The tea was finished.
Leo set his cup down and stretched until his neck popped. Asuna was still sitting across from him, hands around her empty cup, that soft pink on her cheeks from earlier.
He stood up. "I'm going to soak."
The water was already drawn. He always set it running before bed. Training wrecked his shoulders, and nothing fixed that like water so hot it burned out whatever was still rattling around in his head. The summit was in two days. He didn't want to think about it.
He stripped, left everything on the bedroom floor, and stepped in.
The heat worked into his shoulders. He sank low, leaned back, closed his eyes. His mind was almost blank when the door opened.
"President, I'm coming in."
Asuna stepped through wrapped in a towel. She'd pinned her hair up. Her face was already red.
She lowered herself into the opposite end.
"Come here."
Her ears went red. She looked at the space next to him, then at him. Moved through the water and settled against his side, close enough that her shoulder pressed into his arm.
He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She flinched, then went still.
His hand slid from her ear to her neck. He gripped her by the nape and bit down gently on the curve of her collarbone.
"President..."
Her hand grabbed his thigh under the water. He kissed the spot he'd bitten and moved up the side of her neck. She tilted her head to give him more room.
He pulled back. She was flushed down to her chest, eyes glassy, lip bitten red.
He put his hand on the towel. "Can I take this off?"
She nodded once. He pulled it loose and let it sink.
His hand found her waist under the water, slid to her hip. She was softer than the training gear ever showed. Narrow waist, soft hips, her skin pale where the flush hadn't reached. A few loose strands of chestnut hair clung to her neck and shoulders. Small breasts, pink nipples, and the flush had spread all the way down her chest to her stomach. She was pretty. He already knew that. Seeing her like this was different.
"President... you're staring," she murmured, face red.
"You look beautiful."
She opened her mouth and he kissed her before she got a word out. She made a startled sound against his lips, froze for a second, then kissed him back. Her fingers curled into his chest, she pressed closer, and he could feel her heartbeat hammering through her ribs.
His hand found her breast, thumb across the nipple, and her breath broke. She pulled back with a gasp and then leaned right back in, kissing him harder. He rubbed his thumb in slow circles and kissed down her jaw to the spot below her ear. Every time his lips pressed there her breath hitched and her fingers dug in.
When he took her nipple in his mouth she grabbed his hair. "Ah... President, that's..."
She didn't finish. He sucked gently, rolled the other between his fingers, and she arched into him. "Mmh..." Her thighs clenched under the water. Her hand in his hair tightened every time he used his teeth.
When he lifted his head she made a frustrated sound and reached for him. His hand slid down her stomach instead.
When his fingers slipped between her thighs she tensed, legs pressing together on reflex. Then she relaxed them apart. He found her clit and she jerked. "Nn... wait..."
He kept his touch light. Small circles, barely any pressure. When her hips pushed forward he pressed harder, when her breathing got ragged he eased off. She squirmed against him, frustrated rolls of her hips. He was hard against her thigh and she could feel it.
"That feel good?"
"Mm... y-yeah..." Face half-buried in his shoulder.
He slid a finger inside her. She inhaled sharply, mouth falling open. Tight, hot even compared to the bathwater. He curled forward, looking for the angle, and when he found it the sound she made went straight to his cock. He added a second finger when she relaxed enough, kept his thumb on her clit, and she rocked against his hand in small movements that sent ripples across the water. Every few breaths she'd whisper "President" against his shoulder.
He kissed her temple and eased his hand away.
"Wh... why did you stop?"
"Hold on."
He lifted her by the waist and sat her on the tub's edge. Cold air hit her skin and she shivered, goosebumps racing up her thighs. She looked down at him with confusion and frustration, and then he settled between her legs and put his mouth on her.
Her hand slammed down on the stone. "Wha... ah, President, you don't have to-"
He licked up her slit and she stopped talking. Her other hand went to his hair and gripped hard. He could taste her, warm and slick, and her thighs clamped against the sides of his head.
He focused on her clit. Steady pressure, tongue circling, occasionally sucking. Her hips kept jerking, pressing closer. She wasn't being quiet anymore. Loud, open-mouthed, voice cracking on every exhale.
"Pre... ah... I can't, I'm going to..."
He slid two fingers back inside her and didn't let up.
She came with her fist in his hair. "Pre..." She couldn't finish. Her whole body shook, thighs clamping around his head.
He kept his mouth on her, gentler, rode it out until the shaking stopped.
When he looked up she was a wreck. Hair loose around her shoulders, cheeks and chest burning red, eyes glassy and wet.
He smiled. She looked away.
"Come here." He held out his hand.
She slid back into the water, into his lap. Legs around his waist, arms over his shoulders. Her heartbeat was going crazy against his chest. He brushed her hair back from her face. She watched him with half-focused eyes.
"Okay?"
"Mm." A pause. "I want more."
He kissed her. She pressed into it, tasting herself on his mouth and not pulling away, hips shifting against him. He was hard against her and she could feel it. He reached between them and pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, other hand on her hip.
She held his gaze and sank down onto him slowly.
His head dropped back against the stone. Tight, hot, and the slow inch-by-inch of it blanked his head completely. The summit, Cao Cao, the Hero Faction, all of it just gone. He gripped the edge of the tub to stop himself from pulling her down the rest of the way. When she settled all the way she went still, breathing through it. Her brow creased, then slowly smoothed out.
"You good?"
She nodded. Fingers curled against the back of his neck. "Just... give me a second."
He kissed her and waited.
She moved first. A small roll of her hips. They both exhaled.
Again. Deeper. A soft "ah" and her eyes went half-shut. Then she found a rhythm and stopped being careful. Head tipping back, throat bare, hair falling in wet tangles over her shoulders. Water sloshed against the tub walls.
"You feel good," he told her.
She shivered. He started meeting her, slow thrusts matching her rhythm, pressing deeper each time she came down. She gasped and grabbed his shoulders.
"Ah... there..."
He kept that angle. Hands on her hips, guiding, and she rode him while the water lapped over the edge. She was making sounds with every movement, forehead pressing against his.
"President..." she whispered. And then, softer: "Leo-kun.."
He pulled her closer. One arm around her waist, kissing her while he moved inside her. Her hips ground against his and he could feel her clenching around him.
"Let go," he said against her mouth. "I've got you."
She buried her face in his neck. Shuddered against him, squeezing tight, his name muffled against his shoulder. He held her through it, then let go himself, pressing deep, breath ragged against her hair.
They stayed like that. He reached back and turned the hot tap. Fresh heat crept in around their legs.
"Your knees are going to be terrible tomorrow," he said.
She lifted her head. Face still red, hair a disaster, eyes soft. She looked at him and laughed, breathless and shaky. "That's your first thought?"
"Stone floors. Should've put a towel down."
"My towel is somewhere at the bottom of this tub because of you." She shifted in his lap and winced. "And yes. My knees are going to be terrible."
"Blame the architecture."
She pushed his chest. He caught her hand and held it. Quiet for a while. Steam rising.
"We should clean up," she said. "Before someone gets back."
"Ram and Rem are here."
"They wouldn't come into your bathroom."
"True." He thought about it. "Yukino would."
Asuna went stiff. "She's not home, right?"
"Not yet."
"Then we still have time," she said, and then froze.
He grinned.
"That's not what I..."
He kissed her. Her protest died somewhere between his mouth and the hand he slid up her back. Her arms went around his neck and her hips shifted against him and he was getting hard again, still inside her.
"Again?" she whispered.
He pulled her closer. She didn't resist.
The second time was slower. Less urgency, more her finding what she liked, rolling her hips at different angles until she found the one that made her voice crack. He kissed her neck, her jaw, the spot below her ear that made her gasp every time.
"Leo-kun... there, don't... don't stop..."
He didn't.
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