Chapter 31
He hoisted her legs up in one swift motion as she held onto his neck with her arms. There was not enough space for what he wanted to do to her in the small foyer of her genkan. He had been aching to do this all day, to be consumed by her in every facet.
"You're so light," he commented up the stairs, welcoming the body heat that came from her clinging onto him. She fit so nicely against his torso, he had to fight the urge to not let her down.
"Or maybe you're just strong," she argued, refusing to delve into another conversation about how she needed to take care of herself better. He couldn't argue with that, not when she willingly stroked his ego.
Kyouya gently put her on the marble countertop of her bathroom and began to draw her a bath. She cocked an eyebrow at the gesture, expecting to have ended up on the bed instead. The Ootori had become well versed in her skincare routine, knowing that the first step was makeup removal with the softest cotton pad that money could buy. He rolled up his sleeves and got to work, dousing the pad with remover.
She smiled at how well-trained he had become and easily maneuvered out of her long sleeved dress, leaving her in nothing but a set of dark lace.
"What are you doing?" he stuttered at the sight. Kyouya swore he had looked away for a minute before she had stripped down to nearly nothing. Kiyoko stepped closer to him, leaning in and closing her eyes for him to take off her makeup from her face.
"Helping," she answered devilishly. "Go on," Kiyoko encouraged, blindly holding onto his wrist because the Ootori had been standing agape like an idiot. "Take off my makeup. You can take off the rest after."
His touch was gentle. Nervous, even. Kiyoko wondered if he was having a hard time focusing, having taken his sweet time in wiping away her mascara and eyeliner. Her lipstick had come off with a few swipes. Kiyoko's eyes were closed while he led her over to the sink to rinse her face. She closed her eyes and tugged on his hands to massage her face with cleanser too.
"High maintenance to the tee. Such a hassle, aren't I?" she asked while he rubbed away the tension from her eyebrows, followed by her temples.
"No," he chuckled. "It's quite relaxing."
"Hm," she pouted. "Then do this every night for me," she demanded.
"Alright," Kyouya promised. "I would happily wipe away makeup for you if this is what I get to see every night."
"You mean my face, right?" Kiyoko would have batted her eyes if they were open. Instead, she crossed her arms and pushed up her breasts that were already held in an intricate black lace. She hoped that this would make him salivate with need.
"Yes, of course," he rolled his eyes at her obvious attempt at seducing him. The Ootori had no complaints, only a stupidly plastered grin that even he could not hold back as he tried to focus on the task at hand. The good thing was that Kiyoko would not comment on how silly he must have looked - if his friends could see him now, they would never let him live this down. He gently guided her back to the sink to let her rinse her face. When she opened her eyes, he already had a towel ready.
"Wow, the full service," she laughed while taking the towel from him.
"Only because I was promised something…" he murmured. His free hands were now able to wrap around her barren waist, his fingers toying with the hem of the lace as he kissed the nape of her neck. He could feel the gooseflesh forming beneath his fingertips.
Just when he felt like he had finally had her in his arms, she sunk down to her knees in one swift motion, evading his grip once again by tugging at his belt. "Hmm… I think you need to catch up to me." Kiyoko pulled down his trousers within seconds, palming at the length of the bulge and stroking him over the cloth that only made him grunt in anticipation.
"Off," she demanded with a gentle tap against the side of his thigh out of encouragement. Only she was allowed to order him around like this. Nobody else in the world could get the Ootori to do as he was told. He wondered if she got off with just the power she had over him, or if she was even aware of it at all.
Kiyoko looked up at him with a cheshire grin, her long naked lashes fluttered at the sight in front of her. She bit down on her lower lip in anticipation, boldly pulling down his briefs. Her fingers curled around his hard cock with a few slow pumps before taking him in with her mouth. Her sweet, sweet, mouth that Kyouya could not help but to lose his mind over. This reminded him of exactly what had happened only months ago and it was finally happening again in a place that was not in the depths of his memory.
"Fuck," he grunted out. She took him in deeper, taking his cursing as a form of encouragement. He could feel every part of her warm mouth, hitting the back of her throat and sliding back out against her long tongue. She let out a moan, just so his cock could feel the vibration of the noise. She was enjoying this just as much as he did. How was she so good at this? Or rather, how was he so bad at keeping it together?
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Kyouya had to tug on her well-kept bun to slow her down. He had no other words left in his brain. The sound of the water filling the bathtub echoed with the sloppy wetness of him between her plush lips.
"Wait," he panted. She ignored him. "Stop," he pulled a few strands out of her hair as her tongue grazed the head again. Her hair was now slightly unkempt and her bare body was enough for him to lose focus again, she looked so sexy he had think hard to remember why he even said stop. "No," he choked out. Kyouya focused in on the words he wanted to say. "No, I wanted to–"
"Hm?" she hummed with him still inside of her. Kiyoko looked up at him innocently, very much enjoying the near pained expression he had on his face. "What?" she asked with a pop of her mouth when she took him out, stopping right at the nick of time.
Kyouya's sigh came out more like a grunt at the sudden loss of warmth and tried again. His mind was a puddle of absolute nothing. Now he actually looked pain stricken as he tried to calm himself down. His cock had been on the precipice of finally being relieved while his mind had other plans and both options right now only made the Ootori want to burst in frustration.
"I wanted this to last," he gritted through his teeth. "I wanted–" Kyouya made another grunt of anger. "Argh. Fuck. Get on the counter," he ordered. He was going to make her fall apart in the same way she did to him. It wasn't fair that she did this to him.
"Hmm," Kiyoko pretended to consider the request. He should have known better that she was not one to be ordered around. "No, I think I'd rather be in the bath. The marble is too cold." She stood up and turned to the generous sized tub. She inched backwards and tugged at her bra strap, enticing him to take off the lace. "Hurry now, the water will overflow if you don't."
His fingers stumbled over the hooks, a nervous wreck for some silly reason. He had done this numerous times - why was this any different? It felt like forever before he was able to free her from the band. He was thankful that she made no comment - some kind of teasing quip to come out of that smart mouth of hers. Kiyoko slipped off her thong without a hassle and stepped into the steaming hot water, aching for a nice soak. Kiyoko reached for a jar of bath salts and sprinkled the fragments. She breathed in the woodsy citrus scent and relaxed immediately.
"Come along," Kiyoko invited him in with a wag of her manicured finger. The water had wisps of steam, the redness of her skin travelling from her legs upwards to her torso while she sunk down.
"You're going to burn yourself," he scolded and turned the tap to a cooler temperature.
"The burn is what feels good," Kiyoko murmured, stopping the water flow completely by reaching for his wrist. She gently tugged on his arm to pull him in, dark red nails pressing against his skin gently. Kyouya shook his head, feeling the heat emanate from the water without having to be in it. It was far too hot for any living being. "You're just going to stand there?" she frowned.
"I'll wait for it to cool a little," he reassured. Kiyoko huffed and leaned back on one side of the tub, letting the water elevate to her neck.
"You'll get cold," she chided. "Come in while you can."
Kyouya made himself comfortable and sat on the floor, cushioning himself on the plush bath mat and stared at her instead. He was warm from the residual heat from the water, letting the scent of bergamot and cedar fill the air. He relaxed, just at the presence of her being calm. She opened her eyes, unamused by the glare casted on her. "What?" she asked him.
He shrugged. "I can't look at you?"
"Not like that you can't," she rolled her eyes.
"Like what?" he countered with an amused smirk.
"With adoration," she mocked. "Like I hung the moon or something," she gestured to the air with sudsy manicured hands.
"Like I love you?" Kyouya suggested with a raised eyebrow. The words hung heavy, echoing the bathroom that was now all too silent without the water filling the tub. Her eyebrows pinched together as an involuntary reaction to the thought of being loved.
"Why is it so difficult for you?" he pointed out.
Kiyoko rolled her eyes. "Is this a therapy session now?"
"Stop it," Kyouya frowned at her deflection. "Think about it," he demanded while looking her in the eye. He loved her in every form and he hated how she refused to believe it. He was at a loss of what else to do.
She sighed and blew the loose strands of her hair out of her face, refusing to meet his gaze. Kyouya pretended not to find that adorable. He missed seeing this facet of her, as much as he loved seeing her fierce and determined. She was beautiful to him in every possible way.
"I'm a hassle, no? I'm unpredictable. Unstable, as they all like to say. Self-destructive. Vengeful. All kinds of bad things rolled into a living being," Kiyoko listed while sinking further into the hot water, facing the white ceiling and away from the Ootori who tried to seep into her brain. "I wasn't made to be loved, darling. I'm made to be feared."
The Ootori shook his head at her, smiling. "It's rather all very endearing to me, my love."
"Shut up, you're ruining my seething aura," she splashed water at him with a laugh. "You're too kind to me."
"Are you allergic to kindness, Kiyoko?"
"No," Kiyoko denied, despite knowing that it was perhaps true. "No one grows up on kindness in our circle. Well, I suppose ours were the exception… the housestaff was a little village in itself to raise us both. They were bound by NDAs. But kindness is just foreign in a world where no one is to be trusted, you either learn the easy way or the hard way."
"Am I not to be trusted?" His forearms perched on the edge of the ceramic tub as he tilted his head at her.
"I trust you," she assured, squeezing his bicep. It was firm and far too defined for someone that had spent months supposedly missing her. How did he have the time for that?
"Do you trust me?" Kiyoko pulled him closer to her face, peering into his eyes to see if he was afraid of her. She could detect no such thing. Kyouya looked at her like she was the most precious thing. He looked as though he were in disbelief that she was even his to begin with. If he was lying, Kiyoko was sure to be fooled by his sincerity.
"I do, even if you make it difficult sometimes," he told her, grazing his finger along her soft cheek. "I hope you believe me. I'll remind you every day, if I have to."
"I'm trying," she confessed quietly. "Reminders would be nice," Kiyoko pouted. "You know, so I don't drive myself into insanity."
"Or is it for your ego?" he countered teasingly.
"My ego is nowhere as large as yours, Ootori-san," Kiyoko pulled away from his face to sit back in the tub again. "As if the girls in high school had not stroked your ego enough. Or your coworkers who cower at your presence."
"Are you jealous?" He waded the warm waters, looking for her hand to hold. He just wanted to be close to her in every capacity. The water was still scorching hot and her skin bloomed into a pink hue that reached her cheeks. It looked like she was blushing if he did not know any better.
"Of those girls in high school? Smitten by a nerd like you?" She laughed at the thought. The echos of her giggle rang in his ears.
"I was the cool type," he insisted, wishing he could bottle up the sweet sound of her laughter. Kyouya heard how silly he sounded as soon as the words came out of his mouth.
"Mmhm," Kiyoko nodded with a grin. "Yes yes, I've heard it all. So cool as a glorified accountant to an extracurricular club," she mocked. "You know, those who still speak of their high school days peaked in that era, right?"
"Hey," he splashed hot water at her in retaliation. "I am one of the most eligible bachelors of our generation," Kyouya growled. "Show some respect."
Kiyoko cackled, holding her hands up against the water he splashed. "Oh, you poor baby," she cooed, egging him on. "No one had the gall to remind you that you're just a big single nerd?"
"Oi," he tugged on her wrist to stop her from giggling. "Enough," he snapped. "I'm not single," the Ootori corrected her. At this rate, the whole world knew that he was with her and he prided himself in it.
"Then are you really an eligible bachelor?" she stuck out her tongue at his failed logic.
"I suppose not," he shook his head. "God, you make it impossible sometimes."
She giggled. Gosh, why was she giggling so much? She hadn't had a lick of alcohol tonight. "But you get off on the challenge, don't you?"
"I get off on you."
"Oh?" Kiyoko batted her eyelashes at him. " Just me?" Her voice was low and just under a whisper. She crawled closer to him again, demonstrating that there was plenty of room for the two of them. The game of tug of war was enough to get him hard again as she pressed her breasts against the tub, eyeing him with innocent eyes and parted lips. The cool ceramic was enough to make her nipples harden which only made for a sight for his eyes.
He shook his head at her, refusing to succumb to her powers. Blood had rushed down from his head and back to his cock. Kyouya tried to hide the way he glanced down by looking away from her.
"No," he leaned back even though all he wanted to do was to kiss her. Kyouya gripped the plush bath mat, taking deep breaths to resist carrying her from the tub to the bed. He needed to preserve at least a sliver of dignity when it came to Kiyoko. Kyouya wasn't sure why he was trying when all she did was smirk at him, knowing that he was probably hard. He hoped that she wasn't aware of the fact that he had been hard the entire time and uncomfortably so.
"Hm," she looked at her manicured nails. "Suit yourself. I could have taken care of that ages ago," she pointed to his cock that was sprung in full attention to her.
"I want to take care of you," he grumbled. "Fuck, Kiyoko - why don't you let me?"
"How?" Kiyoko was enjoying this game too thoroughly. She was a tease and she loved wielding her power over the almighty Ootori.
"However you'd like," Kyouya countered back, nostrils flaring at how much fun she was having and how much he felt like he was in his personal hell. Or heaven? He hadn't had the time to decide what this was.
"Is there a menu?" Kiyoko grazed her sharp nail over his collarbone, eyeing his lower half with amusement. "Am I to be thoroughly fucked? Bent over the counter? Or sprawled on my bed?"
He sprung up to his feet before she could laugh at him and his pained expression for the nth time tonight. Kyouya quite honestly needed a cold shower to keep up with her.
"Wait, where are you heading?" She thought he was about to scoop her out of the tub, wet as a dog to take her however he needed.
"To shower," he answered gruffly, turning away from her.
Kiyoko let out a quiet chuckle. What a gentleman.
"Suit yourself," she shrugged while she sunk deeper into the steaming water. The shower was only steps away as she squinted against the glass doors that had intercepted her view with water droplets. She admired the lines on his bare back, wishing she could trace them with her finger tips before digging into the muscles with her claws. Kiyoko refrained from letting him know that he was built like a god. How he had the time to keep up a fitness regimen, Kiyoko had no idea. However he had done it, the Ootori was a sight for sore eyes.
Wishful thinking was feeling like he was hers, entirely. So Kiyoko snapped out of it before getting carried away. How much longer would he find her to be so irresistible that he had to control himself with a cold plunge? It was a compliment that she took with pleasure.
Kiyoko busied herself with a scrub, exfoliating away her skin to be reborn. Kyouya stepped out of the shower, toweling his wet hair before tying it around his waist to join Kiyoko. He took a deep breath and felt much more grounded.
"Are you alright?" she asked with a raised brow.
"Yes," he responded. Much better than he was ten minutes ago. He felt like he could actually hold a real conversation without his brain short circuiting. Kyouya had long accepted that this woman was a force but there were moments where he had to be humbled by her power.
Kiyoko perched her arm over the lip of the tub, frowning at the fact that he had covered himself with a towel. "Boo," she pointed out.
"Oi," he snapped. "Eyes up here, woman."
She did as told, giving him one of those dark piercing gazes that mesmerized him more than it was terrifying. He had grown accustomed to her now, relishing in her attention. She batted her eyelashes with a slight parting in her lips, silently egging him on for a kiss. The Ootori resisted her by crossing his arms and holding his gaze at her.
"Let me take care of you," Kyouya continued their conversation that was interrupted by a frigid shower.
"As a kept woman?" she shot back amusedly. "You know I cannot be contained." Kiyoko refused the offer smoothly.
"That is the last thing I would want for you," he muttered. Gone were the days where Kiyoko sat complacent in her little role of being married off by her grandmother to fulfill a duty, not that she had ever taken that role seriously. Kiyoko was counting the days of the Ootori to move onto someone else but what she did not account for was his tenacity. It surprised her as much as it annoyed her before she settled into the comfort of his perseverance when it came to pursuing her. Kiyoko reminded herself to not take it for granted. After all, how many eligible bachelors were willing to go months on end to fall in love with her?
"Alternatively, if you're offering to fuck me senseless - I am open to that idea," she diverted the conversation to a more sinister topic. She did not bother to fix her mussed up hair - obviously his fault from the way he had to grab her mouth off his cock.
His dumb testosterone brain perked up at her words and he resisted the thought of it once again. Another cold shower would be a fucking embarrassment.
"Kiyoko," he warned lowly. Her ears turned red. A newfound hotspot had formed below her abdomen. Kiyoko refused to admit or even show the effect his tone had on her. A small voice told her that she could get used to this.
"Mmhm?" her saccharine voice echoed against the marble tiles. "Yes, Ootori-san?"
He closed his eyes and took a breath. Kyouya had to avert his gaze to the shower. "If you keep that up, I'm not fucking you."
"That seems like a bad trade on your end, dear."
"You want me as much as I want you," Kyouya growled. "I'm not asking for much, Kiyoko. Is it so hard to be vulnerable?"
"It is the equivalent to pulling teeth," Kiyoko shot back. "Unless you're equating each tooth to one orgasm," she mulled. "Then, maybe it'll be worthwhile."
He snorted at the thought. "How could we quantify this metaphorical tooth?"
"Not sure," she agreed, laughing at the prospect of it all.
When their laughter mingled together and their mutual sighs of amusement with each other settled, they shared a moment of gratitude. Kiyoko's gaze softened at him, and he mirrored her with adornment. He felt this overwhelming amount of love for her.
"I want to build a life with you," Kyouya whispered. It was about as close to a spontaneous proposal as one could get. He had been down this road before and each time he was rejected.
"Me?" she pointed to herself in half-surprise. "And what would we build?"
"An empire? A house?" He stopped before saying a family because she seemed to hate the topic of it, considering all she had been through.
Instead, she filled the blanks for him. "Not a family?" she was not offended at the omission, only curious on how he felt on the topic.
"Only if you are willing," he answered earnestly. He could already imagine little copies of themselves running across the room and giggling at each other. Kyouya had never given much thought to children beyond the fact that they were just a part of the cycle of life. "Would you like children?"
Kiyoko shrugged. "Being a mother was never something I aspired to be - not with how I grew up, anyway. I cannot imagine being a father as one of yours, either. Not that we ever discussed it," she added. She had quietly gotten the implant in the first few weeks of their dalliance. Kiyoko had settled on that term without wanting to commit to anything more to protect her fragile heart. While the Ootori was already thinking about her as a wife, he was committed long before Kiyoko could even stumble upon the possibility.
"Correct," he responded. "But with you, I could be anything."
"Alright, settle down," she laughed at his eagerness. Her expression quietly turned pensive as she admitted something she never said aloud. "I felt very guilty at the prospect of having a family when Haru was left behind by ours. I always thought it was just going to be him and I against the world, forever and always. It felt wrong to stray from him. To abandon him like everyone else."
"Would he have wanted you to have a family?"
"He mentioned it in passing," she mulled over the idea. "I thought he was joking."
"And was he?"
Kiyoko shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe. Maybe not? Either way, we'll never know."
"Is that why you left me?" Kyouya wondered. For your brother. For family.
She ached for the burn of the water to distract her from discomfort at the thought but the scorching hot period had already passed to make for a comfortable warmth instead. "I left you because I thought the prospect of a new heir would end our relationship sooner or later. The one thing I was useful for had been clearly removed from me."
"I never doubted your ability to–"
"Kyouya, I couldn't let you ruin your life," she cut in. She was in too deep. She cared too much. She needed to let go. "Our family is a mess. I became a detriment to you. A distraction, if you will. It was clear as day. My interest in the company affairs was negligible and I was playing a part. It felt impossible for me to be useful for you. I thought it would hurt less in the long run to leave sooner rather than later."
He crossed his arms in clear disagreement. "Then how about now? You surely are not playing a part."
"Well," she looked up to the ceiling. "I had no reason to be involved in company affairs until I needed to be. And even now, the only reason why I'm around is to blow it all to pieces. I'm only a vessel of chaos for my own selfish gain. What can I say? I'm cut from the Hibayashi cloth after all," Kiyoko stifled a chuckle. The irony of it all: thinking she was different from the rest of her family. The higher moral ground that she stood on had crumbled beneath her feet. Kiyoko did not have the heart to care anymore.
The Ootori pondered the words for a little longer, focused more on the former half of her confession.
"Were you playing a part… with me?" Kyouya felt stupid having to ask. It could not have been all a lie. The time they spent together, the feelings he had grown for her, the plans he had made in his head to intertwine their livelihoods together forever… it was only logical to wonder. He felt stupid.
She laughed. "I don't think I ever played a part in trying to get rid of you. I hung around to keep my grandmother off my back. But it turned out that you were a good person and then you just kept showing up, even after I tried to set you up with others. I couldn't tell if you were just stupid or persistent, or both. But you were like a puppy - who could say no to a puppy?"
Kyouya narrowed his eyes at that description. "I am not a puppy," he snarled. That was more Tamaki than him. He hated that description to the core of his bones.
"You were like Tamaki's dog, sulking around in a corner nearby for months," she smiled at his scowl. "It was nice," Kiyoko added. "Really," she insisted as though the scowl could be wiped off his face with some reassurance. "You were so persistent that I grew… dependent. I hated myself for it. I hated how you made me feel."
"You're capable of feeling now?" Kyouya teased. "Aren't you some monster?" He never believed her for a minute that she could be one.
Kiyoko frowned with her eyebrows that followed. "Contrary to popular belief," she sighed. "I feel a lot more than I'd like. Monstrous feelings of other people rather than my own," she continued. "I can feel the slightest shift in the air, in their eyes, their entire face, their whole bodies."
"How?" He heard how dumb he sounded as it came out. Her stare had penetrated right through him.
"What do you mean how?" she repeated back to him, incredulous. "How do you feel? How can you feel? You just do. There isn't an explanation. I grew up hypervigilant about Haru's feelings. There is always the brink of a meltdown. Or my family in general, I know exactly when people are about to snap. A product of an unconventional childhood, I suppose? What's your explanation for being so bad at feeling?"
Kyouya frowned. "Well when you put it that way," the Ootori muttered. "I feel too much when I am with you."
"Is that so bad?" she cocked an eyebrow. "Some feelings are nice."
"I feel like I could conquer the world with you," Kyouya sighed. "Life without you was nothing like life with you and I hated waking up in the morning without smelling your hair or the coffee you make." He felt whole when he didn't realize he was hollow his entire life.
"That's all I'm good for?" Kiyoko batted her eyes at him.
"No," Kyouya frowned. "I hate how you do that. You dismiss your worth."
She shrugged. "Or you're delusional?" Deflecting was second nature. She was so good at it, Kiyoko could hardly stop the words coming out of her mouth.
"I'm in love," he corrected sternly to scold her.
Kiyoko tilted her head at him and narrowed her eyes. "Same thing, no?" She flashed a sweet smile at him, unaffected by his chiding.
"Maybe," Kyouya sighed, succumbing to her once again. She was just that charming.
"Maybe someday you'll fall out of love with me," Kiyoko thought out loud. She was always waiting for that moment anyhow.
"And what will you do then?"
Kiyoko listlessly waved her arms in the soapy water. "Never love again," she answered in a quiet whisper. "Carry on with life, as usual," Kiyoko continued, louder to bury what she had already said.
"I could not carry on," he spoke of his vulnerability so easily with her that Kiyoko had trouble believing him. He bared his soul to her and for nothing else in exchange but just her presence. "In the last few months, I was angry and hollow with sadness. I missed you."
"Me too," her voice betrayed her with a crackle that was only amplified with the marble walls in her bathroom. Tears had welled in her eyes before she knew it and she reached to gently dab away the run off on her cheeks with her wet hands. "I miss Haru too," she added quietly. "Goodness, maybe he would have even liked you."
"Maybe?" Kyouya repeated. "Why wouldn't he have liked me?"
"He was very particular," Kiyoko explained. "And you certainly do not have an inviting personality but at least you're quiet."
"Same with you," he pointed out.
She shrugged. "He just doesn't like people. It overwhelms him."
"But he likes you?"
"He tolerated me," Kiyoko chuckled. "I am the little sister who likes to bother him and push his boundaries."
Kyouya rolled his eyes. "You do that with everyone. You get a rise out of infuriating me."
Kiyoko shook her head. "No, you're different - neurotypical, for the most part."
"For the most part?" he repeated in offense.
"We're all a little…" she clicked her tongue. "Different," Kiyoko settled on the word. "But Haru was very sensitive. Into his adulthood, we were able to work to figure out a good setting that removed most of his triggers. As a child, even the whirring of the AC would send him into a meltdown. It was not about pushing boundaries, it was about learning what worked best for him and making sure he was comfortable."
"Without anybody knowing of his presence?"
"Well," Kiyoko scoffed. "That was taken care of by my grandmother. After that, he was no one's problem." Kiyoko tipped her head back to look at the ceiling, thinking about what led her to mull over Haru. Kiyoko felt sorry for souring the moment and opened her mouth to apologize but the Ootori had caught onto the way she had quieted.
"It's alright," he reassured her. "We can talk about him." He could already tell that she was retreating back to her fortress of thoughts.
Kiyoko shook her head. "There isn't much to talk about," she sighed. What was there to say? She failed her brother. Her whole family did. And now, she would never be able to redeem themselves.
"That's a lie," he caught her red handed with his eyes boring into her own.
She sat in the uncomfort of the truth before nodding in agreement. "That is dangerous," Kiyoko warned him.
"What?"
"Learning to read me like that," Kiyoko raised an eyebrow at him. She brushed off the discomfort with grace, as usual. "My powers are waning," she sighed and placed the back of her hand against her forehead dramatically. "What will I ever do? You'll fall out of love. You'll leave me for a younger, richer woman. I was always destined to be an old hag after all."
"Oi," he grabbed a hold of her wrist, refusing to give into her antics. "Stop it."
She pouted playfully at him. "You aren't even amused by me anymore," Kiyoko gasped with her eyes widening.
At her most annoying, she was rather endearing above it all. Cute, if he had to describe her right at this moment. Even as an old hag, she would find ways to entertain them both. Somehow, she managed to charm him even while she was on the brink of an emotional breakdown. Kyouya knew better than to trust this whole playful facade, covering up the ache in her soul to not burden him with her feelings - the ones that she felt all too much, too fast. It consumed her before she could put a stop to it right in a blink of an eye. It was fascinating.
He gently tipped her chin towards him as he planted a sweet kiss on her forehead. He couldn't settle on the right words for his adoration for her.
"I've told you this and I'll continue to tell you this: I love you, as annoying as you are and as an old hag and as the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
She closed her eyes and nodded with a deep breath. It was her not too subtle attempt at keeping her tears at bay. Somehow, she always managed to cry in front of him. Emotional vulnerability was so terrifying and yet so relieving at the same time.
"Okay," Kiyoko steadied herself after a few seconds. Enough, she told herself. She had a good soak and a small cry. "Towel service, please," she requested. The water had lost its scorching heat some time ago and she would sit in a tub full of tears if she did not put an end to this.
"Am I your butler?" he grumbled but not before grabbing it off the rack. Only she could order him around and he would still willingly wait upon her.
"Hm," Kiyoko thought about it. "An Ootori as my personal butler? You'd be terrible at it."
He threw her the fluffy Egyptian cotton with a huff, averting his eyes away from her naked body. She plastered her face with a sinister smile, wrapping herself with a towel that was far too short to reach beyond her midthigh. She sauntered over to the bathroom counter and began putting on her skincare under the dark gaze of the Ootori. She bent over the marble to get closer to the mirror and parted her lips.
"You're awfully patient today," Kiyoko noted as she patted on the lip mask, inviting him closer. She tiptoed over the counter to put on her eye cream, knowing that he was definitely looking at her bare ass that peeked through the towel.
Kyouya stayed silent and kept a safe distance from her, arms crossed with a frown. His chest heaved up and down, to which Kiyoko squinted in confusion at. Why was he breathing so heavily like that?
"Are you alright? You look like you're about to combust."
He took a few slow strides to lock her between his arms as he settled against the counter. "You have no idea what I want to do to you," he whispered in her ear, nuzzling his nose against her collarbone. "I've been waiting far too long and you need to be punished."
"I haven't done anything," Kiyoko argued back, defiant.
"You've been preening," he gripped her towel. Kiyoko's reflexes were fast enough to hold onto it without being stripped away. "Teasing," he tugged harder, loosening the tie of the towel but Kiyoko still refused to lose this tug of war. "And edging me," he continued.
"You told me to stop," she reminded. She watched the way his muscles flexed as he kissed her along her shoulder and against her neck, his wrist locking her head in place so she could not move. She held onto the towel for dear life, focusing on breathing and watching themselves in the mirror. Was she usually this stricken? Did he even notice how he dismantled her so easily? When did the Ootori learn to be so… domineering? Wasn't this her thing?
"And you begged for me to fuck you," he growled. Kyouya finally had enough of her tricks. "You're getting what you asked for."
"I–" she couldn't manage to argue when he forcibly shut her up with his mouth instead, craning his head to meet her lips. His wandering hands slipped beneath her towel, giving up on fighting her for it. With a forcible squeeze against her ass and his large hands against her hips, he turned her body to face him.
"Get up," he ordered her onto the counter. For once, she obliged without a word, quickly clinging her arms over his neck for support. Kiyoko had to admit that the mirror made her feel a lot more exposed than she had thought. Somehow watching her get absolutely debauched had stricken a nerve of embarrassment for the way she cowered so easily. Kiyoko welcomed the change.
Kyouya hoisted her against his hips before placing her back down to sit. Her legs were already stretched on each side of him, leaving easy access for him to graze his fingers right against the slit he had craved for too long.
"Good girl," he murmured. An obedient Kiyoko was much more easier to work with.
"What?" She couldn't even stop the words from her mouth. Somehow that rendered her into a dazed state when his fingers parted her folds, his finger sinking right into her without any resistance.
"Why won't you listen more often?" Kyouya mewled while his finger explored the warmth of her body. He watched her face contort into a mirage of expressions that he wished he could see at every moment of the day. The way her mouth opened without any smart fucking things to say. Or the way she closed her eyes and swallowed her thoughts. He wondered if she was always this wet for him and he just never thought to take control. How stupid was he? Fuck, he was an idiot when it came to her.
She felt her body jerk involuntarily right as he grazed against the spot that he always somehow managed to find inside of her. Even after all these months, he knew her better than she ever did. He watched her in awe with a smirk to his face, making sure to graze her clit with his palm too because he had craved for the way she would tighten against his fingers, or even better, his cock later.
"I swear," she gasped. "If you stop," her voice turned so small. "I–"
"You'll what?" he egged her on, knowing that she was at a loss for words. He pried off her towel and squeezed her breast, thumbing her nipple to keep her quiet. Kiyoko could not stop the way her body reacted, getting wetter by the second. The way it echoed against the walls of the bathroom would have been embarrassing if she didn't notice the way Kyouya enjoyed it so much.
"Please," Kiyoko begged, perching her claws against his shoulder for some kind of stability. She was on the verge of falling apart. "I'm…" Where were the words when she needed them?
"Shh," he cooed, kissing her on the lips while pumping his fingers in and out at a faster pace. He could feel the way her entire body tensed. Fuck, he could come just thinking about this moment. Kyouya made a mental note to do this daily with her. He could never get tired of this. "Let me take care of you."
A guttural noise came from her throat before she could even think of a response. Forget about her smart mouth, her brain was absolutely empty with pure pleasure. She rested her head against his shoulder while he slowed down his fingers after she convulsed on him for what felt like too long. "So good," she mumbled, out of breath. "I…" Kiyoko groaned. "Ugh," she drawled, absolutely exhausted.
"Did you miss me, darling?" he smirked.
"Yes," Kiyoko nodded, completely pliable to his whims now. She whimpered at the loss of him, now covered with the remnants of her pleasure over his fingers. Drunk off of the high, Kiyoko grabbed onto his forearm and licked his long fingers clean. He watched the way her eyes flitted up at him, she was teasing him with her mouth as usual and his cock twitched just watching the way she sucked him dry while being absolutely naked.
"Did you miss me?" she asked back, popping his fingers out of her mouth.
"Always," he answered before kissing her, aching to taste her too. His tongue only found the remnants of her lip mask that lingered, a synthetic sweetness that he usually would tolerate but not today. Kyouya was disappointed, frowning against her mouth.
"What's wrong?" she mumbled against him. Was she too much? Was this really the time where she would sink into her insecurities? Naked as a baby with nothing to do but babble.
"It's not enough," Kyouya shook his head, determined to fix this immediately.
"Not eno–" Kiyoko repeated in confusion but was cut off by him scooping her up from the counter without a second to spare. Kiyoko let out an involuntary yelp at the way he carried her up in one fell swoop. He quickly made his way from the primary bathroom to her bedroom, roughly throwing her body down on the plush down duvet. The bedroom was lit by the dim brightness of the bathroom while his silhouette sank down before Kiyoko could say another word.
The Ootori got on his knees by the bed, the only time he would happily do so and parted her legs so he could ravage his dessert. His warm tongue grazed from top to bottom, making sure to gather every single drop to taste her.
"Wait," Kiyoko sharply took in a breath of air. "I'm going to–" her legs instinctively moved to close themselves because of how sensitive she already was, to which the Ootori only grabbed both legs with a firm arm to put them over his shoulders. She moaned involuntarily, jerking at the way his lips vacuumed right against her engorged clit. The Ootori was relentless, making sure his tongue rhythmically glazed over the spot that made her crumble. Kyouya was determined to remind her why they were so good together, demonstrating all the things he had learned about her in their span of a few months. He was a fast learner, after all. Kyouya had always been determined to master the art of her, and only her in every way possible. Kiyoko could hardly tell if he was just deprived and thirsty for her or if he just enjoyed the control he finally was able to achieve.
She had no words, only noises that were forced out of her. When she came again, convulsing against him at an alarmingly fast rate - she forced herself up, chest heaving and mouth parted with nothing to say to him. Did she see stars? Or was it just the lighting of the bathroom? He wiped his mouth, with a smug smirk on his face that was impossible to erase. He committed the way she looked at him to memory: speechless and ruined by only him.
She huffed at how triumphant he looked and refused to give in. She kissed the smirk off his face, and then dragged his body onto the bed, lazily forcing him on top of her.
"Will you fuck me now?" she requested, still trying to recover from the mind shattering orgasm. Kiyoko could not believe she ever let herself forget how good sex could be. Her mind was numbed with sadness over the past few months, swallowed by grief and her own guilt. The Ootori forcibly pulled her out of her own wallowing in more ways than she expected.
"If you're good," Kyouya countered back with resistance, putting a stray hair behind her ear, letting her catch her breath. He rolled off of her and gazed at her instead. She was so beautiful, it left him in awe every time he stopped to stare.
"I was good," Kiyoko whispered. "Really good for you." Did she sound pathetic and needy? At this point, she didn't care. "Please?"
He nodded and kissed her deeply, slowing down intentionally. Kyouya tried his best not to fall for those pleading eyes. He'd give anything to her if she just asked so sweetly.
He wanted to savour her, remind her that she was worth the wait. She was the only one for him and he refused to think about the possibility of anyone or anything else. Kiyoko kissed back, her energy depleted by the Ootori. All she could do was match his pace, hands roaming along the grooves of his muscles on his back before finding their way to his cock that stood erect for what must have been an uncomfortable amount of time. She tugged the towel off of him, inching him closer with her leg over his hip.
Kyouya knew that she would grow impatient and placated her by putting his weight on her instead, trapping her underneath as he continued to kiss her along her neck and shoulders. He grabbed her hands, locking her wrists above her head. Kiyoko hardly fought back after his lips grazed her nipples, his tongue keeping them erect while making her wet again.
Kyouya took his time with her until she mumbled please in a half-whisper and half-moan. He had to admit that he quite enjoyed seeing her helpless, suddenly realizing that the woman did the same to him. Could they be more perfect for each other?
He grinded his cock against her slit, teasing her. The way it easily slid across the planes of her folds, telling him that she was more than ready for him. She let out a small whine, pulling him closer against her body for warmth.
"You want this?" Kyouya asked sweetly against her ear.
She nodded vigorously with her eyes closed, her voice subdued to only noises of affirmation and dull motions of clawing against his back.
He gently pressed the tip into the entrance of her but ended up sliding in without any restraint to his own surprise. Kyouya let out a grunt at how tight she still was and she could only respond with a groan. She felt so full. Complete. Perfect. Her mind was blank.
"Move," Kiyoko ordered with what little words she had left in her vocabulary. He did so, but at a painstakingly slow motion that made her want to flip over so she could do it instead. Kyouya was doing this on purpose and she hated how he had the upper hand, knowing that her limbs were limp against him. He knowingly rendered her of her strength.
"Faster," she begged, desperate for that friction.
"No," he resisted. "No, I'm going to fuck you how I want to fuck you."
Somehow, that did more to her body than her mind could ever control. The warmth surged to her abdomen, trickling around his cock that slid with even more ease than before. Kyouya could only grunt at the pleasure he felt with every stroke, her wrists paying the price with his strong grip over her head. It short circuited her brain and all she could do was stop resisting the pleasure that washed over her in waves.
"So good," she murmured, eyes rolling back while her lips let out another moan.
"What?" Kyouya missed it while being too tied up with how good his cock felt sliding in and out of her body. He loosened her wrists, thinking that it might have been too much.
"More," she whispered. "Please."
He caved at her request, grunting in pleasure. He'd give her anything as long as she asked for it with that sweet voice of hers. Fuck, he'd give her the world. All of it. The moon, even. He was weak for her. She was his weakness and he would dare say that he prided himself in it. She was his, forever.
"Alright," she was devoid of full sentences. "Okay. Yes, yes, yes," she continued in response to him.
"What?" he could hardly hear her over the sensation of his cock hitting her cervix, pushing at a pace that was forcing him right to the very edge.
"I love you." The words came so naturally after his confession that he came before he could even warn her, spilling out with an animalistic groan over her body. It was finally his turn to be depleted of all his strength, letting his entire weight fall onto her. They both struggled to catch their breath, bodies stuck together with a sheen of sweat and comforting warmth. Kyouya pressed his nose into the nook of her neck and hair. This was his favourite place to be.
"You smell so good," he told her. He could get high off of this.
Kiyoko sighed before giggling at him. She cupped his cheek and planted a tender kiss to the edge of his mouth. "Really?"
Kyouya groaned at the realization that he had said everything out loud. What else did he say in this love drunken haze? He was never cool around her and he hated the thought of accepting the fact. As the discomfort of their sweat settled in, Kiyoko groaned before writhing out of his grip and then urged him to get off the bed with her to shower again. Kiyoko forcibly pulled him out while his heavy steps followed.
The pair settled back into bed after quickly towelling off. Under the plush duvet, Kyouya pulled her into his body where she belonged. Kiyoko hardly had the energy to fight back and so she just settled into the warmth of his body and the softness of her pillow. She fit so perfectly between his arms, it was hard to let go. He drifted off under the smell of peonies and honeysuckle, intoxicating himself on everything about her. From her soft skin, to her long hair, to the beautiful curves of her body that fit right in between his.
This was absolute bliss.