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The two were spending a quiet afternoon off sprawled across Renya’s bed in his room in the facility, a rare but welcome respite from their usual work-filled days. Sunlight filtered through the curtained windows, while the couple talked about everything and nothing in the comfort of each others’ arms. Neither of them expected their innocent touches and barely-there kisses to turn so lustful, but. Well, it did anyway.
"Ryoko," Renya gasped more so than said. He kneeled on the bed, her legs wrapped tight around his waist.
"Mm?"
Renya let go of her hands he had previously pinned down to the mattress, and instead sat down on the bed next to where Ryoko laid.
“Where. Uh, I mean. Did you want this to go somewhere… further?” he stammered, more like an awkward schoolboy than the leader he posited himself as.
Ryoko fought the urge to laugh, knowing he was genuinely trying to express his own desires. Despite his unexpected nervousness, it made her feel good knowing he actually wanted her.
She sat up, holding his hand in her own. “Okay, yeah,” she replied. “I think I would like that, actually.”
“Can I ask one more favor of you?” Renya asked.
Ryoko rubbed her thumb along his knuckles, noticing how clammy his palms had become.
“What is it?” she asked.
Renya glanced across the room, at the floor-length mirror that adorned his closet door directly across from his bed. The very rare occasion Ryoko found herself in his room, she never paid it any mind. Her own room had a similar mirror. Now, it appeared distinctly out of place somehow.
“Would you be comfortable if we watched ourselves from the mirror?”
“That’s a bit of a strange request,” she admitted. It did intrigue her somewhat, though. Just being wanted intrigued her, if she were to be honest.
“I have reason to believe it might be beneficial for you,” Renya responded. “I’m not attempting to force some… strange fetish on you. If you don’t want to, I certainly understand.”
Ryoko scoffed. “Renya. You don’t need to explain. I want to try. Just get on with it already.”
That was all he needed to pull her into his lap, both of them now facing the mirror. His hands settled on her thighs to hold her steady. The idea of being able to see herself during such a vulnerable moment made her feel a mix of emotions that she couldn’t quite pinpoint.
She looked at their reflection. It felt odd, knowing the reflection was real, a perfect facsimile of her. Even after waking up in the facility, long after her nanomachines were separated, there were some times where that fog still remained. In the midst of all the confusion that had previously plagued her, seeing herself in Renya’s arms while he looked at her like she was his everything just felt right.
Right here, right now, her mind never felt clearer.
She watched from the mirror as his hands grazed up her thighs, underneath the hem of her loose flowing skirt. His long, delicate fingers played and teased with the waistband, occasionally making their way up to Ryoko’s soft stomach underneath her matching cropped sweater.
“What if I told you to... to touch yourself in front of the mirror?” Renya asked, his gaze firmly set on his reflection. Although his expression was neutral, his face flushed red while his hands stilled at her waist.
Ryoko froze. It was one thing to let him take the lead, but to put herself on display was something else entirely. Honestly, a part of her knew she would likely do far more for her partner’s affection if he asked, though.
Renya must have sensed her tension, because he then kissed the side of her head, holding her just a bit tighter.
“Will you trust me?“
“Yes, of course,” she responded. “Could you just— I mean, if I’m taking clothes off, it would only be fair if you did too,” she continued, turning around to face him.
Renya reached a hand to her chin, holding her still so he could kiss her for reassurance. “Of course, if it puts you at ease, then yes,” he responded.
Ryoko reached for the hem of her sweater and slowly peeled it off of her, revealing a plain gray bra underneath. Tossing the garment to the ground next to them, she ruffled her inky waves of hair back into place. Renya eased off his collared jacket before swiftly pulling the polo shirt underneath over his head.
The two went back-and-forth undressing themselves, occasionally stealing glances at each other until they were both left in their underwear with clothes scattered around them on the floor. They looked in each other’s eyes, blown wide with lust, chests heaving.
“Turn around,” Renya ordered, his voice low, tone clipped.
Without even thinking, Ryoko followed his request, immediately able to see both of them in the mirror once more, now devoid of nearly all of their clothing. She could only look for a second before becoming overwhelmed, hiding in the crook of Renya’s neck.
“It's all right,” he began. “I only wish you could see what I see. How beautiful you are. You captivate me in ways I cannot even begin to explain,” he murmured into her ear, low enough only they could hear.
He reached the elastic band of her undergarments, slipping his hands underneath. He slid the fabric down her legs as far as he could reach in their position.
Ryoko was wet already. A string of her slick connected to the damp fabric as they were pulled off. She kicked them off, adding to the pile of clothes. She turned around and tried to peek at herself in the mirror again, hesitant to see herself in this way.
The woman in the mirror still looked unfamiliar, now fully grown and more mature compared to her younger self. Had it really been that long since she truly looked at herself? Yet, the fact that Renya held onto her, his own larger frame engulfing hers, it soothed her unease. It felt good. She felt like a woman and not a confused, fearful little girl.
Somewhere deep down, Ryoko questioned if she actually needed a man’s validation to feel good about herself, but she made every effort to shove that thought back. She wasn’t doing this to appease Renya. She was doing this because she wanted to, even if she was terrified. Without even thinking, Ryoko let her hands roam across her body, focused solely on the reflection in front of her. She was real, this was real. Wherever she saw the reflection touch, she felt the heat tenfold.
When she begun to reach her hands lower, closer to where her thighs met, Renya placed his hands on her knees, easing her legs apart further.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked, tone husky.
Ryoko looked at his reflection. His eyes were half-lidded, dead set on her own reflection. She finally dared to swipe two fingers across her slit, shining with wetness.
Goosebumps chased up her body. “Yes,” she responded. She cautiously explored her center with her fingers, dipping in and out of her entrance, spreading herself open, running them back up to the little button at her apex.
Ryoko paused. Was this really her, or was it another trick? Certainly, she couldn’t look as beautiful as the reflection before her. She wasn’t used to this.
The embers she felt before started to fade. It became almost clinical, how she spread herself open, how she used her fingers to probe and explore.
She didn’t know how to be sexual. Should she be putting on a show for Renya? He said it was for her benefit, not for his own perversion, but she had been lied to before. Certainly, he couldn’t be the same. She wanted this, too. She wanted it so bad, but the anxiety still lingered.
“Are you all right?” Ryoko could hear him ask behind her, taking her from her thoughts.
She could suddenly feel the sturdy warmth of his bare chest against her back, the weight both comforting, yet suffocating. It felt good to be wanted. It was familiar, was all she desired back in the sim, back when her only tether to the world around her was that same need. Being wanted and loved was what motivated her, what had kept her lucid outside of those damned pills, and yet.
Yet, it was different this time. Yes, Renya wanted her, wanted to watch her with rapt desire, but she wanted herself, too. She wanted to make herself feel good, to be able to love herself in this way.
Ryoko took a deep breath.
Her gaze stayed firmly on her reflection as she started moving those fingers at her clit, experimenting with pressure and rhythm. Her hips moved of their own accord, grinding upward while she leaned her head back against Renya’s shoulder. Her free hand slipped under her bra, squeezing the soft flesh underneath, and she whimpered into the crook of Renya’s neck. She could faintly smell the scent of leather and sharp spice from his aftershave, a familiar scent that immediately grounded her while making her want more.
“You’re doing so well,” he praised. His hands stayed firmly on her thighs, only to keep her steady. She looked at those hands in the mirror, those unbelievably delicate, sophisticated hands with long fingers, maybe long enough to reach inside—
She whimpered at the idea, a high pitched, needy moan she didn’t even realize she was capable of making. Her fingers pressed at her clit harder, and she raptly watched as her other hand plunged two fingers inside herself with zero resistance.
Everything was just so much at once for Ryoko. She spread her fingers out, watching the way her entrance opened with curiosity. From this angle, she couldn’t see both her hands, but the way her fingers pumped in and out of her fascinated her in ways she couldn’t describe.
Despite the way her touch sent shivers through her body, there was something that just didn’t feel quite right.
A part of her wished it were Renya’s fingers instead, or even better, his cock stretching her out. She wanted more, needed more, felt as though she needed a man’s touch (her man’s touch) to be truly satisfied. If Renya loved her, why couldn’t he just fuck her already—
“Ryoko,” the man’s voice interrupted, calm yet edged with a hint of concern. “Tell me what you’re feeling?” he suggested.
She pulled her fingers out of herself, having realized they had stilled inside her for some time now. She hastily wiped the slick onto her thigh, feeling sparks fly when she accidentally bumped into Renya’s hand. All she wanted was to grab that hand, make him touch her instead —
“It isn’t enough,” Ryoko said. Her fingernails dug into her skin, unsure of what to do next.
Renya paused in contemplation. “What isn’t enough? If you can’t reach climax, that’s okay,” he said.
His voice was so calming and he was being so kind, so why did it annoy Ryoko so much? Any other partner would have left or had their way with her by now.
“But I want to. I just want you to do it. Why are you toying with me like this?” she asked.
Renya cupped her jaw in his hand, turning so they were facing each other. He could not look her in the eye. Instead, he gently kissed her forehead.
“I apologize. I don’t want to toy with your emotions. You don’t deserve that,” he said. He then reached out to grasp one of her hands in his own.
“Why don’t you show me what you would like me to do?” he suggested.
Ryoko looked down at their hands clasped together, then back up at Renya’s face. She twined her fingers with his own and kissed him, desperate and longing. When they separated, she leaned back against his body, securely in his arms once more.
“You… your hands. Just touch me already.”
Renya immediately acquiesced to her demand, his fingertips immediately touching her core. The rough, calloused pads of his fingers pressed insistently at her clit, pulling the hood up to expose the swollen nub.
“Here?” he asked.
Ryoko blinked back tears, opening her eyes to look at the mirror once more as she nodded. Both of them watched with rapt attention as Renya stroked her clit in between his index and middle fingers. It was perfect. He was made for her, she fit perfectly around him, his embrace, his touch, everything. His touch was like lightning coursing through her, leaving her very being engulfed in warmth.
“Yes, yes you’re perfect, I love you, more, please I want more,” Ryoko babbled mindlessly.
She watched mesmerized when Renya slid his free arm underneath her leg, hoisting it up against the crook of his elbow for better access. She loved it, she was obsessed with how he handled her. His previously occupied hand slid lower, prodding at her entrance until he slipped his middle finger in, up to the knuckle.
Oh. It was an entirely different feeling from doing this herself. He pressed against her walls, reaching places she could only dream of. It wasn’t long until he added another finger.
And when she looked at the mirror, well.
There she was, completely disheveled, bitten lips, skin reddened down to her heaving chest, his fingers steadily working her open—
And there he was. Attention completely on her, lips parted just slightly, watching rapturously in awe of her every movement. There was no faking that affection, of that Ryoko was positive. Even though her past memories were almost nonexistent, she would’ve certainly remembered if someone had been as loving as Renya Gouto was to her right then.
Her breath hitched when he shifted his angle just slightly, hitting a particularly sensitive spot inside her over and over.
“Right there?” he asked, not with his normally taciturn tone, but with his voice slightly raspy, with a need to watch her ascend into oblivion.
Ryoko thought she was going to giggle at his affection, but instead a high keen left her throat.
She watched as Renya’s eyes widened in surprise. That in itself sent another shiver through her. Yet, she wasn’t embarrassed anymore. She would be the only one on this goddamned planet that got to see their stoic, aloof leader like this, and she would take pride in that.
He was hers now. Hers to keep, hers to see his overt affection, the only one who could do this to him.
The coil within her, spinning out of control, threatened to snap entirely the more he pressed into her, pinpointing his focus on the same spot that made her sing.
Renya was intensely focused on the task at hand, much like he would be while working. His eyebrows furrowed, his breathing noticeably heavier now. Ryoko watched, through the mirror, his index finger straighten out. On his next thrust, it slipped in easily alongside the other two already inside her. His hand moved faster, the obscene sound of skin against skin filling the room.
She felt like a mess in the best possible way. Her legs splayed open, being stretched out by the same fingers she spent sleepless nights fantasizing about. It was better than her dreams. She held onto his arm like a lifeline, her body writhing under his hold. Only a little more would push her over that ledge.
“Ren…ya,” she groaned, and oh that clearly did something to him.
He inhaled sharply, attempting to keep his focus steady. “I’m right here.”
Her hips rolled up, desperate for just that little bit more.
“Please, mmnh, I love you-- oh!”
As soon as Renya’s thumb pressed firm against that little bundle of nerves, now hitting all her most sensitive spots, Ryoko tumbled over the cliff to her peak. Amidst cries of his name and seemingly endless ‘I love you’s, she squeezed her legs tight against his hand, never wanting him to let go. He trailed kisses across her neck and shoulder, anywhere he could reach as she curled up tight, trying to hold onto the feeling for as long as she could. It was bliss, pure bliss that she couldn’t compare anything else to. No one else could make her feel like this, she wouldn't let anyone else make her feel like this.
Moments later, coming down, Ryoko could feel the distinct sensation of emptiness as Renya eased his fingers out, cupping her mound with his hand to ease the aftershocks. He held onto her for a moment, until her breathing settled. Blinking slowly, she came back to her senses, looking back up at him.
“I’ll be back in a moment. I won't be long,” he said as he disentangled from her, standing up to make his way to his bedroom’s attached bath.
Ryoko laid on the bed, curling into herself, watching him turn on the sink and reach for a washcloth from the cabinet. Despite feeling somewhat satiated, she also felt profoundly hollow. She wanted that feeling back, the fullness, of being consumed by her partner both inside and out. She craved it.
How selfish of her to take, and take, and take like that. Now Renya could see her for what she was, and he would certainly up and leave her by herself now.
Except he didn’t.
“Ryoko, why are you crying?” he asked when he returned to her side, sitting down next to her on the bed.
Oh. She didn’t even realize tears were streaming down her face. The warmth of Renya pressing the damp washcloth across her cheeks was a bit soothing, though. He wasn’t leaving her to fend for herself, he at least cared enough to do that one act of kindness.
“I— it’s stupid, don’t worry about it,” Ryoko responded. She stared at the ceiling while he continued to clean the sweat and fluid from the rest of her body. Her tears had since stopped.
“I don’t think that is the case. You can be honest with me. Something is clearly on your mind,” Renya said, steady and calm. He tossed the washcloth on his pile of clothes.
She pulled herself up to sit behind him, pressing against his side. Her hand splayed across his abdomen, fingertips playing with the elastic on his boxer briefs.
“I feel selfish,” she murmured into his arm. “You have to want something out of this. Don’t you want me to reciprocate now? I’ll touch you, give myself to you, I don’t-“
“Ryoko,” Renya interrupted. He pulled up the blanket they previously discarded and wrapped it around her shoulders. “I don’t want you to do anything solely because you feel obligated to. I’m content right now.”
She curled the blanket around herself, looking up at him. His facial expression seemed softer. His brow furrowed with worry, yet he looked at her with such earnestness that it almost hurt.
“Oh. Then... okay then,” Ryoko then said, genuinely perplexed at his response.
Renya held onto her tighter, rubbing soothing circles into her back. “I’m not angry. I’m glad that you felt comfortable enough to share that, um... intimacy with me in the first place.”
“Me too. I love you, you know,” she said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Renya smiled, a barely-there quirk of his lips. “And I you.”
Ryoko wriggled out of his grasp to reach down and grab a shirt from the floor to put on. Once she sat back up, she leaned forward, head in her hands, elbows propped on her knees as she looked over at her partner.
“Hold me again?” she quietly asked.
“Of course.”