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Keigo hums against your neck. You’re laying between his legs on the couch, his laptop balanced on your thighs, as the two of you catch up on some crappy reality shows. Keigo has been absentmindedly rubbing his stubbly chin over the junction between your neck and shoulder, his breaths tickling your skin, and it’s starting to get you a little riled up. There’s nothing sexual about the situation, but there’s something warm about the way you can feel Keigo’s chest rising and falling against your back and his lips against your skin.

You pause the video and shut his laptop, setting it gently on the ground beside the couch. He makes a quiet, questioning noise behind you. You turn around in his lap, settling down so that you’re straddling him.

Ooh,” Keigo teases, grasping your hips, “what’s all this?”

You feel your face heat up and you turn your head to the side, pressing your cheek into your raised shoulder. “Nothing much.”

Keigo chuckles, parroting your words back to you. “‘Nothin’ much’ she says. Come here, you.”

He slides his hands up the back of your shirt and pulls you towards him and you go down easily, using the arm of the couch that’s supporting Keigo’s neck to balance. Keigo runs his hands up and down the plane of your back and looks up at you fondly, his eyes half-lidded and sparkling with contentedness. His gaze is sweet, but it makes you want to hide nonetheless, as you’ve still no idea how to accept Keigo’s affection with the grace that he accepts yours. For the moment, though, he seems to decide for you by pulling you down further for a kiss.

You moan into his mouth and you feel Keigo’s fingers twitch against your ribs in turn. The glide of your lips together is soft and easy, and it fans the fire in your groin up to a slow, rolling burn. Keigo’s tongue prods at your lips and you meet him halfway, meshing your fingers into his hair for good measure. His hands drop lower and squeeze your ass gently over the fabric of your lounge shorts, making you gasp with surprise.

You pull back and sit on your haunches, biting your lip. Of course it’s this moment that you notice Keigo’s half-hard dick under your ass and the blush that had mostly cooled down comes back with a raging ferocity.

Keigo hums, prompting you, “What’re you thinkin’ about, baby?”

“Um,” you start. You rest your cheek in your palm to try and hide your blush. “I–I kinda wanted to like. Do the whole thing. Tonight.”

Keigo makes a small oh sound without meaning to, his lips dropping open in surprise. His wings rustle where they’re pinned underneath him, and you feel bad for a second. They were probably falling asleep at being kept like that for so long.


You just nod, still not managing to meet Keigo’s eyes.

“We probably should be somewhere nicer than the couch, then. What d'you think?”

You glance at him from the corner of your eye. He’s grinning widely, and for the first time you notice that he’s blushing; there’s a soft, pink haze over the bridge of his nose. Your heart flutters at the sight. That’s so cute.

“That sounds… nice.” You admit, ducking your face down.

Keigo sits up and you shift to accommodate him, squealing when he hugs you tightly and, with a flap of his wings, sets you both up to standing on the couch.

“I would carry you to the bedroom but that seems a little forward,” he says. He steps over the back of the couch and hops down, using his right wing to gesture towards his bedroom. “You comin’?”

You nod dumbly, copying his action of jumping down from the couch. Keigo offers his hand to you and you take it, just holding it lightly by his fingertips.

Keigo stands at the edge of the mattress and pulls you close into his chest. “It’s your show today,” he says, softly, “what d'you think?”

“Are you sure that’s the best idea?” You ask. You wrap your arms around his waist.

“Trust me on this one.”

 You’ve never been the initiator in your relationship, but you can appreciate that Keigo is trying to give you as much power as possible. You look to him. His eyes are patient and there’s an amused tilt to his mouth.

“If you say so. But…” you bite your lip, “I might ask you to take over. If that’s okay?”

“Anything’s okay.”

You swallow down your nerves and lean to kiss Keigo again, pressing your body against his and using the leverage to back him up to the bed. You push him down and he falls, letting out a little ‘oof’ when he hits the mattress. You crawl over him and sit yourself down over his hips, lining your groin up with his. He’s fully hard now, his dick pressing up insistently into the space you’ve made for it between your legs. You bracket his head between your arms and kiss his cheek sweetly before moving down to his neck. You use one hand to trace idly down his side, the soft cotton of his shirt skating smoothly underneath your fingertips. You nip at the skin under his jaw and feel him shiver. One of his hands comes to rest on your hip and kneads at the soft flesh there.

Starting at the hollow of his throat, you lick a gentle stripe up the side of Keigo’s neck and he groans quietly, his hand at your hip seizing and giving you a harsh squeeze. “Oh, yeah, babe.”

His reaction spurs you on and you press your groin down against his and nuzzle your face into his neck. You roll your hips experimentally, dragging your clothed sex over his dick. Keigo’s breath hitches. His other hand comes up to grab your other hip, and he pulls you, makes you rub yourself over him again.

You make a soft sound into his neck. The friction isn’t enough to be more than teasing, but judging by the steadily increasing pressure of Keigo’s fingers digging into your skin, he’s really liking this. You nudge your hips down harder, matching the pressure Keigo is giving with his hands, and nip at the shell of his ear.

Fuck,” Keigo says, “god, (Y/N), I said you learn fast but this is like, light-speed.”

His fingers slip under the hem of your shorts to squeeze your ass and simultaneously rub your pussy over his dick faster. You’re starting to feel too hot in your sweater, and you let Keigo control the movement of your hips for the moment as you lean back and pull it over your head, tossing it to the side. 

Keigo’s face.

You’re not sure you were ready to see him looking quite so… messy. His hair is sticking up oddly and his lips are parted.

“Aw, babe, you’re gonna kill me before we even get to the stuff,” Keigo moans.

“I–I am?”

The friction against your clit is starting to get to you, too; you keep with the pace Keigo’s set and lean over him, your hair falling over him and tickling his cheeks.

Yes, god.”

Your pussy throbs as you suddenly imagine the hiccupping moans Keigo makes when he comes. You swear softly.

“Keigo? You can, uh, maybe take over now.”

Keigo doesn’t hesitate. He grips your hips tightly and switches you onto your back before burying his face into your neck and peppering it with kisses. His hands sneak up to the waistband of your shorts and he tugs at them.

“Can these come off?”

You nod, and he pulls your shorts off. He seems to be stunned for a moment, as he just sits there on his knees staring at you. You gather your arms over your chest self-consciously.

“Um, what’s up?”

Keigo blinks. “It’s nothing, little bird. You just… you look real nice.”

You blush. You can’t imagine how nice your old t-shirt and faded cotton panties look, but you’ll take Keigo’s word for it, given that he looks like he’s about to eat you alive.

He leans down to kiss you and slips a hand under your shirt to massage your breasts. You’re just wearing an unlined bralette, and the warmth of Keigo’s palm through the fabric makes you moan a little desperately. You’ve never felt this worked up just from kissing him before, and you find a little heart in you to feel guilty about all the times Keigo has had to leave the room to cool off after the two of you had gotten frisky. Because right now you’re burning up, and if he doesn’t get his hands and mouth on you within the next two minutes, you’re going to explode.

“Keigo,” you murmur against his lips, “I–can you… touch me? A little? Please?” Your last words come out as a squeak, your embarrassment getting the better of you.

“Oh, I absolutely can, angel.”

You shiver. Angel. That’s a new one. And it rolls off of Keigo’s tongue so well that you can’t doubt for even a second that he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Keigo pulls off your panties and rucks up your shirt so your belly is exposed and the bottom band of your bralette peeks out just the slightest. He kisses down your neck and chest, rubs his rough chin into the skin of your stomach, and settles down comfortably between your thighs. He quirks an eyebrow at you. “This okay?”

“Yeah, it's… it’s good.” Your words are breezy and quiet. Keigo nods and kisses your inner thighs, which makes you whine. He keeps at it, working torturously closer to your aching pussy. Has this always gone so slowly? You’re sure it has, but for some reason right now you can’t fathom waiting another second.

Keigo…” you reach down and run your fingers through his hair, pulling gently.

He swears under his breath. “I got you, angel, don’t worry.”

With that, he spreads the lips of your pussy with his thumbs and dives in with his tongue, giving a few messy, wet, initial strokes just to get your skin wet. Oh, fuck yeah. You tug at his hair harder, and Keigo groans into your flesh, the vibrations traveling in a pleasurable shock up your spine. He doesn’t go slow anymore, instead he sucks at your clit, sloppy, making all sorts of lewd sounds that you’re too distracted to be embarrassed about. Your back arches, forcing your clit deeper into his mouth, and you turn your face, squishing your cheek into the pillows.

“Ah, Keigo,” you grab his wrist and squeeze it, hoping your message gets across.

I want your fingers in me. Right now.

“Fuck, fuck, alright.” Keigo’s voice is hoarse. He licks his fingers in a cursory manner and teases one at your entrance before pushing in.

You moan, both relieved and with a mounting sort of desperation.

Keigo goes back to lapping at your clit, timing swift, firm, motions of his tongue with each thrust of his fingers.

Fuck,” you whine, “yeah.”

Keigo slips another finger in and the stretch feels so goddamn fucking good right now. Your back arches helplessly to meet it.

“Yeah?” Keigo asks, his voice slanted with a desperate tone, “feels good? Want another one?”

You just nod.

“Ah, shit, alright, angel,” Keigo adds a third finger, “god, you’re doing so well, look at you.”

The praise makes you shiver. Keigo curls his fingers roughly and you cry out, unable to muffle it even a little, and feel a blush rage down your chest. But, for once you find yourself not giving even a single fuck about being embarrassed. There’s no time to be embarrassed.

“I–Keigo,” you stutter, “I–I want… I’m okay, I t-think.”

Keigo’s fingers pause and your breath hitches at the loss.

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Damn, you got it, babe.”

Keigo leans back and pulls off his shirt and undoes his pants. You’ve seen him naked a handful of times before, but not like this.

He reaches into his nightstand and resurfaces with a condom and a bottle of lube. He sets them down next to you for you to inspect as he works on getting out of his pants and boxers. You pull off your shirt and bra, too, in the meantime and blush when your eyes finally meet his.

He smiles warmly at you, something of a stark contrast to the fact his dick is so hard it that it looks downright painful. “You’re still good?” He asks.

“I’m still good.”

Keigo reaches for the condom but you catch his wrist in the process.

“Uh, actually, I kind of wanted to…”

Keigo just blinks before yielding to you. You tear the packet open with slightly shaky hands. Keigo turns the slick piece of latex so that it’s right-side up and leans back a little, his cock poking out obscenely from the otherwise flat, angular plane of his body.

“I’m all yours.” He says, jokingly. Your lips quirk up in a smile involuntarily.

You place the condom on the head of his cock, and he pinches the little well at the tip as you roll it down over him. He hisses, his hips pushing into the friction. It feels like the little thing is on there tight, which, you’re sure is a good thing but you can’t imagine its all that comfortable. But either way, Keigo does not seem to care; he grabs the bottle of lube and opens it, drizzling a bit on his cock and smoothing it all over.

“We need that?” You ask.

“It’s always good to have,” he answers. He takes the discarded condom wrapper and bottle of lube and tosses them onto the floor by the bed, “I don’t wanna hurt you, not even a little, 'kay?”

You nod. Keigo places his arms on either side of you and pushes you back down into the mattress with a kiss. He pulls back and looks at you seriously, his eyes filled with a hazy mix of arousal and affection. “You tell me if it hurts and we’ll stop, okay? But I promise it’ll feel really good.”

You reach up and cup his cheek in your hand. He leans into it happily. “I trust you.”

That seems to be what he wanted to hear. His wings splay open behind him for balance as he lines up his cock with your entrance. He glances up, his mouth opening slightly as though he’s going to ask if this is okay one more time, but he stops upon seeing the look on your face – you’re biting your lip, and you’re sure your eyes are dark with lust, focused solely on the movements of his body.

Keigo pushes the head of his dick inside of you and slowly, slowly slips further in.

It does burn, just a little. You make a face at the stretch but don’t dare make a sound for fear of Keigo thinking you want to stop, because that’s about the last thing you want right now. Keigo bottoms out with a soft moan.

“Y-you still good?”

Keigo’s face is flushed, and his wings are spread wide behind him, trembling slightly with what you’re guessing is the effort to stay still.

“I’m still good,” you repeat. You clench around him just to see what happens, and Keigo falls forward, losing his balance.

Fuck, baby, you feel so good, damn it.” He sounds slightly hysterical. The sheets under his palms creak with the strength of his grip.

“You can, uh… you can move, babe.”

Keigo blinks at you. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

He grabs one of your hands and pulls it over your head, pushing your twined fingers into the pillows. He rocks his hips gently, just slowly pulling out and pushing back in once. You shiver with it; that slight stretch is still there, but you don’t hurt. You give Keigo an encouraging nod and he gives another thrust, sharper this time, and the two of you groan together.

“Feels good?” Keigo grits out,

“Yeah,” you murmur, “yeah, keep going.”

“You got it, angel,” Keigo gives your hand that he’s holding a squeeze and picks up the pace.

And, damn it all, you realize very quickly there’s no way you’re going to be able to keep quiet. The drag of Keigo’s cock inside of you feels so good, and at the end of every thrust you’re met with a shock of pleasure so intense that you can’t help but cry out.

“O-oh shit,” you start, “oh, my godKeigo.”

“Yeah, baby?” Keigo is panting. “Want some more?”

You whine, your back bowing up towards him. You’re crushing his hand in your grip. “Yes.

Keigo growls, his wings flapping aggressively behind him, before he pounds into you. Oh, shit, if you were loud before, you’re twice that now, crying out desperately and babbling a whole lot of nonsense that at any other time would have you passing out from the sheer embarrassment. You pull your hand out of Keigo’s hold and reach up to his back, dragging your nails down the skin surrounding the base of his wings. Keigo buries his face into your neck and moans like he’s dying.

Fuck, (Y-Y/N) if you keep touching me like that I’m gonna come.”

Your eyes roll back in your head, a spike of arousal shooting through you. “Oh, god, Keigo, t-that’s fine holy shit,” You run your fingers as carefully as you can manage around the base of Keigo’s wings. You’ve touched them a handful of times before, but it was usually accidental or in passing. “Can I—nnn—can I touch them?”

Please,” Keigo chokes out.

You burrow your fingers into the feathers closest to his shoulder blades. Later, you’ll think about how soft they were against your skin, but right now, the only thing you can focus on is Keigo absolutely losing it on top of you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he swears, “—(Y/N), I’m gonna—fuck—you’re gonna make me come—”

His thrusts are getting erratic, but at the same time they’ve got so much power to them that you feel lightheaded with pleasure.

“T-that’s okay,” you stutter. Keigo’s breaths are shortening into your neck, turning suspiciously into those soft, hiccup-like sounds he makes when he orgasms, “come for me, Keigo. Come for me, baby.”

Keigo seizes up, burying himself deep inside of you before going still and weakly crying out your name. His cheek is pressed up against your neck, and the tiny, broken-up ah sounds breaking free of his throat are sung sweetly into your ear. His wings slouch suddenly, blanketing the two of you in feathers, and his body follows soon after.

You can tell he’s trying his best not to just crush you under his weight, and it seems like he’s about to lose that battle just before he straightens up and pulls out with a weak sound. He slips out of the condom and ties it off, throwing it with an amazing precision into the wastebasket at the other end of the room. He turns to you, grinning softly, before settling on his belly between your legs.

“Uh, Keigo…?”

He licks a stripe up your clit, smearing your arousal all over his chin.

“Oh, fuck, Keigo.” You moan. He pushes two fingers inside of you, and although it feels like next to nothing now, it feels oh-so right in combination with his tongue playing with your clit. You reach down and grab his hair. Your body is already tense – you’re not going to last long after all that.

Keigo hums and pushes his tongue inside you for a second alongside his fingers. Fucking hell, if you weren’t desperate to come before you sure are now.

“Oh, god,” you babble, “Keigo—my clit—now. Please.”

He’s not one to fuck around when you sound like that. He spreads his tongue flat, uses the whole, broad, surface of it to glide over your clit and you whine, your thighs threatening to close around his head. Blood is rushing in your ears, and you hear yourself, as though through a pane of glass, calling out his name as your orgasm punches into you. You throw your head back but keep your hand in Keigo’s hair, forcing him to stay locked in place as you ride out the final moments of your high, only releasing him when his tongue becomes too much to handle.

You shiver with it when Keigo pulls away. He’s grinning, and the entire lower half of his face is shiny with lube and your slick. You lay still, breathing heavily and not really able to move.

Keigo crawls up and collapses by your side. “Somebody’s lookin’ like they're… good-good.”

You push at his chest jokingly. “Uh-huh. And you’re looking like a cat who just got the cream.”

He licks his lips, a mischievous glint in his eye. “And didn’t I?”

You giggle helplessly and Keigo is thrown into fits beside you. Once the two of you settle down, he bumps his nose into yours. His eyes are alight with happiness.

“Hey,” he says, “I love you, angel.”

Your heart threatens to burst, and you smile back at him. “I love you, too.”