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I ran my fingers down his chest, finding the edge of the shirt he wore. I felt his stomach tense as our skin touched, and smiled softly, splaying my hand over the hot skin there. With the aid of my other hand, I slid his shirt slowly upward, kissing the soft hot flesh as it was revealed. His hands found their way to rest heavily on my shoulders, kneading them briefly before he was forced to stop. The shirt found its way over his head, and somewhere onto my floor. My own shirt had been bunched up beneath my arms, I noticed. It probably had some help from Touya. I tore my hands away from Touya to pull it off, but before it ever hit the floor, my lips had once again descended upon Touya, claiming another part of him as my own.
We had made a silent pact, sometime that morning, not to speak of the impending thing that had helped drive us to where we were currently at. We wanted to enjoy each other without the heavy thoughts of Touya's sickness that hovered in the thick air surrounding us that morning. We were silently mourning for each other, for the thought of lost time, for the possibility of never being able to be together again like this.
Touya pulled me down on top of him, pressing our bare chests together, bringing our mouths together in an oddly gentle, calm kiss that made my mind dissolve with its intensity. I ran my hands up his sides, lightly scratching, giving him chills. His hands had shifted when he pulled me down on top of him, and they were now wound around the small of my back, locked there with each other. Then those gorgeous hands found their way up to my shoulders, kneading them briefly before they made their way down my back, touching me with merely his fingertips. They ran the length of my spine, pressing tentatively between the ridges of raised flesh. I arched into that touch, trying to get him to touch me with more surety. His palms barely ghosted over my ass, feathering their way lower yet to settle high on the back of my thighs. Why did he still hesitate?
My own arms were wound around his neck, crossing in back, and holding the opposite cheeks in my palms. He made a very willing captive, I thought as I laid small, passionate, butterfly kisses over his entire face, just to feel the heat of him against my face, which was cool in comparison. Then my mind struck upon something. "I won't break, To-ya," I whispered into his open mouth as I rotated my hips, grinding into him more harshly.
"You may not break, Yuki, but I'm not so sure about myself..." he managed around his gasping breaths. "If you keep that up, I'm not going to last much longer..."
"What makes you think that's not what I want? I won't let you break, To-ya. I'm yours. I won't do anything you don't want me to."
"I'm not going to stop you. I love you, snow bunny." His hands ran up my sides and reaching up and around to my face. I closed my eyes as he carefully took off my glasses, folding them and setting them on the night stand. I smiled as he did so.
When I opened them again, they had a violet sheen to them. "What-- Yuki, your eyes..."
"I know, koi," I said, kissing him, a harsh, sweet brush of lips that sent molten chills burning through me once more. "I want to be able to watch you." He looked up from under me with a look akin to anticipation and fear in his dark blue eyes. "Tell me no, and I'm gone, To-ya. I don't want you regretting."
"You know I won't." I smiled, outlining his jaw with my tongue, then arched my spine upward as I moved down him. I brushed my lips down his neck, placing a searing kiss in the hollow of his throat before tracing his collarbones and moving even further down. I shifted so that I was settled between his legs, his hot hardness pressing into my stomach.
Touya sighed as I took the hardened nub of his nipple gently in my teeth, drawing my tongue over the tip, suckling it lightly. I did the same to the other as my hand reached down between us and cupped him through his boxers just a shade this side of hard, and started to squeeze gently, rhythmically. He made a strangled noise, his hands reaching down to grip the sheets on my bed. Before he could react further, I moved lower yet, tonguing a hot line above the waistband of his boxers. I looked up at him even as my mouth never left contact with his skin.
His head was tossed back against the pillows as I continued my attentions. His lips were parted, full from my kisses, his eyes tightly closed as his head rolled slowly from one side to the other in slow motions. I slid my fingers beneath his waistband slowly, so if he wanted to stop me, he'd have plenty of time to do so. He strained when I lifted the front part of the elastic waistband, delving inside with both of my hands. I ran them down along his hips, lifting the fabric carefully over his straining erection. I lifted his hips, then, running my hands back over his ass, taking the final bit of fabric with.
Touya was blushing furiously as I tossed the boxers off the bed. He was obviously fighting the powerful urge to curl up around himself, cover himself up. Another part of him was wondering if he should even do this. I felt a sad smile on my face as I flattened my hand against his lower stomach. He was making a conscious effort to relax. His eyes opened as if he were afraid of my reaction. I smiled again, not hiding anything this time as I took in the length of his body with my eyes.
I traced my eyes down him, starting at those incredibly wide shoulders, moving down his toned chest. The hand that was on his stomach stirred to life, went up to run fingertips through the valleys between the muscled of his toned stomach, then went still.
I wrapped my slender fingers around his shaft without warning him, and listened to the strangled gasp for air that came from him. I was somewhat startled, myself, when I actually felt the hardness in my hand. Like a delicate velvet covering smooth steel, I mused. He very nearly didn't fit in my hand; my fingers barely made it around him without squeezing. "Ah! ... Yuki..." he managed, his voice so much different than I'd ever heard it: nearly drowning in need.
"You are quite possibly the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, To-ya."
"Yuki... Oh, god..." he said hoarsely as I stroked him once, feeling the searing length shift beneath my palm. I grinned, and it only looked slightly predatory. I think. "So much for the shy snow bunny..."
I laughed as rose flushed his cheeks even brighter, then dropped down to place a kiss on his abdomen. His hands found their way into my hair, running through it before settling his palms over my temples.
Once again, without warning, I took him into my mouth. Touya very nearly screamed, obviously not having expected me to do that, and bucked back, trying instinctively to get away from the overpowering stimulus. I held onto him, not letting him slip from my lips.
"Yuki!" he yelled again, holding onto my head tightly, holding me still. After a minute, his muscles loosened, grip slackened slightly. I took the opportunity to take in more of him, swirling my tongue over the tip of his penis, pausing briefly at the slit to taste him. Most definitely not unpleasant.
Touya groaned beneath me as I worked him with my mouth, covering the part of him that wasn't immersed in my mouth with my fingers. I placed my hands high on his thighs, which had fallen open to accommodate me, running my fingers where his legs joined his body. I watched, my eyes heavy-lidded with lust, as he writhed and moaned under my touch. His eyes were closed, his breath coming in great heaves. His hands gripped my hair tightly, but not painfully as I dropped my hand to fondle his testicles.
That familiar ache in my jaw had returned, and I smiled inwardly. I was out of practice, if that even counted in Yuki's innocent form. I used the more catlike part of Yue to purr around Touya. There was a sharp cry and his hips jerked, trying to push himself more fully into my mouth. Once again, calling upon Yue's experience, I obliged him, opening my throat to his length, all the while purring. He began to thrust into my mouth, unable to stop himself. I let him, still caressing him.
I swallowed, flexing the muscles in my throat, and a choked cry escaped him. The muscles tightened visibly, and I knew he was close. "Un! Ah... ah... Un, Yuki! Omae..."
•I know, koi,• I thought, letting him hear it by implementing a tiny bit of magic. I reached up, pulling his hand down to mesh my fingers with his. •Don't worry.• I was still letting him all the way into my throat, and had timed my breaths so that I didn't choke. Every once in a while, I'd backed off a bit to suckle the tip of him, tonguing it roughly, then took him back into my mouth.
"Shit!" he hissed, stiffening. I pinched a nerve at the base of his shaft, sending the impending pleasure rocketing back into his body, and slipping the still-hard, straining flesh from my mouth. He'd barely strangled his howl of pleasure by biting his lip, which was now turning white. He was still trying not to respond the way he wanted to, was still holding himself back.
I smiled as I crawled up to settle my body next to his. The last time I'd had that done to me, I'd reacted so strongly that I'd passed out from the overwhelming experience. His body was still taut, his back bent in an arc off the bed as the pleasure rode him to his limits. My grin widened as I wondered whether or not he'd faint like I had.
After a full minute, he dropped back down, muscle relaxing. His eyes were closed, his breathing deep and erratic. He almost looked like he was ready to go to sleep, but I knew he wasn't. "Yuki, my god!" he gasped when he found his breath, wrapping strong arms around me, holding my to him tightly. "Snow bunny, that..." I smiled again as he failed to find the words he wanted. I brushed the back of my hand across his cheek. If I'd worn him out with that, I could ignore my own arousal. Just having him touching me would be enough.
After a few moments, Touya seemed to notice something. "I'm still..." I chuckled, feeling his length nudging at my thigh through the soft fabric of the sweatpants. "How?" he asked incredulously.
"It's a talent that I found out about," I whispered in his flushed ear, "a long time ago." He held me tighter to him, running his lips gently over my neck.
"Arigotou, Yuki-Usagi. Aishiteru. Zutto."
"It's not over if you want more, To-ya," I told him, almost ashamed at wanting him to do more after what I'd done to him. His hands made their way around to where my sweatpants tied together.
"If that's the case, It'll never be over."
"Good," I whispered, crying out softly as he cupped me through the soft fabric.