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FIRST TIME
It’s hard to define the first time you have sex, because ‘having sex’ went beyond the ‘insert tab A into slot B’. That was overly simplistic and Toki had always been of the opinion that virginity was a social construct anyway. Having sex could mean having penetrative intercourse, or making each other feel good while naked, or attaining orgasm with a partner even if no one took off all their clothes. It was such a broad term.
Still. Depending on what metric you used… Toki and Keigo kind of had sex on the night of their first kiss.
There was a joke here about moving too fast. They would think about it later, when they would manage to get their brainpower out of the gutter.
At some point.
Probably.
They hadn’t planned on it. They were just kissing, over and over. They were still on the roof of the building, bathed by starlight. The night was filled with the sounds of nature: waves on the beach, trees gently swaying with the breeze, crickets singing, owls hooting. It felt like they were the only people in the world. It felt like there was just them under the moonlight, like nothing mattered but each other.
They kept on kissing, slow and reverent, with all the wonder and the relief of having waited years for it. Toki’s hands tangled in golden hair as they breathed in each other’s mouth, and when they parted for air and that their gaze meet each other, they always grinned with the same bewildered happiness. Keigo had climbed half on her lap, great red wings spread wide like a canopy, feathers trembling with emotion as they touched one another with hungry reverence.
Toki still half couldn’t believe it, even as she pressed her lips to his, even as she felt his heart beat against her chest. Their noses bumped and Keigo let out a surprised laugh, and the sound made something in Toki’s chest bubble like champagne, something incredulous and joyful and grateful all at once. She had him, in her arms, warm and strong and smiling: gods, she had never allowed herself to imagine it, and yet here she was.
And she wanted it. She wanted him, every pant and every breath. She wanted it so bad that it burned in her guts and ached in her bones. She wanted to be weak with Keigo, and strong for him. She wanted to unravel, to scatted the fragment of herself all over the sky; she wanted Keigo to gather the shards of her in both arms and tell her it was enough. That she was enough. That they could carry each other, cover each other, patch up the jagged gaps and kiss the crumbling seams.
It was frightening. It was exhilarating. So wonderful and cathartic and frightening that Toki’s eyes burned with tears, and yet she was so happy. There was so much joy in her chest that it burned bright and crackled like a merry bonfire, and she was almost surprised to not glow like a miniature sun with how warm and giddy she felt.
Keigo nipped at Toki’s ear. He was starting to feel comfortable, Toki realized. Playful. The first time they’d kissed, their combined nervous desperate energy had made them fumble: Toki’s heart felt like it was going to explode. Now, her pulse was still pounding, but it was a different sort of nervosity.
She felt breathless and reckless as they kept on kissing, again and again and again, breathing each other’s sighs, licking into each other’s mouths, hands roaming reverently on each other’s bodies. Kissing Keigo felt like tasting a favorite sweet from childhood, something half-forgotten that pulled an immediate emotional reaction before adult rationality caught up, hungry reverence and delighted adoration exploding in her chest: it made Toki’s breath stutter in her lungs.
A fond little desire flickered in her head, and she indulged it immediately. She tilted her head slightly and sucked on Keigo’s bottom lip. Keigo made a faint sound from deep in his chest, part groan and part growl, that sparked lightning in Toki’s brainstem and rammed it straight down her spinal cord.
It made her gut clench, her core throb, a hot wave of lust washing over her all at once. She was suddenly very aware that Keigo had literally climbed over her, that they were pressed so close she could feal the heat of him radiating against her skin, and that they both only wore loose shorts and faded t-shirts as pajamas. There were only two layers of fabric between their bare skin: maybe two millimeters of cotton fibers, and if they removed that obstacle they would be skin against skin—
Keigo’s bare chest against her, his hand roaming along her back, her palms sliding along the curve of his spine and gripping the base of his wings—
His legs, firm and warm and muscled, intertwined with hers; a strong thigh shoved between hers, and maybe she could—
“You’re thinking again,” Keigo groaned.
Toki sputtered, bright red, on the verge of protesting: but he kissed her suddenly, strong and hungry, and in the end she forgot what she wanted to say. It didn’t matter. How could anything matter more that the heat of him, the shiver of pleasure when they kissed, the press of their bodies swaying together?
It wasn’t clumsy anymore. It was heated, now: hungry and reverent and hot, so hot. It felt as though their kiss lasted for ages. Toki was left panting when they parted. Keigo was breathing hard too, eyes wide and dark and shiny, his cheek flushed, biting his lips worriedly as he looked at her.
“I’m sorry, was it too much?”
“Don’t apologize,” Toki ordered, chasing after his lips, seizing them into hers once more. Her hands clung around the other’s neck, her fingers sinking into golden, fluffy locks.
Keigo’s hair wasn’t silky like feathers. It was fluffy, but not soft. His hair was too thick for that. Almost coarse. As a child, when they slept in the same bed, Toki had enjoyed petting his hair curiously, thinking about high-altitude winds and textile resistance and how someone who flew at all speed would of course have a type of hair more solid that kitten fur. The way she treaded her fingers in Keigo’s hair had been purely platonic, then.
It certainly wasn’t platonic now.
Toki’s legs were around Keigo’s hips, and Keigo’s hand sliding along the curve of her spine, and Toki was clinging to Keigo, both arms wound close against the other’s neck while she kissed him, licking the heat of the other’s mouth against his tongue again. Toki squeezed her eyes shut, tried to take in everything: how hot Keigo’s body was and how strong, how soft his lips were, how his feathers trembled around them as his wings shielded them from the world, how eagerly their skin met. She tried to soak it all up, so she would never lose the memory of this instant…
Gods, Toki loved him. She wanted him and she needed him and she loved him. She loved him to the bottom of the ocean and the edge of the sky and the ends of the Earth. To her last breath. Past it, maybe. She would have fun being a ghost.
They kissed and kissed, tangling together until Toki was almost fully laying back against the ground, Keigo pressed close against her, pressing together like they couldn’t bear the thought of separating. The tiles were digging in her back. A roof was no place to make out and grope each other like this; but she wouldn’t have given a flying fuck about it, if she still had the attention required to still think about where they were.
Their hips pressed together, Keigo gasped in her mouth, and Toki feel elated nervousness bubble in her stomach. She had a hand in his hair, and she carded the other through the fluffy feathers at the base of his wing. He shivered, surging forward to kiss her with renewed vigor; Toki laughed, feeling almost drunk with happy, breathless disbelief.
“Too much?” she asked against his lips, parroting his earlier question.
Keigo laughed too. He had both hands under her shirt now, running along the planes of her back, brushing against her ribs, grasping at her hips. The sensation of his nails against her bare skin was electrifying.
“I was going to say not enough,” he breathed. His voice was laugh and rough, rougher than usual, and it made Toki feel a dark thrill of possessiveness to know she had been the one to make him sound like that.
Keigo grinned at her, and rolled them. Toki let out a squeal of protest, because what the hell, they were on a slopped roof, if he rolled them even the slightest bit out of alignment with the slop they would roll down to the edge like it one a toboggan…!
But it barely lasted half a second and then she was on top, straddling him, while he was leaning back on his elbows. Of course he wouldn’t let them fall. Bright red wings rose on either side of them, enclosing them without quite touching them; Toki let out a shaky breath, and she saw the feathers tremble in response. She almost reached out to touch, her perpetual curiosity mingling with a ret-hot molten hunger. The feathers were so sensitive: if breathing on them made them twitch like this, would caressing them make Keigo moan? Would he groan and writhe under her?
“Keigo,” she breathed.
He looked at up at her. Honey-colored eyes, bright and gold and full of warmth, pupils wide, happiness and adoration on every line of his face. Toki felt like her heart was going to explode.
“Toki,” he murmured. “Toki, I love you.”
She made a noise like a wounded animal in her throat; they she grabbed the collar of his shirt and smashed their lips together again. They kissed, all-consuming at first and then slower, panting between kisses.
Their hips were rolling together. She could feel he was hard against her thigh, and it was a dizzying thought. She felt feverish, her body shaking as Keigo’s hands explored her slender frame under her shirt. He caressed her hips, then moved up to her back, up almost to her shoulder blades and then to the sides, thumbs brushing against the side of her breasts. Toki let out a small, breathless sound. Her heart was thundering in her chest.
Her fingers tightened on his hair, reflexively. Keigo didn’t resist: he just groaned, head tipping back and baring his neck. Toki kissed down his jaw and breathed him in, basking in the naturally delicate scent of Keigo’s skin; he always smelt good. Something masculine and yet all warm milk and honey, whipped cream, something sweet and fresh at the same time.
Her hands clenched in his shirt. She was so hot, arousal and excitement making her shaky. She knew she was wet: not enough to get her shorts damp and not enough for Keigo to feel it where she was straddling him, but enough for her to throb and want more. The thought was both exhilarating and terrifying.
Toki never had sex with anyone: her experience was limited to one kiss with Sachiko, watching some porn, reading adult-rated fanfictions online, and reading articles about proper intercourse etiquette for… research. Scientific research.
Point was: she had never slept with anyone, had never undressed with anyone in an intimate setting. Sex was a scary prospect. She had never thought of it seriously, anyway. But right now… she craved it. She wanted Keigo closer, she wanted to hear him groan, she wanted to see him fall apart under her touch. She wanted to claim him in every possible way, she wanted him to take her in every way.
It was stupid. They couldn’t: not here, not like this. They needed… a bed, condoms, maybe lube for extra comfort. Privacy, oh yeah, privacy would be great. This roof felt awfully exposed, even with the protective cocoon of Keigo’s wings around her. This wasn’t the right place, the right moment… But gods, Toki wanted.
She wanted him. She didn’t quite know what they could do, how far they could go. The idea of taking any article of clothing off made her arousal tingle with a nervousness so intense it was nearly fear, self-consciousness swirling cold and heavy in her guts; but they couldn’t stop kissing, they couldn’t stop touching. She didn’t know where they were headed, right now: but for once, she didn’t care.
She broke the kiss, gulping, and tugged at his shirt. There was a question there, but this time far more complicated. How much can I take from you? How much would you let me have?
“Yes,” Keigo said, too quickly.
Toki laughed, breathless and shaky: “You don’t even know what I was going to say.”
“Doesn’t matter,” he beamed at her, hands trailing up under her shirt. “I would still say yes.”
“Shut the fuck up,” she said, hearing her own voice wobble with the weight of her stupid inescapable adoration. “What am I going to do with you?”
Keigo’s hands squeezed her hips, gently.
“Hopefully? Keep me.”
Toki had to kiss him again, because what else was she supposed to do? So she kissed him, and he kissed back, both of them smiling; and when they parted Toki pressed her forehead against his and for a handful of second they just breathed.
She tried to think, to adjust her expectations. Kissing, fondling, maybe dry humping because she desperately wanted some friction against her aching clit. It was frustrating but reassuring, also. Tonight was not the moment to go… all the way. This wasn’t the place for anything more passionate that they were doing right now. It was already so reckless to do that here, and…
“Are you thinking again?” Keigo sniggered.
“I was thinking about logistics and level of horniness!” Toki protested. “Tonight, we… I mean. I want…”
She paused, suddenly unsure and eager and self-conscious all at once. She was suddenly very aware of how unsteady her hands were, fisted in Keigo’s shirt. Of the slope of the roof, and how easy it would be to slip and fall down.
Keigo sensed her hesitation. He kissed the corner of her lips, gently, just a peck. His hands on her hips were unsteady too.
“We don’t have to do anything.”
“I know. I’m not planning on fucking you on a roof.”
Keigo made a strangled noise and, under her thigh, Toki felt his erection twitch, hips jerking. They both paused. Toki flushed, and leaned back just enough to look in his eyes. Keigo was bright red.
“Don’t judge me,” he muttered. “I have a very visual imagination.”
Toki giggled. She felt anxious and yet exhilarated, reckless, untethered, stupid, powerful: both wildly confident and so fucking frightened that if she gave herself one minute to second-guess what she was doing, she would run away to Antarctica. It kind of felt as if she had swallowed a solar system, star first. Half the planets were frigid crater-ridden rock, the other half were superheated chlorine gas, and it was already making her extra stupid.
Wasn’t she entitled to some stupidity? Gods, she couldn’t believe it was happening. This was Keigo. Her best friend. The love of her life. Her soulmate, if you were feeling cheesy.
Toki was feeling cheesy.
“No one is taking all their clothes off tonight,” she said, grinning a little shyly, her heart hammering in her chest. “But I was… I mean… I want…”
She paused, flushing, not sure how to ask him to take off his shirt without looking like an idiot, or a fool, or like some horny ridiculously unexperimented virgin. She gulped again. Damn it, communication, Toki. You can do it. You use words every day.
“I wouldn’t mind if you lost the shirt, though,” she finally said, trying to project ease and confidence.
It must have worked, because Keigo grinned at her, and tugged his shirt off his head. The collar was very wide because it went low enough down his back to allow the wings to pass through. The feathers shuffled as the shirt was shrugged off his head and then off his wings, and then Keigo leaned back against his elbows again, grinning up at her. It was different when he was half-naked.
No. It was different when he was half-naked for her.
She took a moment to admire him, half lying below her, batting his eyelashes at her in all his coquettish modesty. His rumpled baggy shorts, with the outline of his cock (she tried to not stare) against his thigh; his smooth chest, his flat tummy, his narrow hips. The blush on his cheeks, going down his neck and his chest. She abruptly wondered if Keigo’s cock was flushed the same pretty pink as his nipples.
Arousal and desire made her bite her lip, a pang of lust coiling thigh in his guts, her groin throbbing in time with her pulse. If she hadn’t been straddling Keigo, she would have pressed her thighs together, mindlessly trying to lessen the aching neediness between them.
As it was, she pressed down against him, angling herself better as they kissed again. Keigo’s hips twitched under hers, hands hesitating on her waist: Toki rocked against him, encouraging, feeling breathless and fierce. Her right hand went back to Keigo’s hair, tangling in blond locks, feeling the beat of his pulse as it quickened.
They kissed and swayed together, languid and urgent at the same time. Keigo was so warm and hard and trembly under beneath her— excited, or nervous, or both. Toki understood, because she was the same: scared sick and yet insatiable because it felt so natural, so right. Because it was him, because it was them, because it was now and then. So she didn’t think too much or too hard about the future, just letting instinct take the wheel, letting her hips and her hands and her mouth decide what to do next: touching his back, kissing his neck, angling them better to roll their bodies together.
It was so easy. It should be harder than this, Toki thought distantly, in what span of his own thoughts she had left after Keigo’s mouth against her lips and Keigo’s hands on her body had claimed their portion of her attention. Wasn’t it supposed to be earth-shattering and grave and serious? How could it be so simple, so fluid, just unquestioning?
It didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that they were so close now: that Toki could slid her hands along Keigo’s bare belly and feel his abs tense when she racked her short nails there; that Toki could see how his blush extended to his chest, how he twitched when she thumbed at his nipples. They moved together in a rhythm like the tide, rising and falling. It was so incredible, to explore each other’s bodies like this, to see and touch and worship every inch.
One of Keigo’s hands climbed to her nape, tangled in her hair. Her buns were already messed up from rolling on the roof. Toki freed one hand to start pulling out booby pins, intend on letting her hair fall free: under her lips, she felt Keigo grin.
He liked when she had her hair down.
One pin, another, another one. When Toki let them fall down, she could hear them go ping-ping-ping as they bounced off the tiles on the slopped roof until they fell down the ledge. It was a clumsy search, Toki’s attention mostly diverted to the gentle swaying of their hips, the hot weight of Kego’s erection against her thigh, the press of their lips. They were still kissing. Keigo licked at her palate and Toki groaned a little, pressing herself into his hands, instantly breathless. Now her panties must be soaked. Her head swam and the full reality of the situation hit her again.
This was Keigo. This was happening and it was Keigo. This felt so right, this was perfect. Their bodies slotting together were such a perfect fit.
Under her shirt, Keigo’s hands roamed along her back, slow and sensual, pausing at the rise of each vertebra. He paused when he reached her nape, then his hands slid down to her ribs, before coming up to touch her breasts.
Toki held her breath for a second, suddenly ticklish and self-conscious, wondering if he would squeeze them. But Keigo only gently cupped one breast, his thumb running gently back and forth on her sternum.
Tracing the pink scar of on her chest, where the doctors had cut her open to stuff her chest with a new heart.
Toki squeezed her eyes shut. The kiss had paused: they were just breathing against each other’s lips. She felt stupidly emotional for a second. That damn scar. Eyes still closed, she let go of the booby pins to press Keigo’s hand against her heart through her t-shirt.
“It’s mostly faded now, but it’s still not pretty.”
“Is that why you don’t want to take your shirt of?” Keigo murmured. “I don’t care. It’s a testament of your strength.”
Toki didn’t want to talk about it. She shook her head, a tiny unconscious movement.
“It’s damage.”
“It’s proof you survived,” Keigo insisted. “I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
Toki let out a shaky sigh. She reopened her eyes just enough to smile at him, their noses touching like an Eskimo kiss. I love you, she wanted to say: but she didn’t need to. Keigo knew… and she knew he loved her too.
Gods. He loved her. It made her heart capsize like a ship in a storm. The way her best friend, her source of laughter, her better half, her everything looked up at her shattered her heart in the best way. Like Keigo was seeing the stars for the first time, like Toki was his everything, too.
“Whatever,” she huffed.
It was as good as admitting defeat, and they both knew it. Keigo grinned, wide and blinding, and Toki kissed the tip of his nose before straightening, sitting down on his hips.
With some surprise, she realized they were now completely horizontal, without even the pretense of being half-sitting on the other’s lap. Keigo was laying down on the roof and she was covering him, straddling his legs. If either of them started leaning on the side too much they would both tumble down the sloped roof like morons.
Rising in a sitting position made her head swim: Keigo made a small noise of protest, both hands slipping out of her shirt with the movement.
“I’m just getting my hair,” Toki assured him. She was haphazardly tugging at the pins, yanking at the elastics to get everything off as quickly as possible. “I’m not going anywhere.”
The last elastic went, taking a few hairs with it. Toki winced and shook her head, feeling the coiled length of her hair tumble down with gravity. She raked a hand through it to muss it up, scattering the few forgotten booby-pins left, and then grinned at Keigo.
He looked up at her, mute, eyes wide. He was laying on his back with his great red wings half open, and she could see in his eyes the reflection of a rectangle of sky with her silhouette looming front and center, orange eyes glowing in the semi-darkness.
“I had a dream like that once,” he said.
Toki laughed, surprised: “What, really?”
“You under the night sky, just like this,” Keigo confirmed. He paused. “Well, you were naked and I was also tied to a bed, so…”
Toki grinned.
“We’ll work our way to that,” she promised.
They were both giggling when Keigo sat up, keeping Toki in his lap, and they kissed again. His wings closed above them, blocking the starlight. They kissed in the darkness, rocking together back and forth, kissing, touching, exploring. At some point Keigo shoved a thigh between Toki’s leg and they both moaned, rocking together until they were almost grinding, mindlessly undulating with the wave of pleasure.
It went on and on. Toki knew her panties were soaked now, and her shorts were probably damp, maybe damp enough for Keigo to feel it where she dragged her pussy up and down his thigh as they ground together. An hour ago she would have felt self-conscious about it. Now she just felt breathless and thrilled.
She still had a hand in his hair, while both his hands were roaming on her back and chest, kneading at her breasts, and thumbing at her nipples occasionally. Toki had forgotten about the scar. It just felt good, goosebumps rising on her arms, breathing moans escaping her when he rubbed her areolas with the pad of his thumb.
Toki’s second hand caressing Keigo’s flank, sometimes climbing high enough to burrow in the soft feathers at the base of his wings. Every time she did that, Keigo’s entire wingspan shivered, and they both swayed with it because Keigo was currently using his wings like a giant backrest to keep his balance. It made Toki a little proud to have such an effect on him, who was so cool and confident usually, but who turned weak to her mere touch.
She kissed his neck, the shell of his ear, inhaling the scent of his skin. Her hand left his chest to drag down, down… until she hesitantly put it on the tent in Keigo’s pants where his growing hard-on was straining against his clothes. Keigo whined loudly and his forehead fell to lay on Toki’s shoulder.
“Toki,” he groaned.
She kissed his ear again, breath trembling, heart pounding, so hot and electrized. She palmed at him slowly, not pressing too hard, exploring. She could feel him twitch and leak under her touches, even beneath the cotton of his shorts. Toki’s other hand was still tangled in Keigo’s hair, and she used her grip to pull his head up, kiss him again. He kissed back with something like desperation, both of them panting and whimpering in the kiss.
She pressed her hand down harder. Keigo grunted and gasped in the kiss, gripping her waist hard. Emboldened by that reaction, Toki kept on rubbing the budge until Keigo was gasping for breath and trying not to buck up into her touch, his nails digging in her skin.
Her pussy throbbed and ached. She rolled her hips shallowly, in time with their hungry kiss. She could feel how hard he was under her hand, how hot and throbbing and thick, all for her, all because of her, because he wanted her. She was doing this to him. It was such a power trip. Fuck, she was so aroused she couldn’t think straight.
She wondered, suddenly, all at once, how it would feel to have this inside her.
And she realized, with the same feeling of shock, that she wanted to have this inside her.
That was new.
Well, Toki was a normal teenager. She got horny. She masturbated. But she had never felt empty before, she had never craved penetration with that instinctive, visceral urge. She had always been fine grinding at her clit until fireworks popped under her eyelids. She used to wonder if she would even really want to have penetrative sex. Shoving something inside her vagina didn’t sound so thrilling: it felt like it would chafe and tear, and that wasn’t sexy at all.
But now she wanted it. She was so wet and hot and aching. It was a new feeling of hunger, her cunt clenching on nothing, needing to press on something, around something. Grinding against Keigo’s thigh wasn’t nearly enough.
At least, now she wasn’t wondering if she would ever want penetrative sex. She had her answer, and it was yes.
Not today. Maybe not this week or the week after. Maybe not for a while. She wasn’t even ready to get naked.
But… even if it wasn’t tonight… suddenly, it was a possibility, a whole new realm of fantasies opened to her, a hungry curiosity twisting in her stomach. What would it be to get that hot length inside her? If the slide was slick enough, if she stopped worrying about the girth and how she had never inserted more than a finger down there… How would it feel, to scratch that new horny itch?
How would it feel, to rub down that aching neediness, to clench on something warm and solid? Would it be as satisfying as grinding the heel of her hand against her clit when she was throbbing? How would it feel to do both, to be filled and rubbed, to ride Keigo’s dick and grind her clit at the same time. To pin him down, to listen to his breathy moans and roll her hips, taking him to the hilt and pleasuring herself at the same time—
She moaned in the kiss and Keigo bit her lip, not hard enough to draw blood but with enough strength that it tingled fiercely, and she jerked back, breaking the kiss. Keigo let out a sound like a hiss, hand fisted tight in her hair, and then he let his head fall on her shoulder.
“Gods. Shit. Fuck.”
If Toki had had enough brainpower for a witty reply, she would have teased him about being so articulate. But she just beamed at him like an idiot, feeling breathless and tingly all over, goosebumps everywhere Keigo had trailed his hands on her back and chest.
“Do you want to stop?”
Keigo gave her a wide-eyed look:
“Absolutely not.”
Toki grinned: “Me neither.”
Keigo shivered when Toki’s hand returned between his legs, palming his erection languidly. There was a small wet spot at the tip. Toki felt strangely reckless when she stroked his length, watching as Keigo’s eyes rolled back in is skull, hips bucking under her. Without his wings steadying him like a backrest, they would have both fallen from that damn roof a long time ago.
“Do you want more?” Toki murmured quickly, before she could lose her nerve.
Even in the darkness, she could see Keigo swallow, his throat bobbing. His hands left her hair to settle on her waist, as if to stop her from scooting back. Or maybe just to ground himself.
“More?” he repeated.
Toki flushed, cheeks hot. It sounded so lewd when she imagined saying it out loud. Obscene, ridiculous. She couldn’t find the right words.
So instead Toki let go of his budge to pet his waist… and then she slipped the hand on his waist down to his hip, cautiously brushing her thumb under the waistband of Keigo’s baggy pajama’s shorts.
His skin was fever-hot. She could see the outline of his erection lying in the crease of his hip, and now she knew how it felt under her hands. She knew how long it was, and how it reacted to her caresses. She wanted to feel it without the barrier of clothing.
It made her feel a tiny bit anxious, but more than that she felt greedy, liquid heat pooling in her core, lust and possessiveness curling in his stomach, electricity sparking in her spine. Her thumb rubbed a tiny circle against his skin, and Keigo squirmed, making a strangled noise in his throat: half a groan, half a bird-like thrill. Hearing it made Toki throb between her legs.
“Keigo,” she breathed. Her heart was pounding. Her hands were trembling. “I want to touch you.”
“Gods, yes, please,” Keigo groaned, hips bucking slightly under her.
His temples were starting to bead with sweat, eyes half-lidded, lips parted by soft sighs of pleasure. He was amazing. He was beautiful. Toki loved him so much. She wanted him so badly.
She grabbed the edge of his shorts, dragging them half a centimeter down, just enough to see the beginning of a turf of blond pubes, and then bit her lips:
“Are you sure?”
Keigo groaned, tangling both hands in her hair to press her closer and kiss her again. Clumsy, hungry, both of them panting in the kiss, both of them hot and aroused and desperate for more.
“Never been more sure of anything,” Keigo panted. “Do you kn-know how long I’ve been dreaming of this, Toki? Wanting you?”
Hearing Keigo say that, his voice low and rough, made Toki groan in answer. The spiking itching warmth just under the surface of her skin, the sneaking urge of her thighs to part, the pooling want in his belly: all of it sharpened at once.
Biting her lip, butterflies in her belly, Toki dragged Keigo’s shorts down just enough to fish out his erection. The light from the moon and stars was too dim to really examine it, so Toki explored his cock with her hands, instead, palming it up and down. It was different when it wasn’t hidden under clothing. Hotter, softer. It felt delicate, almost: the sounds Keigo made under her fingers were like music, half-bitten moans and breathless, chirpy groans.
“Toki,” he whined. “Toki, Toki, Toki, please.”
Toki swallowed. She palmed his cock, seeking the right grip. Her free hand was spayed wide on Keigo’s chest as if to pin him in place, and she could feel his heart beat like crazy under her palm. It was unbelievably arousing. Keigo whimpered and his dick kicked gently in her hands, hot and hard, the skin unbelievably soft, slick moisture at the tip. It was just the right size to fit in her palm, the right thickness to close her fist around it… and give it one experimental stroke, her palm slipping against the skin.
The sound Keigo makes when she started to stroke him, testing the waters, went right to her head and made him dizzy with want. Gods, Toki loved him.
“T-tighter,” Keigo gasped.
“Okay, okay.” Toki swallowed again, feeling oddly anxious. “In my defense, I’ve never done that before.”
He let out a small bark of shaky laughter, nervous and high-pitched.
“I know. Just… Just… Touch me, please.”
She changed her grip, tightening her hand: the next stroke was firmer, more decisive, and Keigo groaned. The sound made fire lick all the length of Toki’s spine, a hot flash of raw undirected lust.
There were blanks in her fantasies: things that imagination couldn’t quite picture, because of her inexperience. But she was filling those blanks. She knew how Keigo sounded when she touched his dick now. She knew the feel of him, the weight, the length. When she rubbed her thumb in the moisture at the tip, spreading it to make the glide slick enough, she knew Keigo could whimper pleadingly.
He sounded so good. Toki watched him as she stroked his cock, fascinated. He was flushed, eyes half-lidded, blown wide, his face red all the way to the tips of his ears. When she twisted her grip experimentally, he whimpered, shivering from head to toes, his hand clenching hard in Toki’s waist. There was something about seeing him so breathless that sent sparks up Toki’s spine.
The idea of touching Keigo at all made her dizzy in general. So the realization of what she was actually doing made Toki felt like her skin was too hot, like her body wasn’t safe anymore because it craved things she had never wanted so badly before. She wanted… She wanted more. She wanted to make him whimper and groan and moan. She wanted him to fall apart. She wanted him to gasp in bliss, to tremble in ecstasy for her, because of her.
He groaned again, and the sound made Toki groan in answer, pressing closer to kiss at his chin, the edge of his mouth. It was so hot. She loved it. She had always loved Keigo’s voice.
“So good, Toki, so good,” Keigo whispered sweetly.
Toki moaned and squeezed him tighter, using the fluids from his dripping length to ease the friction even more. Keigo groaned his approval. His hips were jerking. Fuck, it was such a massive boost to her ego to see him so hard, pride swelling in Toki’s chest as she feels her friend (wait, boyfriend, maybe?) throb in her hand.
Toki swiped her thumb on the head, spreading more fluid on the crown, just to listen to the tremble in Keigo’s breathing. It was so mind-blowingly hot. She changed the angle of her wrist, twisting and squeezing when she was closer to the tip, pre-cum leaking out of him over her knuckles. Keigo was whimpering low in his throat on every exhale. Toki’s mouth watered as she watched, eyes frantically darting from her hand to Keigo’s beautiful expression.
Keigo groaned, muscles tensing from the effort of keeping himself still. His nails were digging in Toki’s skin where he was holding her waist, but she didn’t care. She barely paid attention to her own arousal, entirely focused on him: how he looked, how he sounded, how he shivered under her ministrations.
“So good,” Keigo moaned, letting his head fall forward to rest his forehead against Toki’s. “Fuck, so good. Toki, I need you so bad, you hand is so perfect, love it, love you.”
He kissed the corner of Toki’s mouth, and she exhaled shakily. She was throbbing. It was starting to get difficult to dedicate herself to her task, with how her own need was burning in her stomach like fire, and everything Keigo did or said was throwing pure gasoline onto the inferno. She grinded harder against his thigh to quell the need, but it only made sparks of pleasure explode in her guts, making her greedy for more. Keigo whined, low in his throat.
“Shit, I can feel you. You’re— wet…”
Toki brushed, cheeks burning. Self-consciousness warred briefly with breathless exhilaration before sputtering out. She felt so hot and hungry, powerful and greedy. Almost without input from her brain, she whispered in his ear:
“You like to make me wet?”
Keigo made a strangled noise and she could feel his dick kick, slickness beading out at the tip. Oh, he liked that, too. She slowed down her hand, tightening its grip as it slid torturously along the shaft, milking every drop of precum.
“Aaah, what the fuck,” Keigo wheezed, hips bucking. He burrowed his face against Toki’s shoulder and let out an unsteady laugh. “If you add dirty talk to this equation I’m going to finish, like, very embarrassingly fast.”
Toki felt nervous giggles bubble in her throat. She forced herself to said in the most deadpan voice she could:
“Dirty talk and handcuffs, my, my, that’s very kinky of you.”
“No it’s not! And even if it was… Well, sue me, I have my fantasies. What are yours?”
Toki blinked, mind momentary blank.
“Ask me again next time.” Then she paused, thinking back to what he had said, picturing it, and feeling the knot of arousal tighten in her belly. “But I wouldn’t mind trying tying you to a bed like you suggested.”
Keigo’s hips bucked, and his hands tightened on Toki’s waist, squeezing the flesh until it hurts with the lewdest groan Toki had ever heard. One would think he was already balls deep in her from the way he panted against her cheek.
A flash of heat exploded in her belly, her pussy throbbing, pulsing slick and hot with desire. Her gut twinged with intense heat: the urge to devour and take right this moment, to forgo all their foreplay and skip right to a shared release, was almost unbearable.
Her hips ground against Keigo’s thigh harder, and she started stroking him hard and fast in time with the roll of her hips: no more teasing or exploring, but barreling towards the bliss they both needed. Just grinding against each other, touching him and masturbating as her mind melted into a mess of arousal and pleasure.
“Toki, Toki, Toki,” Keigo chanted, his face still buried in her neck. His breath was hot and his tongue was wet against her pulse— it was intoxicating in its own right, not to mention the woodsy scent of his hair and the musk of sex taking over Toki’s thoughts. She stroked Keigo at a fast steady pace without stopping, observing without resistance when her boyfriend started to fuck her hand, bracing himself with his grip on her waist.
“That’s it,” she murmured, words falling from her lips almost without thoughts. “Chase it. You like that? Of course you like that.”
Keigo groaned and his head fell back, their eyes locking. Toki bit her lips, trying her hardest to keep her hand steady for Keigo to fuck into while also desperately grinding her clit against his thigh. She was so hot, and so wet, and he was so beautiful, and she wanted him so badly. Gods, Keigo.
He was so gorgeous moaning her name, doing his absolute best to keep his eyes on Toki even as he was swaying from the dizziness of his pleasure.
They kissed again. It was impossible to think clearly. Toki started losing track of time, of space, of the whole universe around them. There was just the space of this rooftop, and even the edge of that were hazy and unimportant held against the tremor of Keigo’s body against her, the slickness of his cock in her fist, her own desperately throbbing arousal.
“Can I— can I p-please,” Keigo stuttered, nearly incoherent.
Shit. There was something absurdly erotic about winding Keigo so far he couldn’t even articulate a full sentence. Like he couldn’t control himself, like he was so desperate that he couldn’t think of anything but Toki and coming, and coming because of Toki.
“Yes, Toki breathed against his lips. Her voice was almost guttural. Her hand speed up in counterpoint to Keigo’s bucking hips. Each rough stroke pulled a satisfying hitching breath from Keigo, and Toki growled in his mouth:
“I want to see you come. Give it to me.”
Keigo gasped and whimpered, eyes squeezing shut, his thrusts turning erratic. Toki’s eyes were riveted on his face, drinking in his expressing, the tremble of his mouth and the angle of his throat. She could feel his dick getting even harder in her fist, but she didn’t look down, keeping her eyes locked on Keigo’s face as he huffed out high, reedy sounds, chasing his peak…
And then he tensed, hips sputtering, a bird-like noise escaping his throat: and wetness spilled over Toki’s hand. Yes. Yes, she had done that, he was coming because of her.
Toki watched in utter fascination as he came: the way his cock spurted and spilled, the way his tummy tensed, the way his breaths turned to gasps, how his mouth had dropped open. So beautiful. So perfect.
She felt both awed and a little manic with possessive glee as she stroked him through it, her strokes slower and gentler but still firm, as if trying to milk him dry. After the three initial spurts of cum, she managed to drag out a fourth one, dribbling out on her fingers. Keigo panted, trembling below her, overwhelmed and overstimulated by the time she finally released him from her grip.
For a handful of seconds, they didn’t move, panting.
Keigo was looking at her with shock and wonder and disbelief, and Toki was looking at him the same. She had trouble realizing what had just happened. Her hand was disgusting with cum and she nervously wiped it on her own shorts. It was stickier and hotter than she had expected.
It made her thighs shift, and suddenly she was reminded of her own arousal.
The high of making Keigo come had obliterated everything else from her mind, but now she felt like she had been dropped back in her body and the urgency of her need was almost too much to bear. She was so hot, throbbing, aching: fuck, she had soaked through her panties and maybe her shorts and she needed friction, she needed it now.
Keigo’s thigh was still shoved right against her clit and she could feel her pulse thrum in her whole belly. She bit her lip, squirming, and Keigo’s eyes suddenly darkened. He let go of her waist (oh, it tingled, she was probably going to have bruises in shape of his fingertips tomorrow— why did it make her feel even hotter?), and tugged her closer for a kiss.
Toki felt her whole spine go liquid and pressed herself into Keigo’s hands, briefly and mindlessly shameless.
“Toki,” Keigo whispered against her lips between kisses. One hand was holding onto her nape, but the other trailed to her waist, under her shirt and then up her back to press them closer. “What do you need?”
At this point all Toki needed was to come, and if she was denied it, she would bite someone.
“This,” she panted, grinding against his thigh. The soaked fabric of her panties rubbed her clit deliciously. “Just let me… Just…”
“Are you going to come like this?” Keigo breathed.
Toki made a pointless, wordless sound in her throat and kissed Keigo with all the furious urgency she had managed to keep out of her voice. She was shaking like a fucking leaf in the wind. She was so turned-on and she was grinding against Keigo, fully clothed, so wet he could probably feel it on his thigh through his clothes, and it should be lewd and embarrassing, and the grinding was clumsy and probably not even that good but shit, it was Keigo. It was Keigo and it was her and Toki suddenly had to squeeze her eyes shut, a wave of emotion rolling through her.
“Love you,” she gasped as her hips pushed harder against his leg.
Keigo’s hand tightened on her hips, helping her grind against his thigh. Toki couldn’t help the way she gasps his name, tone almost surprised. She felt so completely, utterly open that it broke everything in her.
“Love you too,” Keigo murmured, kissing along the side of her neck. “Love this, love you. Do you need me to touch you?”
Toki panted against his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut, pleasure buzzing in his body like electricity. She felt like her brain was full of sand, like each thought had to filter through the base of an hourglass before it could get to her. She barely felt like herself, didn’t fell in control, all her measured thoughtfulness and her awkward self-consciousness utterly vanished.
“N-no, this is good, this is what I need, just let me… Just let me…”
“Of course,” Keigo whispered, a little breathless, dragging his tongue up her throat. “Whatever you need. I’ll be so good for you.”
“Oh, gods,” Toki moaned, pushing harder against him.
New kink fucking activated, said some part of her brain. Shut the fuck up, retorted the other, half-manic, deliriously aroused other part of her brain. She would call Keigo a good boy later, when she would have the brainpower to articulate several words.
She rubbed her core against him, the friction of her slick panties and the pressure of his muscled thigh making sparks flies frow her clit directly to her brain. Red hot and hazy flares of pleasure mounted and mounted into a bubbling pit inside her stomach, threatening to erupt. Keigo was groaning and moaning her name, and Toki was hurtling toward that mind numbing pleasure she craved, she needed it. She was so close, so close. Pleasure like fire danced through her body, licking up her legs and digging into the center of her chest. She could feel everything tightening up, and then suddenly she tumbled over the edge.
It was good and languid, long waves of bliss rolling inside of her whole boy while she panted and trembled through it. Blood pounded in her ears. As the ecstasy slowly receded, she chased it: pushing her clit harder against Keigo’s thigh to milk every aftershock to its fullest. The overstimulation made her mewl, even as she kept on grinding shallowly her soft and soaked pussy to make the tremors last longer.
Finally the oversensitivity was too much. She let out a trembling exhale and sat up, rocking her weight back. Her panties were clinging to her skin with their wetness. The shiver of sensation made her pussy tingle, but it was a good feeling: something she could chase to a second orgasm, or something to slowly get down from the high and back to normal. She felt warm, sated, dizzy and exhausted.
She closed her eyes, letting her muscles go slack. Keigo pressed his forehead against her.
It was stupid. They were both disheveled, and in Kego’s case half-naked; curled around each other on a roof, with cum and slick soiling their clothes… But all they were doing was lying there, foreheads together, eyes closed, breathing each other’s air, holding each other gathered close.
“Are you okay?” Keigo whispered.
Toki hummed, and kissed him. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth to answer that, her entire heart would tumble out.
“Sleep with me tonight,” she said instead. She opened her eyes to look at him. “Just sleep. I always sleep better with you close.”
Keigo smiled at her, wide and adoring and so heartbreakingly happy.
“Yeah. Of course. Forever.”
“Forever,” Toki echoed him. She grinned, a little helplessly. “I like the sound of that.”