched with each spill and her fingernails sunk even deeper into his back. Her erotic cries didn't let up as he continued thrusting into her with more speed and force than she expected. Her entire body went limp as she submitted herself to his carnal desires, and her own.
She wanted him to fuck her senseless.
Tsukuyo closed her eyes as he kept up the pressure, relying on her senses to feel every bit of him as he thrusted into her. She didn't care about suppressing herself anymore. Even after cumming on him she still begged for more, and the deranged smile etched on her face and the stimulating moans she put out was there for him to see and hear. The only words she could muster was the whispering recital of his name over and over again. It drove Gintoki wild with excitement as he pushed deeper and quicker in her, forcing the air out of her lungs.
His thrusts became totally messy and frantic as he desperately tried to hold himself back from spillin himself. With each thrust Tsukuyo would drag him back in, making him perilously close to climaxing.
He gazed down hungrily at Tsukuyo's contorted face, her eyes rolled back from being consumed by pleasure as he thrusted harder and harder.
"Hah-Hah-harder...please..." She begged. It was music to his ears.
"Fuck..." he hissed, delivering a particularly powerful push that made her gasp in surprise. His speed picked up even more and he threw his head back, feeling a tidal wave of lust fill him up as he braced himself.
"Ah-I'm cumming-Ahh...!"
One last push punched the air out of Tsukuyo's lungs as Gintoki loudly groaned, clutching her hips for control as his cock painted her inner walls in sporadic intervals, pulsing as he tried in vain to keep it under control. His body and voice involuntarily shuddered with each spurt, and he thrusted out of instinct several times to dispel the shaking. It only worked out in Tsukuyo's favour though as she unexpectedly wailed in another climax. The feeling of her pussy wringing his cock out prolonged his climax, sinking his hands into her hips tighter as they rode out their orgasms.
Gintoki collapsed into Tsukuyo's body, heaving from the intense sensation he went through. He had almost been sapped of his energy, only able to place her legs onto his shoulders and turn his head and rest against her chest, listening to it thump against his ear.
He lazily began rocking forwards again out of primal instinct, trying to extract the last of their tremors. They had barely any energy to muster up any noises, so the best they could do were weak moans. It all felt good nonetheless.
"Ahh...ahh..." She deliriously moaned, lamely running her hands over the fine contours of his body as he continued to gently penetrate her with what little energy he had left.
He eventually grinded to a stop, unable to carry on out of complete exhaustion. He lethargically pulled out, coaxing a last mewl from Tsukuyo in the process as he rolled over to put her on top, loosely wrapping their arms around each other. They could barely speak for several minutes as their chests heaved for lungfuls of air, only delicately running their hands through each other's hair in the meantime.
"You're good at this stuff...you sure you're not lying when you said it's your first time...?" He wearily asked.
"I told ya...dummy." Tsukuyo mumbled, straddling his waist as she brushed her hands over his collar to rest on his cheek. She gave a soft smile, leaning her head closer for a gentle kiss as he returned it in kind, giving intimate nuzzles before quietly chuckling amongst themselves.
They didn't speak for a little while, merely soaking in the steamy ambience of Gintoki's room and enjoying each other's company with light kisses to their bodies and their close embrace, with the odd star crossed glance into each other's eyes.
"Ahh...what are you doing?" Gintoki suddenly asked, feeling himself slowly grinding against her unexpectedly. He looked up to see Tsukuyo staring back at him with renewed vigour, clearly still hungry for his body.
"Mmm...Warming up for another go..." Tsukuyo purred. He couldn't help but smirk in excitement.
"Reallyyy now? You're not gonna be able to walk for a bit if you keep doing that." He warned with a chuckle.
"I wanna make the most of tonight, is that so bad...?" She purred, dragging her fingers against his skin.
"Nah..." He grinned. "Two can play at that game..."
Tsukuyo carried on stimulating herself for a little longer before she sat up, slowly sliding down onto his hard length and doing her best to suppress her mewls.
"Mmm...Hah...that feels so good..." She exhaled seductively, rocking forwards a little to get more comfortable, inadvertently provoking a small moan from Gintoki in the process.
"You're not gonna let me sleep tonight are you?" He quipped.
"As long as I get to have ya for one night, that's all I want..." She smirked, leaning her body close to him with a light giggle.
"Give me strength...I sure picked the wrong city to have fun in..." He remarked, playfully squeezing her butt (coaxing a moan from Tsukuyo) before moving his hands to rest on her hips. A lustful smile from his partner was all he needed to reaffirm his love for her, even if it was for one night. But one night was more than enough for them to express their love for each other.
"You drive me crazy Tsuki...and I love you for that."
I'm totally not gonna sleep tonight.