-A bit sticky, don’t you think? Though I do have to admit the chocolate is very tasty. – She smiled innocently at him, almost making his heart stop the frantic ruckus it was doing for a moment, in expectative, though he’d never admit that. –I think I want a little more.
His eyes went wide, his breath becoming too shallow, a sense of a raw joy, pleasure and a thing he could only translate as lust crawling under him with those words, lingering, making him yearn for the lips that now roamed his skin in a maddening manner.
-N-no, we… - Once more, he fought to make sense under that craziness.
Yet… And yet, a little voice whispered… No, it screamed for him to shut the hell up. Because a part of him (a part that was gaining forces at an alarming rate, he should add, but couldn’t find the courage – or lack of – to do so) actually liked of the course things were taking. In fact, it was only displeased on how little he was taking part on the fun.
He inhaled sharply as she made her way down, bewitching his senses, and oh so slow.
-Oh, we should stop? Alright. – She drew back, interrupting all forms of contact. Kiku whined loudly before he could stop himself, the sound echoing in the small environment, which was growing hotter as the seconds went by. –Hm, what is this, Kiku-kun? It wasn’t you that said we should stop?
-N-no… I… I… - He was almost hyperventilating now, the attempts of words sounding faint and meaningless.
-Could it be that you’re actually enjoying this, Kiku? – Her fake tone of shock would be hilarious if he wasn’t feeling a scalding wave of shame wash over him, [f/n]’s siren like voice threatening to capture him over her spell again. He’d hate it if it wasn’t the very same sound that charmed him away. –I’m so surprised.
She bit his neck, which startled him, since [c/n] had stopped every other action that was not the almost one-sided conversation they were supposedly to be having, despite to had kept the short (and so distractive) gap between them.
-Shall we take proves that you’re actually willing to play, so we won’t have any doubts, hm? Because we don’t want to have any doubts, now, do we? – The heat of her breath caressed his Adam’s apple, and a shiver spread itself through him, going down his spine, his brown orbs growing wide once more. She chuckled over the reaction. –Shall we consider this prove A?
Her hands ran over the muscles of his stomach, up and down, scraping her nails, tracing their shapes, then sinking in the over sensitive surface, drawing out all the trapped noises inside him, each of them coming out louder then the last one.
-Ah…! –the air barely entered his lungs before being harshly expelled in the form of growls and whimpers. He was losing his mind, bit by bit, to every new thing she was doing. –P-please! – Kiku begged, but he couldn’t say for what, who, or even why he was pleading to.
-Prove B, I dare to say? – The question hanged on the heated environment, Japan’s shaking hands feeling the wall behind him, his rapid breathing accelerating once more. Her hands, on the other side, where dangerously close to the uncomfortable tightness in his pants.
But what stunned him the most it was that he wasn’t scared. He wasn’t thinking on his personal space, despite the deep feeling that what they were doing was shameful. All he had in his mind was the want, the need that she’d continue.
It was an outrageous truth.
Kiku actually was enjoying it.
The realization of it paralyzed him for a moment, but his body quickly went back to live when his hips moved forward spontaneously when [f/n] brushed against the throbbing part of his body. A spark of pleasure roamed through him, and he found himself bucking against her, searching for more friction, without even realizing what he was doing.
She pumped in a faster rhythm, giggling.
-A little eager, aren’t you? – Her cheeky grin greeted him, just a few inches away from him.
That alone, along with all the things so far, which were slowly pilling up, ready to explode, made something inside him snap.
-You have no idea. – He said in a low, dangerous tone. Her [e/c] orbs grew, surprised.
Japan grabbed her by her hair, crushing her mouth against his. He moved his lips with the despair of someone that had been thirsty for hours to no end and had finally found a glass of water. Which he had, in a way.
He was thirsty of her, after all.
They drew back, panting heavily. Japan and [c/n] stared at each other for a second before falling into each other arms; clothes suddenly becoming useless nuisances that were there just to be ripen out of the way of their lickerish fingertips, which were discovering the feverish skin underneath and the necessity to explore every new exposed part in a frantic way, eager to print their famine fingertips over every possible surface.
With their bodies rocking back and forth in the bathroom floor, Kiku’s and [f/n]’s voices mingled with each other, in a symphony of stifled noises. Strangled by the flesh, lickerish and heated, it drained all possible thoughts and sensations to those actions, and those alone. The moans and screams that left their throats, contained in the close walls, was muffled by their kisses, the unending battle of their tongues, suppressed noises in the small space, that within every new impulse became sloppier and fierier.
Covered in sweat, groans and shouts grew in volume, filling the room with their sounds as they devoured each other, until all movements stopped, leaving behind two hoarse creatures, their harsh breathing bringing them back from the ecstasy they were drowning just a moment before.
Collapsing into each other, [f/n] and Kiku just stayed there, recovering from the overflow of their senses, an electric feeling still running over their skin, causing slights spams every now and then. Their erratic heartbeats, two hastened drums, pounded madly against their bare ribcage.
Japan stared the ceiling, trying to calm himself down. He then looked at [f/n], her [e/c] eyes dragging his mind away from anything that wasn’t the shades of the color and the expression he failed to decipher behind them.
But one thing he knew: he didn’t want to resist them anymore.