A/N: PWP Kind of a lime but it isn't graphic in any way. Definitely not an M, though who knows I might continue it later. I promise I'm working on LMLY, life is just a little hectic and I am frustrated by the the lack of progress between these two in the manga.
Why am I doing this? As if being around her isn't torture enough, I had to agree to this…this torment, this slow, lingering agony that threatens to have my heart bursting out of my chest. This sheer, unadulterated pleasure.
"Am I doing it wrong?" She asks, her soft lips still pressed to mine.
Kissing lessons were the last thing I expected yesterday when she called to say she needed help with her role. Her pretty voice was nervous, but I thought it was only because she felt like she was imposing on my time. I agreed to help her without a second of hesitation, and now I am both regretting and rejoicing in my decision.
"No." I hope that she doesn't notice the way I quiver at her touch.
"You're not responding. I have to make Shizuma-sama blush and push me away, sternly but with a sense of pity, because he thinks of me as his sister." The pout on her face is adorable, almost driving me to take her into my arms and show her my true reaction. "If you're not reacting it must mean that I'm doing something wrong."
Her pout deepens, and I desperately want to hold her, to chase away all the doubt in her heart. I can see nothing wrong with the way she leans in to press her mouth over mine. Part of me wonders why she even feels that she needs to practice this with me, when all she needs to do is press her lips to Koga's for a second and he does the rest, lucky bastard. Still she insisted that she needed me to sit on the couch and let her try to seduce me. I can only hope that she doesn't look up at other men with that big innocent gaze while asking for such favors.
"I'm sorry Mogami-san, I think I'm having trouble with the character." I admit, a partial truth, having never played a samurai.
"But it's you. You don't have trouble with roles." Her confidence in me is a bit irritating. I am not a flawless acting machine, I'm a man.
"It's happened before." I shrug and she seems to recall Katsuki.
"But this shouldn't be too difficult, you just need to pretend I'm like a sister to you, so you don't care about me in the way that I want. When I kiss you…" she continues to explain the scene, not realizing that this is the hardest thing I've ever had to act out before. Pretending to feel nothing, or worse, to think of her as a sister when she's begging me to love her. At least when I was Cain I could be affectionate.
"I'm sorry." I catch her head mid bow before she can apologize for presuming to ask me for help with this. I hadn't been listening but somehow, she'd gotten herself to the same conclusion as always, that she is an unworthy kohai for not being able to do her role and intruding on my personal time.
"Why don't you try again?" I offer.
She nods gratefully, leaning back into my face. I clench my fist at my sides to fight the urge to pull her to me, as her lips brush over mine. Every inch of me feels over sensitized and hyper-aware of her body. Her knees press together beside my right leg, and her arms rest on the back of the couch behind my head, tiny hands gripping the fabric for balance. Her lips are the only part of her she allows to touch me, but I can feel the warmth of her chest, mere centimeters from mine. If I reached around her, I could place the lightest pressure on her stretched back, and she would fall against me. Her sweet little body would press into mine, if only for a second, but I know that I would never be satisfied with that. It would only make me crave more of her.
A frustrated groan vibrates against my lips and she pulls away to glare at me. To be honest I don't know what she wants from me. Should I shove her off? That seems to be what she's asking for me to do. To reject her firmly and sincerely, but her eyes have this look in them as if she wants me to kiss her back, but that's most likely just wishful thinking on my part. Without a word, she continues her sweet assault on my lips, growing more irritated by my lack of a response every time her lips graze over mine.
"I guess Mo…Kotonami-san was wrong," she whispers.
"About what?" Our breath mingles in the miniscule space between us, and I marvel at my self-restraint as I take in her perfect face. Why am I not inside of her already?
"Nothing, I should go. This was a bad idea." There is hurt in her eyes as she slowly and carefully moves away from me. Not ready for the delicious torment to end, I catch her hand in mine and bring it to my shoulder.
"Try again. This time, touch me. Kisses tend to feel better when the entire body is involved." My own words cloud my mind with images of kissing her whole body. "I can't let you leave now. It feels like I haven't helped at all, and you made me that amazing dinner. It would be a shame for me to not repay you properly." I'm begging her, taking advantage of her need for guidance. Is that hope I see in her eyes?
"Touch you." She shivers, clenching the hand on my shoulder. Cautiously, her other hand rises to my other shoulder as she leans in closer. "Is this okay?" Her hot breath on my face makes it harder for me to keep my hands from roaming all over her body.
"Perfect." I whisper, staring deep into her eyes.
Once again, her lips capture mine. Intoxicating, warmth that threatens to steal my sanity. I just about lose my control and give in to the light pressure of her mouth, when she growls and pulls away. Licking her lips, she readjusts her position pressing into me, crushing her chest against mine. More aggressive than before, she pulls my bottom lip into her mouth, pulling my lips apart. Her tongue sweeps into my mouth and my carefully cultivated control crumbles.
With an arm around her waist and a hand sinking into her hair, I lift her off the couch and into my lap. A surprised squeak escapes her as my hands pull her thighs open and bring them down on either side of my legs. I feel her start to pull away, and place my hand back in her hair to capture her mouth. A tiny voice in my head warns me that I am taking this too far, but her hands gripping my hair make it easy to ignore my rational side. Eager to teach her how to kiss, I gently bite her bottom lip to open her mouth wider, and suck her tongue back into my mouth. Our tongues slide against each other in a dance, each movement filled with my pent-up desire.
She gasps, feeling my arousal press into her as I pull her hips towards me. A deep moan passes between us as she unconsciously bucks her hips against me. Shocked, she raises herself up on her knees breaking contact and pushes against my shoulders to end our kiss.
"Was that too much?" I ask, still holding on to her. Breathing hard, she shakes her head no, but refuses to make eye contact. "No? I thought I was supposed to pretend you were like a little sister to me. Are the characters in a Cain and Setsu type of relationship?"
"Characters?" Finally looking at me she seems compelled to lean back down and place another quick kiss to my lips. Followed by another and another. As if she can't get enough.
"For the scene you came here to get help with," I say between kisses. Kyouko blushes, giving me a sheepish look. "What?" It's my turn to kiss her like a man dying of thirst.
"You have to promise not to get angry with me," she pouts, and I give into the urge to kiss her bottom lip.
"I could never be angry with you sitting in my lap like this," I admit, trailing kisses down her chin. Without her offering protest, my self-restraint has vanished.
"We'll see," Kyouko mumbles nervously, even as she's lifting her head to allow me access to her neck. I feel her words vibrate against my lips as I continue to kiss further down. "Moko-san…I mean Kotonami-san, came up with the idea, because she said that I was being ridiculous and that I should just come out and admit my true feelings because she was pretty sure you felt the same way and I tried to lie to her and say that I didn't know what feelings she was speaking of, but she mmmppfff…." I press my hand over her mouth cutting off her words.
"You are speaking too fast and saying too much. Don't be so nervous, I won't be mad at you. No matter what you say." I remove my hand, sliding it down to her neck.
She bites her lip, the action drawing my attention. "I don't have a kissing scene." Nervous fingers play with the collar of my shirt. "Mo…Kotonami-san found out that I," her eyes dart away from me before she continues. "I have certain feelings. She believes that you also have certain feelings too, and to test her belief, she convinced me to come here and lie to you. I'm sorry for making you kiss me."
"I'm not complaining." I plant a kiss on her cheek, wishing she would turn her face to me. "In fact, I would like to do it again." Shocked by my words, she turns wide eyes on me. I steal a chaste kiss and lean back, her mouth following mine, just as eager to stay connected as I am. "I will forever be indebted to your dear Kotonami-san."
"She said the same thing," Kyouko giggles against my lips. "Then can I dare to hope that she was right? Do you have feelings for…?" She joins her mouth with mine again not wanting to finish her question. I grip her shoulders, pushing her away slightly.
"Do you remember the night you helped me find my Katsuki?" At her nod, I continue. "Ever since that night, and I think maybe even before it, I have craved a kiss from you. It was a crush, a desire to touch something pure and innocent, and so very beautiful. Over time that feeling has grown exponentially." Hopeful eyes stare into mine. "I am in love with you, Mogami-san. Kyouko."
A smile lights up her face, and she dives back in for another kiss. Her legs begin to tremble from holding her up for so long, and she relaxes them apart to sit fully in my lap. I hiss at the feeling of her warm center resting over the growing bulge in my pants. She pulls away to look down at my lap, a pretty pink coloring her cheeks.
"My body is pretty fond of you too." I can feel my own blush creeping up my neck. It's unclear to me if it's due to my obvious arousal or the corny line I just told her.
She bites her lip, "I don't think, I'm ready for… for that." Her eyes shoot a pointed look at my pants.
"Then stop squirming on top of me," I warn her, gripping the hips that have been rocking and adjusting, trying, it seems, to find a better angle.
"I can't help it. I tell my hips to stop but they keep moving. Just like I told my lips, no more, but they kept kissing you." I capture her chin and bring her lips back up to mine, as my other hand pulls her hips closer to me. "Tsuruga-san!" She gasps, breaking the kiss and bucking her hips into me. I grunt, moving down her chin and nipping at the soft flesh of her neck.
"You're so beautiful." I kiss down to the swell of her breasts and back up, as she continues to move on top of me seeking out more pressure. It's a new sensation for her, and I'm reveling in the little noises she emits.