@incantat1ons, @sincantations: i am happy any day that i'm with you.
THE MORNING AFTER they’d reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, vestiges persisted within each of their beings. of course an emotion of such potency would last throughout the night. repose merely managed to subdue it a touch. now, it was not a source of energy for impassioned exertion, but rather, a gentle spur for awakening.
his eyes had opened in slits to a hazy vision. blinking in succession restored some clarity. then, he saw the curtain of violet before him, tresses cascading down her back. his mind brought context to the sight as the rest of his senses stirred. he felt that his arms were wrapped around a slender form, cocooned by his broad, muscular one. the only fabric that clothed him (and her, for that matter) was the blanket.
reminded of exactly why they were here, nanami’s love surged, threatening to drown him. his heart assumed a faster rhythm, while curved lips came apart to aid his breathing.
he lifted up and leaned forward to access her cheek, his mouth hovering. kisses descended slowly and landed softly on the swell of skin.
the onslaught continued until she roused with a desire for reciprocity. craning her neck, her mouth met his, and they shared a deep kiss. nanami savored her sweetness.
after they depleted each other’s lungs, they parted. panting in unison with her, mirroring her smile, all he could do was admire utahime. surprisingly, despite the depths of his sentimentality, he was at a loss for words. their physical expressions thus far had already spoken volumes. yet, she managed to make a declaration: breathy in sound, profound in meaning.
to be a constant reason for happiness was a great honor. especially for her. but while it spread warmth in his chest, it also twinged therein. the fondness lining his features didn’t cease, but it faltered. his gaze was still tender, but it had to be directed elsewhere for a moment.
though inadvertently, she blemished this dreamy scene. he badly wanted to believe her, but his awareness of reality was why he couldn’t. she was in his home, his bed, his embrace, but she wasn’t his. openly, somebody else claimed her, had unfettered access to her. whereas they had to be very specific when convening in order to maintain secrecy and avoid suspicion. he will always be second best.
guilt was ingrained in him. in these moments, it came in a strong pang. it’ll continue to prevail as long as he played a role in her duplicity. intimacy only put it in stasis.
it was one thing to recognize wrongdoing, it was another to rectify it. rectifying it here meant to keep away from her. but… the chemistry was just as palpable as it was years ago (or perhaps, even more so, because distance makes the heart grow fonder). and at that point in the past, they ended up a cautionary tale. a couple that once held promise, ruined by extenuating circumstances. currently, they were salvaging whatever possible under the current conditions. it wasn’t ideal, but addictive all the same. maybe someday he’d conjure the willpower to give her up. let her go. but not today.
making eye contact again, he returned his attention to the present. every private second with her was precious. he had to enjoy as much as he could before she’d have to get up and go. there was no telling when they’d be able to steal some time to themselves again.
he exhaled a heartfelt whisper, ❛ likewise. ❜
a state of bliss, body comfortable, sated. utahime is at her best, she thinks. soft aches inside are no matter. they serve as a molten memory of the love, the passion. years off and away pouring out of them in attempt to compensate for such lost time. her lips make soft contact with his shoulder, a kiss. tongue tracing the scabbing seams of slices left by her very fingernails. metal, sour on buds. eyes flicker up to his face, another kiss to his chin, ❛ promise? ❜
because while he is not a man of many words, utahime still seeks them. his reassurance. his love. his unwavering honestly. kento is of fresh air. she need him to breathe into her lungs, supply her with his truth. provide her with devotion. her heart is not a feeble organ in the slightest. sex is a grand display of loyalty and it may be an act she revels in, she cannot get off unless it matters. unless there is something real in every shared gasp, moan, clutch. being aroused is an easy feat when nanami is as attentive and forthcoming with his actions.
she shifts, slithering atop him as if the complete lack of skin to skin is unbearable. face tucks into his neck and a sprinkling of kisses follow. hands smooth up and down expanse of broad chest, fingers tinkering with the pebbled buds on his pecks. ❛ i love you. ❜ lips trail down, mouth encompassing a stiff peak and laving at it as her eyes remain trained on his face to gauge what makes his facial muscles twice and cheeks pinken. teeth the skim the nerves slightly as she pops off to return attention to the other, ❛ missed you so much. ❜
hips slide to and fro, folds caressing girth beneath her. she's moistening him easily, her own excitement seeping from her in sheer happiness of being so close. their intimacy is coveted. even though she is not his, her body and heart actively feel otherwise. nerves and muscles buzzing with the pavlov style eagerness for him. she scoots down, hips wiggling in the air and nuzzling the heavy sac of him between his legs.
animalistic in the way she inhales the musk and rolls the weight of them over eyelids and bridge of nose. she shivers, salivating as wet kisses are bestowed upon the flesh. she licks her wetness off his length, smiling happily in the act as it twitches against her tongue, ever swelling, ❛ can i i stay over again today? i'll be good. do anything you want. ❜



















