beautiful disaster - ch 3
Rating: M
Ship: Kyoru
Chapter 3/5: “I don’t mind.”
Tags: Fluff, Smut, Learning intimacy, Virgin Dorks, Post-Curse, Manga/Anime Spoilers
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It’d been a week since he and Tohru’s last… Well, whatever that was. It didn’t feel like… sex. Not that he didn’t want to have sex with Tohru. God, he did. But he wasn’t sure if she was ready for that. Was he ready for that? Whatever they were doing it was… It was intimacy, he guessed. The stolen glances and blushes they’d shared since those little escapades made his heart stutter in his chest.
Kyo wasn’t sure if Shigure knew exactly what was occurring…He was barely at the house these days, instead being at the main house with Akito. (Because leaving teenagers at home alone in a newly formed relationship was a great idea.) But Kyo was almost positive that Yuki knew. From the way that damn rat would clear his throat when Tohru gazed up at Kyo with those big, brown eyes like he hung the moon, Kyo could only assume the worst. He knew Yuki and Tohru had a different relationship. Yuki loved her, but not in the way Kyo did.
As if Yuki had the right to judge him! Kyo damn well knew that the bastard had already gotten laid before him. Pretty sure Yuki’s girlfriend was just as touch-starved as him.
(...As if Kyo wasn’t touch-starved as well…but that wasn’t relevant. Nope.)
There were times that Kyo was absolutely certain that Yuki was intentionally cock blocking him. Any moment Kyo got Tohru alone in her room or his, there was that damn rat knocking on the door. Asking some bullshit questions like if Tohru needed tutoring or if they just wanted takeout for the night. Ugh.
Despite that, Kyo still enjoyed every second he got to spend with the love of his life. She was like a puppy that followed him around every chance she got. At school, he’d usually hear the patter of her shoes running towards him before she even called his name. Holding her was… nice. It wasn’t something he was used to given the curse. He didn’t open his arms to give hugs or have a first instinct of wrapping his arms around her. But Tohru did. There were times she’d purposely sneak up behind and wrap her arms around his waist, face nuzzling into his back. The touch would send heat pooling inside him.
God, he wanted her. Wanted her so badly. In every sense of the word. But he was hesitant. Clearly, it was hard to have a moment alone recently. He didn’t want to force her into anything. Nor force himself. Kyo wanted to be ready for whatever the next step was. Besides, if her weirdo friends caught wind that he didn’t pleasure her properly, they’d probably skin him alive. Which he wasn’t really on board with.
Kyo had decided blowing off steam was the best course of action and figured helping his father teach a class at the dojo was a great way to do just that. When Tohru had insisted upon watching him, he wanted to argue. The thought of her sitting there watching him was kinda embarrassing… but he couldn’t say “no” after she had pleaded in such a soft tone.
Once the dojo was empty and Kazuma had wished them a good evening to go have dinner, he and Tohru were left alone in the room. Kyo felt chuckles bubble out of his chest as Tohru babbled praises about his teaching.
She sat on her knees, punching the air with horrible form as she attempted to mimic his efforts. “The movements were so quick! Like this and that!”
Kyo snorted and took a seat next to her, lifting a knee and resting his arm on it. “Maybe, you should leave the martial arts to me.”
“Yeah…” she laughed softly. “I’m probably not any good.”
Cocking a brow, he gave her a gentle smile. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
“Right! But not everyone can be as talented as Kyo,” she replied with a shrug.
“Now, you’re just trying to flatter me,” he scoffed.
Tohru smiled and scooted closer to him, putting her hand over his own that sat on the wooden floor. Her shoulder bumped his before he spoke again.
“Uh, I’m pretty sweaty so I might not–uh–smell the best.”
Humming, she gazed up at him. “I don’t mind.”
Kyo loved being with her like this. He loved that they could just talk . About anything and everything. But he also loved that all silence with her was comfortable. They took comfort in just being in contact with one another. Maybe, Tohru was a little touch-starved herself since her mother passed. He loved holding her hand, leaning on one another, gentle kisses to her head or cheek. She never stopped him… in fact her cheeks would just flush and she’d smile which made his heart flutter every time.
It took him a moment to realize… they were alone. Completely alone.
Maybe, Tohru had the same realization around the same moment. Her cheeks were rosy when she gazed up at him with pure adoration. Kyo immediately repositioned himself to hover over her and cupped her cheek, thumb running along her skin as he nearly closed the distance between them. He wanted to make sure she was okay with this. Kissing in a new environment, somewhere a little more risky than one of their bedrooms.
“Kyo…” she breathed.
That was all he needed to press his lips against her own. This kiss was chaste at first, as per usual for the two of them. But the kiss escalated quickly. Kyo slanted his lips against hers, his fingers threading into hair as her hands came up to caress his cheeks.
They’d never done this… Never acted in the heat of the moment. It was exciting and nerve-wracking all at once. But all Kyo felt was intense burning inside of him. A desire for her consumed him from the inside out. His free hand grabbed her waist, tugging her impossibly closer until she was on her knees in his lap. Heated making out while she straddled his waist was new too… but he wasn’t gonna complain at all. Detaching from her waist, he leaned weight back on his hand. Tohru leaned into him further, seeming to enjoy this new position of power over him. He’d let her do anything she wanted.
Kyo could feel the straining in his pants and idly wondered if Tohru could too. She’d already touched him before, felt this before. Surely, she knew what she was doing to him. Was she affected the same way?
He soon got his answer when she pressed against him. He could feel her warmth through her panties… Fuck… Thank God for skirts. Kyo did his best to encourage her, lifting his hips to meet hers. When she gasped against his mouth, it only egged on his actions.
“Kyo… Can I…?”
“Yeah, whatever it is. Yes.”
Well, Tohru grinding on him wasn’t exactly what he thought he was agreeing to, but when her hips rolled against him, he decided he was totally fine with it. Kyo detached from her to catch his breath, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her neck. She whimpered. His hand on her waist slowly traveled upwards, boldly cupping one of her breasts through her uniform. Fuck, he just wanted to touch her.
Tohru pressed core against him a little rougher in response, making him sigh at the jolt of pleasure that washed through him. Kyo didn’t know how he’d gotten so close so quickly. Maybe from being so pent up from Yuki’s constant interference. Shit, his whole being was on fire, filled with thoughts of Tohru. Just her. Just Tohru. But he couldn’t just cream his pants without getting her off. That just wouldn’t do.
He sat up quickly, planting his hands firmly on her ass, shocking Tohru with a yelp. Kyo grinded upward, making her release a pretty moan that took his breath away. He guided her hips, encouraging her movements to become more erratic. The small huffs and whines that bubbled past her lips told him she was getting closer and closer. Her lips were on his again when he felt her shudder against him. Her hips slowed, the friction lessening but it was enough for Kyo to join her in bliss.
“Fuck, I love you,” he signed.
Tohru pressed her forehead to his, panting in a failed attempt to catch her breath. “I love you, too.”
Holy shit, they just did that.
They just dry humped on the dojo floor.
And Kyo didn’t regret a single second of it…
Well, except maybe the mess in his pants but whatever.
