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The way Arashi looks at him makes him feel special, because in her eyes, Mao really is the most special boy she has ever met. And she makes a point of emphasizing this, not just in words, but in the way the purple of her eyes shine when she looks at him and only him. They sparkle with so much light, carrying so much love and affection in the way she squeezes her eyes shut and smiles and nothing else but him matters. That smile. Oh yeah, that tender, loving smile could end him at any moment. And the more he's pulled into this quicksand called love, the more he wants to drown until his lungs fill with sand, if that will make him feel as complete as he does now.

Her fingers touch his warm skin in a delicate way, as if he would break at the slightest touch and she needed to be very meticulous in the way she handled him so as not to break him or leave marks, at least for the time being. He's not used to being treated with such affection, so he succumbs, a fragility in the way his green eyes tremble, unable to look away from hers, almost begging with his eyes for something he isn't even sure what it is. Digits trailing down his cheeks, where they are soon occupied by the palms of her hands, her thumbs caressing his cheekbones, fingertips sneaking into his strawberry-red hair.

It's so warm. It's so comfortable. Everything she does seems to be with the intention of taking him to heaven. And he doesn't think he deserves to go to heaven, no, not at all. But if that's the reward for worshipping the Goddess that she is, then he can accept this time that he's in heaven and let himself be carried away by her.

And it's easy to reciprocate without realizing it. He barely sees his hips moving, seeking the warmth of her body as much as he can. His hands fly to the black shirt she's wearing, tugging at it as if he's both trying to get her attention and also have anything he can hold. That he could press his fingers into and not feel like he might melt from how close their faces are. Her warm breath hits his face, and he swallows and almost chokes when their noses touch. She looks at his lips, but never starts anything.

And it's killing him. This anticipation. He wants to touch her so badly. Everything in him is screaming, begging her to just— just bring their lips together at once. That brushing of lips isn't enough and the knot in his throat intensifies. It gets difficult to see for a moment, as if a cloud is passing right in front of his eyes: but it's actually tears gathering in the corner of his eyes and the imminent danger of them falling if Arashi continues to touch him so gently.

He wants more. He needs more. He aches for her. He craves everything she can and is willing to give to him. He has tears forming in the corners of his eyes because she hasn't touched him yet.

Mao opens his mouth and what sounds like a sob dies in his throat, forcing him to swallow hard. His breathing starts to speed up even more, and he almost feels like he won't be able to say a single word to her. "N-Naru—" but it comes out. That sweet nickname slips from his lips and that's all she needs. He can't finish his thought, not when the sensation of their lips finally pressing together makes him so emotional that he has to take a good moment of his shock to not actually cry out of relief at finally receiving his reward.

And that's just the beginning. One of the many rewards that Narukami has in store for him.

She kisses him with care, affection, passion and yet an intensity that is so delicious it makes his mind spin for a moment. It's how lovers kiss. This experience is very new to him; being desired, coveted and loved for every bit of him. Mao doesn't consider himself to be a good lover, not as good as Arashi is for him, but he wants to be everything she is for him, just for her.

And it's with a dying grunt in his throat that the kiss follows and deepens even more. Her hands are firm, her skin almost burning against his, but they are also like cotton. How sweet and soft these touches can be when you're as hungry for touch as Isara is. His anxiety fades as her command becomes more and more evident. She licks and lightly bites his lower lip straight away, which is indication enough for what's to follow.

And no matter how many times she kisses him, it'll always melt him completely and take his mind to unimaginable places.

He moans shamelessly and she swallows that sound gladly. His hands gripped the fabric of her shirt tighter, but at some point that was no longer enough and his fingers gripped her waist desperately, trying to deepen the kiss and bring their bodies closer. The desire to feel her, even with the fabric of her clothes there, is still too hard to ignore. He needs their bodies together, or he feels like he'll succumb if he doesn't touch her even for a second.

Narukami likes it, though. His need burns in her too, and she devours him in the most sublime and complete way she knows. Like a hunter does with her prey, without leaving any morsel of her feast behind. Leaving him without being able to think of anything but her; of how their mouths fit so perfectly, of how she sucks on his tongue and elicits a needy grunt from him. Oh... She lives for that. And he lives to satisfy her, of course.

His legs tremble under him, just as his grip weakens as the kiss continues. Eventually they have to pull away, but still, he groans disgruntledly as his eyes lock onto her again, trying to chase her lips once more.

She smiles at him as she slowly pulls away, at how breathless he is, even though she has kissed him so tenderly and carefully.

She leans in close again, her tongue touches the corner of his mouth and he lets out a low grunt, squeezing his eyes shut, panting, already overwhelmed with so much love and attention being poured into him. Her lips descend from his chin to his neck, where she watches his adam's apple move, swallowing the anxiety he feels for her touch. One of her hands runs down his sides, squeezing his hip with some force as her body, noticeably larger, begins to lean into him. Mao's hands move up to her shoulders, the space between them finally starting to get smaller and just the thought of it makes his heart leap with excitement. Her other hand holds him by the nape of the neck, nails scraping across his skin, sometimes pressing, sometimes caressing his soft, sensitive skin.

His body stiffens and a shiver runs down his spine when her tongue touches his neck, licking a wide swathe until she reaches his ear, where she lays a kiss on the tip of his ear and laughs softly at how he arches into her touch and lets her do whatever she wants with him. His face is completely red when she pulls away, but unfortunately she doesn't watch him as precisely as she would like to. The desire to bring their lips together again is greater than anything. She needs to taste him just a little bit more.

And of course he lets her in without blinking an eye. She tastes good on his tongue, almost addictive, totally delicious. Her gloss is sweet and makes a little mess on his lips, but even sweeter than that, he tastes on her tongue distinctly that strawberry she stole from his cake earlier and it makes his head spin once again. She lifts herself up under his body more and more as he seems to bend more and more to her touch, and before he knows it, his back is getting closer and closer to the mattress as she slips her arm around his back so that he can do it as comfortably as possible.

And when they move away again, it's there that the realization that he's lying down, with Arashi above him, finally hits. But God, he can't complain about his view of her from below.

She's beautiful. She always is, but the way she looks at him from above drives him crazy, makes every cell in his body race faster. Her hands grasp his thighs, fingers sinking lightly into the exposed flesh, placing herself between his legs as she pulls him closer. Her shirt half-unbuttoned, the typical collar she wears everywhere (a present from him, indeed) dangling, the sweat on her neck, that expression of someone who could eat him up, and yet touch him as if he were fragile to the touch makes a moan escape him.

It also doesn't help that he feels how hard she is when she brings their crotch together. He whimpers, trying to stop his hips, but the girl herself encourages him as she thrusts against him, rubbing herself against him, pressing them lightly through the thin fabric of his underwear against the fabric of her own panties. He grunted, covering his mouth as their bodies gradually closed the distance between them.

Her manicured nails lightly press into the sensitive skin of his thighs, lifting them further as she experimentally continues to rub herself against him. One of his hands grips the bed sheet, throwing his head back, while the other hand grips Arashi's arm, trying to hold on to the remaining pieces of himself. There are tears in the corners of his eyes as he opens them to look at her.

She smiles at him, one hand still firmly clasping his thigh, while the other moves up towards his chin. Her thumb touches his lips, and the entry is easy when he opens his mouth a little bit, touching his bottom teeth and forcing him to open his mouth even wider. His saliva accumulates in his mouth, as she playfully presses her finger along his tongue, feeling the rough texture of the organ. The noises he makes are so wet, inappropriate, and it doesn't help his growing shame and burning. But he does what he's supposed to do: he sucks and licks her finger

"Such a good boy for me, aren't you?" she's close enough to almost press her chest against his, their bodies as close as they've ever been that night. She kisses his cheek and chin, moving on to his neck again, listening to the low whimpers he lets out, both from their closeness, her words and the fact that he still has her thumb pressing against his tongue. "It's so hard to control my head when I have you like this~"

She lightly bites the tip of his ear once again, but doesn't last long in this tease. She lets him breathe easier by stopping forcing her finger into his mouth, but attacks his neck this time.

She knows the spots that make him lose his mind. Like the one right behind his ear, or the one below his shoulder, or the one in his throat that never fails to make him shudder on her grip. She knows every little part of his body, and touches him as if she were touching something sacred. This feeling of being cared for and not the one taking care of someone for a change makes Isara completely melt at the slightest of Narukami's touches.

And he couldn't care less about how vulgar he might be right now.

His hands hold her by the nape of the neck, trembling fingers entering her soft blonde hair, while her mouth doesn't stray from his body for a second and he feels how she burns with him, rubbing against him, squeezing his thigh and scratching his skin.

He sobs. The stimulus is so good, but it's still so little. He needs more.

There's a moment of shock when her fingers enter under his shirt, long fingers down his belly, going down, but not far enough, stopping at his waist with a grip that he feels marked in embers by the scratching of her nails. It only makes him needier, more anxious.

"Please..." Mao whispers, feeling her hand go up his ribcage, while the other keeps him in that position, pressed against the mattress, her mouth biting into that beautiful skin to leave a reminder later.

"Such a needy little thing you are, aren't you?" Arashi pulls away, receiving a pained groan from the boy. She uses her forearms, one on either side of his head against the bed to lift her up a little more, giving him the happy feeling of being trapped, but in a way that he wouldn't mind.

She still won't give him what he wants, though.

She leans in and kisses him. And he, of course, kisses her back, trying to bring their bodies closer together again, but Arashi is right to leave that distance, however minimal, between them. It's something that makes him a little frustrated, but he doesn't say anything about it when they pull away. But you can tell by the way he looks at her.

"Naru—"

"Shhh, baby. Hold on just a little longer." she uses her hands to grab his thighs again, sitting on her toes as she watches the boy above her wriggle at the light touch of her fingers on his inner thighs. His warm skin is so comfortable that she could keep touching him like this forever.

But Narukami has such a needy little boy who needs to be pampered underneath her. It's hard to resist.

She observes his messy hair, a little longer than he usually likes it, to the point that it spreads around his head so perfectly, almost like an angel's halo. Green eyes on the verge of tears, burning for her. The red that trails down his cheeks, neck and shoulders, along with the marks her love has left on his skin. He's so beautiful... And hers alone.

It's enough to make her gasp. Her purple eyes softening in such a passionate way as she looks at him.

"You're so beautiful, love..." she hears the moan he lets out at this compliment, smiling at him in the most tender way he's ever seen — which only served to make the feeling in his chest grow and almost explode.

“H-Hey! I’m not—”

"Shhhh." she silences him once more, bringing their hips together. "Come here, will you?"

He swallows dryly, but wraps his arms around her neck, and as if his weight were nothing, he now has one knee on either side of her body, almost sitting on her lap, who tries to adjust their position so that it's comfortable for both of them.

"My pretty boy~" she kisses his neck, moving down to his covered shoulders.

He wants to say something about it, but loses his voice when he feels her fingers entering his underwear. How wet he is embarrasses him, but Arashi hums softly, fingers working on collecting those fluids, moving two of them to his clitoris. The wetness helps with the slow movements that follow. Oh, how she devours those whimpers coming from him, and the way he lays his head on her shoulder moaning so close to her ear.

"That's it, love. Look how easy it goes. You're so wet for me~"

He rubs his face against her clothed shoulder, sobbing with every word, every compliment she utters. His hips move involuntarily on her fingers and she doesn't mind, in fact, it's fucking sexy that he's losing himself so deliberately to pleasure.

"Look at me, Mao." she knows it's not an easy task for him, and when he does it anyway, even reluctantly, gasping at how good it feels to finally be touched, she immediately wants to reward him for being so good to her. "Keep your eyes on me, okay? Look at me then I'll fuck you."

The way he moans softly with that demand, biting his lower lip and nodding would be the end of her. She wastes no time, sliding her fingers through his wet folds and penetrating one of her fingers into the warmth of his interior. It's so tight, even though it's not his first time being touched by her. She moves her finger at an almost torturously slow pace, curving it just enough so that it touches that specific spot that makes his legs go even more wobbly. He gasps, constant gasps escaping his lips while his eyes are locked on hers. Just as she had asked.

As obedient and thirsty to please her as ever, huh?

Mao swallows hard, fighting to keep those tears from falling as her body trembles in Arashi's hands. Her other hand climbs under his white shirt again, lifting it to reveal his torso. She doesn't hide the way her tongue flicks across her lips, a hungry gaze staring at her boyfriend's half-naked body. His tanned skin, how beautiful it shines in the light, how soft it is... The urge to mark him grows stronger the more exposed he gets to her.

She doesn't think there's anyone prettier than him.

His breasts are average. Big enough for his blouse to be lifted above them, exposing his chest. Perfect enough to fit in Arashi's hands. For a long time, they were a major insecurity for Mao, and as much as he wants to have surgery to remove them eventually, looking at himself and letting her touch him doesn't hurt any more. It also doesn't make him as nervous as before if it's his girlfriend who's looking at him and touching him. There's a satisfaction in knowing that she loves him just the way he is, and even with all his imperfections, she still manages to treat him as if he were complete and immaculate.

Isara doesn't really care if it's Narukami touching him and seeing him that way.

She brings her face as close to his skin as possible, nose nuzzling his neck while her free hand explores his torso, fingers sliding down his belly, waist, up his hips, squeezing that soft flesh ever so gently, avoiding going too high for a while. Creating tension and making him want any and all of her touches always works so well. He bites his lower lip, eyebrows furrowed, that expression of anxiety and desire, a few grunts escaping him as his fingers squeeze her shoulders, his chest searching for her fingers as her phantom touches fade as quickly as they appear.

Her hand down there continues to do its job. It's only when a second finger is added and the movements become a little faster and more precise that she finally touches his chest. It's more delicate, though. Her hand closes in, squeezing his flesh gently, stimulating the bloodstream, the palm of her hand lightly rubbing his hard nipple, helping with the moans that follow thanks to how she's started to finger-fuck him too.

He is extremely sensitive in this area, and this fascinates Arashi. She'll miss seeing him whimper just to have his breasts touched tho. She squeezes a little tighter, thumb brushing against his hard nipple, while she leans in close enough to suck the other one, circling the aureole with her tongue before sucking, while rolling it between her index finger and thumb.

She drinks up all the almost uncontrollable moans that come out of his mouth.

Mao isn't particularly loud, though. His moans are always there, but they're adorably controlled, even now. He sounds so melodious moaning, it's like music in Arashi's ears. Always at the perfect pitch that makes her eventually lose her hand touching him, like now; she tried to follow up with delicate caresses, but Arashi just can't control her pulse and the urge to listen to more of his moans as a third finger penetrates him, constantly hitting his G spot. The wet sounds. And the way he throws his head back and unconsciously pushes his chest into her when she pulls away.

He looks more and more like a work of art the more she looks at him.

The sweaty, trembling body in her hands is exactly how she wants him to be.

And it takes almost no time at all before he's begging for her.

"Naru—" he chokes out, a moan breaking his speech in the middle. He squeezes her fingers with force and this captivates the girl, who doesn't stop finger-fucking him — if anything, she gets more excited about moving her wrist to satisfy him. She gets so much pleasure from just looking at him and feeling him so close, that it wouldn't be the first time she would cum just by listening to him. "N-Naru—" he tries again, but the bites she leaves on his chest make him have to close his eyes tightly to stop the tears from flowing.

Oh... He's so close. She feels it. It makes her so hot and reminds her of how needy she also feels having him in her hands. How hard her cock is just by listening to him moan just for her. How much it hurts, but it feels so good to touch him that she doesn't feel like stopping until she's done with him.

"Please, let me— oh, fuck..." he almost can't formulate a word when the way she fucks him now practically melts his neurons. But he manages after swallowing, opening his emerald eyes a few moments later; watery eyes staring deep into her purple eyes as a moan escapes him. "Let me ride you. Please, Naru, I need you so much..."

Oh… Oh.

If she could record this moment with a photo... Maybe... Maybe a video? How could she properly capture the way he begs so beautifully for her? Record it and mark it as the most beautiful thing she's ever seen? Just being in her memory seems so selfish of her. But, hey. She is a bit selfish, especially when it comes to Mao. Maybe, just maybe, she doesn't want anyone else to see him like that.

She definitely wants to be the only one to ruin him in the most tender way possible. Today and always.

"Please don't—" he writhes as she flexes her wrist, her fingers hitting exactly that spot that makes him see stars. His juices wetting her hand and his own thighs from how aroused he feels. Saliva drips from the corner of his mouth as he grips the girl almost as if his life depended on it, slipping his arms around her neck, bringing her so close that she can hear even the most hidden noises coming from his throat as he ravages her skin. "I can't. I can't hold it— so close... so good...~"

"You wanna cum, don't you? Do it, I won't be mad this time~" the encouragement sounds so sweet to Isara's ears that he ponders it for a second. He really wants to come.

But there's something he wants much more than just to come.

"No, no, no..." he whispers, trembling fingers tugging lightly at her hair, hips involuntarily moving in rhythm with her fingers. He looks so good like this. "With you... Please, Arashi. I'm begging you. Please let me touch you. Make you feel so good. I need you... Inside." the repetition of that last sentence is almost enough to make her lose her mind completely.

He's begging to touch her. Is there anything more adorable and sexy than that?

"It's okay, love." the hand on his pussy doesn't stop completely, but the rhythm slows down considerably. The hand that was groping him moves up to his face, touching him gently, their foreheads meeting. "Touch me."

And Mao almost cried with happiness at this permission. He sobs softly, one of his hands coming down desperately, then as he pulls her into a sloppy, needy kiss. She sighs into his mouth as she feels the pressure of his fingers over her silk panties, caressing her length. She keeps moving her fingers, preparing him for her, but not just for that, but also to take him as close to the edge as possible.

They pull away and Isara moans softly. One of his hands gently grasps her wrist, swallowing dryly. It's such a subtle touch that she hardly feels it. But it's there, and she lifts her eyes to pay attention to him.

"Let me suck you... Please..."

She loves it. Oh, she loves how that word slips past his lips so easily and fits him so well. Please, huh? She could listen to him beg forever and never get tired of it. She wants him to be more sly and needy, but it's also so hard to resist how cute he is, trying in every way to please her; little knowing that his mere presence there is enough to fill her chest with the most genuine happiness that she ever felt. That the slightest look or smile from him changes her day completely, let alone this sensual and submissive side of him.

He has so much power over her and she hardly knows it.

"No. Not today, baby." he moans in frustration, lips trembling as he almost immediately tries to persuade her and God. God. How she wanted to throw him on the bed at that very second and fuck him until he was trembling.

"But— Naru..." he throws his head back, squeezing her wrist lightly as she thrusts her fingers inside him again with a certain force that makes him forget whatever was on the tip of his tongue.

"Didn't you want to fuck me? Come on, dear. Use me as your toy~" she kisses his cheek, gentle fingers on his face, trying to calm him down. He's adorably desperate, but she needs him to be less nervous for it to work.

Having placed this responsibility in her hands, Mao feels so lost that he can only grunt softly, his forehead resting on her shoulder as he feels her withdraw her fingers from inside him so suddenly, grunting and trying to chase her touch with her shaking hips. Arashi laughs softly.

"Calm down. I'll help you, love. Don't worry."

She lowers her other hand to the one he has placed on her covered cock, guiding him to finally remove it from its confinement. His little hand wrapping around her length made her sigh softly, still holding his wrist, leading the slow movements that followed. She knew that in that position he could see how hard she was for him. When she gradually lets him take control of the movements, she is enchanted by the way he folds his wrist, moves up to give attention to her red, throbbing, wet head, picking up a rhythm that draws shameless moans from the girl.

"M-My goodness... little Mao's getting impatient again, huh?" he doesn't answer, moaning lowly at the way she whispers in his ear, fingers gripping his waist, now covered by his shirt again. God, he misses her fingers on his skin so much, but he's rewarded with the soft noises that escape from her.

He feels insatiable. He needs her so, so much.

He continues to stimulate her. She leaks for him, so it's not really a problem to slide his hand down her penis - which, by the way, he never ceases to be amazed at how beautiful it is. She's not that big in circumstance, but she makes up for it in width, always giving him the feeling of being filled to the brim so easily. He feels so hot listening to the grunts and how she presses her fingers into his waist, down slightly to his hips, from his hips to his ass, pushing aside the long blouse he's wearing so that her hands touch the flesh of his ass in a generous squeeze, eliciting a low moan from him.

"You're so good to me, my pretty boy~" she says followed by a moan when he decides to be more daring, his free hand grabbing her firmly by the face as a trail of kisses from the meeting of her neck and shoulder begins, moving up towards her ear. He reacts to the subtle stimulation of her fingers playing with him by sliding along his wet edges, moaning into her ear, which seems to make her even weaker. "Baby…"

He doesn't stop. He spreads kisses over her sensitive skin. She's so hot. He tastes her sweat as he drags his tongue down her neck, closing his lips on her skin, little fangs pressing in. But he doesn't really push as hard or suck as he'd like, pulling away with a low, disappointed grunt. Leaving marks in visible places is bad, and he fortunately managed to remember that in time.

"No, no, no," Arashi moans, fingers squeezing his hips tighter, gasping at how intently he slides his hand down her cock, his thumb playing with the glans for a moment, then returning to spread its immunity over the entire length of her phallus. It's so good... He's so good for her. "Come on, baby, mark me. Make me yours~"

She brings one of her hands up to his hair and pushes him lightly against her skin again. Mao doesn't think straight this time. He seems so hypnotized that he just does as she commands, sucking her skin close to her ear, receiving a squeeze on his hair and a sultry moan from her. He moves his lips down a little further to press his fangs into her skin, just enough to feel Arashi press her hips against his hand. The marks are going to be a problem tomorrow, but neither of them seems to care right now.

He pulls his face away from her skin, trying to control his breathing, but God, the flushed face, the half-open mouth and that look begging for her never seems to leave him, even after he makes a mess of her skin. She holds him by the face again, his movements on her cock getting sloppy. He's on the edge. He needs her.

"Naru—" Mao is abruptly interrupted. Arashi knows what he wants; she wants it too, she's tired of waiting. It's good to tease him, and, oh... he deserves a real reward for holding out so well.

"Shhh, baby. I know. I'll give it to you." she kisses his lips lovingly, and then kisses his cheek, her other hand sliding the boxer he's wearing off his hips, watching him desperately slip the garment down his legs, trying to help her and get rid of it as quickly as possible. He grunts softly when his pussy is exposed, feeling suddenly more nervous.

"Good boy." she grabs one of his thighs, guiding him to stand with both legs on either side of her again, arranging the position a little so that he can do what he so desperately wants to do. "My good boy~" she kisses his lips again, this time going deeper and swallowing the little sounds he lets out. Kissing him is always so delicious, he tastes so good.

But she knows what he's looking for more than anything right now, and she doesn't want to keep him waiting any longer.

She puts one of his arms around her shoulder, and he ends up putting the other one around her too, hugging her in such a needy way that it matches his behavior at the moment. He's so desperate, but so patient at the same time, waiting for whatever she was trying to do to him.

Having their faces close like this, looking at each other so intensely never fails to make her excited.

"Here we go."

There's no other warning than that. Mao can just feel the head of her cock lining up with his entrance, before she doesn't even wait and puts her hands on his waist, forcing him down. He feels it, oh, how he feels it. It's such a delicious burning. It's wet, slippery enough to slide in easily, eliciting a moan from both of them.

It's so tight, so warm.

It's so big, feels full.

Isara chokes, barely feeling the tears running down his cheeks, too busy with other sensations flooding his body. God, he feels like he's in the clouds.

It burns a little. Although it's not his first time, and he's been very well prepared before, there's still some burning from the stretching of her cock. But honestly? It's so good, he can't complain. His hips move restlessly. He whimpers and moans low, feeling his clitoris throb, tightening around her.

"Ah~ fuck." her fingers squeezed his clothed waist, resting her chin on his shoulder. She didn't notice his tears yet, a little drunk on the sensation of finally being inside him. "You're always so tight, baby."

It's then when he grunts lowly at the compliment, sniffling, that she realizes his state.

"Mao...? Look at me, darling." she calls out to him, a request with caution and concern escaping her lips. When he turns his face away to look at her, what she sees, apart from those beautiful tears running down, is the red splotch on his face that briefly startled her. "Hey, Mao—"

"Please don't stop. I need this. I feel so good... Please, Arashi—"

Oh. He's crying because he feels good. That makes things much clearer now. Yeah, he's cried before while she fucked him, but it always ends up making her a little worried that she overstepped his bounds or maybe not prepared him properly at first.

Only at the first. Because, oh boy, he does look so cute crying from pleasure. It's truly a pleasure for Arashi to get him to that point.

"It's alright, darling. You can move whenever you want, you know that?"

That's all the permission he needs at the moment. With his knees resting on the bed and her hands helping his movements to be more fluid, not having to put so much force into moving, the glide is as easy as before. It comes and goes like a perfect fit. He sobs softly, his rhythm is slow, almost torturously slow, but she knows he's doing his best. And that's enough for her.

She kisses his neck, bringing one of her hands back up to his face, wiping away the tears running down his cheek with her thumb on one side, leaning in a little to lick and savor the slightly salty taste on his other cheek, her other hand going down to his ass, giving it a strong squeeze while helping with the movements, feeling his pussy take her cock so well, as if it were made for her. The thought sends her into ecstasy.

"You're doing so well, Mao. Just like that, mhm...~"

Of course, she's the one who does most of the talking during sex, otherwise she wouldn't be Narukami Arashi. Always praising him, telling him what to do, how to do it, giving him the instructions he so desperately needs. Mao is almost like a little doll in her hands and that fascinates her.

The idea that he could be in someone else's hands irritates her deeply.

But that will never happen, not while she is alive, touching him, feeling him, pouring all her love, metaphorically and physically, into him. Oh, she'll make a point of being the only one to see him so fragile like that. Forever.

He clings to her like his life is at stake as he slides down and up on her cock. Their breaths mingle and every sound that comes out of her mouth excites him more. He leans towards her, who accepts his sloppy kiss with all the love in the world.

She wants to kiss him forever. To hold him in her arms forever, if possible. Until the last day of her existence.

"N-Naru..." he wouldn't last that long after all the teasing that had gone on up to that point. She'd been teasing him all day, and he'd put up with it so well that it was impossible to refuse when he asked to ride her. But there were no complaints in the adorable way he took her cock and moaned into her mouth.

It's alright. Her free hand comes down too and now both her hands are squeezing his ass hard, increasing the speed with which the movements follow. She fucks him well, but he does his job by moving his hips and squeezing her so well too. Their foreheads meet and Isara can hardly keep his eyes open, arms tightening around her neck, wanting to be as close as he can to feeling the warmth of her skin. More, always more of her.

He chokes when he feels her lips on his neck and turns his face when he feels her fangs brushing against his skin. They're smaller and less sharp than his own, but a good bite from her works wonders on the boy's already fucked-up brain.

Isara shudders and whimpers louder and louder, his fingers desperately clutching at her short hair as he feels hers wrapping around his waist, under his shirt again. The warm touch is so comfortable, so firm, he feels like he could fall apart with how tender it is the way she holds him and kisses his skin, licks his sweat that looks so sweet on her tongue and whispers how good he feels. All this while the redhead can barely keep his eyes open, too focused on fucking himself in her lap, chasing that familiar sensation growing in his womb.

He's hungry. Almost relentless. Yet he seems so stupidly fragile when the hand on his waist goes down to his clitoris and he chokes, almost immediately burying his face in her neck, his hips almost missing a beat because his brain is so confused by being bombarded with so much pleasure at once. She squeezes the fingers of her other hand hard against the flesh of his ass as the way he starts to sit becomes sloppy and even more desperate.

"So close...~" Arashi can't contain the moan that escapes her lips as he gets tighter around her, moaning right in her ear. It's so hot. It's so hot now. That sensation is growing so fast, building so desperately inside them. She feels it too. She wants it too. "More, more, more. Please, Naru—"

"I'm sorry, baby." She kisses his head as a sincere apology and Mao doesn't even process the apology or the reason for it, too lost on how painfully close he is.

He only feels Narukami's hands grabbing him by his thighs and throwing him onto the bed like she did earlier. He barely misses her cock inside him, as she thrusts so quickly inside him again that, in that new position, she touches so many good spots inside him that it's impossible to hold back that gasp and the tears welling up in his eyes again.

Arashi fucks him so well now. Each leg on each side of her hips, while her hands close around his perfect waist, and the sound of skin on skin is stupidly evident now. She slams into him eagerly, she thrusts in pursuit of her climax while her purple irises don't miss the way Mao writhes, grabs the sheets and arches his back when he finally comes. Clenching around her, squirting on her cock, too stupid to say anything. Just indecent and absolutely beautiful moans coming from those lips and the sexiest expression she's ever seen him make.

It's an instinct that he tightens his legs around her as he comes, more tears escaping as she continues to fuck him through his orgasm. "Mao... Mao, darling, please. Hold on a little longer, okay?" he moans as he hears those sweet words, one hand still gripping the bed sheet while the other seeks out any touch he might have of her, grabbing her by the shoulder as she leans over him, thrusting into him mercilessly.

"Fuck— Naru. I can't do it again—" he can't finish his sentence when she catches his lips in a hurry. His legs are wobbly after cumming, so it's easy for her to grab them and pull them apart, keeping him wide open while she fucks him.

The kiss doesn't last long because of how breathless they both are, but the blonde still pursues a few more kisses on the boy; kissing his lips, his face, while her nails press into the flesh of his milky thighs and her hips meet his without pause. She holds him in her grip, against the bed and keeps moving in and out of him. "Please, please, baby... So close..."

He can't do or say anything as he barely comes out of an orgasm and that almost unbearable sensation of hyperstimulation hits, but gives space to desperation and an even greater desire to come again. He covers his mouth with one hand, his head falling back as he feels himself getting close again and so fast it's almost pathetic. He clings to her as if she were his only salvation as the sensation grows more and more absurdly fast.

Arashi's vision of him drives her crazy. He's all open and loose for her, bent over and completely tamed beneath her. She can even see his bulging belly, the tip of her cock hitting the best places to bring him to the edge again. Those beautiful tears flowing as he tightens deliciously around her once more.

"Mao..." she can't help it. Her heart beats fast for him and it doesn't take many more thrusts before finally, finally her release happens and her seed spills inside him with a particularly deep and raw thrust, to make sure he takes it all. Squeezing and leaving marks on his skin, while that high persisted for a few more moments, clouding her mind.

Isara isn't much better. Her pressure and brutality were delicious, but that alone didn't make him come for a second time. He's so close, so close, he can't help moaning pathetically when her movements become slow and don't give him what he so desperately needs to come. "Naru... Naru—" he chokes out, both hands gripping her, trembling, absolutely destroyed, just wanting more. More of her. Just a little bit more. "Please. Please, I need you—"

She doesn't answer him immediately, but her hand goes down to his swollen clitoris, and without pulling out yet, she feels the boy clench desperately around her as she helps him out once more. "Sorry again, puppy. I've been selfish keeping you waiting, haven't I?" she is so affectionate, kissing his cheek and letting him wrap his arms around her neck again while she keeps moving his clitoris, even when her wrist starts to ache a little from the effort she's made so far.

Anything and everything for him.

And he rewards her by moaning so beautifully in her ear, cumming on her cock again and this time while being touched and induced by her. Narukami couldn't have been happier.

She stays there for a few more moments, touching him, but the rhythm slows down and she can finally see the final mess when Mao has almost no strength left to even hold her like he was doing.

He looks absolutely beautiful destroyed like this. His body covered in sweat and fluids, his face is still red, lots and lots of marks that Arashi left on his body, the swollen belly of her love, so exhausted that his eyes can't even stay open, even as he struggles to look back at her and pursue her touch again. Ah... she wishes she could hold him and keep him like this forever. But unfortunately she still needs to get out of him and clean up this mess before she can think of anything else. But maybe she could pamper him a little before that, hm?

He moans uncomfortably when she slides out of him, both because he's very sensitive and because it feels so bad to be empty. But it's okay. She wraps her arms around him and kisses his face, filling him with affection and this makes the empty feeling disappear quickly. While they're both in this position, Arashi strokes Mao's hair. "You've been so good to me, darling. Like always."

And every sweet word and compliment from her never fails to leave the red-haired man completely surrendered. He grunts softly, leaning closer to her as he kisses her. He kisses her lips as if he misses her, and maybe that's a little true. He can't go on for long without her warmth. "Naru... Thank you..." she smiles, bringing their foreheads together for a long moment. When she realizes that he's almost asleep, that's when she decides that they need some care before they can really rest.

"No, no. Don't go to sleep yet, darling!" she lightly bites his cheek and that gets his attention.

"So tired..." he says and immediately yawns.

"I know, love. I know." She kisses his forehead again and gets up, stretching as she watches him take a little longer to react, still lying down. "We need to clean you up, clean the bed and take care of these wounds first, okay?"

He grumbles, but offers no more resistance than that, getting up a little dizzy as he puts his hand to his neck, grimacing. "Yeah... You kinda left some bruises around here."

"Sorry, baby." She ruffles his hair as she smiles. He smiles back, sleepily.

"Don't apologize. I liked it."

She laughs and gets up, while Mao still seems on cloud nine, sitting on the bed watching the nothingness for a long moment until he sees Arashi crouching in front of him.

"Can you walk?"

He nods positively, but when he tries to get up, he feels pain in his hip, it's not unbearable, but it's there and he wobbles, but Narukami is quick to catch him before he falls, slipping one of her arms around his waist.

"I'm sorry..." he whispers and Arashi almost can't believe that he apologized for her mistake.

But this is Mao. Her Mao. She knows him well enough, but it never ceases to amaze her how adorable he is.

"Come on. Less apology and more action."

The trip to the bathroom goes quickly. Mao manages to walk, despite Arashi insisting in him lean on her on the way. Always very careful, she leaves him sitting by the bathtub while she rummages through some drawers in the sink.

Isara feels drowsy as he watches the girl leave for a few moments, almost dozing off as he listens to her hurried feet returning, approaching, crouching once again in front of him. It's only there that he opens his eyes to look at her once more. She holds out a bottle of one and medicine - pain medicine. He'll need it. He smiles.

"Thank you..." he whispers almost humorlessly, clearly too tired to have any other reaction.

She smiles back, satisfied, murmuring a "You're welcome, darling." ruffling his hair again, in a simple act of love that never fails to make Isara happy, as she begins to prepare things for a long bath that will follow later.

The silence that follows is comfortable. Narukami knows he's exhausted and won't be talking as much as he usually does, so she accepts this quiet moment where they both stay still for a change. There's only the sound of water and occasionally other things, such as product lids, the sound of flushing toilets, the opening and closing of drawers and so on. The echo of the room doesn't bother either, if anything, it keeps Mao awake to hear his girlfriend's words.

It sounds very quiet, but he hears it. "It's ready~"

He sighs deeply as he begins to remove his shirt. He notices now: it's drenched in sweat and body fluids. It makes him wrinkle his nose, but it's to be expected after such an intense session. He gets up without too much trouble, stretching his spine as he hears his bones crackle. He doesn't have much time to think when he feels arms around his waist, a chin resting on his shoulder, a familiar warmth that soothes him. A low sound very similar to a purr coming from her.

"Gotcha~" she smiles, rubbing her nose against his skin, who reciprocates by stroking her hair, drawing a sigh and more low sounds from her.

She seemed like a kitten sometimes. It fascinated him.

"Cute." he whispers, turning to kiss her cheek. Arashi accepts, allowing him to turn his whole body and hug her from the front, filling her face with kisses, while she wraps her arms around his waist again and accepts all his affection.

"No, no. You're the cute one~" she leans in, returning a kiss to his lips, smiling as she pulls away a little, just to take his hand. The difference between their hands isn't huge, but hers still bigger than his. And that would have been a source of frustration years ago, but now? She likes being bigger than him, if it means their fit is as perfect as it already is.

She kisses his hand, and he kisses hers back. There are no more words as she guides him to the bathtub not far from them. It only takes a few steps to get there.

She climbs in first and signals for him to follow, and so, after a few adjustments, the two of them are finally in that cramped but comfortable space. Mao stands between Arashi's legs. Resting her chin on his head, she feels his muscles relax in the warm water.

The low sound of water being beaten catches her attention, and soon Isara is raising his head to look at her. They both smile at each other.

"I love you, Arashi." slips from his lips so sweetly that the girl can't contain the surprised expression that hits her for a moment when she hears those words. The red-haired boy doesn't constantly show his love in words, so whenever he does, it makes her heart warm.

He's extremely affectionate, of course, but hearing it from him always has an almost dizzying effect. It's good, great, that he doesn't say he loves her all the time, otherwise she might explode from how overwhelmed she is by those three magic words.

She kisses his nose, then fills his face with kisses again, tightening her arms around him, while he laughs softly and lets her shower him with affection, doing his best to reciprocate, his fingers on her neck caressing her soft, warm skin, and also encouraging her to continue.

"I love you too, Mao." my Mao, she thinks.

Arashi hopes to be able to live many more days like this alongside her passion.