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"I love Yuji for he is my brother...but I'm not doing that."
Choso watched with shock and confusion as the woman in front of him toppled over in laughter and slid off a barstool near the kitchen island, her melodic noise echoing off the apartment walls that he now shared with her as well as Yuji. He couldn't help but be enamored by her very presence, his body tensing tightly against itself every time she entered the room, his heart fluttering and his stomach twisting in weird sensations that made him highly uncomfortable. Never before had another person had an effect on him quite like she did, and he found himself wanting to be closer to her and to shove her away simultaneously. It was annoying to his brain not knowing what exactly to do about these...feelings.
She stopped her laughing moments later; wiping a few stray tears from her honey colored eyes and looked to him with a soft smile, causing his fists to clench at his sides and away from her view as he sat upon the sofa in the conjoined living room. "I would hope not, I may have to fight you off to keep my best friend from being traumatized!" She joked. Even though her mood and threat was nothing but empty air, Choso couldn't help but to think of her actually trying to fight him from his younger brother. She had no skills combat wise, wasn't a curse or a sorcerer. She was simply human, with the ability to see curses and that was it. But the thought of being so close to her, having her pull and tug at him as she desperately fought a losing battle made his insides swirl once more.
Choso felt as though he was supposed to smile in this situation, at her playful attitude and kind demeanor towards him with her light-hearted statement, but he was too busy focusing on the slow swell of blood that tried to rush elsewhere, thank the stars for his technique, it had saved him more times that once in her presence. But she still hadn't answered the question that he had initially asked. "But why do people do that...it's odd," he asked once more, watching as she came over to sit beside him on the soft couch of the apartments living room, her bare knee bumping into his thigh. She plopped down without a care in the world, dressed in nothing more than a comfortable set of silky pajama shorts and a too big shirt she stole from Yuji; he could die with how much skin was innocently flashing at him.
"Well for many reasons," she started, pulling her inky hair up into a messy bun atop her head. "Love can be described as a lot of things. You have a familial love for Yuji, a brotherly one that is protective and kind; you don't want to see him hurt and would probably go beyond expectations for him. But when you see two people share a kiss, that's a different kind of love." She finished by pulling her hair tight against her scalp, leaning her arm against the backrest of the couch and looking him dead on. He was still confused by her statement. She was no doubt explaining it well, but he still didn't quite understand this human emotion that so often is displayed publically.
"How so? Love is love, is it not?" He pressed, thinking back as to how he got into this conversation in the first place. Yuji was out with friends, against Choso's wishes obviously, and Kiyo was in the shower. He had recently learned that the television was a plethora of strange and cheesy entertainment, something to rid his boredom while his roommates finished their own tasks. As he scrolled through the channels, he settled on an old black and white film. Like many timey romances, the movie took a turn for the sensual and soon a rather provocative scene appeared with two lip-locked actors giving it all they had for the sake of the shot. Moans and groans escaped from the speakers, arms tangled in each other's hair, and the man's hand drifted to rather unsavory places, causing the woman to gasp out in shock and awe.
Choso curled his lip up in disgust as he watched, not understanding why on earth two people would want to swap spit with one another. It seemed dirty, vile and utterly unsanitary, something he would never be participating in. But when thoughts of Kiyo flooded his mind, he was tempted to take back his previous statement. He thought of her cute little pout that she sported whenever she wanted something from him or Yuji. The way her bottom lip would stick out a little too far, showcasing her sweet childishness to them. But then again that same lip would curl into a smile as soon as she got what she initially wanted, her tongue poking out to swipe across it in a small act of victory and a small unknowing tease to Choso.
"Well yes and no. For example; I love Yuji with all my heart, but when he comes home from school every day I'm not running up to him to try and kiss him and rip his clothes off. I have a platonic love for him. I would do my best to protect him and be there for him if he needed me, but I can't imagine myself in a relationship with him romantically. It's different, kind of hard to explain, honestly." Choso was snapped back to reality as Kiyo spoke once more, his ears only picking up a few words that she spouted out to him. "It looks and seems disgusting. I want no part of it, ever." He crossed his arms over his t-shirt covered chest to prove his point when he heard her laughing again, getting up from the couch and heading back to the kitchen.
"Eh, don't knock it until you try it, Choso. Who knows, you may love it." She patted the top of his head between his signature buns, whispering out that last part as her fingers ruffled at his hair.
Choso went rigid and also stood from the couch, grabbing an apple from the sparse fruit bowl atop the kitchen island while muttering, "I highly doubt it." He heard her giggle once more before he entered into his room, taking a bite from the fruit and flopping down onto his bed, his free arm slinging over his eyes. Kiyos giggle echoed in his mind like a melody and her sweet smile flashed against his brain like a film on loop. It had been this way for him since the day the power went out in the entire apartment complex and they all huddled together in Yuji's room to sleep, looking like a pile of hypothermic bodies with blankets and throws over them to fight the negative degree chill. Choso awoke first that morning with his legs bound with Kiyos and her head resting comfortable under his arm, her own snuggled into his side by her chest in search of warmth. Choso could practically feel the heat in his body scorching his skin as his brain went haywire as to what to do. That moment was the beginning of the end for him.
Every time she would walk by now, his heart would pound and his body would jerk. He had this overwhelming need to want to embrace her like he secretly had that morning before she stirred and woke up, but his nerves and lack of experience with the opposite sex always stopped him. In the short amount of time that he had been transformed from a cursed object, he had lived most of it acting as a curse. With no feelings and no use for human emotions, he was cruel against his own heart in those times. But now that he had aligned himself oppositely, he was trying to live more human, and Kiyo was the main source of helping him. She answered every question he had without making him feel inferior or stupid, always smiling and always telling him that there was no shame in not knowing, because with the life he had lived so far, how could he?. "It's not your fault," she would say, "You can't help the events that transpired. All you can do now is move forward, and I'm honored to be able to help you!"
She let him hold her hand once; intertwining their fingers during an exceptionally terrifying scene during a movie that Yuji had begged her to watch with him, knowing that she was a crybaby when it came to horror. He had felt her grab his hand under the plush blanket they all shared on the couch, her eyes glued to the screen like the monster would jump through the glass to grab her and suck her back in. But even as she undoubtedly felt his hand go stiff and turn clammy, she didn't let go, only snuggled into his side discreetly while clasping their hands together until the end of the movie. It was one of the most satisfying moments Choso could ever remember since his reincarnation. Her warmth spread though his body like butter, her hand soft against his own, and her fingers curling between his to hold him close and tightening when another jump scare would alarm her. "Get a grip Choso, that'll never happen again." Choso tossed the apple he had partially eaten into the trash bin beside his bed and rolled over to his side, closing his eyes and drifting off into a light slumber.
It was hours later when he awoke, glancing to the bright red numbers of his alarm clock and seeing it read two-thirty in the morning. Looking out the window, he saw that the nighttime sky was blackened, sprinkled with tiny shimmering lights that did in fact tell him his alarm clock was correct. It was the early hours and the late night. He groaned and rolled to his body oppositely, flipping his pillow to the cool side and throwing the covers from his body in an effort to get comfortable again. He tossed and turned for what felt like ages before deciding that sleep would not come to him again for quite awhile. He blinked his eyes for a few moments before exiting his room, happy to hear Yuji's soft snores from across the hall. At least he made him home from his friends ok. Choso's bare feet padded down the carpeted hallway and back into the living room when he saw the illumination of the TV casting a hazy hue. The volume was down to barely a whisper when he heard her voice speaking to him.
"You too?"
Choso snapped his head to the kitchen, watching as Kiyo poured herself a steaming cup of tea, her hair still messy atop her head with a few strands that had fallen down to her face. He watched as she grabbed another cup from the cupboard, pouring the remaining hot water into it before placing a few teabags and letting them steep. "Come on; let it do its thing for a bit. I'll grab them later." Kiyo cast a gentle smile his way and walked over to the couch, her head turning to see if he was following, and he was. He sat down on the couch, his legs stretched out and his arms raised up across the back of the piece of furniture.
Choso watched as she sat down beside him, her own back again the arm of the couch and her legs stretch out across the cushions, her toes barely reaching his cloth covered thigh. "What do you want to watch while we wait," she asked, grabbing the remote from the side table and flipping though the channels like he had done earlier. He replied, "It doesn't matter to me, whatever you would like." Choso saw her smile and she changed the channel a few more times before settling on a cheesy sitcom, comedy filled and guaranteed to make you laugh.
They sat in a comfortable silence for a bit, chuckles coming from deep within their chests every once and awhile before Kiyo could feel Choso tense slightly as a somewhat romantic scene appeared. She watched as his eyes focused on the screen, looking to the mother and father of the tv show end their silly fight with sweet words of affirmation and a longer than necessary kiss as the credits faded in before the start of the next episode. She watched as Choso lip curled slightly, a small 'tch' unknowingly coming from his mouth as he blinked.
"You really think it's that gross, don't you?"
Choso was taken back, feeling the sleepiness settling back into him before that damned romance scene came on the screen again, it's like it was everywhere, mocking him. He felt his stomach twist, the nagging thought of another person's saliva entering his mouth causing him to shiver. "Hmm? I don't know. It just seems...I don't know. I don't really have anyone to even try it with so what's the point of getting upset over it?" Choso watched with half-lidded eyes as Kiyo stood, walking over to him and blocking his view of the TV with her hands on her hips and a serious look on her face. "Choso, you want to live as a human, you have to be able to conquer this. Let me--let me help you?"
Her tone made her sentence more of a question, and it was at that moment that he noticed a faint pink dusting on her cheeks and the top of her ears. She looked away from him, a tiny indent on her left cheek signaling that she was chewing on the inside, something that he had picked up on when she was uncomfortable. Choso felt his heart explode with nervousness, his eyes widening from his their previous half awake state as he stared at her, the object of his emotional troubles for months now. "S-Seriously? You would--do that--for me?" His words came out stuttering and broken, like he was a child trying to overcome an immense fear, which in a way he was.
"W-Well of course! I mean I told you that I would help you with anything you need. And this seems kind of important and--if you're going to kiss someone it should at least be someone who genuinely cares about you." Kiyo brought her arms up to her stomach, holding them together like a person would if they were shy or timid about something. Choso saw as her eyes dropped to the floor and her body swayed from side to side, something else she did when she was nervous. He thought for a moment at her words and she wasn't wrong. He didn't exactly have a line of women trotting after him in attempts to shower him with affection. She was the only woman he was close to, the only woman who had ever expressed any hint of kindness to him.
The only woman he would ever even consider allowing to do such a thing to him. He closed his eyes, sitting up straighter on the couch and bringing his arms down to settle on his lap. "Ok."
Her eyes shot wide and she looked to him incredulously, the pink on her cheeks increasing tenfold as she heard him agree to her request. Choso watched as she shuddered, her mouth opening to speak, "O-Ok then. If you hate it, we will never speak of it again. Nothing will change in our friendship either, I promise." She smiled down at him, taking note of his body language before watching him nod his head, his eyes looking up to hers. "Do you trust me Choso?" She stepped closer to him, her legs bumping at his knees and her hands falling to her sides, fiddling with the bottom hem of her shorts.
Choso was at a loss for words, only managing a small nod before he sucked in a deep breath as she swiftly straddled him, her legs slotted on either side of his hips and her core nestled comfortably against his. She settled her full weight on him, watching him as his face turned crimson and his hands shot up into the air at a loss of what to do while his eyes glanced down to their touching crotches. "K-Kiyo!" Choso felt panic run through him as he began to swell to life beneath her. He would use his technique had he not been fucking shell-shocked by her brazen actions. "Y-You need to move! I-I can't help--"
"Shhh...It's ok Choso." Her hands came up to his face, grasping him by his cheeks and watching as his blood mark began to expand slightly on accident, his emotions running high and she hadn't done anything but sit on him. But even that, for someone like Choso, probably felt like the world was crumbling right in front of him. He had no clue on what to do, how to act, or how to regulate the flurry of sensations and emotions that were suddenly zooming through him. Kiyo did indeed feel him getting hard against her, but that was ok, she saw no shame in his involuntary bodily actions, it showed her that he didn't find her completely repulsive. Showed her that deep down, somewhere beneath the cursed energy and muscle and skin that was Choso, he was enjoying himself, even if his mind didn't know it yet.
"B-But...it's embarrassing. I-I can't make it go-go away." Choso had turned vulnerable now. He felt himself starting to sweat under her touch, melting into the warmth of her hands as she swiped the small droplets of blood from his cheeks before wiping it carelessly on her shirt so his poison didn't affect her. "Choso," she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his forehead, lingering for a few moments before pulling back, "it's ok. This is what it means to be human. To feel these emotions and to feel arousal is normal when in a situation like this. I promise you...it's alright. You said you trusted me, so trust me now."
How could he deny her when she spoke to him like that? Like he was the only thing in the world that mattered? His forehead felt hot from her kiss and he looked to her before breathing deep and gently grasping her wrists near his face. "I trust you. What--what do I do with my hands?" Kiyo laughed airily at his innocence, her heart singing in the fact that he was allowing her to share such a special moment with him. She wouldn't deny that she had thought of it more often than not in the depths of her own mind, but he didn't need to know that just yet. "Put them here for now. It's a safe spot." She brought his hands down to her hips, pressing them into the pliant flesh and he froze as she shifted slightly, the barest movement sending a spark as she rubbed against his hardened member by accident.
Choso hissed at the feeling, his mouth falling open at the overwhelming pleasure it sent to him. He wasn't sure he was going to be able to even make it long enough for her to kiss him; he wanted to bolt into his bedroom and lock the door. Usually when he swelled he would use his technique to quell the fire and it would go away on his own. There were moments where it felt like he was going lose control of himself before he could even get to a bathroom and that scared him. The unknown of his own body and what it was doing scared, no mortified, him indefinitely.
"Close your eyes, Choso, trust me to take care of you, ok?" Her voice was low, quiet and comforting against his too hot body. He said nothing, only closing his eyes and feeling her movements as she placed a hand on his shoulder while the other cupped his cheek with tender care. She kissed his forehead again before moving to each of his eyes. She giggled when he jumped, clenching the fabric of her shirt that hung at her hips where she had placed his hands. She kissed the tip of his nose, brushing her lips across his skin until she had also kissed each of his cheeks, causing a rolling boil to start deep within his stomach from her light caresses. "You still ok?"
Yes? No? Maybe? Hell, he hadn't a clue to his current state. "I think so," he mumbled out, his own words breathless as he began to relax, the shock of events becoming more and more familiar to him as she took her time, kissing his skin slowly. He didn't want to admit to it, but Choso was indeed enjoying her ministrations. She took her time, making sure to map out the area her lips touched before moving to the next, humming softly when he would jump or get startled when she found a new spot to explore. He mostly enjoyed the way she rubbed against the back of his neck, her fingers scratching sensually at his scalp before cradling his skull to her once more, holding him closer. "Choso..." His eyes snapped open when she felt him whisper into his ear, her breath fanning over his lobe and causing a full body shiver to roar through him. "I'm going to kiss you now. Just relax for me, yeah?" Choso watched as she leaned back and for the first time since he had closed his eyes, he could see that she looked to be just as worked up as he was. The blush from her cheeks was spreading down to her chest, disappearing under the hem of her shirt and her hands and legs had started to tremble. She breathed long deep breaths and cradled his cheek once again, giving him a final glance before leaning in closer.
Choso knew deep down within his heart that he was going to find this atrocious. He knew that the very act that had been bugging at his brain for the past few hours would make him want to hurl, to spew every content of his stomach into the ground. He wouldn't deny that the kisses to the skin of his face was very pleasant, something that he would almost ask her to do again. But when she had grasped him with softness he had never known and slotted her lips against his own, he knew that it was over. That he was royally, unequivocally and totally...fucked.
He froze in his spot, his inexperience showing as his own lips clamped shut, prohibiting her from going any further, even though he desperately wanted her to. His hands grasped at her hips hard, to the point that her shirt had risen up and he was now feeling the warm flesh of her skin under his calloused fingertips. Her lips were heavenly, soft like a cloud against him and his eyes slipped shut, taking in the thing that he thought he was going to hate with want and need. She pulled back too soon, kissing his cheek once more before leaning over and biting his lobe between her teeth, making him pant openly against her shoulder. "Open your mouth a bit for me, please?"
Kiyo could have told him to commit mass genocide and in that moment he absolutely would have without a second thought. He would do anything right now get feel her lips upon his own again, the feeling that he was sure to be grotesque the exact opposite. He felt her move back across his cheek, peppering small kisses until she reached his mouth again, her hand holding his chin and pulling it down to pry it open slightly. Choso felt his cock twitch when she slithered her tongue inside, exploring a part of him that had been untouched until now. He let out an involuntary groan and his hips moved up on reflex, grinding against her and causing her to whine out into his mouth, her tongue flicking against his own. She continued her assault on him and he timidly tried to move with her, embracing the pleasurable act that she was whole heartedly giving him. His actions were stiff compared to hers but the sigh she breathed out gave him a small bit of confidence when his tongue glided against the roof of her mouth. He brought a hand up and held the back of her neck like she had done to him earlier, and it caused her shift once more on his crotch, sending another pang of pleasure through his body.
This isn't what Choso was expecting when he saw a couple kissing on the television. This was so much better, so much deeper than he thought it would be. His senses were flooded with nothing but her. The way she smelled of her lilac shampoo, the way her mouth tasted of strawberries and cream from a sugary snack she must have eaten before he woke up, the way that her core was now rubbing against him in a slow rhythm that made feel like he needed too...oh no...not this again.
Choso reluctantly pulled back from her, panic on his face as he felt the familiar sensation of the unknown creeping into his cock. "Ki-Kiyo...we have to stop. I-I need to go--" Kiyo stilled her movements near instantly, concerned with the absolute panic on his face, the fear in his eyes that seemed to come out of nowhere. "What's wrong? Did-did you hate kissing that much? I'm sorr--"
"No! Please don't say that...I want more, please. But I feel like--" He looked away from her with embarrassment, not really sure how to tell her that he needed to go take a piss in the middle of such an intimate moment. "Choso, tell me what's wrong. Let me help you, please." Kiyo grasped his face in her hands once more, looking at him with utter concern for his wellbeing. This was no doubt a lot for him and she didn't want to send him into emotional overstimulation. Choso was powerful on the battlefield yes, but in moments such as this he was not. He was tiny, vulnerable and almost childish with his innocence and lack of knowledge.
"I feel like I have to--like I have to go piss. Every time you," he let out an awkward groan as he felt you move atop him once more by mistake, trying to adjust yourself. "That! When you move on me like that, it makes me feel like I'm about to lose control of myself! Please....let me go." Choso watched as her face contorted into a grin and she giggled slightly, placing her hands on his shoulders before settling back down atop of him. "H-Hey! Kiyo!"
"Oh Choso, you don't have to use the bathroom." Kiyo watched as his face looked to her in horror. She knew good and well that if he really wanted to, he could stand up with her in tow and leave, if he really needed to, but he was so overtaken by all the emotions that she was giving him that he didn't even realize that he was about to blow his load in his pants. She wondered if he even knew what it meant to cum or if he had ever had it happen to him before. "Do you still trust me Choso? Trust me to make you feel better down there too?"
Choso gulped, glancing down at their clothed connection and feeling fire licking at his pale skin. He had come this far and she hadn't led him astray yet. She was human after all and knew much more than he. "Y-Yes. It kind of hurts though."
Chiyo took his hands and placed them back on her hips, before starting a gentle rhythm again. "I know it does. I'm going to help you," she leaned forward and gave him a peck on his lips, "just don't fight it. Just let go and ride the wave when it happens." Kiyo wrapped one of her arms around his neck while the other lay delicately on his chest, grasping at the material of his shirt to gather her own wits. She could feel his breathing increase with every roll of her hips, every sway across his hard cock underneath her sent shiver through her spine, her own pleasure becoming evident in her huffs and pants. It wouldn't take long at this point, Choso concluded. The way she was moving, her breath hot against his neck as she rubbed and ground against him was sinfully addicting. Is this what he's been missing out on this entire time? Well fuck him and his stupidly, delusional thoughts.
Choso felt his cock starting to twitch, something leaking from the tip like he was pissing himself and soaking through his pants. He felt panic until he was reminded to not fight it, to let it happen as Kiyo had instructed earlier. "I can feel you throbbing Choso. It shouldn't be long now." Kiyo kissed along the skin of his neck, making his gasp out and grip her harshly, his hands moving with natural bodily instinct along the swell of her ass and aiding her in the movements against him. Choso began to grunt, her movements becoming quicker and more erratic, causing him to buck his own hips up into her, seeking more and more of the frictions that was new to him.
"K-Kiss me. Please, please kiss me again, Kiyo." Choso was practically begging at this point, not even aware that his blood mark had begun leaking down his cheeks again, mimicking tears as his body felt the coil of pleasure being curled tightly deep within him. Kiyo did not deny his request, fisting his silky hair in her hand and crashing her lips to his in a sudden aching need to be as close to him as possible. He opened his mouth, needing to taste her sweetness once more and he gripped at her body, thrusting his pelvis up against her in a hurried fashion, his feet planted firmly on the floor. He let loose a loud moan when she bit his bottom lip, holding it snug between her teeth before releasing it and swiping her tongue over the hurt skin. The feeling in his stomach was at its peak now and Choso felt like he was about to die if something didn't happen soon. His brain was becoming foggy, the tingle along his cock becoming unbearably painful and yet not enough.
He pulled away from her mouth, his hands coming up to hold her under her arms and behind her shoulders, his face buried in the expanse of her neck because he didn't have anywhere else to go. Nowhere to escape of stop the feeling that was crashing over him, making his skin tingle and his crotch to burn as his cock strained hard in his pants. "K-Kiyo...it-it's happening! Somethi--ngh!" Choso felt himself go impossibly rigid under her as his cock continued to throb and twitch, waves of pleasure stealing away his breath as he gripped her body close to his. His nails dug into her shoulders and his mouth opened on her skin, hot breath heaving against her skin and causing small droplets of water to slide down before being absorbed by her shirt.
He felt her rub at his back, kissing the top of his head as he came down from one of the most powerful feelings he has ever experienced. She kissed the top of his head before gently pushing him away, smiling down on his flushed and utterly fucked-out face. His blood mark was receding back to its normal stripe across his nose, and she brought the bottom of his shirt up to wipe the thin crimson lines that were smudged along his cheeks. "Hey...you ok?" She asked him, holding him with tender care that made his heart flutter. "What-what happened to me? What was that?"
Kiyo laughed, grasping his hands that had yet to leave her bottom and brought them to her lips. She kissed his knuckles and watched as he looked to her with genuine curiosity, "You just had, what I'm guessing to be, your first orgasm. Felt pretty nice right? And I'll bet that it doesn't hurt as bad anymore." Kiyo felt him shift under her, wincing when his softening cock was stimulated by the small movement and she got off of him quickly. "Come on, you need a change of clothes and a shower." Choso watched as she stood, wondering to himself if she also experienced the intense pleasure that he had only moments ago, hiding it better than he had. "Kiyo?" Choso watched as she stopped walking, turning her head to him. "Did you also...umm--" He scratched the back of his neck, looking to the ground with unease lacing his features.
"Don't worry about me right now Choso. This was all about you. I'm good."
All about him? Choso couldn't recall a time where anything had been strictly just about him and him alone. It felt...nice. She felt nice. Everything she did to him and helped him to experience felt more than nice, it felt addicting. Even though she showered him with kisses, something that he did NOT find disgusting anymore, he already wanted more, his stomach contracting against his skin at the mere thought of locking lips with her once more. "Kiyo?" Choso walked awkwardly, his pants sticking to his thighs uncomfortably, and reached out to grab her shoulder. "Can I...kiss you again?"
He watched as her face lit up with excitement, her eyes sparkling with joy before squeaking out, "Of course Choso, you can kiss me whenever you like." It was Kiyos turn to be surprised when he approached her and leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that somehow held a different meaning that the previous ones they shared only moments earlier. Her eyes closed as he pressed hard against her, nearly pushing her to wall with how forceful he was being. But what surprised her more was when he pulled away to embrace her in a hug, his chin lying against her shoulder.
"Thank you Kiyo. I-I think I would like to kiss you often, if that's ok?"
She laughed against his large form, bringing her arms around to envelop him as much as she could to hug him back during this special moment. "I think I'd like that too. Just wait until you discover actual sex," she giggled out, feeling him go rigid under her before letting her go and looking at her seriously.
"Is that something you could help me with also?"
Kiyo felt her stomach lurch with sudden desire. He was so innocent, so pure and unknowing at what he asked of her. But she wouldn't have it any other way. Grabbing his hand, she led him to the bathroom to help him clean up the mess in his pants while stating, "Of course Choso. I'll always help you with anything you need."