CHAPTER 84

I do not own skip beat! Yoshiki Nakamura does.

First Trip and Its Wonders: Part 8

Too frustrated with her lack on progress on that move, Kyoko had just decided to move on to another and searched for one that she hadn't memorized and still needed training on. But those were becoming a rarity, she had already most of the choreography wrapped up. There were only this one and the one for the end of the movie.

She didn't get the time to figure if she tried to do some training on that last scene, however. She wouldn't have been able to work on everything, because some would be filmed with obstacles and outside, but a part would have been possible. She rubbed some of the sweat off her neck, she had really annoyed herself on the precedent move.

But that's about the time Ren entered, and she smiled at him. They casually chatted while she recuperated and drank some water. Or rather, she talked and he took a damn pleasure finding any ways to poke the bear and tease her.

But even annoyed, she couldn't help but laugh. It was those little light moments that made easier. They waited some for Ken-san but then Ren got a message he would be delayed, and to start without him.

They were discussing with what part of the common choreography they would start with but he suddenly inquired about the move she had been training on. That's when she realized he hadn't come in right away, and had taken the time to observe her.

Feeling self-conscious, she flapped his arm.

"You could just have entered!"

He grinned.

"I didn't want to disturb you."

She snorted at that.

"Right."

He smiled at her sarcasm, and switched subject, playing innocent.

"Do you want to work on that move first?"He proposed. "I know I'm not part of it but I could help you calculate the right angle."

She had to think about it. Not that she was against it but she had essentially spent her morning on that damn move. She wasn't sure she was in good dispositions about it anymore. Maybe she should rest the case until she was less irritated with it.

"I think it would be best if we test waters a little, if you are okay with that," He added, "To get used to each style first before trying to work on our part together."

She nodded.

"That's definitely a good idea." She said, kinda glad he was dropping the damn quadruple kick air jump for now.

"But maybe that first before trying that move?" She arched a brow. It was like he already knew.

He chuckled at her unvoiced question.

"You seemed quite irked at it right now. Actually, you looked irked at it even before I entered the room."

She huffed.

"I knew you had taken your damn time watching! Why bother?"

He shrugged.

"I wanted to see."

"Unneeded." She commented and he shrugged. He removed his shoes. "I go change and we try a few things. Is it good for you?"

She agreed and he went to put on some training clothes. He came back barefoot too, barely moments later after going, with a tight sleeveless sports tee and training trousers. He warmed up for a bit, and she had to contain her stares as she saw his taut muscles stretched as he squatted and did fast push-ups. Now, she was far too entertained. She swallowed down some way-needed gulps of water.

He stood back again and waved a finger at her to come at him.

She walked herself to the centre of the training room where he stood.

"Karate, Aïkido and Kick-boxing, you were saying?" He inquired again with a grin as he pulled at his neck and observed her carefully.

She acquiesced.

"And self-defence."

"Let's see this."

She grinned, and thrills rose in her. She wanted to see how far she could go against him if he were serious.

"You will have to be more precise." She said. There were tons of moves they could try out to test each other. And it wouldn't be the same as the snow battle. That had just been playing. She wanted him to take her seriously.

After some thinking, this was his proposition.

"What about some quick blocks, and avoiding each other blows?"

She nodded her assent. Blocking and avoiding fists flying was a good start.

"Then kicks. And if it goes well, unbalancing the other and then, full battle?"

"If?" She asked. Was he suggesting she wouldn't stand the distance? He was totally underestimating her.

He chuckled.

"Just saying. I know you can fight."

"Sounds fun." She said in response.

But as soon as they began, she could see he was going easy on her.

They blocked each of each other attempts, fists going and all, and while she could understand they would not go from zero to one hundred when getting used to each style, here, he was going at it so softly it barely felt like a warm-up. And even when she fastened the rhythm or pushed harder, he would just cushion the difference but not match it up on his side.

"Come on, Ren."She said, feeling annoyance rising at him, and he dared to play innocent. "What?"He asked.

She showed him teeth.

"Did you forget I saw you on a certain movie? Or even during a certain night. I know you are not being serious right now."

"Kyoko…" He attempted as he blocked her arm, and he looked conflicted for some reason she couldn't figure out. "I don't want to hurt you. Just, let me a moment to – "

She huffed out a light growl as she launched next attack.

"Stop going light on me, Corn." If anything could make him understand she was serious, that was it. He nodded and they paused.

"I'm sorry. It's not I don't want to take it seriously…"He explained and again, a complicated expression marred his face before he turned it away. "I just hadn't expected it to be this hard…"He let out, and he actually looked frustrated with himself.

She dropped back her arms, and frowned in confusion. What did he mean? What was hard? It couldn't be the fight, they hadn't even begun, so what was it?

"What do you mean?"

"I- …-don't want to fight with you." He told her, and she could actually see he was pissed off. At her?

She took a step back and tried to not let it get to her. It wouldn't help things right now.

"To be fair, it's just mock fight."

"I know."

"And you do know that if you happen to use too much strength, I would be able to avoid the consequences of that, right?"

"I know that. Theoretically. Rationally."

She felt lost. What was the issue, then?

"Could you explain it better? I'm not sure I get you right now."

He chuckled low, mumbling something before turning back towards her.

He smiled in contrition.

"I guess you could say it's psychological." He said, "My body is blocking going harder on you, even if logically, I know you can take it. You have the experience and the control. I'm not doubting you."

It was already that, she guessed. But she wondered. Was it an unconscious thing? Or a somewhat conscious one?

"Do you know why? I mean – "

A grim smile appeared, and he nodded.

"Knowing I won't hurt you in theory isn't the same as pointing fists at you," Ren told her. "I guess you could say I have a knee-jerk reaction."

"A knee-jerk reaction?" She repeated with amusement, trying to get where he was going with that. His face softened at her expression.

Then, he passed his hand on his face. Still unsettled.

"A gut feeling, if you prefer. A repulsion reflex. At the idea of pointing my fists at you."

"Oh."

Now, she was starting to see where the issue was.

"Because I'm a woman?" She inquired, and he tilted his head to the side as if he was wondering that himself for a second. Then, he shook his head.

"No, it's not that. It might have been partly true if I knew you couldn't defend yourself but I know better than that."

He looked to the side, shrugged, stepped a bit away.

"Because it's you."

What? But why? If it wasn't because of an overprotective bullshit thing, was it? Why did it matter?

"I don't get it."

"I know."

He sighed and looked into her eyes, searching; hashing a complex thought out again.

"I'm too closed to you," He started and her heart twisted at the choice of words, and she contained the emotion starting to pulse inside, "I feel- …-repulsed … – at the idea of pointing any kind of weapon – "

She was already opening her mouth to protest he wasn't a weapon but he stopped her.

"Including me, at you."

"You are not a weapon." She protested but already knew he wouldn't agree with her on that. Not with what he had lived.

"But you had no issue in snow, so why – "

He shook his head.

"It was for fun. I knew it and at no moment was I required to go seriously at you." He countered.

She was confused again so he extrapolated.

"Serious enough in the intention, serious enough to the force used, and to the fists thrown."

Kyoko sighed. But she had got the gist of the issue. Not that it helped but still. How were they going to resolve this, that was another question.

"Now, what?"She asked at last when minutes had ticked by without result, but just thinking in circles.

He folded his arms as he sat on the wall's bench, still in thoughts.

"I don't know," he finally said before showing her a wary smile, "I hadn't anticipated this, to be honest."

He apologized and she brushed it off, and sat hear him. It was obvious he wasn't doing it on purpose.

She thought hard about this for a while. The issue was unblocking this jerk reaction he was having, and she had only come with one idea.

"What about trying again?" She started back and he looked at her, curious, "But going very progressively this time."

He just looked at her in silence, giving her the opportunity to explain further, so she did.

"You could try going just a tint harder in your moves, and each time you would see I'm okay, you would try to go a little further." She proposed. "It would be a way deactivate your unconscious reaction little by little. By seeing I'm not harmed – …"

She huffed out. She had no other idea, in any case.

"I know it's a bit sloppy but I don't have – "

"No, it's a great idea, actually."He said with a thankful grin.

They started testing her idea immediately, and to their surprise, it worked better than they had imagined. They resumed the blocks. And he tried pushing back a little harder when she would come at him. Again and again. A little more at each step. Each time, she would show him she was okay. Then, they began to do it for each type of move.

Training continued and eventually they had sparred sufficiently, and even when he was the one attacking first, he stopped worrying so much. That's when it started getting hard for her. She had nearly forgotten, since he was going so easy on her, but once he stopped holding back so much, he was a weapon, with how skilled he was. Though she would never tell him that. Because she was certain he would not take it in positive light.

Even if he were far from being at his upmost level, she could feel he still has a fair margin in the way he responded to her strikes, she was already starting to have a hard time matching him. Outside, she had had the slippery snow to help. Here only remained her agility. She was already beaten in pure force, and while she could still concur on leg speed, which had been a surprise, she could actually go as far as to say they were pretty even on that. But he was much faster with his fists than her.

Her limits came to light when she became less and less able to block his arms, only to avoid them, and then one of his knuckles grazed her chin. It didn't hurt, it barely touched her in fact but she was not well positioned, and it was enough to unbalance her.

She plopped down on her butt in a loud thud, and let out a small surprised sound.

He was by her side and crouching in the second. His tremendous form around her, caring, his huge arms supporting her, and wrapped at her back. The exquisite brunt of the pressure dizzying her nerves with tingles. It sent a shudder in her and he tightened his hold, nearly engulfing her, which if she were honest, was far from being unpleasant for her but wouldn't help him relax. Kneeling on one leg, one arm came into view as long fingers folded themselves on her cheek, scrupulous to be gentle. The rough yet drape of soft skin texture of his palm scorched her, but also called to a primitive part of her, soothing. Comforting, as if she could cuddle herself whole up inside that huge hand of his. Like a kitten. She resisted a purr as he stroked her cheek, basking in the fact of having all of his attention. She only came back to herself as she heard his worry. Right. Not the time.

"Kyoko! You okay? Where did I hit you? Are you okay?! I'm sorr – ."He fired at her so fast she couldn't get it all, and she placed her palm on his mouth, in effect, shutting him up.

Once she had him looking into her eyes, she mirrored his hand and placed hers on his cheek, in effect liberating his mouth.

"I'm okay."

He took his damn time looking her up and down and she accentuated the pressure of her hand.

"No need to freak out, and you didn't hit me."

"Your chin – "

She lifted her head instantly, letting him see there was nothing, and he observed it carefully.

"It's barely a graze."

He stayed so fixated on it, and she could actually see his thoughts mingling into darker zones so she tickled his ears to distract him from his thoughts. It seemed to work because he looked back at her, somewhat puzzled but not sombre anymore.

"I'm fine." She repeated.

He eventually let go of her face and as if in a daze, he rubbed the side of his face against her palm, pushing her fingers higher until their tips would tangle in his gentle luscious locks. Then, those long nimble fingers of his, that had been on her, threaded in a death grip with her own on his face.

His gaze returned to her, and the seriousness in them could have scared her if she did not know him so well. She smiled lightly.

"You promise?"He asked roughly.

She was tempted to lighten the atmosphere with a joke but she knew how important it was she was okay, so she didn't.

"I promise, Corn."

He finally relaxed, and let her go. So she was able to explain what happened.

"I'm okay but I think I did reach my limits arms-wise."

He nodded, and she hurried into continuing when she saw he was about to return to gloomy fairy.

"You are too fast with your fists. But I can somewhat match you on leg speed." She added with a grin.

"Oh, really?"He inquired, fully aware of what she was doing, and seeing the challenge peeking its nose but letting her do it, anyway.

"Yes, really. Now, come on." She prompted and stood, pulling him back up with her. "We should try legs and tripping; plus we have a lot of that in the script." She said and grabbed his hand to pull him. He let her drag him back to the training mats but she could see he was still about to protest.

"It will be fine."

He sighed but looking into her eyes, he appeared to relax, and nodded.

They trained lightly for a little while until Ren gave her the green light to go harder. And while he remained excessively cautious, she could see that little by little he was trusting her to be able to take his attacks without having to repress himself again.

She showed him that if she fell she would be able to cushion it or roll each time, she showed him she could soften his blows if needed and even used his strength to her advantage, and he stopped paying so much attention even more. They tested each other weaknesses to see what could work. Especially with the difference of size. She was more agile at him, and could hit at lower angles. He was stronger overall, could withstand harder blows without even frowning, and was very hard to move or trip if he was well rooted in the ground or prepared. She was faster with her legs, he was faster with his arms. He could block her far more easily than her with his size but she could be as slippery as an eel. They didn't try acrobatics because of the narrowness of the room, and their script wouldn't require much of those so they focused on the rest.

He was still a bit cautious to keep a safety margin between his attacks and her face. But that aside, he was not sparing her anymore, and she was actually proud managing to make him this comfortable after that incident.

She had been distracted by her thoughts but recovered just in time when he shot a quick kick at her right shoulder. She jumped back in time and blocked it, capturing his ankle with crossed arms.

He had expected it, and released his leg in a swift move, and in a blur it was the other that was coming. He had thrown it so high it was above her head this time, and she jumped at the occasion. Racing in towards him, she tripped his other leg before he could place back the other on the ground.

He didn't fall, though, but jumped above the leg and in consequence, just bent. He grabbed her at the middle by curving the long leg that had been nearly vertical high, around her waist, disabling any possible move from her as he stayed as if it was a fully natural position, on one leg like that. She was totally stuck and unable to free herself like that. Damn man.

He smirked at her but she grinned back as a new idea sprouted to life in her mind. She would use their proximity to her advantage. She acted quick. She lifted one knee, pushing right at the junction between the back of his left thigh and his butt. In effect, making him unable to find a way to place it back on the ground with a fast jump. In the meantime, she twisted her arm on the other side and locked his other knee with her elbow, then pushed inward towards her. He fell but she had forgotten he had still her stuck, thus making her fall after him.

They rolled on the ground in a tangled mess, out of breaths, and she ended up bust plastered on top of him. One hand on each side of his head.

"Got – … – you."She said with a grin. She had been trying to trip him for ten good minutes but he had had in memory the snow battle and hadn't given her any opening to do so, knowing she was more than capable and that he needed to be on guard about it. So, she felt joyful to finally had done it.

Gasping for air, they were both looking at each other but he smirked, and then world twirled.

New entanglement of legs, switch of pressure, and her back landed on the mat soundlessly. A hard chest was pressed on her belly and between her legs, and her palms were resting at leisure on the side of wide shoulders, at the junction between them and his back. His forearms circled her head.

"You sure?" He whispered, an inch away from her face, amusement and a deeper wicked something lacing his voice.

She felt her breath quicken at the warm weight of his body on her. She moved. She needed to act.

She snorted at him and grabbed his tee at his sides, tightening her hips ever so lightly – lord knew how bad it would be for her otherwise – , and pivoted them. They gyrated and he didn't fight the action this time either, letting her do as she pleased, but the second he landed on his back he made them spin again. They rolled on the ground again, and she found herself plastered on the floor and under his body once more. But instead, this time, his oversize arms were folded around her, his right one encircling her waist, the other between her blades, reaching her shoulder from behind. Still on her belly, still between her legs. Still dangerous. Goddamnit.

She was stuck.

"I can do this all day." He taunted her with a sinful cryptic laugh and she huffed, dropping the back of her head on the mat with a groan. He had no idea, did he? He had to get away his damnable body before she'd attack him. If he didn't move soon, she was going to have a very visible issue.

"I don't think that was what, the training was supposed to be." She told him with a slightly amused slightly caustic smile. Trying to play it cool. She was calmed and collected. She was calmed and collected.

He chuckled and grabbed a rebel strand from her braid with the fingers at her shoulder, tickling her clavicle with it.

"Sounds – … entertaining enough for me."He commented tersely, looking distracted. He was so doing it on purpose.

"Ha!"

She faked a laugh and launched her attack. He took hold of her hands before she could get to him, and he pushed them over her head.

She nearly managed to free her hands instantly so he intertwined his fingers with her – the contact sending sparks straight from her hand to belly –, and he pressed himself harder on her chest. This time, she had absolutely no way to get out of it unless he let her. She felt her nipples hardening. The damn man was too arousing, her treacherous body refused to stay indifferent.

Shit.

Too much stimulation. She needed to get out of here. NOW.

"Now what?"She inquired, trying to bluff her way out of this. "Are you going to let me go?"

Their faces were barely a few centimetres away, his hair was tickling her face. She could feel him breathe as it passed out his lips.

Even knowing it was nearly an impossible feat in that position, even when her whole body was starting to cry for more friction and craved more of this, she tried to elude his dexterous hands.

"What about – … freeing yourself." He told her. "I'm sure you can do it." He rubbed his nose against hers as he said that, as if to reassure her he was not very serious, and that she could be free anytime if she asked.

She had to think for a second but realized she could, in theory.

She looked into his deep eyes, actually able to see the lens, so close that she was. His eyes were unfocused.

"But not without hurting you." She told him, replying to his previous statement. He didn't answer. He let go of one his arms, keeping both of her hands in one big palm while the other came to brush her face. His gaze sombre. So very sombre. His face closer. And closer.

And then, he subconsciously tightened his grip on her wrists, and she felt an adrenaline rush. Her breathing turned laboured and she started to hyperventilate for another reason altogether. To her own very surprise, panic awoke in her like a big wave, and she tried to free herself, desperate all of sudden. She felt the impending attack arriving, and –

-She pushed back in a spin, and cut her panic to a full stop, refusing to cave. She just refused, it was ludicrous. She refused the panic, she refused the fear, she refused. She was not going to be afraid of this man. Never like that.

And looking into eyes that were clouding in confusion, she felt the strikes of panic beginning to subside. She had never been afraid of him, and knew she would never have to be. It was ridiculous.

His concern made light with the confusion in his gaze as her body and mind relaxed completely. Safe, fully, inside those arms, inside those eyes.

He had caught her fright before she could cover it up, though, and she wanted to curse her body for betraying her.

"What was that?"He asked, not letting her escape his stare. She played dumb.

"Nothing."

His hand finally released her wrists but he didn't let her go, he simply wrapped back his right arm around her waist, fingers on her hip, like before. Was he ever going to let her free? Not that she didn't like it but it was still bad for her heart. And extended close exposure to that man made her mask crack.

"Don't try to fool me." He said.

"Let me go."

"I saw your panic. I saw your terror." He stated and looking away, she shook her head.

"It was nothing." She said again, praying he would drop it.

He brushed his index against her cheekbone, and she could feel his gaze steadily looking at her, waiting. Ever so patient.

She sighed sadly, and she felt his fingers at her hip beginning to make slow soothing circles, as he knew it, somehow, she needed comfort. Thought, it was insanely unsettling -in many ways – for her.

She dropped a hand on her face, trying to compose herself as she admitted to very little.

"And if I don't want to talk about it?"She said, and she didn't know if she wanted to curse or thank him for understanding when he just smiled ever so soft at her.

"It's okay too. Just don't tell me it wasn't there." He told her and it felt so much like he was asking her to not lie to him she felt a blade of guilt twist in her gut, "And as long as you know you can talk to me any time."

She nodded, grimly but he smiled with such a comprehension she couldn't help to return the gesture.

The atmosphere has alleviated again. As if by magic.

"So, are you going to let me up, now?" She inquired, starting back the easy banter but also getting aware again of their position.

"I should, right?"He pondered with as much returned lightness as her, huge grin in place, like it was up to discussion.

She swatted his arm.

"Yes!" She stated, making eyes at him, "Shoo-shoo now, you are heavy."

He laughed, dropping his head on her shoulder, right where it was uncovered, his nose brushed the side of her neck, light and slow.

"I-do-not-believe-you." He sang song merrily. "If you can carry me then I cannot be that heavy."

"Ren…"She hissed at him but it only doubled his laughs. She could only endure so long of this sweet torture. She had noticed he had given her some room to move, but it was not enough to be free.

The damn man was determined to tease her until death ensued. He was enjoying this far too much. Payback time.

She growled at him – sure he was cute and if it didn't place her in delicate position she would have found it funny – , but she needed free. Now.

"As you wish." She stated in the guise of warning.

She lifted her right leg, free to move on his side because it wasn't tangled with his. She bent her knee and twisted her leg towards him. Then she gave a good kick somewhere below his back. It was only upon impact she realized she had just kicked his butt with the palm of her foot. She felt herself blushing before she could think about it. She had just swatted his backside with her foot. A quite firm backside, she was forced to admit as she recollected the feeling under her foot. She tried her best to keep up with her plan, despite her embarrassment, and spoke up.

"Up, your big enormous lion, come on." She said.

It didn't work as she had hoped.

The man did not get up, didn't release her either.

In fact, the only motion was the violent shakes agitating his shoulders, so big they were that she was shaking too, to the rhythm of them.

He looked up to stare at her. His whole face was trembling with barely suppressed laugher.

"Did you just - … sm-smack my butt with your foot?" He managed, between shakes and snorts. His face was a mix of disbelief and joy? He actually looked pleased.

She fought again against herself to maintain her cool, and glared at him.

"Yes, I did. And I'm going to do it again if you don't let me."She warned and he couldn't help some chuckles to start anew.

"So wild."He commented with amusement, and some secret glint she wished she could know about. She was too preoccupied to wonder more than second about it, however.

But to her dismay, his only reaction after that was to tighten his hold at her hip, on the very spot, where could be found her fairy tattoo, and she nearly jumped out of her skin at the feel.

The way he was rubbing her hip with his thumb and the hold and release he kept doing, enfolding those long fingers like a drape again and again. It was as if he was adulating her hip with the palm of his hand, engulfing it in a delightful grip and massage. And each time with accurate precision of the tightness, of the responsive spots. She felt her nails dig in the mattress in hope to contain herself.

He couldn't be unconscious of his doings, could he? She knew he was in a middle of a fit of laughs just a second ago but still.

He pressed right where it was needed with that long major of him again, and she nearly bite him.

That was not a good place for him to do that!

He needed to stop. He needed to stop.

She was going to… She was going to…

"Ren I'm going to pinch your sides if you don't move your hand right this second!"She said.

He looked back at her, a little puzzled, and not really collected still she could see, as he asked between coughs.

"My hand?"

"Yes, your hand." She said again.

"Which hand?"He asked, and she could see he still wanted to tease her but she was having none of it.

"Your hand at my hip."She grumbled, grabbing at the last of her sanity to not show him and trying to avoid his gaze, "I'm sensitive there so could you please let go."

"Sensitive?"He asked, tilting his head and massaging again and she grabbed at his arm. She didn't know anymore if it was to stop him or make him continue. She was starting to feel incoherent.

Was he doing it on purpose to be this slow in processing right now or was it because he was still distracted, she didn't know, and didn't care.

But then, he did that motion of tightening those incredible deft fingers once again and despite her best attempt to keep it under control, a little moan, barely perceptible, escaped. A brutal shudder overtook her, and she hit her forehead on his left shoulder on purpose.

How did he even…

Then she felt it. He had frozen completely, shock and wonder, blatant on his face as he looked at her, and too many other emotions for her to grasp them. She snapped.

"Yes, as in, an erogenous zone for me, damn it," She said sternly, hiding her embarrassment under fake anger, "and as in it is driving me nuts!"

His gaze widened at her but though done in very slow delicate motion, he released her hip instantly. He then rolled out from above her without a word, looking petrified, and she let out a breath of relief. Finally. She heard his apology but she wasn't really mad, she just wanted to hide somewhere. And most of all, she wanted time to calm down. She was not able to reply coherently right now.

She stood and walked over his still cross-sitting frozen form, avoiding his gaze while muttering.

How did he even find every sensitive spot so easily?

" … he has a sensor in the hand or what..?"

She had her back to him and didn't notice the jump of the man stayed on the mat, signed he had heard her.

Ken arrived soon after and while they weren't angry, it had been awkward for a little while and even after Ren apologized again, it didn't make it disappear completely. She hadn't been angry, and as she had suspected he hadn't noticed right away what he was doing. But still. Kyoko felt clumsy.

So when Ken arrived and Ren excused himself to the side bathroom, she let out some more air. Just a few more minutes. She needed a few more. She had been close to combustion, with just a hand grip at the hip. Fucking Mr. Fairy. He had really magical fingers. Too magical. She gulped down another bottle of water.

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In front of black tiles climbing high to a ceiling, surrounded by vapour and condensation, droplets gliding down to a smooth tiling just as dark as the wall; a man.

Long pale fingers taking support on those tiles and as mist disappears under a stream morphing from heat to cold, beads of water can be seen sliding down damp hair, the arc of lashes, smooth taut skin, firm muscles and elongated limbs.

The palm releases the wall from his function and find purchase at a tense neck, rubbing. Fingers slip, slide downward, skimming past a collarbone, a peck, an abdomen, only brushing but overheated. Rush of air through masculine lips. The hand finally collapses at the right hip. Familiar. Like her. His palm cuddles his hip, as if he was touching hers.

Another hand plunges lower, reaching. Barely a graze on the painfully erect flesh and it's the tumble.

The sombre wall welcome back the hand, and a head, resting, relishing in the comfort of its firm coldness as his skin refuses to relinquish its heat. His body rejecting the cool down, and cocooning in its contracted excitation.

His lips part.

"Fuck…"

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