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Mitsuri Iguro couldn’t sleep. With the whirlwind of change she’d been living through recently, taxing her both mentally and physically, one would think she would be able to fall asleep immediately; but on the contrary, these recent (positive!) changes to her life gave her so much to think about that for the past few weeks, she found it hard to turn her brain off when it was time to settle down for the night.
She rolled over for the umpteenth time, trying very carefully not to jostle the futon and disturb her new husband. They’d only been married for about a month, and in that month came so many wonderful changes and celebrations, including the opening of their new restaurant. She should be exhausted. And yet here she was.
Maybe I should go get a glass of water, she thought as she sat up, intending to head down to the kitchen. However, a sudden movement from the other side of the futon caught her eye, and she froze, worried that she’d finally woken Obanai up.
Upon closer inspection through the darkness, it seemed like he was still asleep, thankfully. She could see Obanai’s blurry figure lying on his back, still once again. He simply let out a little noise and rubbed his head into the pillow. Mitsuri breathed a sigh of relief and started to get up again, but stopped when Obanai let out another noise, slightly louder this time.
“Nn...”
Mitsuri tried to bring him better into focus as best she could in their dark room. Was he okay? Could he be having a nightmare? Mitsuri couldn’t tell. But Mitsuri’s concern grew as he started to make more noises and let out more little mumbles, tossing his head a bit here and there. Whatever this was, it didn’t look to Mitsuri like it was something she should be letting him sleep through.
Decision made, she reached over to grasp his shoulder, intending to jostle him awake. However, as soon as she did this Obanai suddenly thrust his hips up under the blanket, drawing her gaze downwards to see the tent in the blanket near his groin area—
Oh...
Mitsuri realized what kind of dream this was all too late; she had already started shaking his shoulder, and Obanai was not a heavy sleeper. In a few moments Obanai was blinking himself awake and looking around in the darkness to try and adjust to what he was now seeing. “Mitsuri? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
Mitsuri immediately flushed a deep red, overwhelmed with embarrassment and guilt. She should’ve just left him alone; how could she have been so stupid? It was times like these where she really felt like she wasn’t very good at any of this. She understood that they were both new to their new married life and profession, and sometimes she truly did feel like she was doing a pretty good job, but other times she felt like an idiot with no confidence in what she was doing. This was one of those times.
“I—I’m sorry!” she managed to sputter out, “I couldn’t sleep, a-and I noticed that you were thrashing and making noises, so I thought you might be having a nightmare, so I started waking you up before I realized that...you...weren’t...” she trailed off lamely, wishing that the floor would just open up and swallow her in that moment.
Obanai eventually caught up with what was happening and flushed scarlet as well. “Oh,” he managed to say in reply, also wishing that the floor would open up and swallow him as well. He forced some more words to come out of his mouth; clearly she was upset by the situation, and he needed to make her feel better. “...I see. I’m sorry that you had to...see that,” he apologized feebly; he knew that wasn’t enough words for a proper apology and probably didn’t make her feel better, but it was all that his brain was able to currently come up with in that moment of embarrassment after an abrupt jolt into awakeness from that kind of dream.
Mitsuri all but tripped over herself to reassure him. “N-No,” she said, “It’s fine, really! I understand, of course we all have dreams like that, it happens...” She chuckled nervously before her mouth kept right on going, “I’m sorry that I interrupted you; it...it looked like a very nice dream, I’m sure she was very lovely...”
Mitsuri wanted to bash her head into the wall. Why was she still talking? Stop talking!! she chastised herself, utterly mortified as she dug herself deeper and deeper into this seemingly unending hole of embarrassment.
Obanai was about to try and apologize more sufficiently when her rambling words stopped him short. Who exactly did she think he’d been dreaming about? “Mitsuri...” he started, giving up on trying to make eye contact in the darkness and reaching over to turn on a small light. Finally making proper eye contact, he reached for her hand as he continued, “I was dreaming about you. It’s always been you; I’ve never dreamed or thought this way about anyone else, ever. It’s always you,” he reiterated, squeezing her hand.
Mitsuri’s blush quickly morphed from one of mortification to one of elation with a touch of embarrassment. “Oh...” was all she could manage to say at first, though she made sure to squeeze his hand back right away. “M-Me too, Obanai,” she soon managed to sputter out, and she gave him a shy smile as he laced their fingers together and brought her hand to his lips for a kiss.
“I love you, Mitsuri,” he murmured against her hand, and Mitsuri’s smile grew into her usual bright, radiant one.
“I love you, too,” she said as he kissed her hand one more time before letting go.
“Do you think you’ll be able to sleep?” he asked in concern, wanting to help her in any way that he could, if necessary.
“A-Actually, Obanai,” she started, nerves fluttering anew as a different thought threatened to keep her up now. “Now I’m...I’m kind of wondering if you would tell me...what you were dreaming about?” she ended hopefully. She knew it wasn’t something she should ask him about so directly like this, but at the same time he was her husband, and the dream was about her; this implied to Mitsuri that there might be something Obanai wanted her to do for him. So far, they’d only made love a few times, and there were many, many things that they had yet to try. So if there truly was something, well...she really wanted to try whatever he wanted. Her heart beat faster at the mere thought.
Obanai’s blush returned quickly and with a vengeance. “I...well...you were...” Of course if she wanted to know, then he had no problem telling her—he just wasn’t sure how to say it.
He must’ve taken too long to say anything however, because Mitsuri suddenly lost her nerve and started to backtrack her inquiry. “A-Actually nevermind, it’s fine! Pretend I didn’t ask anything, let’s go to sleep—” Obanai cut off her embarrassed trail of words with a finger to her lips.
“It’s okay, Mitsuri,” he said with a small, reassuring smile, “I don’t mind telling you—I want to tell you, actually. It’s, um...you were...” Obanai wanted to bash his head against the wall. Why couldn’t he just spit it out already?
Obanai’s internally directed frustration was abruptly interrupted as Mitsuri burst out into a fit of giggles. He looked up at her in surprise, and she met his gaze with a full smile, though her cheeks were still pink with embarrassment.
“We’re not very good at this yet, are we?” she said with another giggle, and this time Obanai felt his own lips turning upward.
“No,” he agreed, “I don’t suppose we are.” They laughed together at their own antics, and Obanai was amazed once more at his wife’s innate ability to break through his mental hurdles and make him feel more comfortable in any situation. God, he loved her so much.
After they quieted down, Obanai decided he shouldn’t overthink it. “A blowjob,” he blurted out, and seeing Mitsuri’s face redden and eyes widen slightly made him falter a bit as he tried to belatedly soften his words with, “In my dream...that’s what you were...doing.”
“Oh,” was all Mitsuri could come up with in response at first. “I see.”
When no more words were immediately forthcoming, Obanai, too, lost his nerve and sought to immediately clarify with, “Of course, it was just a dream; that doesn’t mean that you should feel like you have to—”
“I want to,” Mitsuri said softly, and Obanai’s nervous outburst abruptly ceased and his mouth clamped shut for a few seconds.
“You do?” Obanai asked once his neurons had started firing again. “Are you sure?” Mitsuri nodded, and the both of them felt the air around them morph into something charged, something heated that felt more and more familiar every time they did something like this. They felt drawn to each other by some unknown force, their lips edging closer and closer...
Obanai’s eyes started to slide shut as his lips hovered just over Mitsuri’s. “As long as you’re certain,” he said in a voice slightly deeper than usual; Mitsuri shivered and could only nod again in reply before Obanai finally sealed his lips over hers, pressing into her for a kiss that made them both feel as if they were in familiar territory. They moved even closer as their bodies sought each other; Mitsuri snaked her hands around Obanai’s shoulders, and Obanai’s hands found her hips as they moved almost seamlessly down onto the futon, continuing their kiss as Mitsuri ended up lying on top of Obanai, her hands caressing his chest through his pajama top.
They pulled back for air, and Obanai seemed to remember himself a bit as Mitsuri’s kisses moved to his neck, kissing down to the collar of his shirt as she started opening buttons. “M-Mitsuri,” he said, “if you change your mind at any point, it’s okay to stop. I mean it,” he emphasized, and she made a small sound of acknowledgement against his skin.
“Okay,” she murmured as she started to kiss down his chest, “I won’t...” Obanai let out a small groan in response. The noise thrilled her; she wanted to hear more, so much more. She pushed his shirt fully open as she moved down to his abdomen, nuzzling and kissing her way closer to her destination. She had pleasured him like this with her hand before, so this wasn’t entirely new, but there was still a definite newness to the act that had her stomach flipping from both nervousness and excitement.
Reaching the elastic band of his pajama pants, she started to nuzzle and kiss around his waistline for a bit before moving to nuzzle at the now-straining bulge in the front of his pants. She looked up at him to see if this was working, and her butterflies increased tenfold as she took in his eager expression that at the same time was trying not to be too needy or demanding.
“Good so far?” Mitsuri felt the need to ask anyways, and Obanai nodded rapidly, worried his voice might crack embarrassingly if he tried to speak. Encouraged by his actions and struck by sudden inspiration, Mitsuri opened her mouth and licked at the tip of him through his pajama pants; she also figured it might be good practice to try it this way first.
“Ah,” Obanai let out in heated surprise as the movements of her tongue shot through him like a bolt of lightning; to say that had felt good was a massive understatement. He quickly reached down to wrap both hands into the sheets, needing something to hold onto and yet worried he might accidentally hurt Mitsuri if he held onto her instead.
Ooh, Mitsuri liked that sound too; she already knew what a turn-on Obanai’s noises and expressions were when they were having sex, so that made her all the more eager to see what he would do as they kept going. Every time she licked him through the fabric, the noise got a little louder, and soon he started to squirm the tiniest bit. When she mouthed over the head of him, he couldn’t keep his hips still any longer, and thrust forward, just a little.
“Mitsuri...” he said in that deeper voice again that made Mitsuri shiver, “Please, keep going...”
Taking in his lustful expression and quickened breath along with his words, Mitsuri wanted to roll around on the futon and squee from how adorable and sexy he looked. But she couldn’t do that, no, she had far more important matters to attend to. Reigning herself in, Mitsuri nodded as she started to pull down Obanai’s pants and underwear. Obanai lifted his hips to help, and soon after that when Mitsuri looked back down at him, he was lying on the futon with his shirt open and hair haphazardly splayed on the pillow, trying to control his breathing as his eyes followed her every move. Mitsuri’s stomach did a somersault again. Oh, did she want to please this man. She wanted to give him everything he needed and more—she just hoped she was good enough at this for it to work.
Quickly coming back to him, she settled on her stomach in between his legs to get up-close-and-personal with the star of the show. She felt another wave of butterflies as they finally reached this critical moment, but she tamped it down and tried to focus only on his pleasure. Hesitantly, she reached out to lick the tip of his cock as she had been doing before through his clothing. Encouraged by his ensuing ‘mmn’ of approval, she licked up and down the rest of it, laving it thoroughly with her tongue. Soon, the bitter taste of his precum started to mix in as well; it was definitely unique, but she didn’t find it disgusting or anything. She decided it was time to keep going, and before she could lose her nerve she took the head of his cock into her mouth and paused, looking up at him to see his reaction.
“Hngh...” Obanai was having trouble holding on to any of his thoughts; every swipe of Mitsuri’s tongue sent his mind spinning, and made him feel dizzy with pleasure. When he finally felt the warmth of her mouth envelop him, he felt his self-control starting to slip, and one of his hands crept out from the tangled sheet to grip her shoulder. She flicked her tongue again, and his grip tightened as he took in a sharp breath.
Slowly and carefully, Mitsuri hollowed out her cheeks and tried to move down his shaft as far as she could. Obanai let out a low moan as she moved back up just as carefully, trying to get the hang of the motion. She looked up at him with an eyebrow raised, as if to ask ‘Well?’, and he nodded rapidly in response to urge her to continue, needing her continue.
“It’s good, it’s good,” he gasped out for emphasis, and more moans spilled out of his throat as she started to move again, confidence growing as she started to get the hang of it and found a steady rhythm. Obanai’s eyes slid shut to block out the sinful sight of her going down on him, lest he orgasm right then and there. Every movement into the slick warmth of her mouth wiped more and more of his dream from his memory; there was simply no comparison to the real thing, the real Mitsuri.
“Y-You can, go faster...if you want...” Obanai stuttered out, and he moaned more vocally as she did just that, while also pumping her hand on the part of him she couldn’t fit into her mouth.
Obanai pressed his head firmly back into the pillow, his hips shaking as he fought with himself to stay still. “Mitsuri,” he groaned, gripping her shoulder tighter and tighter as he felt himself get closer and closer to the edge.
Mitsuri felt herself growing hotter and hotter as she watched Obanai slowly fall apart; she squeezed her legs together as she focused on his length, wanting to make this as good for him as she possibly could. However, her jaw was starting to get sore, so she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to keep this up for much longer. But she didn’t want to stop; if she slowed down, she might not be able to get him off this way, and that was the last thing she wanted.
Finding new determination, Mitsuri teased at his sac with her free hand as she tried to increase her pace the slightest bit. The combination seemed to have worked, as Obanai’s eyes suddenly shot open and he let out a stream of encouraging, lascivious noises, laser-focused on what she was doing to him.
In a few more moments, the hand on her shoulder started to push her away. “Mitsuri,” Obanai managed to force out, “I-I’m gonna...you...you gotta...” he could only weakly push at her shoulder to try and get his point across. If Obanai had retained the brain power for it, he would’ve cursed himself; they should’ve discussed this part beforehand...
Luckily, Mitsuri understood enough of what he was trying to convey to get the message. She briefly considered trying to swallow it, but she didn’t think it would go very well, with this being her first try and all. But she didn’t want to just pull away, either. She wanted to switch to her hands at the very last moment—
“Mitsuri!” Obanai both moaned and cried out as he gave one last shove to her shoulder. Woops, that last moment had arrived sooner than Mitsuri had thought. She pulled off of him but couldn’t get entirely out of the line of fire fast enough as Obanai’s hips thrust upwards into her hand as his orgasm overtook him. Ignoring any collateral damage, Mitsuri followed her original plan and used both hands to pump him to completion, trying to engrave into her memory the way his skin flushed, the way his eyes squeezed shut, the way he said her name like a molten caress. She wanted to remember all of it.
After a few more moments Obanai relaxed fully onto the futon, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. He quickly forced his eyes to open, however; he was worried if Mitsuri was okay. “Mitsuri,” he started between breaths, “Are you—oh...”
The sight of her made his brain short-circuit again. He clearly hadn’t warned her quickly enough; she didn’t choke on his orgasm, but instead she’d been coated in white: the sticky substance dripped down her mouth and chin, sliding into the neckline of her pajamas to also coat her breasts. Obanai couldn’t speak for a moment; he felt ashamed to admit it, but the sight of her covered like this was something he’d only seen in his most erotic of dreams. He wanted to burn the sight into his mind, though he felt bad enjoying seeing her in such a situation.
Eventually Obanai was able to snap out of it and get his mouth to work. “I’m sorry!” he apologized as he reached over to the side to find the tissues, “I should’ve warned you earlier...” he said regretfully as he handed her the box.
“It’s fine!” Mitsuri said with a bright smile that made Obanai’s heart skip a beat. She took the box and started to clean herself up as she continued, “It’s not your fault anyways; I was trying to wait until the very last moment...guess I waited too long,” she said with a little laugh before meeting his eyes. “Although, it seems like it worked out for the best, because it looks like you enjoyed this, too?” Mitsuri asked knowingly as she gestured to herself, and Obanai flushed bright red, unable to deny it and unsure of what to say.
The only thing to do was tell her the truth. “...Yes,” he admitted apologetically, “I...really did. I’m sorry,” he said, and Mitsuri raised an eyebrow as she threw the tissues away.
“Why are you apologizing?” Mitsuri asked. “I want you to tell me what you like, Obanai; I want to do these things for you. Just like I’m sure you want to do them for me, right?” Obanai nodded, and Mitsuri smiled again. “Then we’re the same,” she said as she came to lay on her side beside him on the bed. “You tell me, and I’ll tell you. Deal?”
“Deal,” he agreed as he turned to face her and caressed her cheek lightly with his hand. “I love you so much, Mitsuri,” he continued, his eyes warm with affection, and before she could respond in kind he leaned in to kiss her, expressing his emotions through the tender gentleness of his kiss.
Mitsuri however, needed a bit more than that from him in her fired-up state, so she quickly escalated the kiss as her hands wound themselves into his hair. She moaned into his lips as he responded in kind, and when they broke apart her desires overcame any potential embarrassment.
“Obanai,” she asked, “Would you do the same for me? I want to feel you, too...” Obanai couldn’t help but groan at her words as he nodded and crashed his lips into hers one more time for good measure. Taking the lead, he used the momentum of their kiss to press her to lie on her back, then moved his kisses to her neck, then collarbone, mimicking her caresses from earlier as he started to open her pajama top.
“Obanai...” she murmured as her hands kneaded into his shoulders. Obanai felt his blood reigniting from her tone of voice alone as he worshipped every new inch of revealed skin with his tongue; he made one brief detour to suck and pull at her nipple with his eager mouth, but he didn’t linger very long. He didn’t want to tease her too much—he wanted to give her exactly what she wanted.
Sitting up to shift further down the futon, Obanai removed his open shirt before he hooked both hands into the elastic of Mitsuri’s clothes and carefully removed her pants and underwear. Before he’d even fully settled between her legs he could see how wet she already was; his heart raced faster at the sight. Of course he’d dreamed in the past about doing this too, and he desperately wanted to make sure it was good for her.
“Tell me if you don’t like something, or if you want me to stop, okay?” he said, and once she nodded, his mismatched eyes took on a more lustful glint. “Please tell me if you like something, too...” he murmured, and she nodded rapidly as his lips moved closer to her heat. “Okay then...” Obanai said almost to himself before he leaned in the remaining distance and pressed his lips into her folds. His tongue snaked inside of her, and Mitsuri squirmed in delight as she felt him move within her, stoking her already roaring flames of desire.
Her hands returned to his shoulders, clenching them with increasing strength as he started to acclimate himself and find a rhythm with his tongue. She gasped and bucked her hips the tiniest bit when he mimicked a rhythm that she usually enjoyed from another appendage of his body, and she watched his lips curl up into a faint smirk that caused her to feel exponentially hotter.
“O-Oh...Obanai...” she murmured heatedly, encouraging him to keep going as one hand tangled absentmindedly into his hair. Wanting to do more for her, Obanai shifted so he could bring a hand in to rub teasing circles over her nub. Mitsuri voiced her approval as she pressed into his hand, seeking more friction from him.
Based on her reactions, Obanai felt like he had to be doing something right, but he still felt like he could be doing even more for her. He could only reach so far with his tongue, after all; he needed a different strategy. Switching tactics, he carefully removed his tongue from her to trade it with one, then two fingers. Pushing deeper inside her, he scissored them carefully as he asked, “Does this feel alright?” Seeing her nod, Obanai took a steadying breath before he brought his lips to her clit, enclosing it with his lips and sucking much like he would her nipple.
Her reaction was immediate. “Ah..!” Her hips bucked against him as he added his tongue into the mix, tapping against her nub in an increasingly firmer, urgent pattern while he sped up the movements of his fingers. The hand in his hair pulled him impossibly closer, and he groaned at this wordless command as he continued to work her, needing no further encouragement beyond the sights and sounds of her falling apart so thoroughly beneath him.
“Oba...nai...” she gasped out as she felt the spring within her continue to wind tighter and tighter still. “Obanai...!” The sensations suddenly rushed over her all at once as the spring burst, her orgasm hitting her hard. Mitsuri’s grip spasmed as her hips bucked against him, crying out when his ministrations didn’t falter in the slightest, which only served to drive her release higher and impossibly higher. She moaned his name once more before she suddenly released him from her grip and laid heavily on the futon, breathing hard. Slowly, Obanai pulled away from her and wiped his mouth before he crawled back up her body, laying propped up on an elbow beside her as he reached out to brush her bangs away from her eyes.
Ever the worrier for Mitsuri’s well-being, Obanai couldn’t help but ask, “Was that okay? Was it too much?”
Mitsuri nodded and then shook her head as she calmed down, dreamily meeting his concerned gaze. “That was wonderful, Obanai,” she praised as she took his hand in both of hers and held it to her chest. “Thank you.”
Obanai blushed but resisted the urge to break eye contact in embarrassment. “You don’t have to thank me,” he said earnestly, “I’ll do that as many times as you want. I...rather enjoyed it, too,” he admitted, blushing further, and Mitsuri giggled.
“I really liked doing that to you, too, Obanai,” she replied, and she leaned forward to plant a chaste kiss to his lips. “I think it’s safe to say that both of us would like to do that again sometime,” she added with her own blush, and Obanai could only nod, not fully trusting his words to sound intelligent as his mind ran through countless ideas and possibilities about ‘doing this again’.
However, he was rapidly brought back to the present as Mitsuri took his captured hand and started to drag it down her body, stopping with it just below her belly button. “Obanai?” she asked, and Obanai managed to respond ‘Hm?’ using his currently limited brainpower. Pleasuring Mitsuri had fully reawoken his own arousal, and it was taking all of his willpower and self-control to keep himself still and give Mitsuri space and time to collect herself.
It appeared that she had also noticed his body’s state of interest, however (which really wasn’t hard to do, given his current state of undress). “Do you want to keep going?” she inquired, and Obanai barely held back a groan at just the thought of continuing.
“Do you want to?” he asked in return, and she nodded, leaning in to kiss him again. It was like she had broken the spell that had held him in place; he moved towards her, pushing her back down into the pillows as he intensified the kiss, retaking control of his hand to tease her still-wet folds.
“Obanai, hurry...” she said urgently as she broke off the kiss, belatedly freeing herself from her open shirt as Obanai moved on top of her.
He let out a low exhale as he lined himself up with her entrance and pushed the tip inside. “Are you ready?” he asked as he braced himself above her. At her nod, he pushed in slowly, carefully watching her for any signs of discomfort or pain. Finding none, he started to relax and focus on the unbelievable sensation of being inside her—he knew he’d never get used to the indescribable emotional and physical feelings that coursed through him during their joining, but he’d at least like to be able to control himself enough that he could make this better for her. He had succeeded in getting her to come before he had only once so far. He didn’t think today was going to be the second time.
Once Obanai had pushed fully inside of her, he paused and took a few deep breaths, trying to get his body to relax a little. It wasn’t really working. Cursing his lack of experience and extremely aroused state, Obanai admitted, “...I don’t think I’m going to be able to last very long...” Again, he mentally added ruefully.
In response, Mitsuri wrapped her body around him, hooking her legs onto his hips and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “It’s okay, Obanai,” she said soothingly as she kissed his nose, “This is yet another thing we’ll get better and better at the more we practice. I—ooh...” Whatever Mitsuri was going to say was cut off as Obanai started to move; they may need more practice, yes, but that didn’t mean that he hadn’t learned anything.
Not having the luxury to be able to draw this out, Obanai immediately settled into a pace that he knew Mitsuri liked as he tried his best to hit the spot inside her he knew she loved, but neither of them were good at hitting consistently yet. Mitsuri gasped as Obanai also shifted all of his weight to one hand and used the other to rub well-timed circles against her nub. Obanai wasn’t messing around.
Obanai felt her grip spasm on his shoulders, so he knew he was doing at least a decent job for the moment. However, he also felt her tight heat spasm and squeeze his cock as well, which rapidly sent his senses spiraling into overdrive. He didn’t want to stop yet, but damn, he just...couldn’t—
Obanai suddenly lost control of his hips as his body took over, thrusting with little timing or finesse as his release quickly took over his movements. His head dropped to her shoulder and he let out a groan of her name, spilling himself inside of her while she held him tightly, keeping him as close to her as she possibly could. He soon stopped and rested his full weight on top of her, feeling completely boneless. Mitsuri ran one hand soothingly up and down his back, basking in their closeness as he caught his breath.
After a few more moments Obanai let out a small, frustrated sound against her shoulder. “I’m sorry,” Obanai apologized into her skin before he pulled up enough to meet her gaze. “I really wish that would stop happening,” he said earnestly.
“Don’t apologize,” Mitsuri said emphatically, reaching up to caress his cheek. “I don’t mind, really. And besides, we’re still very new at this; I’m sure we’ll have nights better than this, nights worse than this, and everything in between. And I love and look forward to all of them, because I’m with you.” She smiled up at him, and Obanai could feel his heart melt, completely overcome with his love and affection for her.
Unable to hold it in, Obanai leaned down and kissed her slowly, tenderly. “I love you,” he murmured against her lips before his kisses moved to her neck and collarbone.
Mitsuri giggled. “I love you too,” she said, “so, so much.” She giggled again as Obanai nuzzled into her neck, then let out a small moan as Obanai’s kisses evolved into something more mature and suggestive.
“Obanai?” she questioned as his kisses traveled down her skin, heading towards her stomach and lower still.
Obanai looked up at her, his yellow and turquoise eyes glittering with promise. “Since you didn’t finish, I was thinking I’d get some more practice in right now,” he said, and the passionate heat in Mitsuri’s body returned with a vengeance as Obanai did just that.
---((The End!))---