Archive of Our Own

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If you see this fic outside of Archive of Our Own, it's been stolen.

Tsukumo offered to take Choso's virginity after finding out he couldn't remember his first time.

"But it wasn't my first time," Choso pointed out to her. "It was this host body's I'm inhibiting."

"Isn't that weird?" The sorcerer had changed clothes. Something looser and flowy as she lounged on the couch, head propped up in her hand. "To have those memories, but not be yours?"

Was it? Choso thought about it, comparing it to his limited experience. Then his host's memories. Yes, it was very weird, according to his host. But—

"It's not the weirdest thing since I started living."

The memories were only scraps, the fading remnants of a life before. Knowledge melding into his, fitting his sense of self like caulking the cracks in the concrete of what Choso was now.

A human. A curse. The oldest out of ten. Someone who had volunteered to guard the immortal Tengen. Someone who had taken down Kenjaku with the help of Tsukumo.

And also, someone with a vast knowledge of Japanese 1980s synthpop for some reason.

He had never even heard a synthpop song since waking up in his new body.

"Hey," Tsukumo said, and Choso immediately looked up. He knew that tone. Her next idea could range from mildly interesting to wildly idiotic. But also interesting. "How about I be your first and in return, I get my own from you?"

What was that suppose to mean?

But the host side—the part of him that was long dead and gone but made Choso like the idea of drinking hot on hotter mornings and synthpop and jumping into dark waters from somewhere high—sat up and took notice.

"Okay." He trusted Tsukumo. If she thought it was a good idea and was willing to do it, so was he.

Ten minutes later, Choso was completely naked in the guest bedroom, having stripped off his clothes under her orders. She had only removed her bottoms, keeping her shirt on, in Choso's opinion, out of sheer laziness. Neither of them were bashful about showing skin. Tsukumo had enough confidence to power a city grid, and Choso didn't have skin until a few months ago.

"You're getting hard," Tsukumo observed quietly.

Choso couldn't think clearly. Him being naked was barely anything new. But seeing Tsukumo sitting on the bed with a leg hanging off the edge and the other knee to her chest, showing off her neatly trimmed pubic hair, was making his breath quicken.

Looking at his hands, he was slightly alarmed to see them tremble. "What—?"

Tsukumo gestured him over and he went, confused.

"You nervous? Want to stop?"

"No," Choso answered truthfully. He wasn't in any danger despite his pounding heart and the rush of adrenaline coursing through him.

Moving slowly, Tsukumo put her hands on his hips, palms flat against the bone and squeezed. Choso watched as his dick filled out more.

"Nice." She let go with one hand and ran her fingers over the head lightly. Choso couldn't stopped the twitch of his hips each time she touched him, each pass making him moan. "Sensitive too." She slapped his hip. "Okay, big boy. Time for the main show."

What? So soon?

"I thought women needed more time to get ready," he protested. But when Tsukumo scooted back up the bed, Choso crawled after her.

"Yeah." She watched him approach, eyes taking him in. "That would be the gentlemanly way. Keep that in mind every time you sleep with someone. But I've been kinda thinking about this ever since we got here."

"It's been hours."

"I have an active imagination." Giving him a toothy grin, Tsukumo flipped over onto her hands and knees.

Choso felt himself flush, sweat on his palms, in the small of his back. "I. Uh."

She wiggled her hips enticingly at him, and Choso stopped the swaying with his sweaty hands if only to figure out where to aim his dick. His host's knowledge was, sadly, not as extensive in that department.

"You can go as hard and as long as you want," Tsukumo told him. She was watching him over her shoulder, hair draped artfully to one side. "But as soon as you come, it's over. It'll be my turn."

Throat tight, Choso nodded. His hands were shaking more and more. His dick hurt. He was, according to whatever knowledge was bubbling in the back of his mind, really turned on. Even his own touch had Choso hissing. He carefully ran the head along, trying to… find where to even put it in.

And Tsukumo was a quiet witness.

Choso should have been embarrassed by his inexperience, his ignorance. But mostly, he was trying not to come as he touched something silky and wet with his knuckles.

"It's always a little higher than most guys expect," Tsukumo said conversationally. Choso took the direction, grateful. "Higher. Nope, you just missed it. Yeah, there. Don't worry about the initial resistance. Lead using your hips and push it in—there you go."

The heat was almost blinding. Choso doubled over a little as he slowly fed his dick inside Tsukumo, gasping. It felt like his entire body was being electrified, torn. The pressure had shot through him from his toes to his head. Good. It felt good. Too good. He was going to come before getting halfway in.

He had to stop. His hands were digging into Tsukumo's hips as he shuddered. It didn't help that she was squeezing around him, making him twitch forward in tiny jerks as if being pulled in.

"You okay there, kid?"

Choso shook his head.

"You gonna come?" Yes. Yes, he was going to come. "Go ahead. Do what feels good."

Gnawing at his lip, Choso pulled out a little and pushed back in, intending to at least go as far as he could. But just before he bottomed out, Tsukumo suddenly tightened around him.

"Ah!"

Forehead on her back, Choso collapsed a little, humping her as he came with a groan. Wrung dry. Stirring up his insides and funneling it out of him, a bloody slurry containing everything he had and everything he was.

"Did you come?"

Still bent over her, resting against Tsukumo's spine, Choso contemplated on lying. He wanted the feeling again. At least he would know what to expect, savor it more, resist that gripping urge to come for a little bit longer.

But a deal was a deal. Choso wanted to get better at this human existence after all.

He nodded against her, still shivering.

Tsukumo laughed, low and strong. The movement went through his head and chest. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes," he said seriously against her skin. "Too much. Thank you for letting me."

"You're welcome." Her voice was mirthful. He knew that he was probably getting made fun of, but Choso couldn't really bring himself to care. His head was swimming from the aftermath of coming that hard.

Her hand pushed against his hip. "Pull out. It's my turn now."

He did so, dick softening back to how Choso was used to.

"Okay, lie down." He lowered himself onto the pillows, his hair loose after showering in Tsukumo's bathroom.

She swung a leg over his body, framing his stomach with her strong thighs.

"Have you ever eaten out a pussy before?"

Choso blinked up at her, trying to put the words together in a way that made sense.

"Okay, forget I asked." She sat down on his chest, wet and heavy. "I'm going to put my pussy on your mouth. Then I'm going to tell you what to do. You just listen to me and hopefully, I'll be able to come. How's that sound?"

Tsukumo was going to give him instructions? Choso felt relieved. He was woefully underqualified with his own body during sex, let alone someone else's. Tsukumo was never shy on letting people know what she wanted. Choso nodded at her. "I hope you get to come too," he told her. It would be the nice thing to do—return the favor, that is.

She gave that smile again. "Okay, first things first. No teeth. I swear to god, don't fucking bite me. Ever." Choso nodded again. "Right now, I want to see your tongue. Yes. Stick it out and don't move. Cover those teeth—you're a natural. You want out, tap on my ass or legs."

With that, Tsukumo lifted up, wiggled her way to Choso's face and slowly lowered herself.

His face was instantly warmer, wetter. He could smell—what Choso could guess was—his own come, acrid and sharp, dripping out of her. All around him was Tsukumo's own scent, musky. Alive. Human strong. Animal safe. He inhaled in surprise at the rush of emotions in his chest.

"Whoa. I haven't started yet. Keep still."

The initial contact had Tsukumo jerking a little and for a second, Choso worried that he had somehow bitten her. Grown a tooth on his tongue somehow. But then she was sitting heavier on his face with a sigh. She rolled her hips a little, slick skin on skin. Running herself back and forth on his tongue over and over. His jaw was already aching, but the heavy slide had him clenching his stomach. There was something deeply pleasurable about the contact that he couldn't explain.

"Okay. Okay." Tsukumo sat a little off him, and he gasped. "Breathe when you can. I haven't gotten to the good part yet. In through your nose. You know what a clit is? Give me your hand."

She guided his fingers to almost inside her, a little bit of flesh no bigger than the tip of his thumb, maybe smaller.

"Sometimes I want to rub it hard. Sometimes soft. I'll let you know. For now, stick your tongue back out. Use the tip to run over it." Tsukumo lowered herself back down, and Choso cautiously found that thumb-bit again. Her clit? "Move your tongue around it. A little faster. Yeah…"

Tsukumo seemed to like him licking her clit a little erratically. Sometimes circling it, sometimes going over it with the tip of his tongue. He feel into a half meditative state, licking her all over. Breathing through his mouth and nose when he remembered to.

"Faster."

"Focus on it more, yeah. Shit, you're good at listening to me."

"Shit, all right. Okay, don't use your teeth, okay? I want you to suck it. Use your lips to get started." Her voice was starting to get breathier, reedier. Choso tried to keep his mouth soft and gentle, sucking slow. Slow, slow. Liquid rolling into and out of his mouth, enjoying the way she swayed on top of him. Until Tsukumo suddenly yanked at his hair.

"Fuck, put your tongue in me. The way you fucked me before."

He remembered where she had opened up and angled his jaw a little wider to get the correct angle, shuddering as he breathed through the wetness pouring into his mouth. Without thinking, he slurped and swallowed. Tsukumo bounced a little against his chin.

"Fuck. Fuck!"

There was a bang and the bed vibrated, but Choso wasn't paying attention, lost in the way Tsukumo was moaning, the way her thighs shook around his face. The way she was grinding down on his open mouth.

She was turned on like he was, if Choso could guess.

Tsukumo pulled away from his mouth just enough to lean back, hands on his chest before planting herself firmly back where it felt good for her.

"Do the second thing I showed you. With my clit. Lick it harder. Yes, yes, yes." Rolling her hips, rutting against his face in time with his tongue. Moaning, breathless. Choso opened his eyes to see the column of her throat and the way it moved as she swallowed and gasped.

"Third thing! Suck!" Hearing the urgency, Choso sucked harder than he had when he initially tried, careful to keep his teeth out of the way.

"Fuck! God!"

Yanked his hair again and Choso's eyes fluttered closed. Grabbed the back of his head, the hair on his crown, making his head move back and forth.

Teaching him.

Choso's hands came up to grab Tsukumo's hips for support and mimicked her guidance. She was gasping, rubbing on his face, soaking his cheeks, his chin, dripping so much it was on his throat.

"Second one, faster!"

He pressed his tongue up hard and fast, flicking it over her clit. The bed was creaking around them. Choso's dick was throbbing again. His jaw hurt. He wasn't getting enough air. He was going to have to use Tsukumo's shower again.

This was better than coming.

Her hands came off his stomach and grabbed the bed frame above them, weight fully on his face now.

"First one. Keep your tongue out," she snarled. Her face was red and sweaty, eyes hard, some of her hair stuck to her lips. Choso reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear to keep it out of the way and then opened his mouth.

She sat down and ground onto his tongue, cutting off all air. Riding his face and cursing.

Choso had no idea what he was doing. All he had was the memory of Tsukumo's instructions to him as he just… did everything he learned all at once.

It was good. God, did he feel good. Swallowing and licking and sucking. Tsukumo on his tongue over and over, never ceasing, each time replacing itself.

Whore, said a memory. A whisper.

Who?

You.

Choso moaned. He didn't care. Moved his head back and forth the way Tsukumo liked. Let her show him faster, more violent ways. Let her fuck his face. Cleanse him. Use him. Then repeat.

"Don't stop. Don't stop what you're doing or I'll smash your fucking head open."

So he didn't. Held on as Tsukumo's voice got higher and louder, as she pulled on his hair harder. Took in his fill as it somehow got wetter, leaking down him, running over.

Was he doing well?

"Fuck! Stop!"

Choso froze, tongue half in her again.

Did he hurt her? Tsukumo was shaking all over, Choso feeling it through his hands, his jaw.

"Give me your tongue."

She rocked slowly back and forth, running her pussy over the flat of it. Fingers gently combing through his hair, taking deep breaths.

"Shit, Choso, what the hell?"

He gave a confused mumble.

"How do you blow your load ten seconds into getting your dick wet, but you eat a girl out so well?"

She sat back on his chest, letting him take a full breath since—forever.

Choso coughed, blinked. "Did you come?" he rasped out.

Tsukumo gave him an incredulous look and flicked his forehead with her finger. "Don't be smart." Then laughed. "You got my come on your eyelashes."

To be fair, he got her come everywhere. He reached up to touch his face and got sidetracked with his ears being wet.

"You're a fucking mess." He let Tsukumo wipe his face with the sheet, squinting around her rough swipes. "You're exactly my type, you know."

Her type? A Death Painting?

"What's your type?" he asked, sitting up. Tsukumo moved back onto his legs, keeping him in place. "Oh." His dick was hard again and much darker at the head than before. As he watched, more leaked out. There was a spot on his stomach where it all collected, and he swiped through it with a finger.

"What do you think?" Tsukumo gave a little smile. Pressed a thumb in the corner of his mouth. Stopped smiling when Choso licked it, sucked it gently like she taught him.

"Um." Her thumb had made its way inside, rubbing his gums at the front of his teeth. "I don't know," he said around it, "but I liked you being my first."

Tsukumo looked at him so intently that he wondered if he had said something incredibly rude or stupid.

"Hey," she said and Choso looked back up at her. "Did you know that pussies can come more than once? In a row?"

His eyes strayed off her, thinking. Trying to spot what she was saying between what she had said.

Oh.

"Do you want to use my tongue again?" And he opened his mouth.

Choso needed less instructions the second time around. It must have been good because Tsukumo went longer, harder, got louder and then quieter and then louder again. Had him straining to meet her. Dizzy from the lack of air, gasping when she finally let up—only to breathe in her come as she sat back down.

For some reason, Tsukumo didn't seem happy with him when she was finished.

"You'd let anyone use you?" she asked, sitting on his chest again.

This time, Choso was the one shaking. Tsukumo had rode his face so hard and for so long that he had thought he might black out. It was getting more difficult to ignore his dick which was making a mess on his stomach, wetting the sheets. He had to curl his hands into fists to not touch himself. Somehow, it felt rude to do so in front of Tsukumo.

"No." Of course not. "I'd let you use me." He trusted where he was when he was in Tsukumo's care. "Also, I liked it?" The direction was nice. He could learn better that way. And who else would know how to best have sex with Tsukumo other than Tsukumo herself? She was a great teacher.

Tsukumo was quiet, thinking. Eyes in the distance. Choso let her go somewhere else and then snap back. She took her shirt off, and Choso blinked at the appearance of her breasts.

"Honest and straightforward, I like it." She reached for him. "Let me give you something for that."

The something was Choso on his back again, his wrists trapped in one of Tsukumo's hands against the headboard while she pinched and pulled his nipple with the other. She was sitting on his erection, the tip barely in her.

"I'm gonna come," Choso warned, voice breaking a little. Tsukumo pulled harder and he arched off the bed, pinned at the ends—his wrists and his hips. "Wait, wait, I'm gonna come!"

To his relief, Tsukumo let go of both her hands. Choso slumped against the bed, panting and quickly picked her up by the hips to sit on his stomach again. He had been so close.

Tsukumo rubbed a dried spot on his cheek. Despite scrubbing his face with the bedsheets, she had missed some spots. "Isn't that the point? You can come whenever you want to, you know."

But Choso shook his head. "If I come, it'll be over," he told her. "I liked it better when you were on me." There was no chance of coming when Choso had let Tsukumo use him. And like she said, Tsukumo could go and go and go.

She frowned a little at him. Then her face cleared. "Oh, I see. Choso, after this, you know there are other chances, right?"

Other chances?

"I'll let you fuck me again if you let me ride your face, how's that?"

Oh! Maybe he did do well.

"Okay," Choso agreed.

Tsukumo got off his stomach, and he thought she was going to assume the hands and knees position as she had before. But she flopped backwards on the bed, pulling him over her.

"Uh—"

"Like this. Want to see your face when you come."

Choso could feel a blush crawling up his chest. "This might be new for me."

"Don't say no! You saw my face when I came like four times!"

"You were sitting on my face. How could I have seen anything?"

She flicked his forehead again and then hooked her heels over his legs. "This is what I want from you," she began and Choso perked up. "You're going to fuck me fifty times. In and out counts as one. On the fifty-first, you're going to come. Got it? Easy right?"

He got it.

It was not easy.

"Too much," he whispered, freezing in place, shivering. His eyes had screwed shut around the fifteenth mark. "Please don't do that."

Tsukumo squeezed around him again, and Choso yelped.

"Twenty-eight. Pick up the pace a little. Like ripping off a bandage."

Choso shook his head. He'd come before getting to the forties if he went faster.

"You can do it." She knocked her heels against his ass and his hips jerked forward and then backwards again, unable to stand being fully in Tsukumo for more than a second. "Twenty-nine. Come on. You've been in tougher battles."

But this wasn't a battle.

And the problem couldn't be solved by killing an opponent.

This was worse.

Pressing his forehead into Tsukumo's breastbone, he got to thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two before he had to stop again, gasping. Now he was the one drenching Tsukumo, sweat coming off him as he trembled.

"Lift your head." Her hand pushed his hair off his forehead. "I want to see your face."

He struggled, eyes automatically fluttering open to see Tsukumo Yuki watching him with carnivorous aspirations, the brown in her eyes so light, they could almost be red.

His hips snapped forward. He had to bite hard on his lip to stop himself from finishing, his groin in pain, everything tight and quivering.

"Fuck!" he sobbed. And again, Tsukumo squeezed around him, driving him to hysteria. "Don't! I'm so close. I'm so close. I don't want to come yet, please!"

She grabbed a bit of his hair, not near his scalp but enough to really feel it. "Choso. Breathe. You can do it. Seventeen more to go, come on. Give me three more, one after another and then take a break."

Instruction.

Choso gritted his teeth and gave three quick, little rabbit thrusts and then stopped, inflamed from the inside out.

He could feel Tsukumo running her fingernails up and down his back and he gulped, not able to tell if it was helping him or not. Her eyes had not left his face the whole time, as if he was doing something intensely interesting. What did he even look like? Wet probably. Dirty. Maybe flushed. Desperate.

Whore, came the word again. You probably look like a whore.

"Four more this time. Then you'll be at forty. Then only ten left. Quick."

"Tsukumo—"

"Give me four, Choso. Go."

Onetwothree—FOUR.

Stopped and put his head down on her chest. Raised it up because Tsukumo said she wanted to see his face.

The space between them was hot. Choso—or Tsukumo—leaking out into a puddle under Tsukumo's ass, soaking the fabric clean through.

He wondered if this was any good for her at all.

She kissed his cheek, just a brush of her lips. "Look at you. Ten more and then you get to come. Doesn't that sound good?"

Good. Good. The best. Choso nodded fervently against her skin. But he didn't know if he would make it. Or if he'd end up coming too early, disappointing Tsukumo and making her break off her end of the deal.

"I'll count them off for you. All the way to ten. Ready?"

No. He was not.

"One."

But Tsukumo said he would make it. And he wanted to prove her right.

"Good. Two."

His legs were shaking. His arms were shaking.

"Three."

He wanted to get some reprieve, hide away in the curtain of her nice smelling hair.

"Four."

But Tsukumo wanted to see his face for some reason. Probing him for strength? Resolve?

"Fi—No, I'm not going to count that. All the way in me, sir."

He wasn't going to make it. He was going to come. He was going to come, and Tsukumo was going to leave.

"Aaaall the way—five, yes."

Choso had known that Tsukumo was a wanderer, never staying in one place for too long.

"Six. Oh, you're so close, aren't you."

He was lucky to be born into the right place and time to meet her.

"Seven, yes, yes. Keep looking at me. Don't look away from me."

Living as a human was difficult. New things arriving, old things changing before his eyes.

"Eight, come on, Choso. Come on, I want to see you."

Tsukumo made the new things fun, and the changing things a new curiosity, a chance for discovery. About the world. About himself.

"Nine. Fuck yes, fuck yes."

Like right now.

"Ten. Oh, you did it. Oh, fuck—"

When he was discovering—

"Choso. Come."

Tsukumo had been holding onto his ass for the last ten thrusts, making sure Choso went deep into her, deeper than he had dared for the other forty, and she made sure to keep him against her as Choso gasped, groaned, and came. Hips numb from tension, stomach tight from the sheer effort. Her legs clamped around him hard, their bodies flushed together even as Choso bucked and shook. The relief of it all made his eyes leak and water, his moaning wet.

And the whole time, Tsukumo was there to watch, unblinking. Grabbing him by the chin and squeezing to make sure he looked straight into her eyes, all-consuming.

She let him fall on top of her, legs around him, clipping him to her. Ran her fingers through his hair. Rubbed his back. Whispering into his temple, Choso unable to hear through the ringing in his ears but soothed all the same.

He did good, he knew. Tsukumo said he could do it, and she was right.

Eventually, Tsukumo pushed against his shoulder, and Choso swayed up to his knees and backwards, his dick pulling free. She hissed a little and began rubbing her clit with her fingers, rolling her hips up. Her pussy looked red and swollen, the hair much darker. But Tsukumo didn't look like she was in pain. In fact, it seemed to be the opposite.

Oh, yeah. Their deal.

Choso shuffled forward again, falling onto his stomach. Tsukumo sat up a little, seemingly confused.

He opened his mouth to let her use him again.