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It's early evening and Asuka has let Zenshiro drag her to some private, exclusive gym that is supposedly run by and for the the Nikkyo Consortium, somewhere off the hotel district. It's definitely swank and upmarket, in her opinion, all gleaming hardwood and marble. It's also surprisingly empty at this time, with only the reception desk manned, but Zenshiro airily explains that now is when the "peak killin' time" starts, and most Nikkyo members are out and about hunting for their contracts. The gym even has a nice, well-equipped dojo inside, offering a large array of weapons. She decides to stick to her knife though, while Zenshiro chooses a single tanto dagger.
They're the only ones in the dojo and the air is cool and silent. Asuka tries not to let on that she's slightly intimidated by being alone with a known assassin in some strange building—even if it was Zenshiro, whom she'd known for a couple years. They hung out off-and-on during that time and maybe if she was pressed she might consider him family. An annoying older brother maybe. And a friend. Or whatever passed for friendship between them these days. Still.
If he wanted somewhere private to kill me, here and now would be a good time.
But he'd only offered to her spar with her, on one of her days off, and for some reason she accepted. She doesn't know why that is either. Otake Zenshiro is cocky, insufferably smug, dangerous, and she can only handle him in moderate doses, especially without his partner Yashiro there to temper him. Full-on Zenshiro is just obnoxious—how he was supposedly ten years older than her, she never knew—and Asuka wants to get this over with, sate her curiosity, and get back to her little brother, Aki, waiting for her in their apartment. Twenty minutes with him, max, she promises herself.
Ten minutes pass, and it's clear he has more stamina than she does, despite being older. And more skill. He blocks her attacks with ease, moving like a dancer, and his infuriating smug smile never leaves his face. Asuka seethes. She thought she'd improved since last time they sparred, but more likely she's just tired. She's had long hectic shifts this week, working two jobs, she's already exhausted. It's making her distracted.
After another pointless attempt at fighting him that goes nowhere, Asuka drops back, panting, hands on her knees. Through some stray lengths of hair she can see Zenshiro also taking a breather, grabbing a handful of his tshirt to wipe the sweat from his face. As the shirt hikes up she can see his toned midriff, and his abs glisten with sweat. Asuka straightens. She can't help but let her eyes follow his v-lines down to the waistband of his sweats, and lower. It was hard to tell, since his sweats were baggy, but she was fairly certain he was going commando. A flash of heat goes through her, then horror. Horror at her reaction.
He's like a brother to me.
Isn't he?
"Whew!" Zenshiro calls to her, and she yanks herself out of her thoughts. "Are you gettin' tired already? You're slowin' down."
"Cocky words from comin' an old man." Asuka wipes some sweat from her upper lip. "Now square up, old-timer."
Zenshiro's eyes go wide. He's on the cusp of thirty. "Old man?? Ohh, OK. I was goin' easy on you cause you're a kid and Majima-san's li'l baby princess. But now....you're in for it."
"Who's a princess? Who's a kid??" Indignation and fury sweep through her, wiping out any innappropriate thoughts. "OK, asshole. Get over here."
He just laughs at her, so she attacks first.
She comes at him with all her speed but he lazily side-steps and blocks her blade, then grabs her wrists and twists her around, pulling her flush against him. Her knife is held out of the way in his strong grip, her shoulders ache, but she's suddenly very aware of his warm body pressing against hers, her ass fitting neatly against his groin. He smells of clean sweat and pine…and she can definitely feel his soft dick against her too. Asuka feels that flash of heat again, like a lightning strike. There's a single warm pulse between her thighs and she tenses.
What the hell?!
No. No. Please god no. She did NOT want to be attracted to, or aroused by, Zenshiro. He was so smug and annoying and condescending and—not even good-looking. Not THAT good-looking. Certainly not enough to justify his ego.
"Why'd you stop strugglin'?" Zenshiro breathes in her ear, and Asuka jolts. There's that heat-pulse again and she bites down on her lip, hard. "Heh. Givin' up already?"
Panicking, she stomps down on his foot.
"Yow!" He lets go and she twists around and knees him in the stomach. Zenshiro grunts and staggers back. She flies at him again, dropping her knife. He drops his in return and they exchange a flurry of kicks and punches. She wants to smack that smug grin right off his smug grinning face. But he's somehow faster, reading her movements, blocking and dodging with the grace of cat.
"So angry," he comments as Asuka drops back again, gasping, "that's why you're not hittin' me. You need to calm down. What's got you so riled up anyway?"
You. Me. Everything. Asuka licks her lips. "…None of your business."
"Fine." Zenshiro shrugs. "Wanna stop now? I'm starvin'. Hungry as a wolf."
"Yeah, well, I'm right here."
"…What??"
Had she actually said that out fucking loud? There was only one thing to do.
Run.
She's good at that. Asuka snatches up her knife and pelts for the dojo's exit. But Zenshiro is a wolf, predator to the bone, and he hunts her down in long, loping strides, grabbing her by the wrist just as she reaches the doorway. Asuka twists in his grip. The knife falls again with a clatter. Zenshiro grabs her other wrist, looking shocked.
"Hey, hey! Why're you runnin'??"
"Just—stop!" Asuka snaps, pulling against him. "I didn't mean what I said. I'm tired, I wanna go—let go of me!"
"What did you even mean by that?" He doesn't let go. "Hey, c'mon! No need to freak out. I just wanna talk!"
She kicks out at him, then stumbles back against the dojo wall as he releases her. Asuka pants and braces herself against it. Her heart races. She tries not to look at him, at his sweaty shirt, that hint of v-taper below it, at his fucking dickprint through his sweats. He's not huge, but nowhere near small either. Why isn't he wearing underwear?? she thinks wildly. Animals like him have no fucking decency.
She tries to look everywhere but his crotch. "It's nothing. I didn't mean anything by it. Really. But…" She raises her head, keeping her gaze rock-solid on his face and nowhere lower. "I'm not a kid, and I'm no one's princess. So get that right."
"Ok, ok, you're not a kid..." Zenshiro rolls his eyes. He's still not taking her seriously and something snaps inside her.
"I can prove it. Get over here."
"Why?" He flashes his trademark smirk at her. "Gonna show me some ID?"
"I'll show you something alright." Now her heart is in her throat. "Come here."
"Ooh, I love it when pretty girls order me around," Zenshiro taunts, but he swaggers over, stopping two feet in front of her. "OK. Now wha—"
Asuka pulls his face down and kisses him.
It's inexpert but forward, she doesn't know quite what to do, so she settles for crushing her lips against his, then licking at his mouth. The heat of his exertion radiates off him and she shudders a little. Asuka pulls back, flushed and triumphant at his shocked expression.
"How about that, asshole? That somethin' little kids do??"
Zenshiro manages to regain his composure. Somewhat. "Uhhhhh…"
He looks at her, blinks, then really looks at her, traveling his gaze up and down.
Asuka was pretty. He'd always known that. He wasn't blind. But the last couple years had really made her bloom, swelling her chest and widening her hips. Zenshiro suddenly realises Asuka's wearing nothing but her tshirt, sports bra and tracksuit pants, that her breasts are heaving, covered in dark patches of sweat, and now he really notices her, sees her, and she's right, she's not a girl or a kid, she's a young woman glowing with sweat and anger and gods she's beautiful. Beautiful and tempting.
His dick twitches in his pants.
She must've seen something in his eyes because she hurriedly looks away from him, blushing prettily. "Don't look at me like that!"
"Like what?" His calmness and control is coming back to him. He's older and more experienced, he can't be the first to come undone here. That would not be cool. Not a Zenshiro move.
"Like…" He watches her lick her lips, a bit of fear and desire coming into her eyes. "Like…you want me."
"Well. Maybe I do." He lowers his gaze to her hips. She's pressing her thighs together and he can imagine the warmth and wetness there. Zenshiro sucks his breath in sharply. An assassin is always in control. Makes the first move when things get serious. His swagger comes back to him.
"Y'know…I can help you out here."
"Huh? With what?" Asuka blinks. His lips are smirking again, but this time that smirk is hot and is doing things to her. She watches a bead of sweat trickle down his cheekbone and presses her thighs together again.
"Help you out with kissing." He's coming so close now, too close. "You've never kissed someone before, have you? It was kinda obvious."
"None of your fucking business what I do in my personal life." She tries to keep her voice from trembling. Never show a wolf weakness. "We're—we're done here. I'm going to go—"
"You don't look like you wanna go." Zenshiro drops his voice to a husky whisper and watches her pupils blow wide. "Hey…let me show you…how it's done."
Before she can retort something back he covers her mouth with his.
Asuka intakes sharply. His tongue is so hot and slick against her lips. Slow. Licking her at her bottom lip, sucking at it. Moving to her top lip. She opens her mouth for him and feels him chuckle. Zenshiro swipes along her upper teeth almost lazily, then along the bottom row. Then he leisurely slides his tongue in her mouth, exploring it, chuckling again as she gives a stifled moan. Then he pulls back and she whines.
"Heh. How about that?" he asks her, voice low and smug. He's smirking but his eyes are dark with with want. "Now that's a kiss. Wanna…keep goin'? Or…"
Zenshiro leans down and sucks on her bottom lip. Asuka gasps. "…Or I can stop. If you want. Just say the word, and I'll back off…"
"Mmmnn…no…" Asuka grabs his face and kisses him. "Don't stop, don't…"
This time she's the one to stick her tongue into his hot mouth. Fuck, this was good. She shudders as his warm hands slip under her shirt and feel her sides, her back. His touch seems to have set something alight in her, like she's on fire. Her hands travel up and clench fistfuls of his tshirt, clutch his shoulders.
Her eyes fly open as Zenshiro's knee nudges between her legs. He grabs her hips to angle her better and she instinctively rocks against his thigh, sending a hot pulse from her core up through her spine. Asuka moans desperately into his mouth. His lips, his tongue, his heat…more. She wants more. She bites and nips at his throat, ravenous for his warmth, his body.
"More," she whimpers, "Zen-chan, more, more…"
He answers by pressing his hips against her and now she can feel his erection against her thigh. It's nearly painful and so, so good. She rocks harder against him, feeling a steady build-up of pleasure in her core. Yes…yes…
Zenshiro is breathing heavily, bending his head to bite and gnaw kisses into her pale neck. He squeezes her breasts through her sports bra as she whines and rubs herself against his thigh. She smells sweet. Her beautiful thick hair is getting caught in his mouth, having come undone from its ponytail. He licks the shell of her ear and she moans wantonly. God, god. Was he really going to be the one who came first, from the sound of her desperation? Not if he could help it. He sucks at her neck greedily, rocking against her.
Asuka is gasping and mewling in his ear, scrabbling at the back of his sweaty neck, fisting one hand in his hair with the other clamped around his shoulder. More. She can't get quite enough friction. He seems to read her mind and grabs her thighs, lifting her up. Asuka instinctively wraps her legs around him. Now his hardness is pressing directly against her wet molten heat. She grinds against it and yes, she can hear him start to unravel. His breathing is ragged, and he lets out a long sweet groan as she ruts against him.
This was better, so much better. The pressure and friction makes her head spin. Zenshiro starts grinding her into the wall harder, the painted concrete scraping her shoulder-blades with a pain she barely feels and only enhances the experience. Asuka opens her eyes and chances a look down. There. His tented erection is taut against his belly, the tip of it spreading a dark stain against his grey sweats. The sight is so obscene and arousing she feels another rush of heat and tension between her legs. Asuka tightens her grip around Zenshiro and pulls him in further, pulls his hardness against her throbbing heat as much as she can. His length begins to rub against her clit and she briefly whites-out.
Zenshiro can feel her sopping heat through their clothing and lets out a guttaral groan. They're so close together, only thin articles of clothing separating them, she's pulling him against her with incredible strength, and he is close, so close. But he can't come first. He devours her mouth with hungry precision, picking up the pace of his thrusts, and she cries out and writhes against him.
"Oh god—! There, there—! Zen-chan—!"
Asuka wraps her arms tight around his neck, kissing him and rubbing her face against his. Panting through open mouth, eyes squeezed shut. Her large breasts are pressing against his chest, he can smell her sweat and her sex. He couldn't stop rutting even if he wanted to, and tries his very best to fuck Asuka into the wall. She starts mewling, tugging at his hair. Her orgasm is building in her, climbing higher and higher. Her high-pitched gasps and moans are tearing his self-control to shreds.
"Asuka!" Zenshiro gasps. There's a familiar coil of heat gathering in his groin, winding tighter and tighter. "Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck…I'm gonna…"
"Not yet," she begs, "please, Zen-chan, not yet…I'm so close, ohhhhh god—pleaseeee—"
Her pace is becoming erratic, just desperate humping against him, crushing him to her. She rubs her clit desperately against his dick until her white-hot peak suddenly breaks over her like a storm, drowning her in heat and pleasure. Asuka cries out and clutches Zenshiro with desperate strength, riding out the aftershocks against him.
"Ohgodohgodohgod—yesyesyesyes—Zen-chan, you—" She winds fingers through his sweaty hair and as he whines and growls and ruts against her, "you're so good—fuck, such a good boy—"
That was all it took. Zenshiro groans into her neck at these words and thrusts deeply, cumming into his pants with a shout, slamming her against the wall. He stills briefly, and Asuka peppers his face with kisses as he rests his forehead against hers.
"Good boy," she whispers again, carding tender fingers through his damp hair, "Good boy, my good boy…"
Zenshiro's breath stutters, he suddenly moans, and she whimpers as his hips snap, grinding out the last few drops of his orgasm against her. Her clit is tender and sore but she still feels sparks of pleasure at his movement. She could chase those sparks, but she's wrung out and oversensitive and would've collapsed had Zenshiro not been holding her up.
"…Hey," he breathes against her ear. Still panting slightly. "You ok?"
"Yuh-yeah." She doesn't want to let him go though. Wants to stay pressed against him like this forever, sweat and fluids not withstanding. Asuka tightens her arms around his neck, presses her face into him. Zenshiro chuckles at her neediness.
"…This your first time, li'l hellcat?"
"Yes." Thank god he can't see her face, though he can probably feel her cheeks burning into his skin.
"Heh. I'm honored. Hope it was good for you."
For some reason, she feels like crying. Asuka nips Zenshiro's neck to distract herself, and he yelps. "Hey!"
He sets her down, and Asuka slides bonelessly down to the floor. Zenshiro falls down beside her. They sit with their backs against the wall, looking out over the silent dojo, and try to catch their breath.
"…Think anyone heard that?" he says.
"I—I don't think so. The reception is too far away." The high is slowly wearing off. Asuka suddenly feels clammy as the warm sweat and fluids on her are exposed to the chill of the room. She shivers, then makes a face. Her crotch is wet and uncomfortable.
"Ugh," she hears Zenshiro say, disgusted, "it looks like I pissed myself." Sure enough, there's a dark stain on the front of his sweats. Asuka snorts laughter. Zenshiro looks at her, indignant.
"Hey! This isn't just my jizz, y'know…"
"Gross! Shut up." Her flush is rising again. "Um…"
They stare at each other.
"…What was that?"
"Heat of the moment," Zenshiro says easily. He will not be flustered in front of her, even if he did just empty his balls against her tracksuit pants. He's older, dammit. He's had sex before. This isn't even the most awkward situation he's been in. Asuka watches as he shrugs his shoulders.
"Things like this can just…happen. No rhyme or reason. Besides, it was important that someone showed you how to kiss."
Asuka reddens further. That's right. He was my first kiss. My first…other thing too. Sex partner? That was sex, wasn't it? That…counted? Now the heat is back, spreading to her fingers. She looks away.
Zenshiro sighs, and uses his tshirt to mop the sweat from his face. Weird, awkward conversations could come later. Right now…
"Look, Asuka. Let's hit the showers and fuckin' change. You need to get back, I need to get back…I really want to eat somethin'. Like actual food." He staggers to his feet, then retrieves his dagger, puts it back. When he looks back she's on her feet hugging her chest, her knife in one hand, still avoiding eye contact.
"Asuka? You hear what I said?"
"Yes." She tries to collect herself. She's not seventeen anymore. Asuka heads towards the women's locker room where her gym bag is. Thank god for a clean change of clothes.
No one else is in here at this time of night. Under the hot spray she scrubs herself thoroughly until she can't smell his sweat on her anymore. The smell of sex washes off her. That calms her a little. She doesn't wash her hair—she was doesn't want to keep him waiting—so she just brushes it out and lets it fall over her shoulders again. She yanks on her boots and walks out, dressed and dry.
Zenshiro is waiting for her, his own bag slung over one shoulder, dressed in his outfit of black jeans and a dark grey shirt with a leather jacket. His hair is combed back but still a little rumpled, a couple forelocks falling into his narrow eyes. He raises an eyebrow as she walks up to him.
"Everything ok?"
"Sure is." Her bravado is coming back, but she still can't meet his eyes for too long. His lips are red and a little swollen from her teeth. And there are visible hickies on his neck. She flushes again. I did that.
Yet she can't help but feel a little proud, and smug.
"What're you smirkin' at?" Zenshiro snorts.
"Your hickies."
"Yeah? You got 'em too." He taps his neck. "Wolf bites. Heh. You've been marked now."
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, nothin'." His smugness is reaching infuriating levels. Then his eyes soften and Asuka feels her heart skip.
"…Hey. I didn't mind. What happened in there, I mean. It was nice. Maybe a long time comin', I dunno. Maybe not. Either way…I had fun too."
He starts walking, and she falls into step beside him. They walk out of the dojo, past reception, then into the balmy night air of Kamurocho. The smells of fried food, perfume, and car exhaust are almost cleansing. Zenshiro lights up, then shoots her another smirk.
"Want one? Nice to suck in some nicotine after you get laid."
"No thanks," she mutters. Will her blush ever go away?
"Lemme walk you to a cab then."
"No need." She can barely look at his face. If she does, she'll want to kiss it, pull him close, suck on his lip, reach down and—she quickly shakes her head.
But the thoughts linger.
"If I don't, Yacchan will kill me," Zenshiro complains.
"It's fine. I have my knife."
He looks at her, sees the heat in her eyes as she quickly looks away from him. Oh. She's still...
Damn. He can sense it now, a thread of desire hanging between them. Her heated glance makes something kindle in him as well, just a spark. He's tired and real hungry. But Asuka's unabashed wanting is new and surprising and strokes his ego just a little. Still…does he want to encourage this?
She is beautiful. And soft, underneath all those layers…
He remembers her mewling in his ear, and her wide, blown dark eyes looking at him in shock and pleasure. Pleasure that he'd given her. And she had tasted sweet on his tongue.
Part of him wants to throw her in the cab and make out with her in the backseat. Then drag her to his and Yashiro's shared apartment, and take her on his bed. Again and again, every way a man can have a woman. The spark in him brightens, moves lower in his belly.
Zenshiro licks his lips unconsciously, staring at Asuka with black and piercing eyes. The tension between them is palpable. Asuka swallows, caught in his stare, a wolf's stare. If she moves a muscle, he'll be upon her. The thought dismays and thrills her. He wants her.
He wants me.
"…Zen-chan?" she whispers.
"Sorry." He snaps out of it. "I mean. If you're sure you don't want a cab…I could…walk back with you."
"No, that's ok." Aki is waiting for her at home, and the thought of him seeing Zenshiro with her is like cold water in her face. Too many questions she doesn't have the answers for. "Um. Fine, I will get a cab. I'm…tired. See ya later. G'night."
She's in the car and away before he can say anything. Probably for the best. Zenshiro turns and walks slowly in the direction of his and Yashiro's shared flat. He needs to cool his head.
—
Aki is watching TV when Asuka gets back, curled up on their couch. She makes small talk with him as she fixes them dinner, avoiding mentioning Zenshiro at all, but even cooking can't distract her from what had happened between them. Kissing Zenshiro had flipped some switch inside her, it had been like having a high fever, but it felt good, so good. Then the humping against the wall, that had been even better. Of course she knew what "actual" sex was, it involved penetration, but just kissing and rutting against each other had felt so good, it was hard to imagine there was anything better than that. And she had orgasmed, the best one she could remember.
And she can't think of all that right now, because Aki is still chattering about what he did at his friends' today, and maybe they would have a sleepover at some point, and he'd done all his schoolwork and on and on and on. Normally, she would listen patiently. Now she finds it difficult. Zenshiro's smirk and the memory of his tongue in her mouth keep intruding. When Aki starts yawning, she quickly and efficiently packs him off to bed.
With everything in the dishwasher and the kitchen clean, Asuka lets out a slow breath. Replaying those memories of her and Zenshiro are getting her hot and bothered. Her groin aches again, that hot want sending shivers across her skin. But there was guilt too. Zenshiro had said he hadn't minded what happened—but it didn't sit right with her.
She'd initiated it. Kissed him first. Then everything had spiralled from there. She remembers his hard dick grinding against her, how she'd loved it. She'd just taken, taken, taken from him. He hadn't even penetrated her…
Well now she was thinking of it. Thinking of him thrusting himself inside her, filling her. Now she's definitely getting wet. She would've let him do that, in that moment, if he'd wanted…Asuka closes her eyes briefly.
I want him. I want more of him. I need him.
Just admitting it is pathetic. It was Zenshiro, for god's sake.
But he was skilled with his tongue, yes. A good kisser. Lean and muscled. He has a six-pack, a nice tight ass. He's cocky and strong and could kill her in an instant and god, she is down bad. That ache between her thighs is growing, she can't ignore it any longer. She has to get rid of it.
Hoping against hope Aki won't knock on her door and ask her for something, Asuka goes into her bedroom and locks it. She undresses and slips on an oversized tshirt, then lies on her bed, feeling her heartbeat pick up speed. She slides a couple fingers underneath her panties, then stops, breathing more heavily. She has to remember. His dark eyes, his tongue in her mouth…
Perfect. She rubs a few fingers against her mound, and the pleasure is there, vibrating like plucked strings. A small groan escapes her.
But she doesn't want to be slow and luxurious about this. She sets a rough pace, rubbing at her clit, humping against her fingers. With her eyes squeezed shut, she imagines rutting against Zenshiro again, the hot solid painful hardness of him, bruising her pelvis with his thrusts—
"Fuck!" she gasps weakly.
Her sex begins to pulse at her rubbing. Asuka tries to keep her moans soft and quiet, arching her back off the bed, remembering his hard cock rubbing against her clit, that had been where she wanted him, there…
"Zen-chan," she hisses between her teeth, "Fuck, Zen-chan…harder, harder…"
Asuka remembers Zenshiro cumming, slamming his hips into her own, the pulsing hot wetness against her—and peaks herself, sudden and blinding as before. Too fast and hard for her to do more than utter a choked gasp. She moves her hips, chasing the aftershocks, then goes limp on the bed. Stares at the ceiling as she waits for the pleasure and the ache to fade, and her heartbeat to steady.
They do…but the desire remains, dampened but not gone, like the small fire burning in her belly.
I don't want to just jerk off. I want him again.
Being around him in normal situations would be torture now, she could feel it. There were some other uncomfortable emotions too—guilt, shame, even a bit of despair. But those are being overwhelmed by sleepiness and she can't fight it. Asuka slips under her covers and pulls her pillow to her face.
Even her dreams are of him.
—
On the walk back to his place, Zenshiro can't stop thinking about Asuka.
The fucking tension between them outside. Her big dark eyes had been nothing but pools of want. Nothing but desire. Fuck. He's pretty sure he's emptied himself of every last drop of cum he had or ever will have, but thinking about their time in the dojo was making him sweat again. Remembering her clutching and gyrating against him—the mingled smell of their pheromones and fluids—fuck. Now all the blood in his body is definitely moving south. There was no way he can be this aroused again so soon. Zenshiro bites his lip.
The hell is she doing to me? And why am I allowing it?
Jacking off now is out of the question, and he does still want dinner, so he forces himself to think of unsexy things until he's less heated and his arousal fades.
When he gets back Yashiro is asleep on the couch, his long dark hair spilling over the back of it, clearly having dropped off while watching the news. Zenshiro decides not to disturb him and prepares dinner by himself. His long-time partner can always use more sleep. His legendary self-neglect is the only dark spot in their otherwise good relationship.
Once their food's ready, he rouses Yashiro and herds him to the dining table. Fortunately the Black Wolf is still too sleepy to make much conversation, and that suits Zenshiro fine. He's having intrusive thoughts of his earlier tryst with Asuka again. Just thinking about it, about her, of her clutching his back and grinding her sweet heat against his dick is making him delirious. He eats quickly, cleans up even quicker, mutters goodnight to Yashiro as the man pads off to his bedroom, then hightails to his own room, locking the door behind him. He's so hard his jeans are only just hiding it. Some part of him is quietly amazed. He hasn't been this constantly horny since he was a teen.
Zenshiro shucks off his clothes and lies down on his bed, taking himself in one hand and stroking, squeezing, his dick already slick with pre-cum. He doesn't want to draw this out, he feels like he's on fire, he wants to nut and get this over with. Get these scalding memories out of his head. Fuck, she had been so hot and wet. For him.
He hisses between his teeth. He remembers her smell, the heady smell of shampoo and some sort of lotion coming from her hair and skin, mingled with her sweat and the delicious tang of pheromones and arousal. Grinding against her wet heat—he stifles a moan—biting on her plush lips and hearing her whimper. Asuka shuddering and mewling in his ear…he can feel his balls pulling tight again, the pleasure building fast. He'd do anything to hear her moan his name again…
"Fuck," he whispers, rolling his hips, "Asuka…"
This time he imagines fucking her properly. Hard and fast and dirty, maybe downstairs in some seedy shithole of a bar to match, burying himself to the hilt in her heat and just pounding away while she holds onto him for dear life. Fuck yes. In some shitty bar toilet, fucking her right against the peeling stall wall, their tongues in each other's mouths.
"God!" Zenshiro hisses, "yes, yes…ahhhh…Asuka…"
His strokes are slick, rapid, he's leaking all over himself. But it's the memories of their earlier tryst that push him over the edge: her breathy moans in his ear and her hands in his hair, the feeling of her rutting against his dick, and most of all her babbling as she came: you're so good…fuck, such a good boy…
Zenshiro jerks his head back with a strangled groan as he spurts all over his stomach.
After the pleasure blows through him, sleepy post-orgasmic haze descends on him like a soft cloud. He has just enough presence of mind to clean himself up with his tshirt before balling it and throwing it into his hamper. Exhausted, he crawls under the sheets and passes out.
His dreams are dark, erotic; feverish. They make him twist and turn in his sweaty bed. And when he wakes in the early dawn pre-dark, he's hard again, and aching for her.
—
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