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This City at Night
On your first night of the impromptu trip, Satoru took it in his stride when you said you wanted to have greasy meat for dinner. When you wanted drinks, however, he started getting a little apprehensive. You knew he didn't drink much, after all. He still had one as opposed to your three beers, but he was more buzzed than you. When you arrived back at the unit and said you wanted to bathe first to get rid of the stench of smoke and barbecue on your skin, he obliged, but only because he was still trying to compose himself.
Satoru could hear his own pulse in his ears now, his senses all the more heightened as he tried to maintain a steady hold on his common sense. However, he was far too enamoured with you to even think about anything else.
And when you stepped out of the bathroom in a silk nightgown he hadn't seen you in before, your cheeks and palms still warm and balmy from the little soak you had mere moments ago, his common sense was flung out of the room.
"Toru?" You called to him with a pet name, your voice all too sweet to him right now.
"Y-Yeah?"
It was unusual to see him so nervous. He was usually very calm and sure of himself. Now that you're thinking about it, what was he so nervous about? Was it because he was tipsy? It's not like this was your first time with him.
Oh, your first time with him was less than ideal, but he promised to take good care of you and he did so.
"I drew a bath for you, too, so if you want to…"
Instincts. He was acting out of need entirely and not just mere liking. His very body was telling him so— I need to hold her. I need to, I need to, I must—
"Toru…?"
So he does, the very moment you willingly entered his slightly trembling arms and you realised that there was no infinity between you. He was seeing you just as you are, your potent beauty in its rawest and fullest form. To him, you've bewitched far too many men and women alike that he had to claim you as his own—
Mine, mine, mine. All of you—
Okay, maybe Satoru was a bit more drunk than you expected.
He dipped his head and dove in for a kiss. When you returned his kiss and embrace with just the same fervour, if not more, he realised that he could feel everything immensely— insanely.
"H-Hey, Toru, did you intentionally bring me here so w—"
He kissed you again, silencing any further thought you wanted to speak. He tenderly gripped your arms and pulled you down with him as he sank into the bed, the plush comforters so soft against your skin. Though his thoughts were a little hazy, he could tell that you were straddling him at the moment, his hands now swimming dangerously deep into the silk you wore.
"Y-You can touch me more if… if you want," your voice was more like an exhale as you felt his hands dance up to your sides. "Oh…"
Satoru's hands were warm. Too warm, in fact, that you couldn't help but think he was overheating. "Toru?…"
I need to take charge— was his first thought, so he does by gripping your waist all of a sudden, eliciting a small yelp from you. He gently takes your chin in his fingers and runs his thumb over your lips, tenderly parting them to give you an open-mouthed kiss this time.
His burning hands roam the expanse of your balmy skin underneath the silk, which you intentionally wore for this evening but did not expect to get results from so soon. His head was filled with nothing else but your scent— his scent, since you used his soap and shampoo— and your quivering voice and the softness of your skin against his own.
He lifted the nightgown off you and breathed deep as he gazed at your bare figure, steam and electricity emanating from your skin as he held you close.
"You've always been so beautiful to me," he told you, the stars in his eyes only proving his statement true. "Nothing else comes close."
His breath was warm and still smelt of the beer he begrudgingly drank earlier, but it was just the sweetest for you. "You're just as pretty, Toru…"
Satoru pressed his lips to your pulse on your neck, smattering the length with tender kisses that only grew needier as he moved lower and lower.
"…Ahh—"
And you could only lose yourself to the heat of his caress.
"There's a certain bliss in lovemaking that will make you absolutely grateful to have been born a woman," your mother once told you. "And when you do it with the right person…"
Your thoughts were broken when he latched his mouth onto your breast, his free hand fondling the other. There was no stopping the shiver that danced up your spine the moment he started sucking at your puckered nipples.
"Mnnntoruuu— ah!…" All your moans and words were stringed into one incoherent garble that left your lips. His mouth broke into a crooked smile as he felt your fingertips graze the silvery hair on his nape, even more when you started grinding against him and his hard on that seemed to jump out of his pants.
"No need to be so impatient, sweetheart," he murmured against your cheek before taking your hands in his, guiding them to the base of his rigid torso. "Go ahead if you can't wait any longer."
There was a twinkle of satisfaction in his eyes as blue as the day sky when you started unbuckling his belt, the sound of the metal clasp only bringing out the cheekiness of his smile even further, as though saying he's caught you right where he wanted.
So you smile right back at him, your lips twisted in pleasure as you brought out the boner from the confines of his pants and boxers and started stroking it, savouring the heady breaths that left his parted lips. You gently thumbed the bead of precum on the tip of his dick, circling it around your palm as you continued pumping your fist up and down his length.
"H-Hey, when did you get so goodhgrr—" His question was punctuated with a low growl as you peppered his neck with kisses this time, nipping at his tender skin and leaving a trail of light love bites that will surely disappear when the morning comes.
You didn't stop your stroking even as you dismounted him and knelt down between his long legs. "Just relax, okay, Toru?"
But there was nothing relaxing about the way you opened your mouth to gradually receive him. The low, guttural moan that escaped his lips was unheard to you as you busied yourself with pleasuring him with your tongue and mouth, and you could tell that he was pleased by the way he placed his hand over your head and unknowingly jerked his hips forward.
This couldn't already be too much stimulation for him, right? But he was absolutely rigid in your mouth and by the looks of things, you may have a long night ahead of you.
"Ah, shit—" he cursed under his breath as he held the crown of your head in his hand. "So good…"
And you weren't just about to stop there after hearing the slightest bit of praise from him.
His hold on your head tightened as you slightly moved faster and you could feel his fingers dig into your damp hair.
How long has it been since you two last had sex, anyway? Has it been that long? Then again, you were always quick to dismiss your mothers every time they brought up the topic of grandchildren…
"!!"
Satoru gripped your head, a tremble in his hands as he impatiently fucked into your mouth, and there was nothing you could do but move your tongue and hold back your gagging, hot tears welling in the corner of your eyes as you tried to brush away the pain on your knees.
"Hold out your tits, sweetheart… L-Let me cum on them."
You obliged, carefully scooping your chest into your arms to hold them up to him as he pulled out his dick from your mouth and continued pumping, using your saliva as his lubricant.
"Perfect," he breathed out as he loomed over your knelt figure. "Urgh— shit…!"
His finish came in torrid drops and ropes, spilling carelessly over your breasts and dripping onto your thighs as well. On his face was a look of sheer bliss and fucked-out pleasure, but it didn't last long when he came to once again. "Wait a sec, let me grab a towel…"
It was funny seeing him walk around the room with his dick still hanging out of his pants. He rummaged through his dresser and brought out one of his white face towels, dunking it in water and wringing it out before eventually crouching down before you.
You seemed to forget that despite his strong sexual drive, he is a master of aftercare.
"Cold?" He asked as he ran you down with the damp towel, making sure he wiped your chest carefully. "Oh, seemed to have gotten some on your chin, too. Sorry…"
"It's okay, Toru…"
"Maybe I was a bit too eager," he replied with a defeated sigh. "It's been about a month or so since I last held you, after all…"
"You can still hold me," you stated with a little coy smile on your face, one that wordlessly seemed to ask him for more. "Isn't it only nine-something? Or are you already sleepy—"
Satoru seized your wrist and pulled you up from the floor, hoisting you onto his lap once again. "Not yet. Better yet, why don't I do something for you this time?"
There was a slight hint of danger and mischief in his voice as he pulled off his blindfold around his neck and gently fastened it over your eyes, robbing you of your sight in the meantime.
"Well, sweetheart? You're okay with this, right?" He asked, his warm breath tickling your ear as he whispered right into it. Every other sense was further heightened by the loss of your vision, your anticipation even more. "I'll take care of you, so long as you listen to me. Now, come on, make yourself comfortable."
He allowed you to crawl out of his arms and back into the bed, your figure sinking into the plushness of the comforters. Another surprised squeak left your lips as he placed his hands on your thighs, carefully spreading them apart so he could happily sink his mouth into you, into the warm wetness between your legs.
With your vision hindered, every other sense was on high alert, intensified, transforming your entire body into a overcharged erogenous zone.
"Ooh… W-Wait— ahh!"
You could feel him smiling between your legs, his hands reaching out for yours to lead them to his hair— his soft and silky hair— to curl your fingers into as he gladly ate you out. He gripped your thighs as he licked you, ignoring your impatient whines as he languorously and unhurriedly lapped at your folds, intending to take his sweet time tasting you.
"T-Toruuu… hnn…"
In the back of your mind was his bright blue eyes shining in the dark, the same glint of danger lighting them as he eyed your heaving chest. He dipped a slender finger knuckle-deep into your sopping pussy, his movements careful and measured so as to not hurt you.
You felt the bed shift as he positioned himself on top of you, two of his fingers now pumping and thrusting in and out of you at a pace he believed to be pleasurable for you, given the sound of your moans.
"Hhnn… Th-There— Oh!…"
"You like it there?…" He asked you, and you could tell from the sultry sound of his voice that he was nothing but pleased with how honest you were being.
And you were certain he had a shit-eating grin on his face when you jerked your hips against his hand. "Well, you're being really impatient, sweetheart…"
You had no retort for him except the sound of your yearning in the form of needy moans. "P-Please, Toru…"
Satoru couldn't hide how his lips curled to another crooked smile when he heard you pleading for him. Pleading for his—
"A-Aren't you going to f-fuck me yet?…"
The bed shifted once more and you hoped it was because he was finally getting ready to piston into you. His fingers sank into your waist and you felt yourself be lifted ever so slightly. "Satoru…?"
He angled you to receive him, his murmurs lost to you as you sensed his length running over the burning wetness of your folds. "…missed you so much…"
When he moved to remove the blindfold over your eyes, the first thing you saw was the enamoured look on his face as he rocked against you, the tip of his cock sliding against your entrance before he eventually thrust into you. He tried to build a steady pace and made sure you were as comfortable and blissed out as he was.
"Gghh— Ahh… So good! You feel so good!—"
And blissed out you were by the sound of your cries. You coiled your arms around his neck and drew him down to another open-mouthed kiss.
It's been way too long, you managed a thought as he fucked you deep into the plush comforters, the sound of your lewd moans and his pleased groans reverberating in the room. When the high collar of his jacket was flung open by his movement, a single silver thread spilled out— only it wasn't really thread, but a silver necklace carefully fastened around his lean neck. Playfully dangling over your eyes was his wedding ring, the only other pair of your very own, which you kept safe in a locked jewellery box at home.
Now isn't the time to be so sentimental, but I can't fucking help it.
Seeing him embody his commitment in his own way brought tears to your eyes.
I love him so much.
"Hey… Hey, are you okay, sweetheart?" Satoru asked as he slowed down his tempo, his voice laced with so much concern that he moved to wipe away the tears that rolled down your cheeks. "Does it hurt?"
"N-No, I… I'm okay," you replied, though he could tell that you weren't exactly okay by the way your lips quivered.
"What's the matter?"
"I'm s-sorry. I just… I really love you a lot is all…"
Satoru blinked in disbelief at your supposed reasoning. "You're not hurt anywhere, are you?"
"I-I'm not, I swear…" You stated before eventually burying your burning face in your hands. However, there was no keeping your moans to yourself when he started rocking against you again. He seized your wrists and pinned them overhead, exposing your expression that was a mixture of endless adoration and fucked-out ecstasy.
"Don't… Don't hide your face. Look at me," he rattled with his low voice, gripping your wrists in place as he started picking up his pace. "Look at me because I wanna see your pretty face while I'm fucking you senseless."
"Ah—! T-Toruuu…!"
"I-I love you, too. You're my everything! Mine! Grh—" He growled at you, snaking his arms around your figure as he fucked you deeper and deeper into the bed. "S-Say that you're mine!"
You were seeing stars now by the way he moved against you, your skin burning against his clothes as they rustled at his every jerk.
"I'm y-yours, Satoru… I'll devote my e-entire being to you—!"
And along with the stars in your eyes came a blinding climax that caused you to cling onto him like a feeding flytrap. "Aah…"
Your spasms made it hard for him to pull away, but he knew he had to. He knew that much even after that wave of oscillating pleasure washed over him.
"Ngh— Ah!"
He swiftly pulled out of you the moment he felt like he about to cum, spilling his scorching seed all over your stomach.
Part of you wished he finished inside you instead, but that wasn't a decision you could make on your own.
You exchanged blissful and heady breaths before he pressed a kiss to your sweaty temple and eventually sat up. He rummaged for the little towel he used on you earlier and ran it down on your abdomen, careful not to let anything spill over on his sheets.
"Toru…"
"Hm?"
"Have you ever thought of having a child with me?" You asked him as you curled to your side so that you were facing him as he sat on the edge of the bed. "A child… would bond us further forever. They would be living proof of our love."
"A kid, huh?"
Satoru didn't want to admit that it was a big ask— That kind of undertaking was meant for two people exactly, and it required a certain kind of commitment he wasn't quite ready to get into yet, despite his own age. Not only that, but the world that your child would be born in… It's not his most ideal.
"But only if you want to…" You suffixed your query with recourse for him, reaching for his free hand. "It's a tough ask, I know…"
You squeezed it, as though telling him, it's all right. Maybe not now. He wasn't so sure if fatherhood suited him, too.
"You don't have to be the best dad, if that's what you're worried about," you said with a tender smile on your face. "You'll be a good dad, I know that much."
Those simple words silenced his thoughts and filled him with courage. If it's with you, then it's worth the try.
"I think it's a lovely thought, sweetheart," he replied with the same tender smile. "I think it's perfect since I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And a littler you— or me."
End.