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Hawks POV
‘Finally. I didn’t think I was ever gonna make it home.’ Making a last minute decision to double check on his agency turned out to be a terrible idea. He was hounded by the SideKicks about the party and his date. They were dying to hear more about this mystery woman. Hawks kept it short and to the point. Locking up for the night, he tosses his keys on the counter. Turning on the light, it unveils a spotless apartment. Not a single item was out of place. He never had a messy apartment. Not after how he was raised. Sitting on the ledge, he takes off his shoes. Setting them neatly next to the others. This is when he notices the sliding door to his cupboard opened. ‘I must not have closed it.’ Remembering what he placed in there, he’s hesitant before he decides to give in. Opening it, he pulls out an old shoebox.
Releasing a deep breath, he moves over to the living room. Gently, he sets the box on his coffee table. He then proceeds to take off his suit jacket. Lazily laying it across the back of the couch. Along with his tie. As he eyes Pandora's Box, he unbuttons his sleeves. Proceeding to then roll them up to his elbows. Like he’s getting ready to do some hard work. Before he takes a step towards the small blue box, he retreats to his liquor cabinet. Hawks never kept too much in there. Just a few bottles of whisky and sake. More for when he had guests over. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t partake a cup or two once in a while. And this was a night that he needed one. The satisfying pop of the bottle resonates in the vast living room. Pouring his drink of choice, he debates whether he should really be opening it or not. He finishes letting the amber drink cascading into his glass. Deciding he needs to, Hawks grabs his glass and heads to the couch. Setting his glass down before sinking into his leather couch.
It’s a good five minutes of still wrangling his thoughts and desires before he even opens the box. Swallowing hard, he sets the lid to the side. Seeing all of the photos stuffed in the box. It had been collecting four years worth of memories. Happy, unforgettable memories. Moments and snippets of time that he threw away about five months ago. Losing heart, he snatches up his glass to regain courage. The whisky burning all of the way down his throat but he doesn’t care right now. Letting out a heavy sigh, he places the glass next to the box. Knowing he’s gonna need it again. Clenching and unclenching his fists for a minute, he then decides to nervously pull the box into his lap. Sinking even further into the couch. ‘Fuck. I’m an idiot for doing this. Why do I do this to myself?’ Pulling from the most painful section, Hawks pulls from the front. The handful starts from the very beginning. When they were both 21. The first picture on top is from their first date. It was a selfie that he had taken. Airi and him were at a secluded beach. Smirking, his eyes linger on the image. ‘I looked like a nerd back then. I don’t know why she agreed to go out with a bean pole like me.’ It’s like looking at an alternate timeline. The smiles on both of their faces were so huge.
He lifts his thumb up to Airi’s face. Delicately tracing her jawline. ‘I forgot she had her eyebrow pierced back then. She didn’t have it for that long.’ Her silver hair was also longer with emerald green tips. With a warm smile, he flips through the rest of the pictures. It was almost like watching his life on fast forward as he goes through the images. Birthdays. Anniversaries. Parties. Vacations. Graduations. First day at a new job. Everything. Even simple pictures to take for ‘why not’ sakes. Silly ones. Making asses of themselves. Serious ones. Scenery. Everything that made up their lives, it was here. Now contained in this measly blue cardboard box. Like it was something that no one would have believed happened. The only evidence was these photos.
Hawks had always taken extreme measures to make sure no one else ever saw them out and about. So it really was like their relationship never really existed to the outside world. As he stares at the last photo of them from their vacation to Okinawa, he lingers on his thoughts. ‘I never treated her right. I…just made decisions without even asking her how she felt about things. And Airi just went with the flow of things. I can’t imagine how hurt she felt. Something tells me I’m only seeing a portion of her frustration. Especially tonight. Despite being a brash person, I know she never told me how much it hurt her to be kept a secret like that. She was the greatest treasure of my life and I was more worried about shoving her away.’ Growling at himself, he picks up the glass. Downing another portion of his drink. The burn is not a fraction of the pain that he feels now. Putting the glass down, he notices an envelope at the bottom.
His wild eyebrows furrow downward in confusion. ‘What is this?’ Setting the gigantic stack of pictures to the side, he reaches for it. Flipping it over, he finds a note on it.
‘I know I said I deleted all of the pictures from the trip. Well, I thought that we would be looking through the pictures on a rainy day. So, I thought that you’d like this as a happy surprise. I love you Keigo.’ Cute hearts and kissey faces fill any empty space on the white envelope.
Staring at the familiar handwriting, his golden eyes widened at the words. ‘She…She saved…those pictures?!’ Swallowing hard, his hand shakes a little. ‘The only way she agreed to do this was if she got to delete them afterwards. Was this why she made me take them with her phone?’ Chuckling shyly as he reaches for another small sip. ‘For being so submissive, she really was the devious one.’ As he flips it over to the flap, he shakes his head. ‘No no no! We aren’t dating. I shouldn’t look at these.’ Like it’s on fire, he drops the envelope on the table. Acting like he’s trying to run away, he picks up the memories and shoves them back into the box. Hawks then rushes over to his cupboard to shove away the past. Like it’s going to contain the regret of what he did.
Glancing back at the living room, he stands back up to his full height. Slowly strolling back. Keeping his eyes glued to the envelope. Almost like it’s gonna attack him if he glances away for a split second. He bites his lower lip as he finally reaches the table. ‘She looked so cute in that costume.’ Clenching his fists, he attempts to find the willpower to control himself. ‘No! I shouldn’t. I should get rid of these.’ Leaning down, his hand shakes as he nears the envelope. Right before he grasps it, his hand darts directly to his drink. Chugging the rest of the amber liquid. Almost coughing from how fast he drank it. But he didn’t care. Hawks retreats back to his liquor cabinet. Refilling his glass, the primal part of his brain lays out a logical thought. ‘You were the one that took the pictures. You already know what they are. So it’s not like looking at them is gonna hurt anything.’
Hating how his brain works, Hawks hangs his head in shame. ‘And here Airi was just saying how wonderful of a man I am. I told her that she was wrong.’ Taking another big swill of whisky, he makes his decision. ‘I hope by all that is fucking holy she never finds out about this.’ With a falsely found confidence, he marches back to the coffee table. Like he’s almost giving him a chance to step away, his greed wins out. Taking a seat on the couch, he takes one more drink. Feeling the alcohol gives him the buzz he needs to continue on. Setting the glass down clumsily on the table, he snatches the elusive envelope. Pulling open the flap. Hawks carefully pulls out the pictures. Like they are going to rip or explode if he isn’t cautious. Flipping it over, he notices that she put them in the order that they were taken. ‘Oh of course she did. She was always meticulous over little details like that. Airi was the type to make the most out of any experience.’
The picture on top was a blushing Airi in a white cat girl costume. Ears, tail, bodysuit, tights, heels. Everything. Her back was towards the camera as she was kneeling on their black satin bed. He was the one that picked it out for her. ‘I couldn’t resist. It was too cute for her.’ A couple pictures were of different poses. Then it starts to become a little racy as it went to a picture where she was bent over the end table. Showing that the bottom of the suit was crotchless. Nothing was left to the imagination there. Her lustful purple eyes stare back at him. Airi’s face is her signature horny face. Biting her lips as she stares back that she wants him to touch her already.
Sweat starts to build on the back of his neck. Using his free hand, he moves to the buttons of his shirt. ‘Jesus. Why is this picture the one that gets me all hot and bothered? I know they get more graphic.’ He pushes his shirt open to expose his chiseled chest. Feeling like he can breathe a little better now, Hawks continues on. The next few pictures are of her back on the bed. His hand roaming her body. Some pictures on her stomach. Then her breasts. Her neck. Then a few focusing on her face. Ranging from stroking her hair, caressing her cheek, and having his fingers in her mouth. Though her face is red in all of them, the emotion on her face clearly shows that she was enjoying every second of it.
His pants start to grow tighter as he keeps thumbing through the photos. ‘Calm down. I’m just looking. That’s all.’ As he thinks that, a hard to ignore picture then pops up. Airi was leaning back further on the bed. Her top was pushed down to fully show off her perfect size, soft tits. Along with her long legs spread so the crotchless bodysuit could show off her freshly shaven pussy. Hawks almost forgot about this picture. ‘I don’t know how I could have. Fucking eh!’ Purring at the picture, he leans forward to take one more drink before dredging through these gold mine of photos. The next picture has his hand enter the photo once more. This time his fingers plunged deep into her womanhood. Her face completely contorted to enjoying him as opposed to looking good for the camera.
‘Oh how quickly things escalated. Damn.’ He has to adjust himself because of how hard he’s getting. Continuing on, he finds pictures where he’s licking her folds and clit. Biting her nipples. Placing hickeys on her pale breasts and collar bone. Moaning at the pictures, he continues flipping through them. His arousal growing at record speed. His cock is so hard that it could probably cut a diamond right now. ‘It feels like forever since I’ve seen her like this. She’s so fucking gorgeous.’ As the pictures go on, more clothes are taken off. Different positions are seen. From missionary to spooning to doggy style. Hawks wanted to have as many different angles as he possibly could. The picture that gets him is one that he truly didn’t expect to be in here. It was a few still shots from the video that they took. It was with her hands tied to the headboard. Hawks is in between her legs as he presses her thighs into her stomach.
‘I…I didn’t know she kept the video. I thought for sure she would have deleted that right away. She was complaining about how she sounded in the video. Airi…’ The sensation and feelings he had from that time hit him like a freight train. He feels like any control he had has completely left his brain now. Setting the stimulating images down, he fumbles with his belt and unzips his pants. Pulling out his fully hardened cock. As he lays more into the couch, he moves his hand up to spit into his hand. Using it to lube up his cock. His thick hand doesn’t waste time stroking his dick. Playing tenderly with the fat tip of his cock. Closing his eyes, he thinks back to that exact moment. He’s back in that instant of time. Thrusting hard and fast into her. Her pussy pulling him so much that it makes that loud suction sound. Airi’s hands grip the silk ropes that have her bound in his position. Those cute moans and whimpers she always made when they fucked. God they were imprinted in his mind. Hawks was never gonna forget that. Not as long as he lived.
His hand moves up and down his slick dick. The motion of his hand can’t compare to how he remembers Airi’s body. ‘When we had sex, it was like an escape from everything. The secrets. Work. Pain. Everything.’ Hawks hangs his head back as his hand moves faster. His hand thumps around against his groin as he continues to remember their relationship. ‘Her kindness. Her laugh. Her love. Her touch. Everything about her is so addicting. I want her back so bad.’ He whimpers as he can feel his climax rising. ‘I miss her. I miss Airi.’ Hawks grips his dick more. Grunting as he continues on. Knowing that he shouldn't to do this but an addiction to her prevents him from using the logical part of his mind. Memories of the good times act as his aphrodisiac. Having almost a vice grip as he feels himself cum. His cum shoots hard as it lands on his chest. Panting hard, it takes him a few minutes before he settles down from his lustful high. His free hand covers his face. ‘Goddamnit! How could I do that?’ The quote of how much she appreciated everything he’s done for her and Mira echoes and rings in his head. Almost as loud as a bell. 'I'm the most disgusting fucker on the face of the planet.' Prior to cussing himself out, his phone rings. It causes him to jump. Hawks searches for his cellphone. A small part of him wishes that it’s Airi but of course, it’s not. He groans as he answers the phone. “Yeah?”