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“You need to relax.”
The comment was casual, offhanded. Nothing that Daiji hadn’t heard before from Kagerou, and especially common during those last few moments of his morning routine where she tried to convince him to stay home. This time, he had been zipping up his uniform jacket, mere minutes away from leaving his room and heading to work. She should know that, at this point, there was nothing that could convince him to stay home. Besides, Daiji couldn’t afford to just relax— being a Fenix captain was a demanding job, and one that required him to be alert at all times, even when he wasn’t at the base itself. He had company-mandated breaks and vacation days, which he rarely used unless his family was involved, and those were perfectly enough, thank you very much.
He had explained all of these things to Kagerou countless times, usually being met with a sigh and a huff, but she never did much else. The two had boundaries, and Kagerou was well aware that Daiji’s work was important to him. To jeopardize his job or put him in a position of losing his stature at Fenix would be unacceptable, and go far beyond the reasonable bounds of teasing and bullying that Daiji enjoyed. Her insistence on poking at him about the topic was as far as it typically went… but something about her tone felt a little different.
“I’m fine, Kagerou. I don’t ‘need to relax.’ I rest well enough at night, alright?” Daiji said, knowing full well it was only a partial truth. He had found his muscles to be unbearably stiff for the past few weeks, making a good night’s sleep an impossible task…But his personal comfort was irrelevant. There were more important things to worry about than Daiji’s back pain. Kagerou had always taken issue with that, insisting that he was just too spineless to stick up for himself and ask for any grace, and that with his feeble demeanor, he deserved to work himself to exhaustion, although they both knew it was part of her brusque way of communicating. This would be as normal a day as ever, with Kagerou’s protests nothing more than a buzzing in his ear until she eventually got bored of it.
But much to his disbelief, a sudden resistance emerged from inside his body. His limbs locked as he turned towards the door, holding him in place. For a moment, his mind lit up with panic, but those fears relaxed when he heard Kagerou’s short laugh. Sure enough, she was up to something. “Kagerou. What the hell are you doing? I have to get to work.”
“I called out,” she clipped in reply, and Daiji couldn’t stop his jaw from dropping, anger welling up in his chest. But before he had time to say anything in reply, Kagerou took control of his arm and firmly stamped Daiji on the chest, releasing her true form. Once she had left his body, his limbs relaxed, and Kagerou had to grab his arm to keep him from falling over, although her grip quickly shifted to his waist. Whether the redness of his cheeks was because of anger or embarrassment was… still up in the air. Still, Kagerou’s suave demeanor couldn’t distract from Daiji’s irritation.
He gently pushed at Kagerou’s chest and she released him without resistance, allowing Daiji to step back. “What do you mean, you called out?! My work is important, Kagerou, you know that. Not to mention, when did you even have the time to do that…?”
She stepped around him and sat down on the bed, crossing her legs with a smug expression. “Don’t get so fussy, I planned in advance. All you had to do today was paperwork, right? Well, I took care of it.” Daiji opened his mouth to protest, but Kagerou raised a hand to silence him. “Don’t forget that I have all your knowledge, and almost all of it was just copying numbers. Don’t pretend like your paperwork is hard.”
Daiji opened his mouth again. Kagerou gave him a look. He closed it.
“You have a month of paid vacation, and you never use any of it. One day won’t hurt, I guarantee you. And I’ve come up with a plan for the day. You won’t ruin all that, will you?” As tricky as she was, and as much was Daiji knew he was falling right into her trap… he couldn’t resist the sweetness of her voice or that gentle expression.
After a few moments of thinking, he gave in, sighing with a resigned expression. It really was near-impossible to convince Kagerou to divert from a plan once she had it in her head, and he had little reason to now that she had explained her preparations. It was oddly sweet, in a way… but there had to be a catch. He would have to investigate later, as Kagerou immediately took the initiative to take Daiji by the hand and not-so-gently tug at him, guiding him into her lap. “Come on, relax a little. You finally have a quiet day off. I know you’re addicted to your job, but you think too much about impressing everyone else.” Her tone was playful with a familiar biting streak, a mix that would sound rude to anyone other than Daiji, who was used to it. She was just… straightforward.
He had just spent a decent amount of time getting into his uniform and making sure it was pristine, but Kagerou was already unzipping his stiff jacket, tossing it aside and leaving him in his undershirt. “You look a lot better when you’re not being strangled by that ugly collar,” she murmured, brushing an appreciative hand over Daiji’s chest. He flushed in response, but remained silent, adjusting himself so he was more comfortable on her lap.
It was difficult not to fidget in anticipation— usually, when Kagerou took control like this, there was something she wanted from him… and he tended to be quite exhausted afterwards, albeit very satisfied. She rarely expressed any desire to cuddle or show skinship unless Daiji asked for it first, preferring to show affection through her actions. Everything she had done before implied that she would “help him relax” by pounding him into brainlessness. And yet, if she really did intend to take him off work just to fuck him all day, he doubted she would waste time simply holding him like this. Still, despite Daiji’s disbelief, Kagerou simply rested her head on his shoulder, arms lazily slung around his waist. Even if he didn’t quite understand where it was all coming from, he wouldn’t turn down this opportunity.
He leaned forward far enough to offset Kagerou’s balance, sending them both crashing back on the bed with Daiji on top. As anxious as he was about missing work, it was… nice. Kagerou was warm, his heartbeat slowly lowering to match hers. One and the same, two halves of the same soul. He could hear her breathing, feel it against his ear, curled black hair brushing against his cheek. For a moment, Daiji wondered if he’d sleep better like this, and he felt her smile against his skin before he saw it.
“So the great and powerful Fenix captain needs a cuddle to get to sleep at night.” Her tone was matter-of-fact, but it didn’t take a genius to feel the smugness underneath, poorly hidden by her grandiose word choice. Daiji groaned, ready to pull away, but Kagerou’s grip around his waist tightened. “No wonder you’ve been sleeping like shit. Denying yourself everything you need. What, a hug in bed is too embarrassing when I’ve made you squirt for me before?”
“Kagerou!” Daiji hissed, burying his face in the blankets. Logically, she was correct. Kagerou had seen every inch of him, inside and out, was familiar with the fabric of his very soul. What reason did he have to be shy? It would be nice… really nice. To have this warmth beside him, underneath him, above him. He was always worrying himself awake, stress about the day to come overwhelming him until exhaustion forced him to sleep. If someone else could occupy his mind instead, their body’s rhythm lulling him to sleep, he probably wouldn’t feel like hell in the mornings. Kagerou was listening to all of these thoughts, he knew that, but… it was easier to communicate this way, less embarrassing than relying on words that may fail him. As much as they fought, disagreed, and argued, their hearts were in tune now. He could rattle off all the little things he wished for for as long as he wanted.
Daiji got comfortable with his cheek pressed to the blankets and his face snug against Kagerou’s shoulder, an unusual sense of relaxation coming over him. He didn’t know how long he could stay this way without concerns of his duties bubbling back up in his mind, but even this little share of time was nice.
Eventually, he spoke up. “You said you had a plan for today. Was that just forcing me to skip work?” Despite his words, there was no venom— only a lingering softness, muffled by just how close he had pressed himself to Kagerou. He was almost surprised she had stayed still for this long, not one for taking things slow, but there was no unease or agitation coming from her either… she really was as satisfied as he was. He lifted his head a little to see her face.
“No. I have a timetable, actually. You’ve delayed us by twenty minutes.” Daiji suppressed the urge to apologize until he saw her sarcastic grin. “I have ideas. But only if you want them. This is your day to relax, because you won’t do it yourself.”
He considered that for a moment. Kagerou was unpredictable, capricious, and prone to succumbing to her own desires, unsurprising for a demon. But she also was unapologetically loyal when it came to doing what she thought was right for Daiji, no matter the circumstances. And it wasn’t as if he had anything better to do. Whatever weird sex she had in mind was just part of the territory.
“…Okay. Go ahead. You just have to stop when I tell you to stop.”
“Obviously.” Kagerou rolled her eyes and sat up, scooping Daiji up by the waist and dropping him on the bed on his back. Already leaning up to help, Daiji watched as Kagerou slipped his undershirt off and tossed it to the side, leaving him only in his binder and pants. The urge to cover his chest had gotten easier to suppress over time, given how frequently Kagerou would lay him bare and vulnerable, but they still always had their unspoken communication— Kagerou would look up at him with her fingers slipped under the hem, and only when he nodded did she strip off the offending garment, throwing it away with his shirt.
He expected her hands to immediately move to cup his tits, small as they were, but she smoothed over his collarbone instead, leaning down to press a kiss into his sternum. There was no bite afterwards, no teasing lick, no pinching at his nipples or squeezing them. Her lips tickled, sending a shiver through Daiji’s body, but after a moment of hesitation, he rested one hand in her dark hair. Kagerou rumbled appreciatively against his skin where she was slowly decorating his upper chest with kisses, delicate enough that her dark lipstick wasn’t wearing off yet. Her warmth directly against his skin felt different from usual. There was no sweat, no searing heat between their bodies or an itching desire for her inside him. She had captured all of the joy of an afterglow with none of the stickiness or exhaustion. Even as she moved down his chest, barely ghosting over his breasts, he felt less anticipation and more simple satisfaction. “I thought you liked going… fast and rough,” Daiji murmured, one arm comfortably rested at his side and the other chasing a lock of Kagerou’s hair. A gentle nip at the skin of his side made him squeak, but the soothing kiss placed there afterwards was calming enough that he didn’t feel surprised when Kagerou finally sat up, making eye contact again.
“What, I’m not allowed to try something different? Maybe I should just leave you here or take you back to work.” With a flip of her hair, she began to ease herself off the bed. A tug at her heart stopped her in her tracks.
“…Don’t forget, Daiji. I want it because you want it. I want to fuck you hard because you want to be fucked. I want to make you cum quick because you don’t want to waste time.
“We have the same heart. What do you want?”
Daiji paused, hesitant. Already, he was covering up again, one arm thrown over his face and the other over his bare chest. “…I can’t.”
“Can’t what?”
“I can’t… just say it like that.”
Kagerou clicked her tongue in irritation, but carefully held her words. It would ruin the whole plan if she messed this up. Pushing Daiji was one thing, but going beyond his limits entirely was another. Their communication had gotten much better over time, but that didn’t make them perfect, and Daiji was especially allergic to direct communication, while Kagerou was often too straightforward. “Try. Try, and I’ll reward you.”
She could see Daiji’s breath hitch, mouth opening a little, then shutting. She waited there for what must’ve been over a minute, sitting in silence while Daiji shivered. His thoughts were too jumbled up to make much sense of. Then, his hands began to shake. Alarmed, Kagerou got off the bed entirely.
“Listen, Daiji—“
“— I want you to take care of me.”
They both stopped, although Kagerou was more baffled while his host was more embarrassed. Daiji rolled onto his side, facing the wall, seemingly unable to make eye contact.
“I… want you to take care of me. Like when you were letting me lay on you,” he started, voice trembling ever so slightly. “And when you were kissing me. I liked that.” His heart filled in a bit more, the things he couldn’t quite put into words, or felt too embarrassed to express. He wanted to relax. He wanted the calm. He wanted the warmth. He wanted Kagerou’s skin against his. He wanted to feel good.
“Keep going,” Kagerou murmured, slipping back onto the bed and stroking Daiji’s hair.
“I like when you, um… when you make decisions for me. Because I know you won’t hurt me.” She nodded. Daiji swallowed nervously. “I like… feeling a little thoughtless. Sometimes, that is. It helps me relax from everything.” She could tell from the tension in his voice that even expressing this much was difficult for him. Such was the life of a people-pleaser. For a moment, she felt a surge of her own anger. Anger that he had been made to feel that his desires didn’t matter. Anger that he had taught himself that his work was more important than his personal well-being. But she could get all that out later.
Kagerou leaned down, nestling against Daiji’s side, hot breath on his neck. The next kiss on his nape was longer, deeper than her earlier pecks, leaving a faint black stain… yet the oily sensation only made Daiji’s chest feel lighter. “Keep talking,” she murmured again, tracing a finger over the curve of Daiji’s side. She’d have to get him out of those awful pants soon, but that could wait.
“I like when we… have sex.” Kagerou snorted— after so long, she certainly hoped he hadn’t started to dislike it— and Daiji gave her a dirty look. “I like when we’re together. When you’re, um, inside me. It feels good… but it also feels like we’re really close.”
“Yeah?”
“I like when you’re close to me. Sometimes I wish I could spend the whole day with you.”
“Do you want that today?”
Another lull passed while Daiji pieced his thoughts together, Kagerou waiting patiently with her fingertips drumming a gentle rhythm on his skin. Soft as always, though she could feel the tension under his skin, rigid frame always prepared for the next disaster. She would have to fix that.
“…Mm.” Daiji nodded, the movement hardly noticeable— she might have missed it if she wasn’t pressed so close to him, feeling the very rhythm of his breathing. He wriggled, then turned over, finally meeting Kagerou’s eyes again with gentle vulnerability. He always resembled a sad puppy, moments like these more than others. Usually, it was amusing. Now, it just made her want to see him melt.
With little fanfare, Kagerou sat up and adjusted Daiji so he was laying down on his stomach in the center of the bed. Enough room for both of them to move around. “Okay. I’ll take care of you, then. All day.” There was a sense of seriousness to her voice, a resolute tone that Daiji rarely heard her use. He blushed, feeling his pants slip down his thighs with every expectation that Kagerou would remove his boxers next… but she didn’t.
Daiji blinked in surprise, head nestled against his crossed arms as Kagerou’s hands came to rest on his back. The cold of her jewelry was shocking against warm skin, but not so unpleasant as to be intolerable, and he couldn’t help but wonder just what she had planned. Before he could turn over to ask, he felt a sudden pressure, almost painful. He gasped but remained still. After a few moments, Kagerou continued.
With each deft movement of her hands, it felt like the very strength was being worked out of his muscles. Daiji groaned, almost involuntarily— a little too long passed before he realized Kagerou was giving him a massage. Although she wasn’t necessarily skilled at it, her force pushing him down into the mattress, the tension melted out of his body, its effects rippling through his muscles. Daiji had known he was stiff, his muscles in fairly poor shape, but he had hoped that it would just go away after enough nights of sleep, though it never did. Kagerou, however, took a more direct route, as she had a penchant for doing. The sensation shifted back and forth between painful, pleasurable, and strange, and Daiji buried his face in his arms to muffle the (frankly embarrassing) noises escaping him.
Dear god, he was being exorcised. Not of a demon, he couldn’t get rid of her even if he wanted to, but of an ever-present tightness beneath his skin..
“Oh god, Kagerou…” he whimpered, clutching at the sheets. A quick fuck was orgasmic, fulfilling, something that fogged up his brain and satisfied him for the rest of the day— a rough night together would stay in his thoughts for a week and tide him over through boring meetings and hours of tedious work, albeit a little distracting. And it wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy these. If he didn’t like having his brains fucked out (and wasn’t embarrassed about it) then Kagerou probably wouldn’t enjoy it much either. But this was melting his brain in a unique way.
Kagerou’s hands shifted from his shoulders to his back, then his lower back, one particularly satisfying push making him whine and jolt before relaxing back into the bed, limp. A mix of satisfaction and soreness set in, and although Kagerou’s movements were slightly clumsy, she worked with confidence and gentle hand, fingernails grazing against Daiji’s bare skin. The sensation made him shiver, and he could practically hear her smirking from behind him. There was no disguising his goosebumps, nor the satisfied heave that escaped him when Kagerou punched *something* out of him, he wasn’t quite sure what it was, and rested her hands on his waist.
“Did you mind that?” She leaned in next to his ear, voice delightfully smooth as she drew circles on his hip with her thumb. Daiji felt too dazed to even respond and simply leaned his head against hers and grasping around in the sheets looking for a hand to hold. Kagerou gladly obliged, pulling one hand away from his waist and slipping it up to intertwine their fingers. Daiji squeezed them firm, even if his position was a little awkward— facedown with one hand palm-up— and simply relished in the familiar warmth of Kagerou’s hand in his. Their hands fit together perfectly as if puzzle pieces, snapping into place with none of the ceremony or violence of a magnet, only making a complete picture if the two of them are together. There were no strange gaps, no discrepancies in size or width of their palms.
Kagerou is so beautiful. She always has been.
“That means that you’re beautiful too, Daiji. I’m half of you, after all.” She let go of Daiji’s hand, much to his groaning protest, but rested them in his hair instead, massaging his scalp. “If I had an ugly, boring host… they wouldn’t be getting this treatment from me.” It wasn’t a lie either. Even if Daiji was flawed, a wimp, and a loser, he was HER flawed wimpy loser. It was part of his appeal anyways. and HER host deserved it. Kagerou gently worked a knot out of Daiji’s hair, one that he somehow missed during his morning routine— he must’ve been too tired to even see it— and tucked a few locks of his bangs behind his ears. Not a lot of his face or his hair were visible in his current position, but what part of those bangs she could get her hands on were just as soft as she remembered. Thanks to her demanding shampooing and conditioning routine, of course. When you look your best, you feel your best.
With a groan of effort, Daiji rolled over to meet Kagerou’s gaze. She paused when she saw the look on his eyes, cautious, a little pensive. He was clearly trying to say something, but it always took a moment for him to gather his thoughts, still not one to make requests directly.
“Can you take your clothes off? At— at least your shirt.” The words rolled out before he could get nervous and stuff them back in, dropping his head over to avoid the eye contact previously held.
There was a brief, quiet rustling of fabric, then a much louder one with the clink of a metal. It only took Daiji a few moments to look over, but Kagerou had already taken her gauzy top and black slacks off, adjusting her hair back into place after it was displaced by her removal of the shirt. Although she kept her earring and rings, the bracelets and necklace were on the floor with the rest of her clothes.
Daiji frowned. He’d have to fold those later.
“Hey, I’ll do it this time.”
He didn’t trust that. Kagerou was terrible at folding laundry. She always just tried to arrange the sleeves of shirts and legs of pants into letters to spell swear words.
Unlike Daiji, who wore plain undergarments for practicality and embarrassment, Kagerou wore the same charcoal-black lingerie set that she usually did, straps running around her hipbones and upper thighs. She may have only been wearing simple calf-high socks with their own garter, but her bare thighs were more enticing to him this way anyhow, and Kagerou knew exactly what Daiji wanted. It always took his breath away, the contrast of pale skin against dark fabric and the slight bulge of her skin against the straps. Kagerou had always pointed out that he would look nice in something this elaborate, but it wouldn’t suit him… and if he got injured on the field and needed his clothes to be cut, it would be rather awkward. The same didn’t apply to his demon, who slid into everything she wore as if it were a shadow that she simply belonged in.
By the time he realized just how long he had been looking, Kagerou had already started looking at him with a bemused expression, kneeling on the bed. He jolted back to attention and cleared his throat. Right, he had done this for a reason, not just to ogle, although that had helped too. Again, Kagerou scolded him for complaining so often of the appearance of his own body when the two were both beautiful, simply with different charms. Daiji would ignore that for now— it was a conversation they had had a few hundred times, and it certainly wouldn’t be any different this time.
“It’s softer this way. And I think you look nice too,” Daiji mumbled, sitting up to eye-level and taking her hand again. Again, the cold of her rings startled him, but he would take that startle a million times over if it meant the eventual warmth of her palm. Kagerou’s lips curled up into that familiar smirk of hers and she scooped Daiji up with her free hand— Fenix training really did a person good when it came to strength training, and Kagerou had it even better with her unique physique— politely positioning him to straddle her lap so that the delicate fabric of her lingerie grazed against his skin when he moved too close. When she squeezed his hand, he squeezed back, tucking his head into her collarbone. If he wanted to get much closer than this without slipping down her thighs, he’d have to wrap his legs around her.
…That thought can cum later— COME later.
Linking her other hand with his so they were both connected, Kagerou leaned forward and kissed him, gentler than usual. Kagerou’s affection tended between the chaste and the fiery, with things either being brief and leaving him wanting more or with Daiji getting drool and marks all over his face and neck in the process. But this was softer, more like the way Daiji initiated, slow and steady. She parted her lips towards his until he opened with a soft breath, sighing towards hers. They hit an equilibrium fairly quickly, a soft exchange of affection that Daiji relished in and Kagerou found herself enjoying much more than she expected. Kagerou’s dark lipstick began to smudge over the both of their lips and chins, although they didn’t notice with their eyes closed, and neither would mind even if they did. The privilege to mark Daiji with Evil’s black was one that she always enjoyed… and it added to how debauched Daiji looked at the end, covered not only in sweat and bite marks, but in her makeup as well.
Daiji’s breaths quickened over time, and that was Kagerou’s signal that she was allowed to proceed, gently digging her nails into his hands and kissing him with more fervor. Daiji seemed willing, if not excited, to accept her, seeming less surprised and more like he was anticipating this particular development. The more he drank deep of her, the more relaxed his shoulders seemed to grow until he was nearly slack in her lap, hypnotized by all of the possibilities in the gap between their bodies. If he didn’t know better, he may have been persuaded that Kagerou was some sort of succubus instead, sent to seduce him away from his work protecting the city. But Kagerou wasn’t some entity who had done this to others and would do it again after she was done, no, Kagerou was his and his only. A surge of joy and protectiveness and possessiveness all at once swept through him. By the time he could finally force himself to pull away, chin messy and hair tousled— ah, he had let go of her at some point and she had anchored her own hands in his hair— his head spun. Every breath tasted like…. The faint trace of a million things he thought he’d left behind. The sports drink and protein shakes he favored during kendo. The sips of beer he’d taken with his friends late at night. Cheap canned coffee that kept him going on long nights of studying, even if he hated the taste. Then, all at once, something intoxicatingly Kagerou. Her sweet lipstick and something much richer underneath. He briefly entertained the idea of trying some lipstick for himself, if only to emulate that feeling.
“We can make that happen,” Kagerou murmured, pulling his desires deep from his heart. “I think you’d look pretty in it. Maybe in a soft pink color.” She, too, was a bit disheveled, but always seemed more composed than Daiji did, no matter how much of a mess she was. Perhaps he’d feel a stab of envy if it weren’t for the fact that he was much more occupied with Kagerou’s fingers running up and down his side. “A full makeover, if you want. I can give you another massage sometime? Put some makeup on you, take you shopping for new clothes. I’ll take care of you all day, just like this.” As she spoke, she leaned in close to Daiji’s ear, kissing just below his jaw. Normally, her taunting tone would bring about that feeling of indignation he was used to, though it was simply part of how they interacted. This time, he sighed in satisfaction.
“I don’t think I’d look good in makeup.” Kagerou scoffed in response.
“I beg to disagree. You look good covered in mine.” Daiji flushed, trying to wipe the lipstick off his face with the back of his hand but pulling away with nothing gained except a faint black stain on his knuckles. He might have been a little embarrassed at his own state, even if he could only imagine from past experience what he looked like, but he loved seeing Kagerou like this.
Judging by her expression, she felt the same about Daiji.
Although she seemed more than content running her fingers along his torso and its wiry muscle, honed over years of exercise, they eventually came to rest splayed on his hips, still covered in his boxers. Daiji leaned in closer, allowing her to peck kisses all about his jaw and neck down to his collarbone, to which Daiji could only hum— and squeak when she surprised him with a tiny bite, another kiss as her silent apology. And in his own assent, Daiji placed his hands on her chest, fingers ghosting over her nipples where they rested underneath the pearly black gauze of her bra. The heat and taste of her kiss, the warmth of her bare skin and her hands on his body were growing to be too much for him to handle.
“Kagerou, I—“
“I’ve got you.”
Breathing a gentle sigh, Kagerou leaned forward to make it easier for Daiji to unlatch her bra and set it aside. As beautiful as the lace was, he adored brushing his fingers over her pierced nipples. They just so happened to match his own— although he didn’t remember getting them, so he knew the culprit of that— and to have them always hidden was disappointing, as embarrassing as it was to admit it. Kagerou laughed at his train of thought, but was hardly one to deny any of his wishes. So, she leaned back and arched her chest towards Daiji, allowing him to climb forward. “You can look and touch as much as you want.”
For a moment, it was like he couldn’t breathe, trying to push through the haze that suddenly came over his mind. But when he managed, he cupped Kagerou’s small breasts in his hands, their pale and soft weight resting in his palms. As always, it was addicting, the heat of her skin; embarrassingly, Daiji caught himself thinking about her subtle scent as well, something dangerous and indescribable, but more familiar than anything else. Like coming home. Coming home to her, coming home to ecstasy, coming home to bed, coming home to her hand resting on top of his head, telling him “good job, Daiji. You’re doing really good. Does this feel good? Are you happy?”
He could only nod open-mouthed as he brushed his thumbs over her nipples, ignoring the shock of cold metal against his fingers. Kagerou sighed, pleased, and he ached to pull more of those sounds from her.
“Mm… Remember, Daiji? This is for you. You aren’t doing this to pleasure me. You’re doing things you want to do.”
Daiji paused, hands having stopped in place. With the tenseness in his shoulders, a wave of concern washed over Kagerou as she wondered if she went too far, if she said something wrong. Right now, his heart was cloudy, a tinge of anxiety coating his pleasure. She wasn’t quite sure what she might have said, but—
“… It makes me happy when I get to hear you like this.”
His head was tucked low in embarrassment, clearly having forced the words out.
“I don’t usually— when you’re fucking me, you’re usually talking. Or I can’t hear you very well over… myself, or…”
(The slap of Kagerou’s hips slamming into him. Each loud, wet thrust. Saliva building up around the cock in his mouth. The ringing in his ears or the pounding of his heart.)
He didn’t need to speak. Judging by her grin, visible when Daiji glanced up, Kagerou knew what he was thinking.
“Anyways, it lets me know that you feel good too. Not just when you’re doing whatever you want to make yourself good, but that I’m capable of… making you feel good too. I like this.” His hands slipped away from her breasts, their slightness resting back against her torso, and it felt almost unbearably cold all of the sudden without him touching her that lovingly.
Kagerou pursed her lips, grabbing the discarded bra still lying on the bed and tossing it to the side. She wouldn’t stand for such behavior. He would not stand down from something that he was enjoying, absolutely not.
“Then I’ll tell you exactly what I like. And I’ll let you hear me. Got it?”
Daiji’s mouth gaped, but he managed a nod, fidgeting around on the bed. He returned to his ministrations, now kneading her breasts in his hands.
“Your hands are nice and warm, Daiji. They always are. I like seeing them when I’ve painted them, but you take such good care of your hands that they’re nice to look at no matter what. I like them in your gloves too,” she crooned, and Daiji flushed.
“Don’t say embarrassing things…”
“I can’t help it. Your reaction is always funny”
Daiji huffed, smoothing his hands down her torso. The scars and marks that mirrored his own had always been satisfying to touch, making him feel much better about his own blemishes… and if she still looked beautiful with them, smiling, then maybe they weren’t so bad. He had fallen in love with Kagerou’s pink nipples, perky and looking out to him. It just wasn’t fair, the sight of her leaning back on the bed with her chest a gift to him. Just for him, something no one else would touch. Kagerou was his.
He grabbed her waist roughly enough that Kagerou raised an eyebrow, but her face quickly settled into a toothy grin as he grazed his teeth against her collarbone. With his face buried in her chest, he wrapped his lips around her nipple— perhaps it was a little strange, but she tasted of salt and sweat and familiarity— and she bathed in the feeling of his hot breath, stroking his hair up and down.
“Oh, Daiji… You look so pretty from this angle.” Emboldened, Daiji dug his nails into Kagerou’s skin. “Your mouth is always good… you know how much I like fucking it, right?”
He groaned around her breast, pressed himself as close to her as he could, and pulled away to speak.
“Did you want me to…?”
Kagerou shook her head, stroking her fingers through his hair. “No. I like you right where you are. You don’t do things like this often.” With a grin, she dug her fingers into his locks and dragged him back close to her breast. “Thank you. Do you like my tits?”
He flushed hard at her word choice, her mouth curling up amusedly in response. “You’re doing all this and it takes a single word to embarrass you? I thought you liked this kind of thing, Daiji. You do, don’t you? Come here. I know you want to.”
He buried his head between her breasts, earning another laugh from Kagerou, but she was interrupted when Daiji began rolling his thumbs along his nipples, making her exhale with satisfaction. And when he actually tugged at them, biting at the flesh of her collarbone and upper chest, she gave a small gasp.
“Oh, fuck—! Okay, okay… Okay…”
He had always wanted to reduce her to a mess, but never had the opportunity. But this wasn’t enough for either of them.
He pulled away, gasping, hands still on her chest. “Kagerou, please,” he started in between breaths. “I need you. I want both of us to— I need— I just…“
Once she had collected herself, she smiled, taking Daiji’s hands. Her expression once again had that wicked edge to it, and Daiji couldn’t help but wonder what she might have planned, but he was a little clouded by the warmth, and the sensations, and her, and he just surrendered into her grip with no resistance.
She eased him back onto the bed, tucked between his legs with one hand still on his hip and one snaking towards Daiji’s inner thigh, him cooperating by lifting one of his legs up and resting it on her shoulder. He was already wet, not quite dripping, but damp enough to leave a stain on his boxers and start showing through. And while Kagerou was eager as hell to get her mouth on that, it would have to wait a bit longer. Instinct guided her to grope Daiji’s ass, made lean and strong by work, but still soft. She’d been asked ‘tits or ass’ before when wielding Daiji’s body around seedy joints and sex shops— he enjoyed the thrill and the humiliation as long as she was careful enough to not get caught— but it was impossible to choose. Not with Daiji.
“Kagerou!” he hissed, embarrassed. Kagerou could only grin back, having let that thought leak through to him on purpose. Either way, the two were entangled now, and both of them seemed to be itching to get closer. Kagerou drew her hand steadily from his hip, to his thigh, all the way to his knee where it hooked at his shoulder and gave his skin a delicate kiss, massaging the muscle nearby. His bruises from recent days would need more attention, and they decorated his calves. She knew that the padding on his chest did fairly well when it came to protecting his upper body, But if Kagerou was there, oh… there would be no survivors on the other end, civilian or not. Not when Daiji is hers to mark and hers alone.
She’d make him better. All better.
A hint of anger disturbing her patience, she bit at his lower thigh. Gentler than usual, but still open-mouthed and Daiji could clearly see that anger on her face with the way his mouth tightened. “K-Kagerou, hey!” he yelped, breath quickening even as her hungry eyes seemed to calm. Her breath was hot on his skin, too hot, and he ached for it to be lower, lower, wanting Kagerou’s mouth to slip down his thighs and come towards his hole instead. She was unfairly good at that.
Instead, she grazed her teeth along a few more stretches of skin on the way and lifted her head completely, hands on Daiji’s waistband and searching for a nod.
At Daiji’s silent approval, she dragged his boxers down his thighs, a small string of wetness connecting them to his pussy, and tossed them aside with the rest of Daiji’s clothes. The sight of his bare body was always a marvel, but seeing him so eager and restless and yet so soothed was a unique experience. Daiji rarely asked for things. Needing nothing was embedded into his way of thinking. His work, the way he wanted others to perceive him— oh, it was all about giving. never taking. When Kagerou pounded him so hard that he squirted around her cock all up her chest and he trembled uncontrollably afterwards, soaking in everything she had to give and more, that was only her digging in to find his most shameful desires. The things he was afraid of. This was so… pedestrian, really, that Kagerou hadn’t dwelled on it. This sort of slow process, that is. She fucked as she did most things— aggressively, roughly, snidely, and according to Daiji’s wishes. And yet, seeing him fall apart in her fingers this way was also something Daiji desired… a different sort of appeal from seeing him wordless in a supply closet, unable to move.
With him finally fully exposed, she had the freedom to trace her fingers over the slit in between his puffy labia, making his hips twitch and shiver He was already swollen with excitement, a distinct stickiness against Kagerou’s fingers that said more than enough about his mood. “Such a pretty color,” she murmured, leaning close to his thigh with a few more kisses. But there was only so far she could bend to touch without accidentally pushing Daiji up the bed or sliding down lower on the bed. “You’re so pretty that I want to see you even more. We can come back here later.”
He trusted her. She would take care of him. So he relaxed his muscles and let her do as she wished, gladly submitting to her plans. Slipping Daiji’s leg off her shoulder, she laid him back down on the bad and laid beside him. He curiously rolled onto his side to face her. It was easy enough to distract him with a hot kiss… and slide a hand in between his thighs until he let out a delightful little gasp into their opened mouths. Daiji was impatient, now, eager for the tension between them, and chewed at Kagerou’s lips while she teased his pussy, alternating between only barely ghosting over it and running over the surface once, twice, never going inside. He couldn’t stop himself from moving, whining into her mouth and tangling his hands in her hair. Who was she to not oblige him? With less force as usual, but just as much finesse, Kagerou slipped a finger inside— starting with one was easy enough with how wet Daiji was. More importantly, it was enough to make him sigh, refreshed, while Kagerou gently worked it inside, opening up his hole and massaging the walls. Part of her ached to be inside him herself, but that would have to wait too. Daiji mouthed at her jaw and neck until she leaned down and gave him the attention he wanted, recapturing his lips in a kiss a slight sloppier than before, now full of Daiji’s lust. And for every push from his side, she reciprocated, chasing him for a bite when he pulled away to breathe, kissing him harder, letting him pull her around with his hands in her hair. Tender together, yes, but delicate was not a word to adequately describe either of them.
Kagerou slipped another finger inside, each movement slow and deliberate. Thankfully, she always kept her pointer and middle nails trimmed for this purpose. While she dragged against his walls in movements that made Daiji’s hips twitch and her wrist fluidly glide, he pulled her along in the same way he pulled on her cock or a plug. Fucking was fucking, Kagerou was Kagerou, and if it was her, he wanted it, whatever she could give to him. And she had still been lifting his jaw, cupping his cheek with her free hand, lavishing him with kisses until he couldn’t breathe, but when Kagerou’s fingers scissored apart inside him, he had no choice but to pull away. It wasn’t as if the sensation was new to him, but the shiver it sent up his spine— and the expression he saw on his beloved demon’s face when she leaned away from him— were enough to make it feel like the first time all over again. While Kagerou looked on affectionately, lipstick thoroughly smeared to the point where her bitten lips softly cherry red were showing through, Daiji let his head rest back against the pillow, arms reaching for another pillow and tucking it against his chest to hug.
“You’re-“ a quicker thrust of her fingers inside- “fucking-“ a flick of her wrist- “adorable, you know that, Daiji?” She ignored the way he whined, legs twitching at the unexpected brief onslaught of sensation. She just couldn’t help herself, seeing him like this, and she knew he liked the unpredictability anyways, always asking her to surprise him when it came to her plans. She grinned, still not unkind, but more wickedly than before. Old habits die hard, it seems, until a few moments passed and she soothed her brief excitement. Seeing him completely submit to her, wordless on the mattress, she reached in a bit deeper, gently pressing around his walls until he arched and squeezed the pillow tighter.
“Oh—! There!” He pushes back into her fingers, pressing hard against his g-spot for only a moment until she pulls her hand out. Immediately, the emptiness is too much, and he reaches to grab her wrist to pull her back inside. After all, she said this was his day to relax and have whatever he wanted. Instead, Kagerou withdrew entirely, leaving a cold space between them. Easily pulling away from Daiji’s trembling grip, Kagerou grabbed his hips, propping him up against the headboard. “Hey!” His pussy twitched, aching to grip onto something and still dripping wet with his slick. Absentmindedly, he considered covering the bed with a towel so they wouldn’t have to do more laundry and wash the sheets, but it was too late. Besides, he wanted to be fucked. Now.
For a moment, he wondered if this was another one of Kagerou’s games. Times where she would toy with him until he almost came and then leave him there, helpless. She laughed, not at all dispelling his fears, but when Daiji next looked, she was kneeling on the bed rather than leaning over him or sitting up. “I’m going to make you cum as many times as you want, Daiji. I’ll do whatever you like today.” Tapping her fingers down his toned sides, making a mess on one with her hand still covered in his pre, she came to rest her hands on his hips and pulled towards her until she sat between his legs with his spread around her. “Just stay right here and relax.”
Only so much ‘relaxing’ could elapse before he realized Kagerou’s plan, what with her shuffling down and flattening her body to the bed. Without thinking, he opened his legs wider, awaiting her. Whenever Kagerou ate him out, the praise she lavished on him about the taste and look of his pussy was positively addicting, not to mention how good it felt when she was usually reaching as deep inside him as she could with her tongue while grazing his clit with her teeth and maybe fingerfucking one of his holes too if she was in the mood. Kagerou lowered her head, so close that Daiji couldn’t help but shiver at the sensation of her eyelashes fluttering against his inner thigh, her hair brushing against him. First came her finger, just one this time, and he immediately felt a sense of relief just being a little more full. And, not one to disappoint, she followed with her tongue, nosing against his clit. There always came a sense of euphoria when Kagerou was eating him out— all of her attention was on touch, not smarmy backtalk. And he loved when she so insistently pushed and shoved him, but this was undeniably good. She had no hesitations when it came to getting messy, judging by the way his slick glistened on her chin and mouth when she pulled away to breathe. At first, it had embarrassed Daiji, wondering why she would bother to dive in so sloppily when she would please him either way. Part of it was surely related to the fact that it was hilariously easy for her to humiliate him with it. But today, she had an answer.
“Why wouldn’t I?” she murmured, her hot breath against Daiji’s pussy making his thighs twitch. “I don’t do things halfway. Especially not for you.” She looked up towards Daiji, eyes half hidden by her lashes, and her expression when she licked her lips clean made him go weak.
Whether it was in combat or in daily life, Kagerou was never one to hold back, and she knew that Daiji could handle everything she threw at him… so perhaps it was part of her expression of love that she enjoyed overwhelming him. Of course, this time… he deserved the attention, didn’t he?
And she didn’t mind making a mess much, really. She meant what she said, after all… and she wanted to taste every inch of him. Every inch, searching deeper into him as she adds another finger and curls them upwards.
Daiji squealed, one leg spasming at the brief press against his g-spot. To make matters more intense, Kagerou sucked at his clit, pulling her fingers out to go directly in with her tongue. Muffling the sounds with the pillow in his shaking arms, Daiji couldn’t help but moan, a heat in his core. Kagerou didn’t help when she massaged his thighs with her free hands, stroking towards his inner thigh. The wet, filthy sounds of her tongue inside him made him burn with arousal until he couldn’t help but close his shaking thighs around her face. The rumble of her laugh against him was its own unique sensation, and he twitched, kicking one leg as if telling her to continue.
“Keep going. Please. Please.” he said weakly, head tilted back— he had to hide his expression from Kagerou, his bitten lips and squeezed-shut eyes.
“Of course.” She gently pushed his legs apart and propped herself up on her knees between them, rubbing circles on his entrance and barely dipping inside. “Let me take a look at you.”
Hesitantly, Daiji looked to her, making eye contact. It was far too striking.
“Good. You’re so… what are you feeling today?”
It took him longer than he would’ve liked to catch on. The sensation of her fingertips just slightly entering him was distracting. “Oh. Either is fine.”
“You’re so pretty, Daiji. Why do you think I manifested in your reflection? In mirrors?”
His face scrunched up. “To force me to confront you, as far as I remember.”
“Okay…” she forced out, snorting, “but I wanted to compare you to me. To look at you.” Kagerou grinned, perhaps wickedly or perhaps happily— it was difficult to tell much of the time. “Sometimes I can’t stand how handsome you are, and then you deny it. You say that I’m pretty, but you aren’t, as if I wasn’t born from a piece of you.” Daiji looked away, embarrassed, and Kagerou gently took his chin to redirect it back forwards. “Really, Daiji. Someone strong needs to be confident. I’m here to help you get there. Don’t disappoint me.”
“Kagerou—“
“Praise yourself.”
He paused, more flustered than he was when Kagerou was talking. Before he could even question it, she nodded, urging him to speak. Even if he took a while to think, she would wait, just barely pleasuring his pussy all the while. Even if that might have been throwing him off a little bit. Watching his chest rise and fall, breath hitching and expression faltering, was so very worth it.
“I like… my… arms? When I was in kendo, I worked on them a lot.”
On the same side as her free hand, Kagerou took Daiji’s arm and kissed it from the wrist up to his shoulder. He looked down at her, eyes widening, and she only smirked in response.
“Well? Keep going.”
“…I like that they’re properly toned. I’ve never had trouble lifting things. I still work out, but even when I… felt bad during training to join Fenix, seeing everyone bigger and taller than me, I still felt strong— Oh!”
Without warning, Kagerou slipped inside and curled a finger against his g-spot. She met his startled expression with another smile and nodded, encouraging him to continue.
“…I’ve been getting used to my chest? I used to hate it. And I still don’t want people to see. But they don’t make me any less of a man,” he forced out, shivering. That one was more difficult to come to terms with, and Kagerou kissed him on the space between his breasts. “Now, when I see myself naked when I’m with you, it turns me on again. I think I look a little hot.” Kagerou wrapped her mouth around one nipple and sucked, grazing it with her teeth and pulling a gasp out of him. So that’s how she was playing…
“And— you said it before? I like my hands. I’ve always worked really hard on my grip strength, and… I think it paid off?”
“Don’t be so hesitant.”
“…It paid off,” Daiji whispered.
Kagerou looked up at him through her lashes. Despite the mess that the rest of her makeup was in, they looked just as dark and elegant as always. “Speak up.”
“It paid off,” he said, louder, but no steadier. She wouldn’t push him any more on that. Kagerou took his hand and kissed each knuckle, grazing them with her teeth before she descended back down between his thighs and sucked hard on his clit. Daiji moaned, but in between half-coherent thoughts… would Kagerou keep rewarding him if he kept complimenting himself?
Kagerou returned to her steady pattern, pumping in and out, with her tongue laving over the rest of the surface until abruptly, Daiji spoke.
“I think the suit looks good on me,” he said nervously. Kagerou pulled away to look up at him, surprised, but that only lasted a few moments before she smiled smugly. “It makes my shoulders look… broader?”
She proved his hypothesis true when each finger dragged against his g-spot on the way out now consistently. His eyes rolled back.
“Ah- ah!” His attempt to say more was interrupted several times, but he chose to forge through. “I like that I can work hard.”
Kagerou laughed. “Oh yeah? That’s part of the problem.”
Daiji threw his arm over his eyes, sighing. He had heard that many times over, but… if it weren’t for him having that issue, he wouldn’t be in bed with Kagerou right now. “I— I like that I can help people. And have people finally see me as my own person.”
Kagerou spread her fingers, scissoring them apart on every thrust. His chest heaved with each shaky breath. “My voice, I like it…! It’s good! People always tell me I sound calm, and I’m happy with how it’s gotten over time!”
With that, Kagerou went in on his clit, and it was all Daiji could do to just hold himself together. He didn’t want to cum so soon, ending like this.
“I- I like- you, I like you!” His abs tensed and he cried out, going limp after one, two, three more spasms. Kagerou guided him through it, slowly withdrawing and stroking his hip with her thumb. Musing to herself, she sucked and licked at her fingers to clean them, and Daiji could only watch open-mouthed once he lifted his arm. She was making the sloppiest, loudest noises possible to get his attention, after all, licking her lips and dragging her fingers along her chin and cheeks as well to collect all of Daiji’s slick.
Seeing his reaction, she laughed at him. “Oh, by the way… was that a confession? You like me, Daiji…?”
He looked at her sourly. “Kagerou…”
She only stuck her tongue out in response and laid down next to him, tucking her head in his shoulder. The afterglow was always enjoyable… when Kagerou was there, at least. When she was just giving him a quick fuck or trying to embarrass him in public, then he’d get none of that attention. But, in times like these, she’d give him all that attention. If there was any time to indulge, perhaps it was then when Kagerou seemed so willing to grant his wishes. He felt like a bit of a mess. With the stickiness between his legs and the sweat over his body pasting his hair to his forehead, he wouldn’t want to be anywhere near himself. But Kagerou didn’t seem to mind, nestling close to his side.
He wouldn’t mind laying with her for the rest of the day, really. A few days off like that wouldn’t be so bad if he had the time to be able to afford taking time off like that. Kagerou gave him a look at that particular thought, but opted not to say anything. Might as well keep the peace for a little while longer, at the very least.
Still, Daiji had one more thing in mind for them.
He hummed, turning his head to look at Kagerou. The idea of leaving her side or taking and not giving in return sounded absurd. “You haven’t came yet.”
“I don’t mind,” she shrugged, tracing a finger over Daiji’s chest. He shivered, but took her hand and kissed across her knuckles. While Kagerou was convinced that he was just showing her affection again, he took two of her fingers into his mouth and sucked, drawing them out only after Kagerou’s eyes widened.
“I want you to.”
Pausing momentarily, Kagerou cleared her throat and propped herself up on her elbow, capturing Daiji in a deep kiss. He tasted a bit of himself, the salt and the heat and the distant sweet tang, but he tasted Kagerou more than anything, opening his mouth to let her in until she rolled over on top of him, merciless in her affections. If he wanted her to cum, that’s what he would get— after all, today was all about him.
At this point, her cock was glistening with a mixture of precum and sweat, only adding to the mess between Daiji’s thighs. By the end of this, the sheets would need a thorough wash, as would the blankets, and they’d both need a bath. But focusing on those frivolous things when she had Daiji below her, spreading his legs and holding himself open to let her inside, was just wasteful.
Daiji’s pretty pink pussy was always a sight to behold. His clit, now throbbing impatiently for more attention, was almost enough to distract her entirely. Kagerou delighted in the way slick dribbled from his hole when she brushed the length of her cock up against his clit over and over again.
“Ready?” she murmured, dragging her tip against his hole. He shivered in response, twitching up against her with his gaze fixed only on the head of her dick.
“Yes. Please, please.” Daiji nodded, looking up at her in his daze. Gently, Kagerou slid her cock inside, guiding herself with her hands on Daiji’s hips until their torsos were touching. A monumental weight was lifted off her shoulders at that moment, surrounded by Daiji’s wet heat. Admittedly, while treating him for so long had been nice, she had gotten pent up by this point, painfully hard and clenching her teeth every time her erection brushed against the bed below or, worse, any part of Daiji’s body. She was many things, patient not being one of them, and the urge to use Daiji’s body however he deemed appropriate for some quick relief before they continued kept creeping into her mind, stronger and stronger. But ultimately, no matter what happened, she could always take care of herself on her own. Having Daiji on her mind was usually more than enough to get her off.
This really was the best case scenario.
Sheathed all the way inside him, Kagerou slowly grinded against Daiji, antsy to move but satisfied with his warmth. Daiji, however, seemed fidgety underneath her. He so badly wanted to attend to himself already, toy with his clit or his newfound appreciation for his tits, but this time, he was determined to let Kagerou cum first— at least, that was what he remembered through the hazy fog of his mind. Still, so much as the sight of her above with her hair hanging over her face and marks gently blooming on her collar from where Daiji had scraped over her was enough to make him tighten around her. Her expression shifted with every movement, and it was a bit exciting to be the one tempting her for once, spreading his legs and entrance just the way Kagerou liked it.
She had been patient for so long, but seeing Daiji below her like this, and knowing that he wanted her inside so badly made her cock twitch inside him. He squirmed around her and she just about growled, unable to resist pulling out and snapping her hips back in. His gasp melted oh-so-sweetly into a moan, shivering as his arms went slack.
“Ah, you still want all of the softness and joy and kissing, but you really still want to be fucked hard, don’t you?” If Daiji was going to respond, then he lost his chance, both with the end of the sentence being punctuated by the smack of skin-on-skin and by him slowly losing his sense of speech. She had fucked him much harder before, fucked him while he was already full of cum and left it spilling out of him and filled him in all of his holes, but now, Kagerou looked down at him with a familiar intensity. Perhaps it was just a matter of their connection— or perhaps Kagerou always cared to observe? She angled each thrust exactly where it would best elicit a gasp from Daiji, a whine, a moan.
He covered his face in embarrassment, but Kagerou used one hand to uncover Daiji’s face, entwining theirs together even if their hands were sticky and sweaty and clumsy, and kissed him deeply instead, drinking his noises and pleasure. With every thrust, Daiji would grind up into her, and sparks flew where they met, an unbelievable heat. Every inch of his body was mapped in her mind, and the other way around, and all the similarities and differences in the ‘them’ that existed in their bodies when they blended together at once. A hazy euphoria overcame Daiji as he quickly stole breaths in between kisses, squeezing her hand tight and using the other to reach between their chests and stroke at Kagerou’s chest just as he had been before. Kagerou let out a soft, whispery gasp and leaned into his touch. His movements were hardly as thought-out as before, but at the same time, his clumsy enthusiasm only served to turn her on more
“I love you,” she whispered against him. Even if he couldn’t say anything in return, his curled lips against her skin and pleased exhale were enough of an answer for her.
Kagerou brought her free hand down and squeezed Daiji’s ass, hiking one of his legs over her shoulder. As his pelvis shifted, Kagerou’s cock grinded against that spot inside of him and he let out a little gasp, stiffening.
“Is that it?” Kagerou murmured, not nearly as composed and sultry as usual. “You want me to fuck you right there? You should’ve just asked.”
Punched-out little “ah-ah-ah!”s escaped Daiji’s throat, and she delighted in the sound of it, a sly expression growing on her face. This was how things were meant to be. No matter what, she would fuck Daiji until he felt good enough that he couldn’t speak.
Daiji’s cunt squeezed down around her, warm and tight and oh-so-sweet. He clenched every time she pulled out, as if it was resistant to let her go. The sound of his wetness sticking against his thighs, them hitting Kagerou’s, the in-and-out of him being fucked, each sound was only turning her on more.
What with how loud the two were, and the fact that they were at home in the morning rather than at odd hours or even at a hotel, Daiji distantly wondered if they were audible from their parent’s or Ikki’s rooms— or worse, the spa itself. But when Kagerou fucked him harder, more aggressively, just to hear the wet sound of skin-against-skin, Daiji cried out, quickly forgetting his concern of being caught in the wake of his pleasure. Each thrust pushed him a little further up the bed, and Daiji desperately wrapped both his legs around her back to pull her closer to him as if they could somehow connect even more deeply. Pulling at his lips, neck, ears, chest, anything that she could to leave a mark on Daiji’s body to prove that he belonged to her.
Daiji struggled to catch his breath, brushing his thumb over her nipple and dotting kisses wherever he could reach. “I love you too. I love you. I love you, Kagerou,” he eventually managed, voice high and shaky in a whine. He never felt more handsome than he did when Kagerou was looking at him. His eyes rolled back in his head when Kagerou’s cock hit his g-spot just right, precum squirting out of him.
He remembers having touched himself before Kagerou fully manifested, shameful nights buried under his blankets. He was finished by the end, sure. But he was too scared, too ashamed to do much, couldn’t even look at himself or anyone else in the eye after ten minutes of gingerly rubbing.
Even if, over the years, he grew a habit of taking a few minutes off to furiously rub at his clit and pretend it was someone else took the edge of the stress and frustration off.
Or if it felt like something was feeding suggestions into his head, a dark fog of what-ifs; the idea of one of the bolder members of the kendo club taking him to the supply closet and fingerfucking him. When he graduated, the idea of one of the other Fenix trainees doing the same.
And when he met Kagerou, she would do the same, all of the things that he always wished he could when he was too young or too embarrassed or too unskilled or too rushed and she would do it so, so, so much better, sending sparks through him and changing all of those fantasies into figures with wavy black hair, dark makeup, and a smug expression. Perhaps that was where she had come from too, not just from his anger but from all of his desires.
When they clashed for the first time in gnashing teeth and searing heat, he had realized back then that everything he had fantasized about was right there in that demon right in front of him. He didn’t know that cumming could feel that good.
“I’m going to cum! Kagerou, I’m going to cum!” he cried, voice shaking. “Oh, Kagerou, please…”
“I’ll take good care of you, Daiji, I promise. I’ll take good care of you. I’ve got you. Just… just…”
Kagerou, too, was struggling to put words together with how close she was to cumming. So rather than try to speak, she kissed him instead, open-mouthed breaths hot with teeth against teeth. Daiji’s nails dragged against Kagerou’s chest as he moaned, sending a pleasant shiver through her. A tight knot grew in the her lower stomach, something she had been waiting for all morning, and the force with which she fucked Daiji bounced him on the bed.
Everything of the morning came to a climax at that moment. Memories of the praise Kagerou had lavished upon him (and made him do the same unto himself,) her warmth surrounding him on all sides, mouth and hands and cock and body where she took him in anywhere she could and touched every inch.
Daiji threw his head back and clenched around her, gasping and helplessly clawing at her. “Kage- rou!”
He squirted with a loud, high-pitched moan, spraying up his own chest and whimpering, “Kagerou, Kagerou, Kagerou!”
Kagerou fucked him through it while he released one, two, three more times, scrabbling against her chest and eventually grabbing onto her shoulders for any support he could get.
His climaxing face was one of her favorite sights, red and flustered and sweaty and usually bitten and messy too with his hair in disarray and his eyes unfocused. His head fell to the side as Kagerou slowed down so as to avoid overstimulating him, but when Daiji looked overat her, his impossibly sultry puppy-dog eyes sent a shock down her spine.
“Cum in me, please?”
What a pain in the ass he was.
Unable to contain herself for much longer, Kagerou took Daiji by both legs, making him yelp. With his thighs pressed nearly all the way to his chest, she slammed into him, moaning into his shoulder. Daiji nearly lost his grip on her, eyes completely rolling back in his head, and it only took a few more thrusts before Kagerou unloaded deep inside of him, ropes of cum filling him up inside, letting out a loud, earnest moan of her own. Grinding against his hips as she rode her climax through, the room quieted to the sound of their heavy breathing until her hips stuttered for the last time and she went still.
They sat there, content, for minutes. Kagerou wrapped in Daiji’s heat, Daiji comfortably full, both catching their breath and cooling down save for the heat where their bodies connected.
“Kagerou…”
“Yeah?” She pulled out, much to Daiji’s chagrin— he whined when her cum spilled, but didn’t move, and snuggled up to her when she settled down next to him on the bed again and threw her arms around him.
“I really love you.”
She snorted. “I hope so. But… I love you too.”
“So, would you consider taking a day off again?”
“Mmm….”
“…So you like to get your mouth on my tits, huh?”
“What— Kagerou!”