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“Do you want to come in?”
Her voice was honey sweet as she stood on the second step leading up to her apartment. Black heels digging into the concrete step as she held on to the handrailings with both hands, her head tilted, hair pulled out of its usual tied-up style. It rolled over her shoulders in big waves. Her eyelashes kissed her alcohol tinged, rosy cheeks with each little blink she made. Their date had gone well to Kiryu’s standards, even though he wasn’t too sure what a real date required. He had been on a few courses, but those were with a hostess, and Nishiki was covering the tab.
This was completely different.
He had asked her sweetly after their third date if he could see her again. It was like a drug; watching her pretend to think about his question all while tapping her index finger against her maroon painted lips. His heart had nearly shriveled up into a wilted flower by the time she ‘reluctantly’ agreed to go out with him again.
Kiryu nodded, just a tip of his chin as he spoke, “Please.”
His voice was low, gravelly, as if it had been dragged across gravel before finally making it out of his nervously chewed lips. The simple ‘please’ had been honest and kind. He was already reaching out to grab at the handrail of the stairs just below hers. Barely touching the soft skin of her hand as he followed her. Her heels clicked with each backwards step she took; giggles falling from her lips as she playfully looked down at him. Kiryu swore her smile had to be the most radiant thing on this side of the planet. It stretched across her face in a sweet pull that crinkled up her eyes so sweetly. The edge of her dress rode up slightly with each step. It’s form-fitting fabric rolled up just slightly on plush thighs.
When they reached the top of the steps, she turned around, key sliding into the lock with well-practiced movements despite him crowding her against the door. Pushing it open, she had practically stumbled through the door, eager to remove her heels. He could vaguely remember her whining about her feet hurting earlier. Once her heels were kicked into the corner, she was grabbing at his collar and yanking. Kiryu grunted, toeing off his loafers while attempting to follow her. Her yanking was cute, as if she thought she could really move him. He sighed warmly at her whining for him to bend down, standing on her tiptoes to try to smush their lips together. His big palms held her forearms just under her elbows while he leaned down. Lips slotting against hers with a fervent need.
Kiryu was not well adjusted to all the gushy, lovely-dovey stuff that came with having a girlfriend. Having spent most of his life alone or simply with Nishiki, there was hardly any time in his mind to enact all the things he saw in the media and on the streets. Her arms curled around his neck slowly, leaving him to slide his hands down her arms and towards her waist. Grabbing at the squishy flesh softly, he lifted her as if she weighed nothing. Carrying her through the breeze way was as easy as swinging his fists in a fight. It came naturally. No thought required. The way her giggles were muffled by his lips felt more intoxicating than the whisky he had been nursing. Alcohol clung to her tongue, lemon sours that he had dutifully paid for mixed well with the aged whiskey on his own. He had let her set the drinking pace as she babbled to him about working at the strip club to her regulars at the telephone club.
He didn’t care about her profession despite the teasing and semi-pitiful looks he got from his ‘co-workers’. Nishiki was the worst of them all, his own brother. Though Kiryu didn’t expect anything less. Who was Kiryu to talk about honorable professions when he was in the business of organized crime?
“Bro, you’re not supposed to fall in love with the stripper, “Nishiki had laughed, practically kicking his legs as he chackled. “That’s like rule number one.”
Carrying her deeper into the apartment, Kiryu pulled away softly, despite the apartment being no bigger than his own cramped one, hers was way nicer. It was always cleaned, neat, and put together, like a show magazine. It always smelled good too, something Kiryu envied at times when he brought her back to his place. The brief thoughts of cleaning his apartment again left his mind as she cooed at him, her lipstick smeared across her lips, big, wide eyes hungry. A flush worked its way across his cheeks, unsure how to handle the pure desire in her eyes. His tongue swiped over his lower lip, nose scrunching slightly at the dry feeling of her lipstick smeared against his mouth. Well-manicured hands pawed at his button-up as he placed her back on the ground. She was hastily pulling on the sides as if unbuttoning them one by one was too much effort. Kiryu watched with amusement before he heard the strain of his white button-up. Large hands covered hers completely.
“Hey,” he grunted lowly, a slight tilt pulling at his lips, “don’t ruin it. I’ll have to walk home without a shirt if you rip it.”
“How tragic,” she mumbled unapologetically, no doubtly imaging him walking the streets of Kamurocho in just his suit jacket. A goofy smile played at her lips.
“Don’t even think about it,” he stated as he grinned, honest and warm as her hands pushed into his open shirt. “I’ll look like a douche bag.”
“Kiryu,” she whined instead, practically stomping her feet at him, taking his time.
Leaning forward, he kissed at the corner of her lips, attempting to coax her into returning to their passionate kissing session. She followed his lips willingly, sucking on his lower lip while her hands rubbed up his chest in lazy full circles. Kiryu was glad she was taking charge, but he still wasn’t all too sure on if he had the proper kissing technique down yet. Hell, he wasn’t even sure what was appropriate touching for this kind of situation. So, he let her help him push his suit jacket and shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. Her hands mapped out his shoulders and biceps as if she were appraising him before slaughter. Pink painted nails digging into the skin she was groping. Her hums of contentment were loud and pleased as she rubbed her palms over his stomach slowly, thumb rubbing over his happy trail.
When he couldn’t breathe anymore, he pulled away from her lips. Pupils blown wide, chest heaving. Kiryu stared like a possessed man as he followed her hands with his gaze. Those soft finger tips were playing with the edge of his pants. Fingers sliding across where fabric met skin as she licked her own lips. The lump of hardened flesh in pants twitched at the movement. Kiryu hadn’t even fully been aware that he was hard until she started to drag her nails across the faux leather belt. Unable to tear his gaze away, he leaned his hips forward gently, encouraging her to just reach in and take what she wanted. Holding onto the end with one hand, she pulled on it slowly, watching the metal prong leave its hole. Kiryu held his breath as the prong finally popped out of the hole; her free hand grabbed the belt buckle and yanked his belt free from its loops in one fluid motion. Unsure of what to do with his hands, he placed them on her biceps, grip firm as he swallowed thickly. Her biceps were neutral ground, despite the way his cock was practically breaking through his trousers to get to her hands. His belt clattered against the floor as she flattened her palm against his erection. Kiryu’s spin straightened up like a rod.
Her head tilted up at him, “You look like you’re going to faint.”
Her honest expression made him dizzy. Or maybe it was the fact she was the first girl ever to touch his penis, and he was not really sure what to do with that information now. Kiryu’s eyes opened up slowly, unsure of when they had shut while his fingers tightened on her biceps. Swallowing thickly, Kiryu opened his mouth before shutting when her finger managed to rub over the head of his cock perfectly. Fuck-his dick had created a sticky little wet spot where the tip was. Having already leaked through his underwear and now his trousers.
“I’m not going to faint,” he breathed out, nose scrunching. He was not that much of a loser.
She hummed slightly with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders as she shifted closer, hand wedging down his pants without even unbuttoning them. Slender fingers curled around his cock with ease and familiarity, like she had done it a hundred times before. Kiryu bucked his hips forward, tip grinding against her inner wrist, leaving behind a sticky smear.
Wait.
Had she done this a hundred times?
Jealousy turned in his stomach for a moment before he shook his head. It was not her fault that he was inexperienced.
Her laughter came from the back of her throat, soft and muted and pretty. The smile she pressed against his jaw as he leaned down felt heavenly. Kiryu sighed as he nudged her jaw with his nose with a soft whine. Hips curling inward as she dragged her hand upwards, Soft thumb pad rubbing circular motions around the tip. Grunting lowly, his eyes fluttered slowly as she pulled back his foreskin slowly. His mouth opened weakly as he panted.
“Please,” he breathed into her ear, panting like a wild dog while she pulled her hands away to unbutton his pants.
His dress pants pooled around his ankles in a thick thwap. His chest rose and fell heavily as he looked down at her fingers curled around his length. Kiryu was too warm. His cheeks and chest were flushed hot with need. This wasn’t fair. Here he was, naked as the day he was born, humping into the softest palm on earth, and she was still fully clothed, looking unbothered.
He palmed at her dress, fingers curling into the fabric by her hips, “Take this off,” Kiryu grunted. “Want to,” he kicked his pants to the side, as he tugged a bit harder on her maroon colored dress.
“Wait-“ she squealed in a playful protest as his clumsy hands finally found the zipper at the base of her neck and tugged it down.
The zippers hiss filled the air before those same big hands where pulling the halter top of the dress down. Big brown eyes immediately darted from her face to her breasts, back up to her face. Was it rude to stare?
“Kiryu,” her tone was soft and warm as she trailed her right hand down his bicep towards his wrist.
Curling her fingers around his wrist, she pushed his palm towards her breast. Kiryu squeezed it subconsciously. Feeling the soft weight of it smush into his hand. This was nice. His other hand came up slowly, squeezing her breasts in tandem through her bra. Her own arms curled behind her back as she started to unclip her bra, letting the lacy black thing slide off her arms with ease. Kiryu swallowed thickly. Blinking at the sight of her chest as if it were the most holy thing on earth. Pebbled nipples kissed the center of his palms as he covered them once again. She let him explore slowly, encouraging him with soft little sounds and a pouty face whenever he stopped.
It was not long before she was pushing him backwards, softly towards her rolled out futon. Kiryu moved with ease, barely looking back as he sat down heavily. Knees parented for her as she stood between them. Her foot pressed against his shoulder gently, Kiryu’s hand grabbed at her calf softly, thumb rubbing subtle circles onto the skin under his hand. She looked good like this, powerful and in charge. Kiryu’s dick agreed with him as it twitched between his legs, leaking pre-cum like a faucet. Pushing on his shoulder gently, she grinned as he leaned back against the wall. She knelt slowly, shuffling closer as she let her gaze wander down to his cock.
Kiryu felt the urge to cover himself up with his hands. Having her full tension always made him squirm a bit. This was all too new for a man who hated change, but it was new, and odd, and his dick was begging to be touched.
“Have you ever done this, Kiryu?” She asked sweetly.
“I have not,” he answered honestly, left hand rubbing against his neck shyly.
Her lips pressed together in a kissy motion as she bent down slightly to kiss his thigh, “It’s okay, I’ll go easy on you.”
The wink she gave him made his insides clench with a giddiness he didn’t know how to place. Kiryu had a base level of knowledge. He knew how sex worked. Penis. Vagina. Kissing. Blah, blah, blah. But most of his knowledge came from shrink-wrapped magazines, erotic videos, and Nishiki’s tales of conquests. Kiryu wanted to do this right. He wanted to make sure it was nice for her, too-he was pretty sure anything she was going to do to him, he would like. She shifted, sitting up on her knees, and she tugged his right hand up and between her legs.
“This is a vagin-“
“I know what a vagina is.” Kiryu's eyes squeezed shut as his fingers met wet folds.
Laughter rang in his ears as she kissed his jaw slowly. His fingers were twitching awkwardly against her cunt, while her hand curled around his cock again. She stroked him slowly, tongue pushing into his mouth as Kiryu sighed heavily. Groaning slightly, he pushed his fingers a bit firmer against her slit. Feeling her cunt part for his thick fingers made his brain buzz. He used his index finger, following the wet skin down to the first hole he could find. Exhaling slowly, he pushed his finger into her. His index finger was twitching slowly as he just held that position.
“Kiryu,” she murmured against his lips.
It was so hot inside her. Kiryu didn’t mind-he couldn’t wait actually, to feel this spongy wet heat envelop his dick.
“Kaz-“
…
“Kazuma,” she pulled back firmly, eyebrows furrowed as she pressed her free hand against his shoulder.
“Hm?” He blinked up at her, licking his lips to chase the taste of her spit.
“Get on with it,” she whined, face flushed pink while her cunt flexed around his single, unmoving finger.
“Oh,” he blinked as he looked down, moving his finger slowly.
He made a swirling motion slightly before pulling out again. He could do that, in and out. Like porn. God, he needed to stop comparing this to porn. Her hips rocked slowly, shifting to ride his singular finger like a dunce. He focused on moving his hand firmly, finger pushing in and out. When she whined about adding another, he did so dutifully, like a soldier following out his captain's orders. She hissed slightly, hand leaving his dick in order to wrap her arms around his neck. Whining and kissing at his neck. He liked this. Her whining orders and his following through. Crook your fingers. Push them in deeper. He liked it. The whining. The clinging. The demands for him to move his hand faster, despite his enjoyment of the slower motions. It was as if he could convey how much he liked her-loved her even-through the slow drag of his fingers through her soaking wet cunt. He had heard from Nishiki plenty of times how he ‘went to town’ and how much the little hostess had liked it. But Kiryu was not confident enough. Maybe next time. If she let him get a next time, that is. Small fingers pushed at his wrist. Pushing his hand away, she sat up again. Her own fingers curled around his dick, encouraging it to fully harden again.
“Lay back, baby,” she spoke against his lips sweetly.
Baby. Baby. Baby.
It played through his mind as he leaned back, shifting them both until he was lying fully down on the futon. His head hits her soft pillow, hands awkwardly hovering after not so subtly whipping his wet fingers against her blankets. She shifted above him, legs on either side of his hips as she pressed her hand to his chest for balance. Kiryu finally could appreciate his strength for something other than fighting. He was thick and solid, and her hand on his chest made him feel good and powerful. Her fingers spread against his left pectoral muscle. Through half-lidded eyes, he looked up at her. The street lights shining through her windows bathed her in a strip of light. Its yellow glow washed over her side, illuminating her skin in an angelic way. Kiryu never wanted to move. He would stay here forever if he could. She leaned forward sweetly, breasts in his face as she lined up the tip with her opening. He held his breath as he watched her, eyes wide and struggling to stay open as she slid down his cock.
A deep moan left his chest as his head tipped back fully. Hot. God, his dick was encased in that same warm, wet heat his fingers had been encased in. His hips flexed up as she sank down fully. They were puzzle pieces. Kiryu was sure that they were made for each other. Brown eyes rolled to the back of his skull as he listened to her shaky breathing. His balls were snug against her ass as she sat fully on him. His fingers were twisting into her blankets as her own fingers were digging into his chest. She hissed heavily, cunt flexing as Kiryu bit down hard on his lower lip to keep himself from thrusting upwards. When he opened his eyes, he twitched. Her head was bowed, hair falling around her face like a curtain, and Kiryu was sure he felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest like one of those western cartoons she had insisted on showing him last Sunday. Labored breathing came from her chest, shaky inhales and heavy exhales bathed over Kiryu’s face as she tilted her head back enough to peek at him.
“You’re bigger than I’d thought you’d be,” she laughed breathlessly.
Kiryu nodded dumbly. Hands gripped her wrists, keeping her hands pinned to his chest, “Sorry.”
She shook her head as she grinned. Kiryu dragged his hands up her arms and down her sides to grab the fat of her hips. He could swear that there were biological magnets emplaced in their bodies, and that was why his hands gravitated towards her hips. If he wasn’t meant to grab them, then why did his hands fit so perfectly over the curves?
As she straightened up, she rubbed her hands down to his belly, patting it slightly. “You okay?” she asked as she watched his eyes shift in static movements.
Face.
Tits.
Hips.
Cunt.
Repeat.
It was like he couldn’t decide on where he was supposed to look. Or, well, where he wanted to look. Kiryu inhaled deeply as she rocked her hips slowly. The motion nudges his cock in further.
“Yea,” he nodded as he shifted his legs, spreading them a bit more to press his feet firmly against the futon. “Hey-“ he grunted as her hands smoothed over his face, trying to soothe the ever present crinkled between his brows.
“Relax,” she cooed as she rocked up on her knees slightly.
Kiryu’s hands tightened on her waist as he followed her movements. Her hips raised slowly, lifting her off his cock just slightly before she sank back down. Both pretty hands back on his chest as she began to ride him. Breathless little laughs leaving her lips every time she managed to punch a breathy sound out of his chest. There was a part of him that felt like he should be embarrassed about sounding like a chick, but fuck did it feel good.
Pink nails dug into shoulders. His flesh gave way under her strong grip as she used him to fuck herself down onto his dick. It was so slick that Kiryu’s head started to spin. She felt good. She smelled good too. Like strawberries and cream, and perfume that cost more than Kiryu was ever willing to spend on his own cologne. Licking over his lower lip he blinked up at her, jaw slack, eyebrows slightly pinched as he watched her bounce on his dick as she owned it and, in a way, she did. His heart was beating wildly, his hands helping to lift her up and down his dick with ease. She was a vision. Tits bouncing, hair swishing back and forth, and cunt squelching every time she sank fully down onto his cock. Heat had built in his lower belly quicker than he wanted it to. Screwing his eyes up shut, Kiryu gritted his teeth as he found himself unable to vocalize anything past a painfully guttural groan.
His hips bucked up roughly, hands squeezing her hips too roughly as he held her down on his dick. Cock twitching painfully as he came inside her. She was cooing at him again. Whispering something in his ear that he couldn’t make out due to the blood rushing through his head. Kiryu relaxed deeply into the futon. Body slack as if someone had cut all the strings off his marionette. Euphoria raced through his bloodstream as his girl laid ontop of him. Her arms crossed on his chest, her chin propped up on her forearms. She didn’t even make a move to get off his penis yet. Contentment curled at his heart next as she shifted up to kiss his neck. Kiryu sighed as he moved his hands up to rub her sides, his head tilting to allow her more room to leave those playful kitten bites.
The apartment was still, just the faint hum of Kamurocho’s nightlife came in through the cracked window. Letting in the cool breeze that soothed at their heated skin. His sweat was drying quickly, back sticking to the blankets below him, hair damp at the roots, and his skin felt tacky. Kiryu jerked his head to the side slightly when her hot, wet tongue bathed over the side of his temple to lick up the sweat rolling down it. His nose scrunched up slightly as he inhaled.
“Gross.” He huffed as his sticky palms ran down her spine to rest on the bare curve of her ass.
She didn’t comment, however. Instead, she continued to lay on him. Head shifting to smush her cheek into his shoulder as she hummed lowly. Her cunt idly flexing around the softening dick inside her. She rocked her hips slowly, flexing those muscles just frequently enough for Kiryu to whine. It hurt. He was too sensitive, too prickly to have her keep riding him.
He opened his eyes slowly to watch her sit up.
“Does it hurt?”
“No, it’s just sensitive,” Kiryu sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. “Did you..?” He flushed. Brightly. Despite having just lost his virginity, he was still as shy as ever.
With her hands on either side of his head, she lifted up fully, his cock slipping out in a sticky wet plop. It flopped against his stomach as he hissed at the cool air kissing his heated skin.
“No, but you can get it up again, right?” She asked playfully, pushing her hair out of her face as she leaned back. Teeth caught between her lower lip.
Kiryu was not too sure. He probably could. Even if he didn’t tend to jerk off multiple times in a row, he knew that other guys did, and they never seemed to have any problems with it, or wel,l at least that pervert that frequents the porn cinema does. Kiryu’s stomach turned at comparing himself to that freak, so he shook his head.
“Probably,” he breathed out as he watched her.
Would she be disappointed if he couldn’t get it up? What if he was always just a one-pump chump? Would she still fuck him? Would she let him do it again? Now that Kiryu knew how well her cunt felt around his cock he did not want to give it up. Not now. Not ever. She kept leaning back until she was lying down between his spread legs, her own legs draped on either side of his hips. Kiryu sat up slowly, breath catching in his throat as he placed hands on her tilted hips. They were tilted up just enough to give him a picture-perfect view of her glistening, dripping cunt. Rubbing her thighs slowly, he stared without shame. His thumbs rubbed circles against her inner thighs, and when she tilted her head to look at him he moved closer to her cunt. Rough thumbs shifted to either side of her pink pussy and spread it apart. Kiryu’s tongue swiped out over his lower lip as he shifted his right index finger down to probe at her pink wet opening. His fingertip caught on the edge of her opening and pushed down slightly, peering down at her to see if he could see his own sperm laid up inside her. Her own hand shifted down her stomach and pubic mound to pointedly rub at her clit. As if to hint at him that that is where he should be touching. Moving his now wet fingertip to her clit her rubbed at it gently. Drawing small, slow circles on the tight nub while watching her expression with an analytical air.
She had tossed her arm over her face as she moaned. The hitch of her hips helped him know that he was touching her right. Kiryu watched enraptured as her empty pussy clenched around nothing pushing his sperm back out of her. A thick glob of it dribbled out past her opening and Kiryu followed it with his eyes. Watching it dribble down, he shifted his thumb slowly, pressing down softly where the glob had pooled. The gasp that tore through her made him jump slightly. His thumb pressing a bit harder than intended. Her hand grabbed his wrist as she propped herself up.
“Watch it!”
Kiryu looked down to see his thumb snug up against her asshole, as if he was going to use his own sperm as a lubricant to work it open.
“I-um-wait,” He flushed at her accusing amusement. “I don’t look at that stuff…” When she didn’t look convinced, he faltered. “It was one time.”
She shook her head as she lay back down, “Let's stick toone open hole at a time.”
Kiryu nodded and took her relaxed body as a sign to continue. Steering away from her ass, he pushed his fingers back into her cunt to continue exploring. His forefinger and middle finger moved at a nice pace. A creamy ring pooled around his knuckles as he crooked his fingers upward. His left hand rested on her pubic mound, palm tickled by the pubic hair there as he rubbed her clit with his thumb again.
Her breathing was coming out shakier now. Whining little ‘Don’t stop’s” like it was the only thing that she knew how to say. Kiryu watched as his fingers squelched with every push into her. Shifting slowly, he managed to get onto his knees. Arousal pooling at his lower stomach once again. His breathing was heavy as he leaned down to kiss her neck. Tongue and teeth meet skin, soft and slow. Pressing as much love as he could into every single worshiping moment.
Sliding his tongue down her sternum, he grunted. Kissing along the side of her breast slowly until he was sucking her nipple into his mouth. With his face smushed into her breasts, it finally clicked in his mind why the other guys he worked with liked it when busty women walked by. Kiryu could stay like this for hours if he were given the chance. Sucking on her nipple like it was the only thing in the world. Her hands raked through his hair as she jerked her hips up against his hand. Back arching as he crooked his fingers up quicker, pressing hard on this soft sponge part that made her cry out.
“Kiryu-I can’t-“She gasped as she clawed her hands down his back.
Her own back was arched as she clenched around them. Hips jerking in harp movements, her own eyes fluttering shut all while she cried out. Kiryu drank up the sight of her orgasm. His own eyes fluttering around her pinched face. Jaw slack, drool dribbling down her chin. Those pretty nails he had complimented all night scraped down his back in a rough movement. Leaving an ache in their place. He nuzzled her jaw as he sighed. Licking at her drool slightly,y he curled both arms around her waist.
“Did you like that?” He breathed out as he looked down at her. His hands were pushing her hair away from her face.
Nodding slowly, she could barely keep her eyes open. Simply leaning into his hands.
-------------------------------------------------------
“You’re late. You are never late, “Nishiki said immediately. Standing outside of the Family office, flicking his lighter closed as he puffed away on his cigarette.
“Hm, there was traffic,” Kiryu stated.
“You walked here.” Nishiki pointed out.
Kiryu pushed his hand into Nishiki’s pocket, pulling out the crumpled cigarette box. Taking on he grunted.
“There was a big crowd-“
“What the fuck is that?”
Kiryu grunted when Nishiki pulled at his collar. Pushing the white shirt to the side only to air out the large bite mark on Kiryu’s neck.
“Nothing,” Kiryu tried as he shifted his body away.
Nishiki squinted at him. Watching Kiryu struggle with his own lighter as he looked over the wrinkled suit. Nishiki’s eyes shifted up slowly, eyes widening.
“Don’t,” Kiryu warned.
“You got laid!”