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Kaede is open about her sexual history from the second date. There’s not much to say about it—in Kaede’s own words she’s pretty inexperienced—but she has had sex before. With a mutual friend of theirs. Momota Kaito.
That’s fine. Shuichi isn’t a jealous person and he’s far from the type to get upset over Kaede doing whatever she wants with her own body. (And long before they were even dating, no less.) Kaito and Kaede have been very close friends for a long time, so it makes sense that they would’ve done some experimenting with one another. Shuichi is being fully genuine when he says it doesn’t upset him.
It does… linger in the back of his mind, though. Kaito is a charming, handsome, attentive person. Shuichi crushed on him all throughout high school, and with that came a fair share of… um… fantasies, and he only finds himself growing more curious about what all Kaito’s got going on beneath his pants when Kaede mentions that they went all the way. Not that it matters. Shuichi was never going to compare to Kaito in size in the first place. They have different equipment. But Kaito makes for such a good friend, and he must make for a good partner…
So suffice to say Shuichi is a little nervous about his own performance. Maki’s jabs back in college were misplaced; Shuichi has had plenty of girlfriends before Kaede. But he’s never gotten past second base, in large part due to his own nerves and inexperience and also just because it never felt quite right to.
It feels right with Kaede, though. Kaede is beautiful and sweet and Shuichi might be going too fast but she’s the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with. He wants to pleasure her, to… make love to her, he’s…
Oh, he’s so embarrassing. But he wants to have sex with Kaede. It’s just so blatantly obvious he’ll never be able to take care of her as well as Kaito must have.
One of the things Shuichi likes most about Kaede is that she knows him well. In a lot of ways she can read him like a book, piece together what he’s worrying about and reassure him in exactly the right way. There’s no way to guess this, but even still, ever since Shuichi came over to Kaede’s apartment this morning she’s been giving him these shrewd looks, as though she’s waiting for him to speak. Shuichi pretends not to notice. They dance around it all through lunch, and then finally Kaede broaches the topic.
“Shuichi, you look nervous. Is something the matter?”
Her tone is gentle, but Shuichi’s shoulders still curl in a little. Caught. As if she hasn’t been noticing all morning. Shuichi fidgets with the edge of his sleeve.
“Ah, sorry. No.” Shuichi shakes his head. They’re sitting on Kaede’s bed, Kaede’s stereo playing some classical piano on the nightstand. It’d usually be soothing, but Shuichi’s palms are sweating regardless. “I mean… nothing’s the matter, I guess I just… have somethting on my mind.”
Kaede squints at him. Then scoots closer, wrapping an arm around Shuichi’s back and pulling him in. Her touch is soft but insistent, and the smell of her shampoo only makes Shuichi’s heart rate increase. He has to swallow past a dry throat as she speaks.
“What is it? You can talk to me. Is something wrong at work?”
“No, no… it’s nothing like that. Y-You’ll probably laugh when I tell you. It’s silly.” Shuichi exhales.
Another pause from Kaede. Then her eyes widen. “Oh, is it about me? Did I—”
“No!” Shuichi bursts out. “Definitely not.” He winces at his own volume. “You’re perfect, Kaede, it’s not—ummm.” He clears his throat, feeling his face heat. “I just… you want to have sex someday, right?”
Kaede’s brow furrows. “Of course. Whenever you’re ready. I said that, right?”
“Yes. A-And I am, I just…” Shuichi wipes his palms off on his pants. How does he even put this? He doesn’t want to come off as some jealous asshole, though he knows Kaede won’t take his concerns in such bad faith. It’s just that the last thing he wants is to come off like he’s shaming Kaede for her sexual history. “I just worry that I um… won’t be good enough.”
“What?” Kaede’s eyes have gone wide again. “Why would you think that?” Her hands move to hold Shuichi’s waist, tracing up his sides to cup his jaw. “Shuichi… I love you, and I love your body. You’re perfect to me. You don’t have to worry about that.”
Oh, she thinks this is about him being trans. “Th-Thank you. But, um, less than worrying about my body, it’s more…” Shuichi clears his throat. “I just feel as though, compared to what you’ve already done…”
Kaede’s expression contorts with confusion. And then she gasps. “You mean Kaito!”
Damn it. Shuichi’s face flares red and he nods, unable to speak.
“Shuichi, that’s…” Kaede trails off, frowning. At least she isn’t laughing, but the thoughtful frown is disconcerting too. He shifts his weight, watching Kaede chew her lower lip until finally she says, “I had to tell Kaito where my vagina was.”
That’s the last thing Shuichi had expected her to say. “Huh?”
“He couldn’t figure out where to, you know.” Kaede’s face flushes. “Put it in. And it was okay, you know? It was both of our first times. That’s why we did it, so we’d both know what to expect… but he wasn’t some kind of sex god.” Kaede smiles. “He was sweet, and he made sure I was having a good time… but I wasn’t in love with him. I’m in love with you. And I think you’re really sexy.” She shrugs, like it’s just that simple. “So whenever you feel ready… I want to have sex with you, and we’re both gonna have a great time. Okay?”
Shuichi processes that. At the very least he does have the advantage over Kaito in that regard; he is intimately familiar with the structure of a vagina. The rest of what Kaede said quickly grabs Shuichi’s attention over anything else, though. She thinks he’s sexy. She wants to have sex with him.
A shiver runs through Shuichi, and he reaches up for Kaede’s face, cupping her cheeks. They’re warm against his palms, flushed, and Kaede’s pale pink eyes are wide as she stares back at him. Her lips are slightly parted, plush and shiny. Her lip gloss is strawberry flavoured.
“C-Could you—” Shuichi swallows. “Could you say that again?”
“Which part?” Kaede breathes back. Her warm breath ghosts over Shuichi’s wrists as she pushes herself onto her knees, turning to straddle Shuichi’s lap. Shuichi threads his fingers through her soft hair, bringing her closer. “That I love you? That I want to do everything with you? That I think you’re hot?”
Shuichi whines, feeling his dick throb in response to her words. Kaede lets out a breathy laugh and kisses him, and the feeling is overwhelming, the sweetness of her lips, the softness of her chest pressing against his. Shuichi brings his hands down to her shoulders, fingers trembling. He wants to go further, touch more of her, but he—
“Kaede, can I—”
“Please.”
Kaede’s sweater comes over her head. Her arms lower from Shuichi for just a moment, elbows tucking in to hide her sides, but Shuichi gently brushes her arms away, smoothing the pads of his fingers against the soft folds of Kaede’s skin, leaning to kiss her on the collar as he does.
“You’re beautiful,” Shuichi murmurs, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra one-handed. He’s close enough he can feel Kaede’s breath hitching. “You’re so perfect.”
“We make a pretty good match then,” Kaede responds, though her voice trembles as she says it, betraying her nerves. She pushes Shuichi back by the shoulders, reaching for the lower hem of his shirt, and Shuichi lets her pull it off of him before swooping in to kiss her again. Kaede shifts against him, pulling off her bra, and when their bare chests brush, Shuichi has to stop again, leaning back.
Kaede’s bust is full and plush. Shuichi’s always known she had big breasts, but this is his first time seeing them bare. Throat suddenly dry again, Shuichi swallows before looking to her for permission. At Kaede’s slight nod, Shuichi brings his hand to fondle one of her breasts, his other moving to curl around her waist.
“What do you… um, I don’t have a strap,” Shuichi admits, feeling his face warm. “I should have bought one…”
“I don’t think either of us knew we’d be doing this today,” Kaede responds on a breathy giggle. “Don’t worry about it… we have hands and mouths, you know?”
Oh, god. Shuichi nods, but he’s lightheaded enough that he needs to lean back and take a breather as Kaede slips off of him to undo her pants. After a beat, Shuichi does the same, popping his fly and pushing his pants off, letting them fall on the floor by Kaede’s bed. He’s already hard beneath his boxers; his fingers come away wet when he runs them over his folds. Kaede seems equally excited, though, a visible wet spot forming on the front of her panties.
“Okay,” Kaede laughs a little, hooking her thumbs over the edges of her panties and sliding them down her thighs. “Um, we should probably decide exactly what we—I don’t care what we do, I just want you inside me.”
Shuichi’s dick throbs again with need. He reaches for her hips, pulling gently. “G-Get on your knees, I’ll—I’ll—”
They’re actively having sex, and yet Shuichi can’t bring himself to say I’ll eat you out. Still, it does the trick. Kaede lets out a moan that makes goosebumps rise on Shuichi’s arms as she obliges him, parting her thighs so Shuichi’s ease of access.
“You can, um, hold my hair,” Shuichi mumbles, before lowering himself down, bracing himself on Kaede’s thigh as one hand moves to trace her folds. Kaede is beautiful, with curly blonde pubic hair that glistens slightly with her arousal. Shuichi can feel a similar stirring in his dick as he parts her folds with two fingers, leaning in and kissing her clit.
Above him, Kaede gasps, one of her hands tangling in his hair. The tug stings a little, but it only turns Shuichi on more, and he hums his approval as he moves closer, closing his eyes. He’s never eaten someone out before, so it’s a bit of an intuitive process; he swirls his tongue around Kaede’s clit, listening for the movements that make her gasp or squeak the loudest. When he drags his tongue further back, tracing her hole, Kaede lets out another moan, her hand tightening.
“Shuichi, Shuichi,” Kaede gasps out, “k-keep going, it feels so good— you feel so good.”
Another shiver runs down Shuichi’s spine, heat pooling in his belly. He presses his thighs together as he dives in, dipping his tongue in and out of her entrance, using his fingers to rub her clit. Kaede’s moans pour out in waves, her thighs trembling on either side of his face, big and soft. Shuichi uses his other hand to rub one of them, up and down in what he hopes is a soothing motion.
Between moans, Kaede alternates between crying Shuichi’s name and praising him, calling him handsome and caring and perfect, and each word makes Shuichi whine a little, hips jerking in search of friction. He ignores his dick for now, though, focusing on the lilts of Kaede’s voice and how her hand tightens on his hair when he speeds up, and keeps going onto Kaede lets out a pitchy moan and exclaims:
“I-I’m going to—”
Her hips twitch, her hole convulsing around Shuichi’s tongue as she finishes. Shuichi pulls his head back, but rubs her clitoris through it the way he likes when he finishes, looking up just in time to watch Kaede’s flushed face contort with pleasure. As her shoulders untense, her legs twitching with aftershocks, Shuichi pulls his hand away, wary of overstimulating her.
He straightens up. Kaede swallows, chest heaving, then smooths down Shuichi’s hair. Her hands drag down to his shoulders then, pushing him back into the bed before continuing past his chest, down his stomach, right to the waistband of his boxers.
“Kaede,” Shuichi whimpers.
“I know, baby, I know,” Kaede responds. She pulls his boxers off and tosses them aside, leaning in to kiss him while her other hand slips between his thighs. Shuichi cries out against her lips when her fingers curl around his dick, feeling his hips thrust involuntarily. Kaede mumbles soothing words into his mouth, pulling back and kissing down his cheek, his jaw, his neck. “You’re so good. You were so, so good for me. I wanna take care of you. Wanna make you feel good too. You’re so perfect, Shuichi.”
Another whine makes its way out of Shuichi’s throat. Tears pool in his eyes and he reaches up to grasp Kaede by the hips, keeping her close. Every stroke to his dick sends electricity down his spine.
He’s gotten off to the thought of her before. Her chest, her pretty eyes, her lips. But Kaede’s suckling his jaw now, her breasts rubbing against his stomach, and her thin fingers are playing his dick as masterfully as she plays the piano. It’s so much more than he ever could have imagined.
“Say it again,” Shuichi begs. “Tell me I’m—say that I’m—please.”
“You’re perfect,” Kaede responds without missing a beat. She leans in to kiss him on the lips again. “You’re perfect,” another kiss, “you’re perfect,” another kiss, “you’re so, so perfect.” This time when Kaede kisses him, she gets in close, her free hand threading through Shuichi’s hair. He leans into the kiss to feel the tug at his roots, moaning into her mouth.
“I love you,” Shuichi chokes out.
“I love you too,” Kaede murmurs, and Shuichi feels his entire body seize as his orgasm hits him.
It’s the hardest Shuichi has ever finished. In the aftermath, Kaede’s hand is still between his legs, and she’s lying on his chest, gazing at him with soft, adoring pink eyes. The look makes Shuichi’s heart flutter, and he can’t help but lean in for another kiss.
Kaede smiles against his lips. “So? How was it? Think you performed okay?” She removes her hand from between his legs, eyelashes fluttering.
A laugh escapes Shuichi at the question. “I should be asking you that…”
“You already know that, though, right?” Kaede pouts. “Didn’t I make it pretty obvious?”
Shuichi supposes he did. He reaches with one hand to brush Kaede’s bangs out of her face. They’re plastered to her skin with sweat. He has to kiss her again.
“You did,” Shuichi admits. “Thank you. Um… I had a good time.”
“Me too.” Kaede’s eyes crinkle. One more kiss. Then, “Let’s go get cleaned up, okay? I have a pretty big shower.”
…A shower? Shuichi raises an eyebrow at Kaede, and she only giggles in response as she pulls back. A little scoff escapes Shuichi at that, but he can’t help smiling as he watches his girlfriend walk into the bathroom.
Yeah, alright, a shower. At the very least he can wash her back. And at the most… Shuichi slips out of the bed, giving his dick a silent word of encouragement. They’re both in this for the long run; Kaede is just too perfect for them not to be.