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I let myself get lost in my friend's touch as his other hand slid up my chest. He rested his hand over my heartbeat as if he could hold it in his hand. That same hand wandered slightly lower, outlining the muscle on my chest, before he moved to play with a nipple. Another soft sound escaped my lips as he held my erection a little more harshly.

"Yuki, I want more," he whispered, pressing his lips over my heart where his palm had rested only a moment earlier. I could only groan in response. My mind had left me at that point, and I would've been content for a long while, just having him touch me, but I'd denied him release once already. "I want you," he breathed heavily. "I want everything you can give me..."

"How?" I asked, breathless, between the searing kisses he was giving me. Indecision flashed across his face when he realized what I'd meant, when he realized I was letting him decide for the both of us; which of us would be top, and which would be bottom. I smiled lazily, knowing that I wouldn't mind either way.

"I want to be inside you," he answered shyly. I smiled softly, carefully pulling away from him and began to untie the closing on my pants. He caught my hands in his own, taking his arm from around me. "Let me?"

I nodded, laying back against the pillows, just slightly more than nervous about this entire ordeal. I knew it'd hurt, but that wasn't the reason I was so anxious. I hadn't done this in such a long time, and never in Yuki's form. It was a even a rarity when I felt my own touch; seven or eight times, total, and none of those times had been recently. Touya kissed the pale flesh on my chest, drawing his lips down me as his fingers toyed with the knot that had formed at the closure of my pants.

I'd nearly lost myself in the pull of his mouth when I felt the waist fall loose, and one of those beautiful hands ventured beneath the soft fabric. His fingertips grazed flesh, and my fingers dug into the sheets, gripping them hard. Touya's other hand joined the first and ran lightly down over the points of my pelvis, taking the front part of the sweatpants with.

I lifted my hips to help him, and he ran those hands back over the curve of my ass slowly, like he was trying to memorize the feel of my skin. He tossed the pants off the bed, then turned back to look at me.

I flushed at the hungry gaze he wore. His deep eyes raked down my skin, and I felt myself turning pink down to my toes. "Yuki, my god..." I searched his face, wondering what that smile was for. "You're more beautiful than I remember."

My blush darkened as the implication of that statement sank in. He'd seen me before? The question that hovered in my mind was stolen before I found the words to voice it. "Let me just say that I'm glad I didn't send the kaijuu off to find you that day..." he trailed off.

"Nani?" I asked, feeling confused, and more than a bit curious. He was propped up above me on his elbows, his face now hovering mere inches from mine, and when he spoke, I felt his breath caressing my cheeks.

"You'd just finished an archery contest, and I hadn't seen you since the end of it. I was supposed to take you home that day, and so I waited behind. The last of the team had already trailed out of the locker rooms, but you weren't amongst them. I remembered that you didn't shower with the teams. You were always either first or last. I thought you'd gone in early, but..."

"I take it you were wrong." He nodded, and I could almost see the images replaying across his face as he remembered.

"I thought no one else was in there, but was walking through to make sure I hadn't missed you. It was silent in there, and even when I'm alone, it's always been a sort of personal taboo to break the silence. You'd just turned on the water as I walked by. I turned to see who it was without even thinking. I don't know who I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't you.

"I thought that it was an angel standing there under the water." I knew exactly when this had happened, and was stunned that I hadn't noticed him. I suppressed a grin. Had I known he was there, I'd probably have invited him in. "God, it hurt so much not to be able to go over and kiss you right then, but I was so afraid I would've scared you away. So I just hid there by the entrance, and watched you..." He smiled and dropped down to kiss me deeply, thoroughly, slipping his tongue into my mouth and caressing my tongue. His eyes had closed, and he'd lost himself in the kiss. My own eyes were still partly open, watching the play of emotions on his beautiful face.

It was a physical strain not to take hold of him right then, to either bury him deep inside of me, or myself deep into him. His body still hovered above mine, and I could feel the heat from it emanating. The lower part of him had pinned my legs to the bed, and I reveled in the feel of being surrounded. He moved all too suddenly, taking that glorious heat with him. I whimpered a protest, but then felt his lips sealing around the tip of my neglected erection. I gasped, resting my hands on those broad shoulders of his.

"To-ya, you don't have to..." My words sounded weighted, even to me; my soft contralto turning into something darker. I gasped as he released me.

"I want to, Yuki," he said, dropping his hand over mine. I couldn't stop the butterflies in my stomach as he kissed the tip of me, taking my length in his hand. I fit more easily into his hand than he had in mine, I noted dryly. It wasn't that he was massively bigger, or I much smaller... In fact, we were much the same size. It was just that his hands were nearly twice the size of my own. Even this tangent of thought ceased to function as Touya began to stroke me, almost teasingly. I couldn't think beyond the attentions that were being paid me, and I nearly didn't hear him when he next spoke.

"Do you have anything? Yuki?" He kissed my stomach to get my attention, and I snapped out of the pleasure-induced haze.

"Nani? Eeto... There's lotion in the nightstand..." I managed, wondering how in hell I'd managed to complete a sentence. Touya reached over, and pulled the bottle out, squeezing a bit onto his hand, then setting the bottle aside again. He rubbed his hands together for a second, warming the lotion up. When he took hold of me again, I gasped sharply. The lotion was still cool against the burning flesh.

He picked up where he left off, stroking me gently. Amidst the mind-numbing pleasure, I felt him circling my entrance, coating it with lotion before pressing gently inward with one of his fingers. I fought the powerful urge to tense up and deny him entrance, and barely managed to do so. My breath fell outward in a sigh as I felt him slide in, stretching me..

He stroked me from both ends in a maddeningly slow rhythm, but I was enjoying every moment. He added another finger and began to go a little faster, keeping an edge on the pleasure, and adding a bit of pain to the mix.. After a while he began to look a little flustered. "Something... Mmm... Something wrong, To-ya?"

"No, just give me a moment. I've heard of something that I want to try." Another moment I felt him moving within me, causing a delicious sensation throughout my body. Then I heard him growl. "Finger to prostate... Come in, prostate..."

I would've burst out, laughing hysterically, if he had not, at that very moment, come into contact with the very bit of me that he was seeking. He rubbed across it strongly, and I let out a harsh cry as the pleasure assaulted me, and held tight to him, immediately wanting more. "We have contact," he chuckled. "Wow. That worked better than I thought it would," he said, stroking into me again slowly.

"To-ya, please!" I gasped like a fish denied water. I whimpered with the loss as his fingers left me totally.

"Should I get a condom?" he asked, nearly as breathless as I. I shook my head no. I couldn't catch or carry anything, and pregnancy... well obviously. I watched with heavy-lidded eyes as he coated his length with the remaining lotion. He looked down at me. I merely nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

He placed the tip at my entrance, and began to push forward steadily and slowly. I bit my lip, cringing as he made his way into me, stretching me painfully as he did. A tear fell from one eye and slid down the side of my cheek as he finally slipped past the second ring of tight muscle. Touya dropped his head to kiss me when he was about halfway in.

I felt myself begin to tense, so I wrapped my legs around his waist as I fought to stay relaxed. I drew a deep breath that sounded more like a sob, and he hesitated. "Daijoubu?" he asked hoarsely, kissing a tear from my face. I'd forgotten how much it hurts the first time.

"Hai... I'll be fine," I whispered back. He pressed a little harder, forcing himself deeper and deeper. I whimpered as a sudden burst of pleasure flooded me, tightening my legs around him, and pulling him the rest of the way in. I heard his cry and his arms faltered. He landed on top of me, his face buried in the crook of my neck. "Ah... To-ya... don't move... "

"Oh god, Yuki... I don't think... you have to worry about that." His hands wandered all up and down me as my body adjusted to having him inside of me. The tearing pain slowly subsided, and my heartbeat returned to a somewhat more reasonable level. I wasn't breathing in hiccuping sobs anymore. I just felt... unbelievably full and almost fully content.

I moved tentatively under him, and shuddered at the sensation. He groaned when I did, and seemed to stir to life. "It's okay, To-ya," I said, running my long fingers through his soft hair. I sensed that he was moving as little as possible as he rose ever so slightly above me once again. "I'm yours," I whispered softly. He smiled, rocking forward slowly. I gasped as he did so, not having expected the painful jolt of pain and pleasure that shot through me. Another tear slid down my cheek, but I felt it being kissed away. "Gomen, Yuki."

"Don't you dare stop, To-ya... Oh, god, don't stop..."

"Hai," he said, smiling, and began to thrust slowly, tentatively within me. He'd risen up slightly, just enough so he could move. He rubbed past that pleasurable little spot inside me again, and I gasped, his name torn from my lips once again. The pain I'd felt before hadn't lessened a lot, but rather had blended with the pleasure to create something all together better. Each of his movements caused sharp little sensations, chills that filled me up, then emptied me out, and each thrust became a little more desperate. I wound my arms around him, gripping his shoulders, and realized he was still restraining himself to some remarkable degree. The strain of it showed upon his face.

"To-ya..." my voice came out as a groan. "To-ya, stop being so... careful... with me." I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and tightened my hold around him, forcing him to ram himself more roughly into me. He let out a harsh breath, and lifted my legs back onto his shoulders.

My hands were quickly and effectively pinned against the bed as I got my wish. He rolled me back so that he was kneeling over me, and thrust slowly, repeatedly, into me, drawing himself nearly all the way out, then forcing himself in quickly. I felt myself beginning to shake as I pushed back to meet those thrusts. A fine sweat had broken out over his body, and I could feel him beginning to falter.

I wasn't much better off. Something low in my stomach had tightened, and the cramping sensation from his deep thrusts was sharper. I was close. His head had dropped down, and his mouth was sealed over the place where my neck met my shoulder, biting there. It wasn't hard enough to break the skin, but I knew I'd have a mark there.

He made a particularly deep stroke, and I cried out, seeing stars. Every one after that had his me in just the right spot. I knew I'd be bruised when all was said and done, but I didn't care. I'd asked him for this.

He let my hands go, dropping his body closer to mine. One of his hands came up to cradle my face, while the other took hold of me and started to stroke me in time with his thrusts. My eyes closed quickly, and my head fell back against the pillows and his hand, my mouth opened in a silent cry.

"To-ya!" I breathed harshly. "I can't hold on..."

"Then let go." I cried out again. "Come for me, Yuki," he whispered, driving himself deep into my core. That pushed me over the edge, and I screamed, convulsing around his thick shaft. My muscles tightened, clamped down on him, and took him with me as I fell. I felt my wings shoot outward, nearly knocking my nightstand over. I didn't know when I'd acquired them, but when the waves of pleasure calmed, I was too spent to care.

I felt Touya shudder, felt his thick hot seed spill inside me, and then the comfortable press of his body on top of mine.

We lay there, winded, and I wrapped both my arms and wings around him. He was still inside me, and it seemed that he had absolutely no intention of moving, not that I wanted him to. I just cradled him in my arms, and placed a gentle kiss on his hair. "Arigatou, To-ya."

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